#i appreciate being able to talk about my nostalgia a little :)

[fanficsat12am]

how the brothers react to you listening after they were interrupted I Lucifer & Mammon

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Buy me a coffee? Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus

Lucifer

He was a demon whose presence alone can catch a whole room’s attention. You can easily spot it from how he displayed himself—an epitome of perfection.

But alas, it wasn't always as easy to be heard when it came to his brothers. It seemed as if the only time they'd actually do so was when it felt like the whole Devildom could hear his booming voice. But who can blame them, there are 7 of them living under one roof after all. 

It was dinner time and he was in the middle of talking about an encounter with a rowdy demon when was interrupted by one of his siblings. This then prompted another response from one of them to another, and another until it was all just a cacophony of unintelligible talking. Each time he'd try to continue, his efforts proved to be futile, being once again interrupted. He eventually ceased trying altogether and opted to just listen, knowing full well he'd never get to finish. At least that’s what he thought. 

He looked across from him to meet your eyes. They weren't bolting about trying to keep up with the conversation of the others, they were set on him and only him. "Don't stop now! What'd you do?" you asked.

It felt nice, to say the least. He could not deny the warmth that had spread in his chest, knowing his once-shot pride was slowly being mended back together. Although he’s not surprised, considering how you’d happily lend an ear to listen whenever he’d talk about his exhausting days—this instance being no different.

As per our request, he continued on, the incomprehensible chatter fading into the background. The two of you would be in your own little bubble, with Lucifer telling tales as back as hundreds of years ago. Not too long after, his brothers were fascinated as well, enjoying the sense of nostalgia his tales brought. It all eventually ends with only the two of you still at the table—you being left in awe and Lucifer feeling a sense of being appreciated as well as appreciating you.

“I hope you found my stories enjoyable, My Love. If you wish to hear more, I'd be happy to humor you”

“I don't know how you'll be able to beat that one time when you and Mammon switched bodies for a while”

He clamps a hand over your mouth before you can add further salt to that memory of his.

“Shshshshsh. Some stories should never meet the light of day again”

Mammon

It’s not uncommon for the second born to be drowned out by his brothers. He typically just sulks and adds to the conversation by providing sounds of protest and agreement, but he never gets to fully share with the group.

Despite this, it gives him comfort that there’s at least one person who he knows would hear him even in a place as loud as the HoL. 

In the midst of the chaos, he felt a light tap on his hand. Looking up, he found you staring at him with curious eyes. "What happened next?" you asked, accompanied by a tilt of your head. If he was being completely honest, he was just trying to show off to his brothers— not really expecting someone to actually care which caught him off guard. Now that he did catch someone’s attention, he of course had to sprinkle in some exaggeration, no? He's not called The Great Mammon for Nothing.

He enjoys the feeling of having a spotlight on him. Your spotlight to be specific. He liked hogging your attention like the greedy little gremlin he is, and he’s not afraid to admit it. He’d start to ramble and would have a mix-match of different topics, jumping from one to another totally unrelated story. 

In the chance that you were sharing something at the table and get interrupted by one of his brothers, he doesn’t hesitate to immediately cut them off, no matter what you were about to say. He didn't even realize he did it—the action merely feeling like a knee jerk reaction to him.

"Oi oi oi! Shut yer traps for a minute will ya. MC was in the middle of something”

“...I need to go to the bathroom?”

“Tell us more" He said, the ends of his hands meeting as if in a prayer pose.

[solitude4chiron]

“Fashion Killa”

Earth 42 Miles x black fem reader

May or may not be a Pt.2 🫣

About ig?: Little bit (maybe more than a little) of Angst and fluff, smoking, kissing but nothing further than that, music, nostalgia, slight songfic using the song “Fashion Killa“ by A$AP Rocky because music is my personality andddd I think that’s all?????

Alr so first post, and first time writing abt any character… I gave up taking Spanish so pls spare me a little 🙏🏾 and if you do write and see anything you could give constructive criticism on it would be deeply appreciated, anywaysss

The message pinged through your phone disrupting your daydreaming session after a boiling hot shower, you still lay on the bed clutching the top of your towel in case someone barged in. Knowing you’ve lived alone for a few weeks after your boyfriend cut off all communication with you, with the world, but we never officially broke up. So I assume he’s still mine and I’m still his.

“Voy para allá ahora, ma, algo emocionante viene hacia ti. -Amor M” (I’m coming over now ma, something exciting coming your way. -Love M)

Your feet sprang up with the excitement of being able to see miles, the negative feeling your heart stored for weeks crumbled and dropped on the floor. Disappearing from hearing from him. You brush past your anger and focus on the positive, like always.

You and miles had been dating for a year now and it was the longest heart wrenching year of your life, within him being the prowler, living in a city with no hero to protect it and most of all. Breaking open his nonchalant attitude caused by Grief. It had been a lot for you both, but still holding on was the best thing you could do for your heart. Hoping through everything his love for you would never waver.

And within that thought a knock came from the door, you squeezed past the groceries still on the floor after you brung them in a few hours ago to unlock the door for miles, you would hope through all this time was still yours.

“Hi Y/N missed you baby”

And you stared at your lover, cuts sharpening his already hardened face. Hair knotted and neglected, you would assume from being on the run, and clothes slightly ripped. Even though you could still tell he was putting on his best for you. A crate of your favorite things filled one of his arms as you peered inside, 2 vinyls. Long Live A$AP and Nostalgia Ultra, a bouquet of tiger lily’s. Tiny jewelry boxes stacked on one another and some other trinkets and candy’s you would sprawl out on your bed and Indulge in with miles. 

You couldn’t say nor do anything. After Miles’s disappearing act a few weeks ago, seeing him and you within feet of each other made your heart ache to converse with him about every thought that was polluting your mind for weeks.

“I missed you miles, everything about you. Your smile and voice rolling r’s in every word, your music filling my halls in the morning, the smoke on your breath after a long stressful day, braiding your hair. I missed us. Where were you baby? Why did you run?” While choking back tears you kept your head down avoiding eye contact. It shielded you from shedding any more tears while being vulnerable.

“Los siento Amor, (I’m sorry love) I know. I got caught up in some deep shit. I know it hurts you who I am. Deep down I can tell you wish I wasn’t runnin the streets. Yo también ma. (I do too ma)” He said in a disappointed manner because he was disappointed in himself. For almost losing the love of his life.

Realizing y’all were still talking in the doorframe of your apartment. You grabbed and pulled him by his free hand to our room where he put the decorated crate on your sketch filled desk before flopping on our bed and laying his head in your crossed legs. Prompting you to take out his old braids while looking through the box.

“Miles how did you find these? I thought they were discontinued?” You said. Slightly shocked at how well he knew you. Or maybe how well he remembered you

“I have my ways, but I’m hopeful that you still realize I love you, even with the time we weren’t communicating. Lo seinto mami” (I’m sorry Mami) he stated so low it felt like an intimate whisper as he tilted his head back in my lap to lock eyes with me

And that sentence made your stomach coil, because you knew what he did. How it provided for you and his family, and in some piece of your heart deep down you wanted to be mad, so mad, but his guard was down. So you anticipated your words before saying them. Trying not to ruin the moment of vulnerability

“Cuidado, (careful) you trying to hurt me?” He said jokingly and you adjusted your hands while playing in his coils forgetting he was slightly tender headed 

“Miles baby, I love you so so much, but when you’re in these situations you need to tell me something. Anything, I’m not as strong as you, Lord knows that. You know that. Just communicate with me baby. Please.” 

And as if he could feel the tears forming in your eyes he got up from his spot, cupped your face within his rough hands and pressed kisses on your forehead and lips.

“I’m sorry y/n, I promise. Don’t cry over me. Open your gifts babe, everything I do is for you.”

And as time passed you opened boxes of rings with both of your initials engraved in them. Bags of candy that melted in your mouth (you made sure to share with miles popping them into his mouth from above him) old and newly released clothes because fashion is your favorite thing in the world, and little childhood toys you always wanted but expressed you couldn’t afford as a child

You get up to play y’all favorite album and hear miles groan a bit from the sudden movement. You spin the records he got you, listening to the music while talking and taking out his braids. Combing out the old dirt and gel buildup at his roots so it was easier for you to wash later

And somehow your on the last box, after hours of opening gifts and wrappers littering your floor (you knew that gift giving was Miles’s love language so it wasn’t surprising) he asks for you to close your eyes and allow him to open it for you. Coldness draped over your neck while Miles’s breath from behind raised your senses. As fashion killa played from our record player you felt love admitting from him while behind you.

As the song played you remembered the nights you and him would smoke together in our room, window open, moonlight shining through allowing his brown skin to look blue. Lips pressed to each other, tongues exploring each others mouths through each exhale of smoke. Tumbling through our small Brooklyn apartment kissing and touching on each other, backs pressed to each wall in the house. He would call you his fashion killa and sing the lyrics about how he adored your Dior knowing proudly he bought it for you.

“You can open your eyes now Y/N”

And in the mirror you stared in awe at a one and only piece wrapped around your neck. A crystal drop orb pendant necklace. Vivienne Westwood a piece of fashion you’d studied for years since you were a little black girl, feeling a sense you would never have it draped across your neck dripping drown your collar bone.

Until now 

So you pulled him in, and wrapped your arm around his neck using your free hand to play in his freshly detangled hair. Standing on the tip of your toes to reach his cocoa butter covered lips that were now glossy from your clear lip gloss.

“you look cute with my lipgloss on pretty boy” you teased as he rolled his eyes

“shii if you like it I love it ma” and the statement warmed your stomach

Through slight groans from miles and intimate whispers you both expressed your longing for each other very well. One of his hands traced your curvy frame as his other was occupied on holding you up against the wall whilst your legs wrapped around his waist.

“I want you at my level Y/N, not at the tip of your toes. Right in front of my face.”

“You kno you fine huh?” You muttered between sharp breaths

“Definitely do.”  He replied almost instantly kissing your collar bones while your eyes lowered in pleasure

do y’all fw this?

[voidscreamintheories]

Boy and Door: You are NOT the Faeder

As always, spoilers for Hunter: The Parenting

Alright friends, this one I'm kinda shaky on and there's not much here at present, but I want to get my thoughts down.

TL;DR Door is not Boy's biological dad, and this might be a very important plot point.

As is my pattern, let's examine their TTS origins: Door was Rogal Dorn, primarch of the imperial fists, praetorian of terra, and Lord Adorable. Boy was a vox hailer serf with notoriously strong legs, and eventually the respect of some members of the adeptus custodes. Dorn became a father figure for Boy over the course of his appearance, mostly keeping him from being bullied by the custodes or Magnus. Also boy might have had latent psyker powers, we will return to this. As a side note: SuperAnchors and Nostalgia, the voices of Door/Dorn and Boy/Boy respectively are perhaps my favourite performances on TTS and H:TP. They are always a joy when they're on screen and I really appreciate their characters in both series. SuperAnchors gets a special mention for practically reshaping the perception of Rogal Dorn in the fanbase, and Nostalgia should be appreciated for turning a character litterally named "Boy" into one of the best characters in either series. Tts rant time done.

So. Boy. And Door. Look at these silly fellas, are you really going to tell me that Boy shares genetic heritage with Door? And where is his mother? I believe Door is not Boy's biological dad, and instead adopted him and has been raising him as his own. I think this is so easily accepted and never mentioned because I am honestly not convinced that Door and Markus are Big D's biological children either. I think their family is just super open to adopting anyone and everyone who comes along, and so Boy being adopted just means he's the youngest family member, no questions or qualms.

Now, this is where my REAL theory starts, and where my research into WoD kinda halted me a little bit. You see, in folklore a changeling is a child swapped with member of the fae in EARLY life. In the original WoD, changelings are... weirder... than that. I'm not sure. So I'm not a hundred percent on this one. But I think Boy is a folkloric changeling, a fae being in place of a child. I don't think Boy knows this fact, and frankly I don't think he would be able to access anything supernatural until recently. Recently being when he started experiencing "puberty disease" as listed in one cutaway card. That same cutaway card mentions it being "cured with meat". Now the fae have ofttimes been portrayed as dainty and nature loving and very "surface level fantasy" elf like. Reading about WoD fae made my head hurt so I don't know if that applies here, but MAYBE boy was starting to manifest his fae side, and eating a stable meat only (read: anti elf) diet staved it off for a time. I think those powers are now bubbling back up, despite the continued meat consumption.

I think H:TP is building up the awakening of many powers, when I get around to explaining the things we all know about Markus this will be relevant. But for Boy I think he is awakening some future telling fae abilities. I think Boy is keeping some of his hinted at seer powers from TTS, just in a different context. In the first arc we see a couple of hints to this: first episode Boy spots Pyotr while he's invisible (and you can too if you look very closely for his eyes), Boy doesn't know he has cool powers so he doesn't recognize fully his feat. But spotting an obscured vamp who can disappear even on camera is pretty above human. Next there is the final confrontation against Pyotr, some day I may type a long diatribe on why that scene in particular is great but not today. Boy manages to hit a shot on a target moving parallel to his position going LUDICROUS speed. I think he may have done this thanks to a lil bit of precognition. And finally there is the meeting with Horse.

Horse and what he IS will get another post one day, but for now let's talk a little about the vision. I think it's not coincidence that Horse calls Boy "oracle" and speaks of prophecy to him. I also don't think it coincidence that Boy sees shapes in the blood. I think Boy is a seer, and certain forms of divination uses blood and gore to make predictions (see Haruspex). Again, I will cover Horse's prophecy another time, but let's talk about the "Faeder" line. I don't think that word was chosen just cause it sounds olde. I think it's a hint and misdirection. Again, I suspect boy was not born into this family, but instead is a product of the faeries. This would mean he has a faerie father, or a fae father, or a faeder. I think Horse was telling Boy that his TRUE father will die. Buuuuuut WoD changelings are weird and Alfabusa has written important foreshadowing WAY too early before (Hello TTS Ghazkhull!), so I'm not sure. I will say to bolster this idea that it was weird for Horse to mention "milklings", another name for changelings, on the same level as other WoD big players. I think this was also a tip off to us the audience about our beloved family, aside from kindred I believe each group mentioned is represented in that role call.

Door. Door is simple, strong, and the only actual normal human hunter in the family (see my kitten theory, Markus and Big D theories pending). Based on the episode titles, and the show title itself, I think the "hunter" in question is Door, and "the parenting", refers to his relationship with Boy. Boy seems to be the writer of the episode titles (on the actual title cards) in arc 1. I hope we see Boy grow under Door's guidance, because I love these characters. And I really hope I'm right that Boy has a fae dad who will take the bullet of prophecy so we don't have to see Door desiccated on the rocks.

Let me know what you think, til next time

Good evening

[latibvles]

hi poet! 10. nostalgia for a bomber girl of your choice (whoever you’re feeling for this!)!! i still have to read your piece you posted but wanted to send something in for youuu! thank you! 🤗

##10 — NOSTALGIA.

friend, I rotated who I wanted for this one for ages before finally settling on Carrie, so I hope you enjoy this! This prompt could fit so many of them... I simply had to though, for my favorite baby of the group.

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They’re not going up today, so Carrie doesn’t know why she finds herself up bright and early all the same. There’s that brief, almost worrisome thought, that being up before the sun had already become habitual and she’ll never be able to sleep in again.

And then the part that’s grounded in reality reminds her that not every change is cataclysmic and that if she was going to treat it as such, then she was deserving of her crew’s merciless teasing. Either way, when she’s up, she’s up, there’s not much she can do about that. She spends the first thirty minutes staring into the pitch darkness off the Nissen Hut as the rest of Thorpe Abbotts stirs into its all-at-once hurried awakeness that it’s typically plunged into on mission days.

They’re not flying today. She doesn’t know if she should feel relieved or slighted by that.

When she rises, it’s with the rest of her crew, and when they eat breakfast, it’s among the rest of the notably smaller 349th Squadron. Habitually, Anita Rivera’s crew sidles up right by theirs, and all of them don’t talk about the B-17-sized elephant in the room. Instead they talk about Nina, Anita’s friend from Pasadena that she’d met in college, and letters they’ve received, and about a reporter for Stars & Stripes that’s apparently going to be making some type of appearance later today.

June mutters something in incomprehensible Polish as she stabs into her eggs. Carrie assumes that whatever she’s saying is nothing kind.

It’s the waiting that kills you. Carrie came to that conclusion the first time they were sitting out in the rotation. It’s gotta be the waiting.

Base is always so much quieter on mission days. Considering all but one of their squadrons is out, it’s hard for there to be much activity. Busy dawn, quiet morning. And the fact that they’re all waiting is often unshakeable. The fact that they will be for the next three hours or more kind of eats her alive; impossible to ignore, but Carrie’s not good at ignoring much of anything.

So why she’s out on the hard-stands when she could be anywhere else, she really doesn’t know. Harrie invited her to come say hi to the Clubmobile girls, and Lena wanted to get a ball game going, soon, with Rivera’s girls. She figures standing awkwardly while her friend makes easy conversation isn’t a great way to spend her time, but she’s also never been too good at baseball, so she settles for the secret third option.

Swanson and her crew are working on their fort, so she gives them a passing wave. Most people seem pretty occupied with finishing up the repairs to their forts, knowing that at least ten more will need fixing by noon, once the other three come back. She tries to appreciate it for what it is: blue skies, warm weather. It’d be fine, everything would be—

“Heads up!”

She turns around quickly, only to get smacked square in the forehead with a baseball. It’s not enough to knock her over, but she flinches hard and stumbles back a bit just as there’s clamoring rapidly approaching her.

“Sorry miss!”

“Are you alright?!”

“Ah shit, sorry Hughes. Lemme see.” It’s a lot, all at once, the two little boys scurrying up to her and Lemmons leading them, immediately stepping to her to push her bangs from her forehead with knitted brows. Carrie lets out a mouselike squeak and almost jumps back from his hand, and for a second she thinks he just might laugh at her for the reaction. “Just a lil’ bump. But for safe-keepin’, how many fingers am I holdin’ up?” He steps back quickly, just to hold up four of his fingers, and Carrie, still rapidly blinking, has to take a moment to register what he’s asking of her. She’s reaching up to rub at her eyes a moment.

“...four. It’s- It’s alright. Just scared me, that’s all,” she insists, even though she can feel the knot forming as she reaches up to touch the tender spot. She takes them in a moment as the boys are still sputtering their varying apologies. Carrie looks at Lemmons, and cracks an awkward smile.

For a second there, she’s flooded with that nostalgia of being a kid again — wrong place at the wrong time at the neighborhood park. Of course, back then she’d ended up flat on her back from the impact, staring up at the bright blue sky until the neighborhood boys loomed over her. Murmurings of ‘Oh God, you killed her, Jack!’, ‘Isn’t her dad the cop? They’re gonna lock you up’ and ‘Does that count as a home run?’ had flooded her ears then, instead of frantic apologies. But they’d pulled her to her feet all the same.

Carrie can’t help the small laugh that escapes her, cheeks flushing as she reaches over to ruffle one of the boys’ heads.

“S’okay. I’m just not much of an outfielder,” she assures. “But if you need a distraction to hit second base I’ll gladly fall over.”

“Think we like you better when you’re standin’,” Lemmons assures, amused, “And uh, maybe not squeakin’ like a mouse.”

“I didn’t—” He raises his eyebrows at her, and she feels her cheeks flush. “Okay fine. But that’s on you, not me.” She declares. That makes him laugh a little bit as she reaches down to pick up the ball from where it’d landed in between them, then tosses it to him.

“Well then I’ll try my best not to scare you next time. Sorry ‘bout that.” He counters breezily, tossing it back to her. She fumbles for a moment, then catches it close to her body this time.

“Apology accepted.” Another toss, back, forth, and she doesn’t know why she doesn’t just walk away beyond just liking the familiarity of this — the way the boys spread and beg her to go long. She’s never been much of an athlete but this is… nice, familiar. Something that she actually understands.

And it kills time, because by the time the sirens start sounding and everyone’s rushing to their posts — she forgot that she’d been waiting at all, that she’d even got up at dawn without reason.

[lunarheslwt]

Hi! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over November for this month's 28th appreciation, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments!

🔸I know you rider (gonna miss me when I'm gone) by @cyantific

(9.4k | T | single-rider line au)

The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

"Nostalgia inducing, simply delightful, summer 90's vibes"

🔸Adélfes psychés by pleasinglouis

(19k | E | Greek mythology au)

Harry has been hopelessly in love with a certain woodland nymph for as long as he can remember and no amount of wooing seems to be working

(summary cut so the post isn't too long!)

"poetic, a little ethereal, incredibly sweet."

🔸Everyone's entitled to one good scare by @levelofcharm

(10k | E | Halloween themed CNC vampire au)

“We can play hide and seek. Go on, try to hide bunny,” he coos as he taps the cool knife to Louis’ heated cheek teasingly, his voice switching with ease to something stern and serious, “but hope I don’t find you.”

Louis has suspected his husband isn't what he says and is determined to be right this Halloween

(read tags please!)

"thrilling, dizzyingly hot, perfect Halloween gift"

🔸Where sirens fear to tread by @aliensingucci

(28k | M | siren forbidden love au)

in the royal line, there are only a select few sirens with the ability to transform into humans once a month. harry is one of those sirens. he mostly sticks to the rules. when he's on land, he reads his books. he buys copious amounts of ice cream. he keeps to himself. that is until he meets a lifeguard named louis working at one of the luxury resorts on St Barts. and unfortunately, harry doesn't know the rules about falling in love at all.

"endearing, gripping, characters you root for"

🔸Compete against the stars by @daggerandrose

(30k | M | arranged marriage a/b/o)

“We should probably keep our distance,” Harry says, now backing up until he’s leaning against the wall opposite of Louis. It already feels too far away. “I don’t know if I can handle not being able to touch you in some small way.”

Louis nods and looks down. “The solstice will be here soon,” he murmurs.

“And with it, our mates,” Harry finishes, his voice cracking at the last word.

An ABO au where Louis finds out he's claimed to another Alpha. Angst ensues.

("ridiculously soft, smidge of tension, fuzzy vibes")

🔸When love is enough by @larrysballetslippers

(5k | E | poly relationship)

“Please, daddy,” Harry begged, he wanted Louis so much. Louis shuffled to his side and kissed his lips. Harry felt like he was in heaven, Louis’ kisses were always soul-healing but also so devilish.

Louis pulled back, eliciting a whine from Harry, and stroked his cheeks “I’m going to make you cry today, edge you so hard you don’t know how-”

Louis stopped talking when they heard the bell ring in the distance. Louis’ eyes grew large when it rang for the second time. “Harry, who are you expecting?”

Or, Harry gets an unpleasant surprise visit in the middle of a scene.

"part of a must read series, heart warming, sweet"

🔸You go undercover (you cross your fingers) by @forthetherapyy

(25k | E | kid fic)

When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently.

“Thank you,” Louis says. “My hero.”

Harry laughs.

“You don’t need rescuing,” he says.

or

louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. he also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

"incredibly sweet, warm, and a comfort read"

🔸Every witch way by @falsegoodnight

(36k | E | a witchy au)

The last thing Harry wants to be doing this summer is running his aunt's occult shop while she's away, but that's where he finds himself, bitter and bored. That is, until a boy and his cat stumble into Harry's life and turn it upside down.

"incredibly gripping, stunning world building, flawless"

🔸A Springtime's Wilt, an Autumn's Bloom by snowcaplou

(20k | E | chauffeur au)

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

"perfect for a quick read, sweet, wonderful characters"

🔸Dip you in honey by @eeveelou

(28k | E | omega x omega royalty au)

Princess Harry, the pearl of England, is set to be married to the youngest prince of France in just six months. Anxious about his performance on his wedding night, he enlists the help of his loyal handmaiden Louis to help him practice everything he needs to know

"delicate, pure, and delightfully scandalous all at once"

🔸what a wicked thing to do (to make me dream of you) by @maroonmoonlouis

(44k | E | enemies to lovers dark academia heirs au)

Heirs Louis and Harry have been promised as mates to each other their whole lives. It's expected that they will be the perfect pair to bring honor to their families. Louis cannot let that happen.

"captivating, electrifying, and perfect"

🔸Even on my worst days by @homosociallyyours

(21k | E | sick fic, chronic illness)

When they meet at a party, Louis is instantly drawn to Harry like a moth to a flame. They hit it off, and Louis is eager to get to know Harry better-- maybe even take him out on a date --but Harry is hesitant. Cautious.

Since developing chronic fatigue a few years earlier, a lot of things have changed for Harry, his once active lifestyle reduced to the occasional outing like the one he met Louis at, visits to the doctor, and doing his best to take care of himself on hard days. He can't imagine that anyone-- especially not someone like Louis --would ever really want to be with him.

It takes time to convince him otherwise, but Louis can see he's worth it. He just has to get Harry to see it too.

"beautiful, touching, characters you will adore"

🔸Wanna play you like a game, boy (what's the thrill of the same toy?) by @thebreadvansstuff

(10k | E | humiliation kink)

Louis is Harry's boss, and Harry has a humiliation kink. (for full summary click fic link 😩)

"stupidly hot, hot and hot."

🔸You Can Lay Your Hands On Me by @momrryrights

(37k | E | bdsm au)

a non-famous, established relationship BDSM AU where Harry would really like his very sweet and caring boyfriend to dom him. Said boyfriend is more than happy to do so.

"delightfully detailed, super hot, incredible"

🔸wanna wake up with you and say baby let's do it all over again by @alwaysxlarrie

(16k | M | service kink fic)

“Harry, it’s okay. This is a safe space.”

“No, it’s not. You throw cheese puffs at me any time I walk around naked.”

“Okay.” Niall tilted his head in acknowledgement, then corrected himself. “It’s a safe space for things I deem acceptable.”

“Of course.” Harry rolled his eyes. “So, what’s the thing?”

“Your service,” Niall flailed his hands in the air for a few seconds, “thing.”

“My service,” Harry paused to mimic Niall’s hand movements, “thing?”

“Yes.”

"the dream duo dynamic, equally hot and cute, a gem"

Thank you wonderful writers who keep giving us the most amazing works<3

[dnangelic]

i just wanted to send some positive words your way and let you know that i absolutely adore the way you write both dark and daisuke. it's clear you put a lot of thought and love into both of them, and your posts have always brought a smile to my face. i'll never forget the shock i felt when your blog popped up in my recommended and, i was on call with my boyfriend at the time, he hears me go 'NO WAY, ARE YOU SERIOUS?' before i slapped the follow button LOL d.n.angel holds a special part of my early teenage years and your blog brings the warmth and nostalgia i felt all those years ago. i almost feel like that 14 year old again, giddy over a silly anime and kicking my feet with excitement every time i see your posts c: thank you for being such a joyous presence on my dash

YOOOO YOU FOUND ME FROM TUMBLR RECCS???? that's so funny... i always thought that thing was useless but i've been proven so wrong LMAO. I'M REAL THOUGH. I'M SO REAL!!! *DOES A JIG* I'M SO GLAD MY BLOG CAN MAKE YOU FEEL THAT WAY TOO 😭🤧PLEASE IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. dnangel is such a weird series because it feels like everyone's at least -SEEN- or heard of it at least once but then it's still weirdly niche?? like there's not really anything for it esp anymore and nobody talks about it esp now that it's finally finished (manga-wise) after 30 some years but it's still like. most popular/easily recognized niche series ik off the top of my head JJGJKFKJ TYSM FOR UR COMPLIMENTS OVER MY PORTRAYAL TOO!!!

making this blog was such a good exercise in my own growth because going back to it sugisaki had such BANGER themes that i didn't even notice or totally grasp at first when i myself was in middleschool, so i feel like i'm lowkey compensating and paying proper attention to everybody now that i have. well. better critical thinking skills and media literacy DFKJKJGKJKJ even going back i was kind of surprised how it dealt with such dark topics like grief and death and the consequences of Playing God or sins and cycles when like.......... it's also a silly little dramatic rom-com about middleschoolers and immortals but it still never leaves you feeling hopeless or lonely, which as also sugisaki's intention with the series!! it's so nice!! i really wanted to be able to emulate the overall messages of her characters and loving art esp since it ends up so meta for us writers. i'm just happy to write!! doesn't have to be perfect or even exact, since i do take a tiny bit of creative/hc liberty with my own inspos and portrayals for dai n dark! but i'm always having sm fun interacting with everybody, AND I RLLY APPRECIATE U TOO!!! 🙇🙇

i'll probably be around for a looooong time bc dai n dark r just as much treasured and influential for me (i was also one of those 14 yr olds, i have embarrassing dnangel merch on top of piles of manga laying around, im certifIED REAL FAN /J) but it makes me so happy my posts bring u joy. im glad bc i know i can post/talk ooc a lot before i get the time to actually properly sit down and Write but that's just how it is for a lot of us kjgkjgfb anyways, thank u again!! things like this rlly help my confidence since actually at the start i had no idea if i could do like... a protagonist (daisuke)/'popular' (to me. dark/dnangel is popular and legendary and overwhelming in the eyes of the tumblr populace to Me-) chara any justice, but im put at ease any time i get such warm feedback like this!!! 💐💐💐FOR YOU! u get even more flowers this time straight from me!!! go buy urself a treat for being so nice!!!

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the 7th of June here and YES, FINALLY THIS DAY HAS COME!

It's Seoho's birthday! 😭

Have the pleasure to see the collage I made for him 🥹

I'm crying while I'm watching this, really 😭

I put all the things that I love here 🥹 He with the hairband? Yes. He with the beanie? Yes. He with a semi-floof (man gimme the curls rn)? Yes. He in white? OF COURSE THERE IS 😭😭😭

Sorry for the lack of memable faces here, I wanted to be a little serious...oh let's be honest, you're just having heart eyes rn, you probably didn't even noticed the lack of memes...maybe.

Ok, enough with the rambling about how I made the collage, you want the letter. And I'll give you the letter, here it is 😌

Ok, I must admit that I tried to be funny in the beginning because I'm nervous. Yeah, you get it, I'm very nervous while I'm writing this letter. Mostly because I think that I will not write the best words for Seoho. "Oh come on now, you always write good letters, what's wrong this time?", you might ask. Well, it's because Seoho somehow shaped my experience here on this site.

"How?" You might wonder. Well, I don't know how to word it perfectly but I met my first moots thanks to Seoho. And I'm pretty sure that their posts dedicated to him are one of the reasons why I started writing the birthday letters. Seeing and reading those posts gave me some courage to do what I'm doing right now.

Also, you might probably know that last year I went crazy and he finally slided into the bias wrecker line. I know, I know, I should thank a certain performance for this but, now that I think about it, I guess that the Sexy Back cover was just the last thing of a long list of qualities which made me fall in love with him.

I doubt I'll be able to list all of them today, so I'll just talk about the one quality that impacted me the most recently. Ok no, actually there are two qualities that I love of him and the first one is the fact that he's effortlessly funny. Because if you have a Pepe The Frog plushie and you care about him it means that you'll make me laugh in a way that the others will not understand and without any effort.

If you've searched everything, and I mean EVERYTHING about Oneus, you probably know there's a little playlist made entirely by Seoho's covers on their YouTube channel. They're not normal covers tho. It's just him, a mic and the empty practice room. And my gosh you don't have any idea how much I love them. You listen to his rough voice, you can notice how and when he takes a breath before hitting a note, you feel his emotions and you end up with a full sensation of comfort, especially if you close your eyes and let the playlist go into your headphones. The songs he chooses surely help with this since the majority of them are soft ballads but I think he could have chosen an upbeat song and the comfort would have come regardless .

It's been a year since the last update on that playlist and probably the most closest thing we have now are his solo lives. But I always come back to that playlist. Maybe it's just nostalgia but I loved those videos. Little bits of comfort. Yeah, if I should find a definition for Seoho, I would surely call him The Man who Gives bits of Comfort. Bits that will heal you and feeling you better despite being just bits.

Dear Seoho, as I told you at the beginning of this letter, there are two of my moots who love you dearly. You see this letter that I wrote? They write those every day for you. They use their posts, their messages, their minds, their hearts to communicate their love for you. They appreciate everything you do and how you are right now. Believe me when I say this. Do you want an example? Every time you start a live and you start singing, they immediately get emotional and start cheering you and loving your beautiful voice. They love every time you smile, when you write your messages on Weverse and Bubble, when you do something funny, when you tease Leedo, when you start singing randomly with Keonhee, when you perform. They immediately feel comforted and loved by everything you do. Like Selene, the Greek personification of the Moon who took care of her lover every night he fell asleep, you kept care of them everyday just by being you. And I will always be thankful for this because seeing my moots happy makes me happy too. That's why my only request for you is never stop being yourself.

I know, I know, it's something that I always wish in every letter but this time it's special. I just want to tell you that, if you had any moment where you felt wrong for showing some sides of you, there are people who love those sides and don't want you covering them in any manner. They'll not stop talking about those sides for days and will keep loving them in any ways or manner. And if you're wondering if these people will protect you when you'll be at your lows I can assist that yes, they'll protect you in any way and manner.

I want to add another wish here tho. It will be an exception for my letters. Seoho, please, rest and recover well. And don't feel yourself like a burden while you're recovering. Your health comes first, don't forget that. When you'll be back much more stronger and healthier, I assure you that me and my moots will cheer you much more louder for you.

Hope you'll spend a great day with the members and, if you have some time, with your family too. Last year has been a little harsh for you and Oneus but I can tell you that there are many and many ToMoons ready to send their love to you and making your day even more special.

Happy birthday, Selene's son 🤍

[tisorridalamor]

Better late than never!

As promised, I am here to discuss my thoughts on Goodnight Punpun and Psyren, the first and second place manga that won my "What manga that I know nothing about should I get from the library" poll. I'm still not very far into either, just a few volumes cause I got distracted by catching up with some other things, but I am enjoying both so far!

As another note, I've realized I really, really enjoy reading physical manga! There's something about being able to hold the book in your hands that makes me appreciate the art and story more. Idk, I read a lot of digital manga (often because there literally isn't an English or physical version), so it feels special. Highly recommend getting something random from your local library so you can feel some kind of way like this too!

TLDR: sometimes it's fun to read something totally new! I plan on finishing both of these series and can't wait to get back to them after I've finished my current diversions :)

Psyren

Psyren is a pretty typical feeling Shonen with fun characters and a neat mystery/setting. While you've probably seen a lot of its elements before, they come together here in a really satisfying way! Volume 3 in particular got me absolutely hooked, and I've been really enjoying seeing the world come together and the stakes get higher.

For a quick summary, Ageha Yoshina is a typical rowdy teen who gets tangled up the urban legend of "Psyren," a world connected to Earth that only accepts a chosen few, when an old friend goes missing.

Both Psyren and Goodnight Punpun are from the mid/late 2000s, and Psyren in particular feels nostalgic to me. I love the use of flip phones and payphones, and the rumors surrounding "Psyren" is like something born out of internet culture from that time period.

My favorite character so far is the punk psychic classical piano star who acts as the main characters' mentor figure. She's great, and honestly it's hard competition because all of the characters are super likable. The flow of the story is fun as well - I like narratives where characters have to balance another world / another life with the one they currently have and I feel like there's a lot of potential to see Ageha deal with "school life" alongside fighting for his life in Psyren.

Psyren is a super easy read, and it's blend of familiar tropes with 2000s nostalgia makes it feel strangely fresh. The Earth of Psyren has a lot "fear" about the current state of the world, from climate change to the economy, so it feels relevant to today as well. I can already see Ageha starting to care about things outside himself and I watch him grow further! If anything from the above sounds like fun, I recommend giving Psyren a read (at least through volume 3 please VOLUME 3 IS REALLY GOOD!)

Goodnight Punpun

So right off the bat, Goodnight Punpun is not what I expected and it's a bit difficult to describe. It follows Punpun, a young boy whose family all looks like little bird creatures as he goes through the trials and tribulations of childhood. He goes to school, he has crushes, he hangs out with his friends. He can talk to god (the giant floating head of the author shown above). Yknow, normal kid stuff.

However Goodnight Punpun is absolutely not written kids. It's about kids and adolescence and growing up, but it doesn't hide any harsh realities - abuse, divorce, addiction, puberty, sexuality, religion, and more. These topics aren't fully understood by the kids but are very clear to the intended adult audience.

Honestly I was a little put off at first. The art, while extremely detailed and often beautiful, is sometimes quite ugly as the creator likes to draw most adults like caricatures. The story felt disjointed, the sense of humor is hit or miss, and the overall tone could be described as an "acquired taste."

But as I neared the end of the first volume, the pieces felt like they were really coming together. The little moments between the kids, the honesty of childhood crushes, the glimpses into character's lives at home, and the struggles the adults are facing really do add up into something... And the slight dip into "thriller" territory didn't hurt either!

My library only had the first 2 volumes, so while looking for places to read online I found that this series is actually quite well known and it has (or at one point had) a proper following. Near the end of volume 2 or 3, there's actually a bit of a skip in time, so I assume each "arc" of the manga will cover a different important time in Punpun's adolescence and maybe even teen years. If you want to give Goodnight Punpun a try, I highly recommend at least reading through volume one unless you are really put off by some of the subject matter.

As the first volume said on the back, "Punpun is a normal kid. He wants his crush to like him back, he wants to win a Nobel Prize, he wants to grow up, he wants to watch some porn. That's what he wants, but what does he get?" Well I want to see what happens to him and his classmates, and I really hope it's good things, but it'll probably be a mix of good, bad, and weird.

[nerdferatum]

For the kisses: "A lingering kiss before a long trip apart. for Nora and Mason" maybe? Or "An awkward kiss given after a first date." for whomever it fits best! :)

This took so long, I'm so sorry! Writer's block, my detested, but here it is

46. A lingering kiss before a long trip apart

“You know, you could just admit that you are going to miss me,” said Nora. 

She was kneeling on the floor of her bedroom next to her open suitcase, which was already overflowing, trying to fit as many sweaters as possible in such a small space. She would be gone only two weeks for Christmas to visit her grandparents back in Spain. She had explained to Felix all the traditions she remembered from her childhood, and Mason couldn’t understand how she could be so excited about all those family reunions, meals and parties. He thought she was on his side when talking about big gatherings of loud people.

“I would never lie to you, sweetheart,” he replied from her bed, from where he had been watching her frustration slowly grow.

“It’s okay, sunshine.” Like every time she called him that, the word had a taste of sarcasm and affection that made him smirk in return. “I’ll keep the secret.”

“At this point, I’ll be happy if you can keep your things inside that suitcase.”

But she didn’t answer. She had to focus her whole being into closing the damn thing. 

It was true, though, that Mason never lied. He didn’t know if he would miss her, not exactly. He never had any issues partying ways with a fling, but, of course, Nora was different. She was coming back. He couldn’t say he would be sitting around, waiting like a sad puppy; that was more Felix’s territory, and even Nate’s, to an extent. If Mason had to be honest, he didn’t know what would happen in those two weeks. Nora’s life had become so intertwined with theirs that it wouldn’t be easy to walk around her absence, he supposed. They all relied a bit of themselves on her. He didn’t remember a day in the last few weeks when he wasn’t close to her.

“Okay, I think I’m done.”

Mason stared at the suitcase, about to burst open again. He shrugged and got up.

“You’re bringing that down on your own.”

“What?” she turned to him, “but you are a vampire! Super strong, super fast…”

“I’m also driving you to the airport. Don’t push your luck.”

She continued to grumble all the way to the Agency car while Mason followed behind, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He did find an ounce of sympathy for her struggling, just enough to lift the suitcase to the trunk.

Nora had gotten used to being quiet in the car with him. No music, no conversation; she usually appreciated the silence herself. That particular day, however, she was having a hard time to keep her excitement to herself. She hadn’t talked much about her family up to that point. They had been able to piece some things together, but there was never enough to satisfy Felix or Nate’s curiosity. Mason, on the other hand, knew that if Nora had wanted them to know, she would have already told them. So he didn’t ask, not because he didn’t want to know (even thought he would never admit it out loud), but because he respected the way Nora wanted to approach the difficult topic that was her family and her childhood. Behind all the jokes and the façade of indifference, Mason could always see a sliver of the nostalgia that Nora never talked about. Until that moment, of course, when she was talking about all those people Mason had never heard about. There were many little stories distorted by the magic of the years that had passed. He could almost picture himself in the kitchen of that place.

“You know, I think you would like it.”

He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes still fixed on the road.

“I don’t mean now, at Christmas. Just the place. It doesn’t get too hot or too sunny. There’s a lot of space to be on your own. No one ever walks by, it could be days before you see another person. It’s the perfect place for you.”

“Invite me to the villa when it isn’t full of people.”

“A baserri, not a villa. It isn’t fancy,” she corrected him with a smile.

“It sounds fancy to me.”

“It’s an old house. Older than you, even.”

“I’m turning the car around.”

Her cheery laugh filled the car. He hadn’t ever seen her like that, as if she had dropped a mask she had forgotten she was wearing.

“I’m excited to be back, you know. It’s been a while.”

Mason let her ramble for a while, surprising himself with the curiosity bubbling in him. He had no interest in any festivities or family disputes, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking questions from time to time. There weren’t many times when Nora was that open and honest about herself, and, at that moment, Mason found himself enjoying that new side of her, like a heavy weight had lifted from her shoulders. He let her talk for the whole ride.

Nora was out of the door almost before he stopped the car, jumping to get her suitcase and her bag. He groaned but didn’t comment on it. He just silently watched her go through every pocket, listing out loud everything she had on her.

“A bit late if you forgot anything. Let's go.”

Mason took the heavy suitcase to force her to follow him, but the bright lights and the sudden booming voices stopped him in his tracks by the door.

“Hey, you can go if you want. This is honestly hell for me, I know it won’t be fun for you.”

Mason looked around them, into an ocean of stumbling, loud people. He took her bag from her shoulder and started walking again. 

“I swear I haven’t ever met anyone as stubborn as you.” The way Nora said it made it sound like a compliment.

“You should try and look in a mirror.”

“I do it quite often, thank you,” she announced proudly, even though she was having a hard time matching his long stride.

They were soon at the control, or, more precisely, at the end of the long queue leading to it. 

“This is me! Can I have my things now, please?”

She took everything from him without too much opposition on his side, aside from a barely hidden chuckle when the suitcase hit the floor with a loud thump. 

“You are such a gentleman. See you in two weeks?” she grinned, as she started to walk away.

“Wait, that’s it? I’ll drive you here and that’s all I get?”

“Weren’t you doing this from the goodness of your heart?” The grin had turned into a smirk. He could work with that. 

“You’ll be away for two weeks. I should have something to remember you by.”

She let her backpack slip onto the floor when she reached up to grab his shirt. She gently caressed his cheek with her other hand as their lips met in a slow kiss, completely different from any of the ones they shared before. The passion was there, but none of the rush, the hunger, the biting intensity that usually led them to one of their bedrooms. It was a soft kiss, full of all those strange, new feelings that Mason couldn’t put into words. Two weeks were a long time for two people who had barely been apart since they met. The month after their first mission had been an exhilarating wait; half that time now would be an excruciating pain. 

“Don’t worry,” she whispered against his lips when they finally broke apart, “I’ll keep your secret.”

Coming from anyone else, he would have groaned and walked away. Then, however, he stayed. His eyes never left her until she waved at him and disappeared into the crowd. As soon as she was out of sight, the yelling, the rattling baggages, the loudspeakers, every tiny movement rushed back to him at full effect, leaving him disoriented and a little shaken by the sudden aching. He hurried back to the car, where the smell of Nora’s shampoo still lingered in the air. Damn, he was going to miss her.

[risu5waffles]

Not like we're TEN days late

i know, i know. Look, last night was busy. But here we are again. Together. In the soup.

This level is so nifty! i loved all the little mechanical bits and interactions. Also that you kind of criss-cross through it, being able to see some later sections from early on in the level. Me, i just eat that right up. It feels a little rude to make this one a race, just figuring out how to progress can be a bit of a timesink, tho' i can see that adding into replay value. Like, you play a couple times just to learn what the level expects from you, and then you start making real stabs at a good score. It's weird, because on one hand, that really is good level design, and indicates a certain amount of confidence in what you've made that you believe players will give it that kind of time. On the other, well, it's not really a the other hand, i just think most players won't.

This is one of those levels that's really cool in concept, but pretty rough in execution. Not really through any fault of the level itself, it's just heavily, heavily reliant on physics, and when things work, it's super nifty, and when they don't, the level just breaks. i had to play three times just to get the duck to land right in that early on bit, and that's nothing i had any real control over, just a watch and hope kind of thing. Also, if i'm being honest, the level does feel just a touch overlong, and i was pretty ready to give up all pretense of getting a good score by around the halfway mark. Still, i super appreciate the ambition, and all the work that must have gone into making it run.

Gods, i honestly kind of love these attempts to make something scary in early LBP. Maybe because this was previous to the style getting subsumed in meme/copypasta formats. i just like "this is my spoopy ghost hospital wiv guh-guh-ghosts" a lot more than "jumpscare wiv slenderman or evil Sanic." But look at me here speaking from almost 45. i lay you dimes to donuts if i'd been in my young teens around the spoopy-pasta boom in LBP(2? Was that really a big thing in 1?), i'd have been right there for all of it. i was not wivout my edgy pre-teen phase, if you can imagine (and i'm sure you can).

Exactly what it says on the tin, and a bit more or less. Still, i mean, it's not not cute, you know?

This is, no lie, an extremely impressive bit of kit for LBP1. Like, it is a solidly designed platformer, wiv a clear design and character aesthetic, that delivers on that promise in a very satisfying way. The biggest issue i had wiv it turned out to be a totally on my end thing. That midboss fight, the one that seems to go on forever? So, some of you might know that my hearing is pretty shoddy. Not, perhaps, needing hearing aids levels, but it's still pretty bad. Rewatching the footage and i finally noticed there's a "damage taken" sound effect from the paintinator kit that plays when you hit those buttons. i didn't catch that at all when playing, so, going purely off the visual cues, i thought you needed to hit the left and right side buttons once to move it to the next cycle? So, like, it pops up, you hit both the buttons, it goes down, repeat three times kind of thing. Really, i could have hit either of the buttons repeatedly to just kill the thing. That kinda sucked. Yo, that final boss, tho'? Beautiful design on that one.

We talked about Princess Tofu last week. i stand by my takeaway that it is charming and confusing in about equal measure.

The LBP1 vibes are off the chart wiv this one. It's actually a pretty decent level, all nostalgia aside, tho'. Nothing in here is really too challenging, but there is a lot of it, and it's mostly enjoyable throughout. i love the creator just randomly wrapping up the level wiv a roller coaster, 'cause that was a whole thing for a hot minute. Like tying an onion to your belt.

This one is super cute, and i definitely appreciated the bright and cheery vibe; but it just goes on for what feels like forever? Also, even tho' there's no risk beyond just losing progress, i kinda hated that bounce pad staircase thing. Just thinking i'd have to do the whole dang thing again if i screwed up, you know?

i felt salty wiv this one, not gonna lie. The title page claimed it would be a long level. That it would be challenging. It turned out to be a two minute walk through a cave. That wasn't. Even. Cardboard. That's just lying. They lied to me. Rude.

i feel kind of bad for the creator here. Up on the title page there's a note, like, "this used to be copyable, but it turns out the LBP community is a bunch of thieving shits" (paraphrased). Which, you know, is definitely a mood. It's a real shame making levels copyable so you could share and teach turned into people just repubbing the level wiv their name on it. We really are a bunch of thieving shits. This level's pretty neat tho'. It's a good collection of some relatively simple puzzles and obstacles, and i had a good time throughout. It is fairly drab, seeing as there's a complete lack of decoration, but i can understand that; if the intent was for players to copy this and see how it was put together to make their own versions), the creator wouldn't have wanted too much crufting that might hide how things fit together.

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So that's that set of ten down. The series has been going for almost a full six months (if you include my backlog, which i absolutely am) on a daily upload schedule, and that's kinda wow? Maybe? i don't know, i have a hard time judging these things, but i'm going to go wiv "a little proud" on this one.

Had a bit of a night out wiv two of my coworkers, and that went mostly well. Honestly far better than i could have expected. Was, i think, the first time i've been to an izakaya since honeybunny and i split back in '18. Definitely since covid has been a thing. It was mostly empty, which, like, honestly, that's for the best what wiv the plague, but also very not an izakaya mood, and kinda extremely lonely. But i had a nice time talking to the two gals, and eating shitty izakaya food, and surprisingly not drinking (the surprising was the enjoying not drinking, not the not drinking itself; it helped only one of us drank, so there was none of that social pressure to have a beer or anything).

The biggest fly in the ointment was, holy shit and no joke, i was fucking exhausted. i'd been dead-tired and beat since i woke up that morning, and the workshift did not help. i ended up having to skedaddle round about 7.30p, and i felt like a bit of a shit, like they might worry i didn't enjoy their company when i actually rather did. But like, when i say tired, i mean like "i am so fucking tired i can't even focus enough to have dysphoria over my stubble" tired. i mean, that sounds nice, the not having dysphoria, but, like, also, not being able to feel my fingertips sometimes and constant yawning, and that's its own socially awkward, and also "if i pass out, people will panic, then how will i get home" legitimate concern.

[reina-royale]

Some additional thoughts:

I wish we were able to get tender moments between Kim and Ron in S4

In fact we already have a few of them, only for them to get cut short usually in comedic effect by another character or the show tries to undermine the moment by making a quick jab usually at the expense of Ron’s character.

I feel that paradoxically in S4 Ron had the most amount of character development and plenty of heartwarming moments, but the show still makes him the butt of the joke on those scenes, so despite having the most development his character is portrayed very dumb during some scenes.

Like in the scene in the episode Clothed minded where Ron tells Kim that her clothes is not what makes her Kim possible, she is the one who is amazing, Kim looking so happy and reassured about what he said and then the scene tries to make it “funny” by having Ron panic and go back on what he said, completely ruining and undermining the scene.

I’m not saying Ron isn’t allowed to be silly, is just that Ron being the comic relief and the butt of the joke no longer seems fitting for his character at that point, because he has developed well beyond that character archetype.

That doesn’t happen when Ron tells Kim “she is beautiful” and this is one of the most memorable KimRon scenes in the series.

I understand why this was done, they were afraid of putting too much romance, they didn’t want to scare the kids away, they had to make it funny and appealing to the little Kids somehow.

But I wish the show allowed for more personal, emotional and tender moments between the two. Sometimes I feel like S3 handled this aspect better than S4.

I’m sorry about all of the ask, I know you are not even a KimRon shipper, but you are one of the few people who has openly talked about the flaws of the show and about the way Kim was handled and this is one of the only ways I think I can safely address all of this issues and feeling I’ve had about the show for a long time.

Hope I didn’t overwhelmed you with all of the sudden influx of asks. Thanks for listening.

What do you think? Do you agree or disagree with any of my points?

Yeah, Ron outgrew the "goofy sidekick" archetype way before season 4. Maybe partway through season 2.

I have a post on how Ron deserved to be treated better by the narrative where I list the times Ron's done something truly amazing and it actually begins pretty early in the series. It's just so rarely acknowledged.

But, despite showing pretty early on what he's capable of, he was still the butt of many jokes, and the narrative never acknowledged that he grew out of that. It never really allowed him to grow out of it.

Simultaneously, the narrative never acknowledged that Kim might be flawed so she was never allowed to grow.

I understand how you feel; there are certain places on the internet where, if you try to criticize Kim Possible - the show or the character - you get a bunch of hate.

I don't know if it's because the nostalgia is too strong or what, but it can make someone afraid to criticize the show. But trust me, we're not the only ones who have issues with it.

I still have people disagreeing with me here, but at least I'm not getting hated on. People here are much more open to discussion about the flaws of the show.

(Or maybe I just got lucky this time. Who knows?)

I agree with all of your points, actually. I may not ship KimRon, but that's because their relationship was handled poorly, even before they started dating.

After they started dating, there should've been more tender and emotional moments between them. It sucks that we didn't see that very often. Or that, when it did happen, it was interrupted by something "funny" happening, usually at Ron's expense.

It felt like they weren't in a serious relationship because the relationship wasn't allowed to be serious.

I don't mind all the asks. I actually appreciate them. You're totally allowed to send me your thoughts about Kim Possible. I like having discussions with people about it. And I will do my best to reply to all of them.

[animehouse-moe]

what are the best art books you own?

That is a very tough question to answer. I've got a lot of different types. Background/environment art, keyframe collections, storyboard collections, design material, setting material, and overall general art books.

I think one of the ones that I find the "best", is Information Destruction: Mass Media Crash by Jun Inagawa. The intersection of Rap music and culture with anime and Japanese style/culture as a form of expression to go outside of societal and cultural expectations just really clicks with me, especially given my investment and interest in both.

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It's definitely integral to Ingawa's style, and he talks about at length about how people view stuff like Magical Girls and various other pieces of anime and Japanese culture, and uses those preconceptions to create an antithesis to them to break out from that sense of conformity. That for example, all magical girls must be pure and untouched, and if they aren't they are no longer viewed as "real" or "true" magical girls.

It's hard to really get that idea across through just a single example, but the art book has a huge amount of art that speaks to Inagawa's overall message and direction with his art. For anybody interested you can buy the art book from here. Unfortunately I've not found a scanned version of the art book online, but there is this YouTube video flipping through it.

Alongside that I'd definitely put my Dorohedoro: Mud and Sludge art book up there. It's so interesting to get a look into how Hayashida created the legendary series, and even just getting to see things as simple as how Hayashida created the collages for each volume cover/design was incredible. Certainly a foundational art book in terms of quality and that "One of One" nature that Hayashida has. I'd also recommend the Dorohedoro Sketch Books (there's 2) but they can be a little tough to find and are pretty expensive more often than not. Also, it's a really wonderfully crafted art book. Hardcover, but the covers are more like boards, if that makes sense. Very rigid and stiff and flat, it produces a very unique feel.

Additionally, you can find the entire art book online for free if you want to take a look before purchasing it.

In terms of impact for "best", I'd probably volunteer something like the Neon Genesis Evangelion Storyboard Collection. It was really my first "critical" anime, and has certainly left an impact that has been felt in my overall tastes and appreciation for anime and manga. Because of that, being able to see the background of the series, how it was framed, conceptualized, and executed upon just feels right. It's a golden ticket to something I've held very dear for a long while now. In similar fashion, I really do cherish my Garden of Sinners storyboard collection.

Unfortunately I can't find any scans of it that are readily available online, and given the age of the collection it can be hard to find them all for a reasonable price. I do know though that you can find the first 2 or so volumes for reasonable prices online in Japan.

I think the last that I'll put on this list is my FLCL Archives art book. It's a bit of a hodgepodge of art, key animation, some storyboards, design material, and so on and so forth. It's an all in one for fans of FLCL and definitely something I'd recommend to any fan of the series. I didn't watch FLCL when it first aired, because I wasn't old enough obviously, but I still get such an intense feeling of nostalgia from it. That the stars just sort of align and when I'm watching it the world melts away in that moment. I just get really absorbed in it when I experience it, and the art book is an extension of that. There's a lot to it so I'm always taking stuff in. One day I'd love to own more of the FLCL work, but the storyboard collection for it is insanely expensive, and the other materials aren't near as robust.

I can't find the FLCL Archives art book online, but predecessors that overlap with it such as FLCLism can be found here

There's a lot more I'd love to discuss and share, but over text and in a single post it'd be far too much to digest in reasonable fashion, so I'll save it for another time or post.

[unknwnxquantity]

What a privilege to type on my silly little screen. Have my silly little existential moments. Have my little spirals. Ponder on everything and everyone. While there’s ppl dying. No food no water no shelter. No peace! That’s so sad man. IMAGINE NOT HAVING A BED! No comfort! The worst possible things imaginable are happening at this very moment. At every moment. I always think to myself, “I wonder who in this exact moment is dying? Who’s having sex right now? Who’s experiencing the most life changing moment right now in this very moment?” I think like that too when I pass big apartments in the city or driving along the highways. I think I’m looking at hundreds of people in my peripheral vision that are blocked by the building walls. And then I wish I was like Superman and can see through the buildings to see what ppl are up to. What are people doing right now? Who’s living in their truth and who’s not? Whose heart is breaking? Are you fukking or are you making love? Do you love them, “love” them or are you thinking of someone else? How did you guys end up here together? Are you crying right now? Are you sleeping/napping? What are you dreaming about.. do you remember your dreams? Is it a life changing dream? Do you even pay attention to the hidden messages!! Or playing video games? What are you watching? What made you start watching that show/movie and how did it capture your attention? Why do you like it? What music are you listening to? Why are you listening to that particular song right at this moment? Did your friend put you onto it, is it a viral tiktok sound? Are you distracting yourself from the world around you? Are you missing an ex? Why do you miss them? Do you actually miss them or do you miss how they made you feel? Are you missing your mom? Your childhood friends? Are you missing the memories too?

The wars the killings. There are people that will never know peace and sanity a day in their life. CONSTANT living in fight or flight mode. Survival mode. High cortisol levels. How tragic is that? Yet we complain about our phones dying too fast, or our order being wrong. I hate thinking of all the disgusting and unspeakable ways of ppl (or animals which is even worse bc it’s usually bc of us) dying at this moment. Or worse, not dying and living with their incurable ailments. Imagine not being able to walk or breathe without assistance? Knock on wood man. I tell myself that the pain is temporary and they won’t feel it in their next life. That they’ll have a chance for a better life. Maybe they’ll return home. Maybe they’ll reach nirvana. Probably not, but who am I to say that? Maybe after their death here, their souls go to the spiritual infirmary (I forget which theory that is!!! Where souls go to this soul hospital almost omg I wish I could remember…. Okay I found it it’s in a book “journey of souls” by Dr newton), to recover from their deepest wounds. Wounds. I tell myself pain isn’t real for them (it is). Souls literally fight to come on earth!!! For that serious spiritual upgrade. It’s so hard to get on this earth. We don’t appreciate it. Now I wanna watch the soul Disney movie. I need to watch it again. (The irony of me being obsessed with h0llyw3ird and knowing the dark stuff/subliminals/programming from all our fav cartoons/shows/movies growing up… all the unspeakable things…. And yet my nostalgia is deeply rooted in them (like billions of others) talk about cognitive dissonance🤪)

[cinhomi]

rora thank you for that expansion upon bang chan. it was very much needed and a RED ROBE TOO roraaaa stawp. doNT DO THIS TO MEEE AHHHH

I definitely have been having fun today! not so today but for the last few days yes <3 I've been wanting to catch up on some fics recently but haven't been able to because I've been busy - fun busy but not enough time to read! definitely need to get back on track for that I'm looking forward to the hyune fic I've been meaning to read it for so long 👀 hopefully I'll be less busy once new years eve passes 💀

I've been so distracted lately too...it's nearly the end of the year which means nostalgia is clawing its way up my throat again and I've been both happy and sad at the same time, haha. sorry for the random deviation of topic from skz 🥲 but sending you asks always feels like I'm writing to a pen friend and you always respond with such care! talking to you alwaus makes me feel warm and happy 💓 i love hearing about what you have to say so. thank you for everything 🥰 you're so so appreciated my friend <3

all my love (and for some reason suddenly sentimental),

- titracha nonnie

sooo glad to hear you're having a good time, sweetie 🫶 you mean my Hyunie fic? ah, if that's it, let me know your opinion on it when you read it ^-^

you can always talk about anything with me, no need to be always skz related! nostalgia is hitting me hard too, mhmh, I agree. it really warms my heart to know you think this of me 🩷 it's only natural that I put care in my replies, after all, there's another person at the other end of the line that puts care in sending asks and that makes me feel appreciated. I already said that but my goal in life is to make others happy, so if I'm doing that with you, I'm already one step ahead!

thank YOU for always being here. I cherish your presence in my little heart >_<

I know I don't post much but this truly is my tiny corner of happiness...

[setsumushou]

I wrote my last post in the middle of the night, and I realized I forgot to censor the word "Roosmav" in the middle of a tag, so I quickly changed it now. I've even had to be cognizant of the fact that I can't use the words "Roosmav," "Tom Cruise," "Miles Teller" in the body of any tags I write because it accidentally causes my post to show up in the mobile version of their tags, so I haven't been able to even openly talk about the things that I love because I don't want to cause drama, I don't want to draw attention to myself, but I still want to be able to express my interests. I don't know if they felt I was being nefariously secretive for the first half of this year, but I genuinely just didn't want to cause drama while I was still trying to figure my own feelings out. And I do say what I feel, what I've been thinking, on here.

The reason I wanted to befriend Kat, even besides that she is an amazing writer and was so kind to be one of the few people to leave genuine feedback on what I've done this year, is that she was finally the person to have an interest in common with myself outside of Roosmav that I felt I could carry forward if this doesn't work out for me. I still have so much that I want to do, that I want to give to Roosmav, but I've always said that I couldn't do it by myself, and I can't. I just can't do it myself. It would take me 1000 years to be able to get to 5% of the level of writing that the people there are on, and the stories that I feel deserve to be told for Roosmav.

I've talked about how there are still 90% of the things I want to see for Roosmav - and the truth is that I want everything for them. Every scenario, every AU, every weird sex thing possible for them. I honestly didn't realize what it was to be married to a ship until Roosmav. I don't look for anything else, read another ship (outside of Fuddle's CyMav because I do have nostalgia for how that was originally how I discovered her - her second Roosmav fic was gifted to me because I had been one of the people to encourage her to continue writing for them in her very first Roosmav fic), my eyes haven't strayed to anything else for this entire year. I have not watched another movie, another TV show, played a videogame. Every spare moment I have had has been devoted to writing/drawing/reading/commenting Roosmav. This is how single-mindedly devoted I have been to Roosmav this year.

I have had a very difficult, intense, sad story with this ship. And I don't want to drag it out much longer. I do want to thank Kat for having danmei in common with me, and if Roosmav can never work out, I am ready to go back to what I had thought I was going to be doing by now last year and start watching TGCF, go back to drawing those Chinese twinks. I don't think I will ever try writing again after Roosmav - it's true that I've only ever felt compelled to express actual written thought for them, and I'm glad that I did.

I never got to even talk about my own fics with other people outside of the two very kind people who have beta'd them, and I did put a lot of things that I loved in those fics, that I wish I could have discussed with people. I'm still glad that I wrote them because they have been fun for me to re-read for myself - my bottom!Bradleys were truly all gifts to me for myself: I love Bradley, and I was happy I got to write my Maverick (me) loving him the way I wanted to.

I want to give some things time, but I don't want to drag any of this on to the next year. It's been a very difficult, lonely year for me, and I think through this I've gotten to appreciate everything. Just having one conversation with a friend every two weeks. But I've wasted enough people's time outside of my own - it's the writing that has wasted people's time because those people really did take the time out of their busy adult lives to help me do something like this. No matter what happens, I will always appreciate that they helped me, and even getting their little comments while beta-ing my fics felt like that little bit of Roosmav interaction that I have been so desperately wanting.

I do have nothing but love for Roosmav, the Roosmav fandom, and every friend that I have ever known. I'm so sorry if even writing things on my tumblr has inadvertently caused any conflict in the fandom - I've tried to be careful not to tag anything I say, and I was terrified this morning when I woke up when I saw that I had accidentally written "Roosmav" instead of "R00smav" in my previous post's tag body. I hope it isn't showing up on the actual tag.

[just-kiss-me-you-fool-hehe]

i used to think in absolutes and try to document everything (COME BACK TO THIS ONE!)

i used to get worried that my friends would feel neglected if i didn't save every friday night for them

or that my family would feel bad if i wasn't telling them things after getting in a relationship

the truth is, nothing is stagnant, everything in your life is constantly in ebb and flow even things you don't realize like your relationships which change over the course of weeks and months

the truth is things are gonna be always changing

and you'll have more things to talk about with ruby and mummy in some months than others

and that's just how it is your life is always in different phases

i was someone to appreciate me for the transitions I'm always going through and at the end of the year I really want to do a mapping exercise of how my year went and what changed and what didn't

the phases are to be appreciated for what they bring you and give you perspective on what you had that you no longer have but you can still be grateful for having it at all <3

i really don't care about my past phases but what I wanted to document for myself was how I'm changing and what was I struggling with and being able to map that progress for myself

I think having past happiness documented doesn't give me happiness (which maybe it should because I should have nostalgia but instead I just have anxiety and sad thoughts about the past no matter how good of a past it was something to think about🤔)

what I do want documented are the memorable moments, the stories that I've been telling at dinners, the fun little bits rather than the grand moments

(does putting fun lil bits on instagram make them grand?? and is that bad)