#it's a goddamn isekai

[atsadi-shenanigans]

All I Want for Solstice

Chapter one of my holiday smutfic! Posted on AO3 because I'm not sure how much tumblr allows and this one's explicit.

Eleanor is trying to spread holiday cheer. Astarion is trying to spread Eleanor's legs. Loosely tied to Feeding Alligators, but not totally canon to it, since I haven't finished the game.

Rated E for explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, fingering, orgasm denial, blow jobs, Astarion being a shit, Eleanor also being a shit.

He’s been teasing you all night. It starts innocently enough (as he’s wont to do, these days). A kiss to your cheek that lingers a moment longer than usual. You’d been judging yourself in front of the mirror, frowning at your outfit. Baldur’s Gate did not, it turns out, get snow often. But now and then it did very much Snow. The morning had seen that storm roll in. It cleared out by sundown, and you and Astarion woke to crystalline white outside your windows, glowing gold in the city’s lamplight. You’d been planning tonight for three days, and you did not intend to back out due to the weather.

You don’t seen him, of course. Didn’t even know the man was in the room until his cool hands drape over your front.

“You look delectable,” he says right into your ear, his breath curling against your neck.

Read the rest on AO3.

[ofbatsandballads]

turn me into something tragic

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: slight suggestive thoughts from reader, brief mentions of Jason being hurt

a/n: been listening to the secret of us by gracie abrams and “let it happen” just feels so much like what falling in love with jay would be like. so here’s a song fic!

divider credit: saradika-graphics

You’re in deep. You wish you weren’t because this whole longing thing sucks. But you’re here now—so it goes, you guess. It’s not like you have any other options. You can’t just quit your job at the Robbinsville Public Library because there’s a very handsome man that always shows up from one to four in the afternoon. You can’t uproot your life and your ability to pay rent because he smiles at you whenever he returns his books, because his voice makes your chest feel warm when he asks if you can put a copy of Emma on hold for him.

No. You just need to suck it up and stop thinking about Jason fucking Todd.

A remarkably hard task, honestly. Especially when he shows up at one o’clock on the dot as always. The weather’s pouring rain today, a clockwork symptom of Gotham winters. You watch as he diligently drags his boots along the entry rugs, careful to not track water on the hardwood floors of the library. It’s sweet. He’s sweet—no. You don’t need to be thinking anything about him.

He walks up to your circulation desk, unzips his black leather jacket and places the books he’d been keeping safe from the rain on the old oak. He always returns them early. He must be a particularly voracious reader. It’s a trait you find ridiculously attractive. He reads all these classic romances, so he must have a good appreciation of longing and devotion and soul crushing love and what would it be like to be loved by a man like that—God, you need to stop.

“Hi Jason,” you greet him cheerfully.

“Hi,” he says quietly.

His voice is so pretty. It’s deep but not rough, and he’s got that lilt that all born and bred Gothamites have. He’s so soft spoken, whether by choice or nature, you don’t know. But it’s a beautiful combination, his tone and inflection. You could listen to him talk all day. You do listen to him talk for at least 30 minutes of each day you work.

“Your hair looks nice.”

It’s sheepish and it’s nearly a whisper, but it’s got your heart racing nonetheless. You’d cut your hair over the weekend, wanting a change. And if you’d hastily curled it this morning before work in a vain attempt to make it look extra pretty, then that was for you to know.

“Thank you,” you say, face growing warm, “Oh, your copy of Emma just came in!”

You reach into the cubby under your desk where you’d specifically placed the book once it was returned by a guy named Dick. You had asked how he liked it and he’d just said he didn’t get why his brother enjoyed these things so much. You didn’t talk to him much after that.

“Took ‘em long enough,” Jason mutters, shaking his head and causing little droplets of water to fall from his damp curls.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Most times people don’t wait over a month, but I got the sense that the guy didn’t really like it. Probably DNF’ed it,” you ramble as you push the book towards him.

Jason rolls his eyes.

“Some people have no taste,” he grumbles.

“Your taste is incredible.”

You don’t realize how horrible that double entendre is until you see the bright red of Jason’s cheeks. Oh, God, your inside thoughts are becoming outside thoughts. You really, really need to reel yourself in.

“I mean–I just meant–obviously books. Your taste in books. I have no idea about your taste otherwise.”

Yeah, that didn’t help. You want to crawl under your desk and die. Maybe the little old lady who works the morning shift will find your corpse when she clocks in.

“I–um–thank you?” Jason says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

He looks pretty when he’s flustered. You wonder just how pretty he’d look if he was under you all flustered like that. Jesus Christ, you want to gag your own inner monologue. You take one steadying deep breath.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a day,” it hasn’t, but he doesn’t know that, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He pauses, shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He looks to be contemplating something of extreme importance. Then a resigned look crosses his face and his shoulders drop as he lets out a deep sigh.

“No, nothin’ yet. ‘M just gonna browse.”

And with that he’s off into the stacks. Once he’s out of your sight, you drop your burning face into your hands and groan. Humiliating. You’re so embarrassed that you’re jittery. You toss Jason’s books into the cart of returns and decide to make your way through the library returning them. The work distracts you from your own social suicide, as do the headphones you’ve pulled over your head.

You’re wandering along, head bobbing to the playlist you’ve entitled “book return bops”, when you encounter the source of your sudden emotional instability reading peacefully on the ground. He doesn’t notice or acknowledge you at first. It gives you time to admire him.

He truly is pretty. The cloudy light from the window throws shadows on his face, accentuating the sharpness of his cheekbones, his jaw, his nose. He’s like an old Roman statue. A beautiful man that reads, is kind, and is built like a brick house. You’re doomed.

You wheel your squeaky cart into the aisle and start placing the books back in their rightful homes. Jason looks up at you, a soft smile blooming on his face as he watches you work. Little do you know that he stares at you the same way you stare at him.

You glance over at him and see that he’s reading Frankenstein. You drag your headphones to hang around your neck and interrupt the peaceful quiet that’s settled between you.

“I need to know what you think of that book,” you demand.

Jason raises an eyebrow, gaze roaming from you to the book in his hands and back.

“It’s one of the best novels ever written. And one of the most widely misinterpreted by modern media. It’s a little infuriating, actually, just how much every adaptation misses the point.”

You’re in love with him. End of discussion.

“Thank you!” you exclaim. “First of all, the Creature isn’t green and bolted! Second, he’s not the fucking villain! Victor is! How do you create something, knowing every step of the way what you’ve made, then abandon it altogether once you’ve given it life. It’s bullshit. He’s neglectful and obtuse and utterly unaccountable.”

You continue to rant about Frankenstein for a good ten minutes, allowing Jason to make annotations to your verbal essay. In your literary fire, you completely miss the stars that are dancing in the eyes of the pretty boy sitting on the floor. If you did see them, maybe you’d realize that you’re not the only one with increasingly absurd inside thoughts.

“Anyways,” you sigh, “you’re the only person I’ve ever spoken to who gets it. So thank you.”

“No problem. You’re the only person I can talk to about it,” he says, voice going quiet at the last part.

You cock your head and raise an eyebrow in question.

“Well, my best friend isn’t much for reading. He prefers building weird shit. And my…dad,” he chokes the word out like it’s poison, “he just reads fuckin’ history books. Not even the good ones. He reads stuff like the history of semiconductors.”

You laugh so loud that it echoes. You slap your hand over your mouth, suddenly conscious of where you work. You’re still giggling as you sit down next to him. You look over and feel any of the air you’d regained leave your lungs. He’s smiling at you, bigger and brighter than he ever has before. And the way he’s looking at you…it’s not at all dissimilar to the way you look at him. Maybe you don’t have to stop thinking about him after all. You steel your nerves and dig your fingers into the shelf behind you.

“Well, maybe I could get your number so we can book club it sometime. Just so you don’t have to talk about semiconductors,” you joke, nerves coming through in the slight shake of your voice.

His smile grows even bigger.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he says as he hands over his phone to you.

As you punch in the numbers, you swear that you can see how it’ll all unfold. You don’t love him yet, but you will. One day you’ll love him so much you don’t know how it stays contained in your body. You’ll discover that he loves chocolate chip cookies and you’ll learn how to make them for him. You’ll learn he’s ticklish right under his ribs, that the muscle that joins his neck and shoulder is extremely sensitive to kisses.

You’ll have bitter arguments when he comes to pick you up for a date with a black eye or a busted lip or a bum shoulder. You’ll have a vicious screaming match where he finally tells you what he does at night. He’ll vanish for a week, then come back to find you curled up in a ball on your couch. He’ll never vanish again, he’ll make a home with you. You’ll worry every night he leaves your side. You’ll rejoice with every sunrise you watch together on your fire escape.

Jason Todd will turn you into something tragic, into a love-struck, devoted, messy version of yourself that you didn’t know existed before he walked into your life. And, just for him, you’ll let it happen.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Is it douche-y to plug your own fic on something like this? I legitimately don’t know (and will delete this if I’m stepping on toes). But uh, I’m halfway through one of these myself?

This isn’t a story request, just wanted to get a different person’s opinion on this brainworm—what would happen if Tav was abducted from Earth? I mean the Nautiloid was teleporting everywhere when fleeing from the dragons, so Tav could be unlucky enough to be the only modern Earthling they abduct.

Tav would have no magical powers. Maybe they can play an instrument and pretend to be a bard, retelling the Lord of the Rings as a true story to fool people? Maybe they harness the power of science like a mad scientist? How the heck would Astarion react to her ways of thinking?

Oh friend! Do I have a neat one for you to check out! I have a friend who's currently working on something along these same line with a slightly different premise. It also takes place post-game events. Shoutout to Bella!!

So, she's coming at it from the perspective of an "our world" person who knows BG3 exists and has played it and then gets transported into the world. Anyway! Your question.

This type of thing is so fun. This is why I love fic writing. Any weird little idea in your brain? MAKE IT A FIC. I love it.

You're suggesting something like while planejumping, the Nautilus grabbed someone from our universe. Which, in the multiverse theory of D&D, could theoretically happen! It's a fish-out-of-water plot with fun possibilities.

I suppose the first question to ask is how you're characterizing this new OC. What are their existing skills and interests? Even without magic, they could be a martial fighter, a bard, even a wizard. Artificer if they're good at tinkering. Maybe being shunted into a magical universe awakens magic within them and they're a surprise sorcerer and then you can play with person who's never had magic suddenly having magic and being WTF about it.

That's ultimately what's going to decide the story -- how the fish-out-of-water reacts. Everyone else is FROM this world, they get it, and it'd be very easy to be like "well that person has clearly had a mental break, on we go." Do they all speak the same language? I assume the Earthling will understand Common.

Lots of potential for headbutting. What is the Earthling offering in order to tag along? What turns of phrase are different? Do they have a functional electronic device on them?

How would YOU react if you were dropped into the world? What conflicts would come up for YOU?

As for how Astarion would respond, well, he's a chaos gremlin looking for any means of protective power he can find, at least in early game. He's already freaked out, so what's one more thing? Does this character offer some kind of protection or tactical alliance? He's probably on board. Are they weird and unusual [in context]? He's probably like lol nice.

"You're a bit of an... odd one, aren't you? I can work with that."

[liauditore]

new suicide squad anime got me thinking about the genderbend batman au i made when i was 16 again.

extra (nsfw??? body horror + shirtless doodle lol) art under the cut + drabble.

A mysterious actress appears in Gotham!

Production for the long-anticipated remake of the 1930s classic horror film, "The Clay", is saved in part thanks to the audition of one woman with no credits to her name, just a face and demeanor identical of the late leading actress of the original film.

However, the cast and crew have bigger worries than their limited budget and endless demands from their producers -- everyone involved seems to be disappearing one by one!

While the average gothammite worries that the cult classic's "cursed" reputation might be a little more than an urban legend, The Batman refuses to entertain such unfounded silliness and aims to get to the bottom of this crime against cinema!

presenting BATMAN '63 - THE RISE OF CLAYFACE coming not actually ever lmao

(her hair is brown now because I like the idea of her appearance never being fully consistent lol. shapeshifters gotta do their thing)

[wife-beam]

anytime i watch an isekai where the protag becomes quickly or easily overpowered i cheer loudly for best boy shen qingqiu and how he got nerfed every single time he leveled up

[prettyboykatsuki]

What are ur other fave shoujos!! (say I love you is super cute! I’m curious what others you liked as well :3)

that's hard....for the classic shoujous i'd say namaikizakari, maid-sama, and last game are some of my favorites. yona of the dawn too but that's like a no brainer.

and then i think my all time favorites are mizutama honey boy, honey lemon soda, and tomo-chan wa onnanoko

for a shorter series one of my favorite less romance centered shoujos is tomodachi no hanashi. highly reccomend.

among all of these i think mizutama honey boy is another all time favorite, same for honey lemon soda. im missing some though but these r the ones that left a long impression on me

^^ these are all specifically shoujo mangas so no webtoon toon or manhwa here

[huewrite]

I'm thankful for you all

I am. I'm glad you are all here. I'm glad you at least peek at my stories.

I hope the stories bring you great joy.

I hope The Reincarnated Shapeshifter's Godly Feast makes you laugh and a bit hungry.

I hope the Romance Splits gives you the romance and love and drama that you want, in a new an unexpected flavor.

And I hope that the comic my husband and I have brings you enough drama and tension to make all of you feel things for bots.

Most importantly, I hope everyone that sees this finds a story- even if it's not mine- that speaks to them.

[flavia8]

God don't you hate it when you're reading a romance and they introduce a fun, interesting character that has a good connection with the MC And then they introduce the love interest?

[ladyloveandjustice]

There is a sad undercurrent of suicidal ideation baked into some isekai narratives- the idea that this world is so horrible that your only hope is to die of overwork or get hit by a truck and get reborn into a world where you're actually important and things are nice, into the very fiction you used to escape how awful your life is. There's something worth examining in the idea that we can only fantasize about dying and finding a better life because changing this world feels too hard. It's not all that different than telling the poor it's okay they're suffering in this life because they'll get their 'heavenly reward', to use a dramatic historical and modern comparison.

So this reveal that Huisu actually straight up did kill herself, that the reason this romance novel was so meaningful to her was because her life was meaningless, that her suicidal ideation has been persisting all this time, is a really meaningful and needed extension of these themes. Every time her world wasn't the one she hoped for, Huisu killed herself and tried for a redo, because it worked the first time. She didn't stick around to try to change it. It was immediately hopeless and she had to throw everything away for hopes of getting closer to her fantasy ideal. That's not so different from the dogma that lies unexplored as a basis for most 'my previous life sucked' isekai.

Can she actually choose life and accept it for all it's flaws this time? The 'surviving' part in the title 'surviving romance' is now important, because it's not just about our main character struggling to survive against zombies...it's about her struggling against herself to even WANT to survive.

[melonisopod]

Game companies will really make the cutest female player character designs and then default to the soggy waffle male PC design for every single promo of the game.

[gendervapor14]

on september 26th i’m going to start posting an old story i found in my hard drive. i’ll drop one chapter a week. it’s an old sorazon cora lives AU that is extremely fluffy and makes no goddamn sense but i reread it the other day and i thought. this is just stupid enough to post. so. i’m going to do that. don’t let me forget.

it’s 11 chapters long!! and incomplete. which is the main reason i didn’t post it. i don’t like posting incomplete works. but i think some joy can be scraped from this story even tho it isn’t “finished”.

also i miss uploading multichaptered stories… so this is my compromise.

also. yes. bell-mere is in it. hehe

[atsadi-shenanigans]

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It’s all BG3!!!

Holy fuck people made art 🥹:

Drunk Batstarion by @britonell

Eleanor by @lyzelky

Eleanor and Astarion, sitting on a bench by @britonell once again 💜

Eleanors! by @shierke

Astarion is trying to flirt (critical fail) commissioned by @sasseffects and drawn/rendered/colored by @squirrelcurls and @vipermenace

Eleanor and Astarion in their matching outfits! Bonus: Astarion being a total shit. By @lyzelky (😭)

Tent Scene from WSWB chapter 9 commissioned by @allymcfee and created by @summerwarlock

Also Tent Scene from WSWB, commissioned by @allymcfee and created by @crunchyncrumbly

NSFW?

Astarion and Eleanor by @mutualcombat (with more detailed pic of the softness)

Snippets:

Tiddy Cuddles - actually SFW. Batstarion never walks anywhere ever again when he can get uppies.

One Shots (All of them are rated E smutfics):

Stuffing - an entry for Wanksgiving 2023, sexually explicit. Ties into Feeding Alligators.

All I Want for Solstice - happy holidays 2023, have some fluffy smut! Eleanor tries to spread holiday cheer. Astarion tries to spread Eleanor's legs. Rated very much E for explicit sexual content. Technically a two-shot, but whatev.

Valentine’s Day Special - Roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah I’d like to fuck you. Or: Astarion bought a toy. Eleanor wants to give him a night he won’t forget. ASTARION GETS PEGGED.

You Could Just Ask - Astarion is terrible about communicating what he wants. But Eleanor is getting good at translating gremlin. ASTARION GETS PEGGED AGAIN. The man is a MENACE.

Something Full-Bodied and Red - Aunt Flo comes to visit Eleanor. Astarion is thrilled to make her acquaintance.

Tightrope and Lace - Astarion has a proposition: you’d look lovely in rope. And you shouldn’t be the only one who gets to dress for the occasion.

A Misuse of Potions - Pt. 1: Astarion has a plan. A nice, simple plan. His love has been gone for almost a tenday, but now she's back, and he needs her to obliterate him in the best way possible.

Long fics:

Feeding Alligators:

Turns out, it’s not heart disease that gets you. Not a car crash, the second coming, or even a plain old slip in the shower that removes you from this mortal coil. It’s motherfucking aliens. Your Uncle Randy would be so proud. Or: two losers cheat, stab, and flirt their way to a win.

Rated M for language, violence, and (very) eventual sexual content. Astarion/Named Tav with a backstory.

Completed.

What Shall We Become:

After tripping a mad wizard’s trap, Astarion—now blinded—must navigate the Underdark with Eleanor back to their crew. These two shitheads must cheat, stab, and flirt their way through flooded caves, monsters, and something hunting them in the dark. All while very confusing feelings begin to muddle up Astarion’s Very Simple plan.

In Progress - Index here.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

I have art block :'3

So for now I will dump sum things from my sketchbook... Like au dumps in the form of traditional drawing.

Keep in mind that I did these at school, with only a multicolored pen, a crayon and highlighter :'3

This is the newest one in the sketchbook :'3

I caved in and did a genshin au but it's more Ace and Childe being brothers, as such Ace is your friendly Geo bow character that we meet during Fontaine :'3

He was initially meant to have a spear

I included 2 abouts, bc I feel like Ace could drop u either sum funny things or concerning lil snippets. :v

Also bc he is still from twisted wonderland, I felt it fit to make him a new type of vision frame. :D

Sum jjk cover ideas, from the double Isekai au. I really like how Floyd's turned out, mainly because of the goldfish. :'3

For Ortho/Orpheus I used a fountain pen for some bits and honestly, that shit colors so well, like how??? Irl it looks so nice. I had a field trip trying to get a brown for the coffin head, still I really like how simple is and the subtle references.

I really wanted to reference Kento's manga cover, so in all 3 there is 1 thing that is in common and I am curious to see if y'all can guess what it is. :3

The fight club au! :D

Tbh I have so many thoughts for it, despite these 2 not actually being the main focus (Epel is)

It's an Au that is inspired by the fighting club genre (street fighter, MK, etc.) tbh I really wanted to try some different types of poses and I thought that it was a nice exercise.

I actually messed up Riddle's jacket... Initially it was meant to be orange, but I changed my mind halfway so here we are. It was supposed to be a dark blue... :'3

My pen gave up halfway in here x3

Yes, it's the king of Blots Au, which was pretty fun to think about it. Especially since in here, Idia grows to be more independent in terms of doing certain chores he initially used machines for(Ramshackle Dormhead U-U). A cute headcannon in here is that Ortho usually naps when he takes his meds so Idia is more or so used to be deemed a pillow. :3

Rollo and Azul friendship✨

Sum Raincode shit :'3

There's a fricking stain on the page and IDK how it got there T-T

They have such fun story in this Au and Rollo being set on 'exorcising' Malleus and Idia is just a highlight, because for many who have no idea, Rollo seems like he's squaring with a bird and a lizard. :'3

Also big spoilers for Raincode au :v

This is the oldest drawing in this post tbh :v

Maybe I should dump more traditional drawings tbh... They are fun :3

[redbuddi]

Korean comic artists... I beg of you...

If you don't know how to write a darker skinned character, nor do you know the history of the European Slave Trade,

Then please. For the love of God.

stop putting slavery and anti-black racism in your comics

please

CHOOSE A DIFFERENT TITLE

[industria-adastra]

Re: me posting about Vampire Knight in 2k23, as if I wasn't niche enough in the void of the abyss that is tumblr.com

You see, I actually have no idea what's going on Vampire Knight: Memories because I'm severely not caught up.... But also because I'll probably be able to enjoy the plot best if I'm not left hanging wondering what the hell Hino-Sensei's been smoking while writing.

Anyways yume fandom yeet (*crickets chirp*). Hino-Sensei when will I see my cringefail wifegirl actually get hitched to my emoboy peepaw (original) Thanks for coming to my TED talk, me, myself and I.

[envy-of-the-apple]

K but I feel like an isekai fic where a modern-century woman getting whirled into the Illaid would be true horror and the perfect dark/yan fic

its even more perfect cuz you don’t know Ancient Greek??? You just wake up in the woods one day and some sweet old lady finds you and takes you into her village. You have no idea what’s going on and you can’t speak their language so you decide to just stay put for a couple of days but suddenly the village is attacked by a bunch of men wearing bronze chest plates. You’re caught almost immediately and taken in by men who definitely aren’t from your time period. and you can’t communicate with them but you keep hearing familiar names like ‘Agamemnon’ or ‘Menelaus’ or ‘Odysseus’ and your main captor keeps getting called Achilles and then you realise with gradual horror that you’re caught right in the middle of the goddamn Trojan War