#lmao well that's my goal this year

[seaweed-water]

wip wednesday

thank you for tagging me, @dear-massacre... i'm assuming this is what you wanted lmao. also dedicated to @rugbertgoeshome who just lovingly spammed me ♥️

tw: implied rape, rape, depending on how you look at it i guess? someone gets raped

Stiles dips his head down and seals their lips together, holding Derek under his jaw. They watch each other through slotted eyes, and Stiles pulls away with soft lingering pecks as he says, “It’s today.”

With furrowed brows, Derek’s eyes flick between Stiles’, their faces inches apart now as Stiles waits for it to sink in, and then Derek understands.

“Right now?” he asks, his voice unsteady, a spike of adrenaline rushing through him at the realization he’ll be branded forever on this day. He asked Stiles to surprise him with it instead of counting down the days with dread in his veins.

“Right now,” Stiles confirms, and sweat sprouts over Derek’s skin as he swallows and presses into Stiles’ neck, seeking comfort as his limbs start to quiver in anticipation. Stiles’ arms wrap around him, nose pressing in his hair, lips brushing over his temple as Derek attempts to sink into him. He��d almost prefer to wear the collar forever, but even the thought isn’t satisfying enough. He can take the collar off, and then how would anyone know who he belongs to? He must be branded and marked permanently, forever—anything less simply won’t do.

Stiles lets him delay the inevitable a few more moments, fingertips massaging over Derek’s scalp as he breathes in the doctor’s warm scent to calm himself, until finally Stiles pulls away, stealing another kiss before he says, “Go kneel by the fire, baby.”

Derek does as he’s told, draping over the chair, knees planted on the cushion Stiles placed for him. Stiles’ fingers hook under the elastic band of Derek’s pants, peeling the fabric away. The skin on his ass cheek turns cold in the wake of the iodine Stiles swipes over him, and he shudders, the hair rising over every inch of his body.

The branding itself doesn’t hurt quite like Derek expected. Maybe worse than a tattoo, the white-hot iron searing into his ass cheek for all of three seconds. The euphoria kicks in before he really gets a chance to revel in the pain, and Stiles applies an ointment as Derek lies over the chair cushion with tears in his eyes.

“Have you ever branded anyone before?” Derek asks, his voice a bit raw. He blinks his tears away, the heat of the crackling fire scorching over his wound.

“Yes,” Stiles answers, tearing medical tape strips off the roll.

“Who?” Derek looks over his shoulder, his brows furrowing. He knows the answer before Stiles opens his mouth.

“Do you really want to have this conversation right now?”

“Yes.”

The doctor takes in a deep breath, his gaze tentative, lips pressed in a tight line. “Isaac, a few before him. They’re all dead now.”

Derek’s jaw hardens as he looks forward, the velvet backside of the armchair his only view. “Isaac isn’t dead.” But he will be if Derek has anything to do about it.

Stiles places a precut plastic wrap over the new mark, taping it in place, and Derek sucks in a sharp breath as he presses his face into the cushion.

“Isaac doesn’t have my collar.”

With a few shuddering breaths, Derek clenches his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. “Did anyone else have your collar?”

“No,” Stiles says, the smile evident in his voice. He reaches out and runs his fingers through the hair on the back of Derek’s head. “You are not allowed to kill him. Your punishment will not be fun if you do.”

“Why won’t you let me kill him?” Derek feels Stiles’ lips on his neck, just above the buckle of his collar.

“Drop it, Derek.”

“Are you still fucking him?”

Stiles huffs out an exasperated breath, his fingers gripping in Derek’s hair before pulling him back and twisting his head to meet his gaze. Derek strains, planted on his knees, Stiles mirroring him. “I spend all my time with you. Do you really not know the answer to that?”

That’s not a yes or a no, and Derek’s jaw hardens, his eyes flicking between Stiles’ with knit brows and an obstinate glare.

Stiles purses his lips, frustrated. “No, I’m not still fucking him.”

Derek eases up a bit, still straining in his position as Stiles holds his head back, neck bared. “Then why can’t I kill him?”

“I said drop it, Derek. You’re going to have to trust me. You’ll understand when it’s time.”

It seems Derek doesn’t have a choice. He obeys, begrudgingly, and Stiles tends to him, passing him painkillers and water, feeding him before they go to bed. He lies over Stiles’ chest, ass cheek burning, and deliberates to himself as he stares into darkness.

Perhaps Derek can’t kill him, but cutting the brand off was never explicitly forbidden.

He’s known where Isaac works, where he lives, his favorite TV dinner, and all about his track record thanks to Stiles’ detailed notes and his own investigative work. He learned of Stiles’ brand on his skin fourteen hours ago, and in that time, he’s already got Isaac tied up and naked over his kitchen counter.

Derek could have just re-branded him, but he couldn’t bear to let Stiles’ brand exist beneath it. Instead, he flays the skin off, and Isaac passes out after screaming so hard, only waking up once Derek presses a glowing metal spatula over the bleeding flesh to cauterize the wound. He could have just let Isaac die from blood loss, but Derek is a good boy—he obeys his master, for the most part.

Isaac’s eyes are watery and dazed, his mouth taped shut as he glares wearily up at his offender, gaze flicking to the medallion hanging off Derek’s beloved necklace. Derek grips his jaw, glaring right back. “You don’t belong to him anymore.”

Derek tosses the removed skin into the garbage disposal and flicks it on, and Isaac watches with tears in his eyes, from the pain of his missing flesh or the loss of his master, Derek doesn’t really care. He fucks him for good measure, just to assert dominance and remind Isaac how powerless he is. When he cuts the ropes, Isaac lies there in shock, Derek’s cum leaking out of him.

The doctor praises him when he gets home, as if he’d expected nothing less.

“Clever boy,” he says as he kisses Derek’s temple and places a plate of food in front of him.

“How’d you know? You’ve had clients all day.”

“I’ve had a tracker on your phone for years, baby.”

Derek feels silly for even asking. no pressure tags: @demonicfaerie @endwersed @eevylynn @hellameyers @keldjinfae @violetfairydust @gege-wondering-around

[fuumiku]

Happy new year!!

Some doodles I did today to unwind + test a lineart brush

[knifebaby3000]

[azalettuce]

in essence, we are reconciled to reconcile

a/n : took place before vol. 16 omake where evil eye helped aira reconcile with her friends. look it up for the context

Saying this may sound funny, but Jiji actually found it fun to converse with Evil Eye in his mind.

It’s like talking to a child, though he supposed it made sense because he was a child. Now without the Briefs constantly screaming in his head (that’s what he said), Evil Eye became reasonable to talk to. And thanks to his chi training, he was able to control how much of the youkai’s consciousness he wanted to channel out. At times when he was himself, Jiji would relax his chi and allow Evil Eye to experience what he experienced through his senses. When Evil Eye took over his body (sometimes it’s just inevitable), he’s able to keep his own consciousness awake too (as long as he didn’t pass out first). Now, whatever he saw, he touched, he tasted, he shared it with Evil Eye.

Being a child in origin and at heart, the youkai was naturally curious at anything and everything, and his reactions were pretty entertaining to watch. Boarding a train made him squee in wonder. Tasting yummy food got him all jumpy, demanding for more—Jiji had to calm him down by saying there were more yummy things to taste and they could eat it next time. Watching a soccer match excited him like no other, despite not understanding the rules.

At this point, Jiji has gotten used to having the youkai asking questions, but there were still times his questions caught him off-guard.

‘Hey,’ the youkai called one day during class in his mind. ‘Why does she always wander around during break time?’

Jiji lifted one eyebrow at his question. ‘She? Who’s she?’

‘The pink girl.’

Pink… ‘You mean Aira?’

‘Yes, the girl who looks like she has money.’

He couldn’t help a snort, earning him a weird look from his classmates. Thank goodness the teacher didn’t hear him! He glanced to his left; Momo looked unfazed, too. She probably knew it’s because he’s having an internal conversation with the youkai. ‘She does look like a rich lady.’

‘Yeah? But she kicked me when I said that. I thought it’s a good thing to have money.’

‘Well, you said that after you ordered her to buy you some juice. Of course she got mad at you.’ Jiji twirled his pencil, half-heartedly looking at the math formula written on the blackboard. ‘And it’s not a good compliment. Girls like to be complimented on their looks. Anyways, about Aira…’

Evil Eye waited patiently, as unthinkable as it was, for him to give an answer. Jiji put his chin on his hand, lower lip jutting out as he tried to remember what Momo had said to him before. It’s something he had asked her before, because Momo often searched all over the school for Aira during break time. ‘Momo said it’s her fault.’

‘What happened?’

‘I don’t know exactly. I don’t think Momo is lying, but I feel it’s not totally her fault. Like both sides did something wrong.’ He tapped his cheek with his forefinger. ‘I never see Aira in a good mood, so I never get a chance to ask her… Oh, actually, she’s in a good mood when she’s with Little Chiki.‘ Jiji couldn’t help but smile remembering how happy Aira always looked when she’s playing with the baby alien. It’s an interesting contrast compared to her usual mannerism. ‘She seems to really love kids.’

‘Why not ask her then?’

‘No way I interrupt her when she’s with him! That would be rude,’ he huffed internally. ‘And Aira doesn’t exactly… like me. I think? So it’s hard to ask.’ Tapping his pencil on his opened notes silently, Jiji said, ‘I didn’t know you care so much for Aira.’

‘She looks lonely,’ Evil Eye said. ‘I hate it.’

The youkai’s words struck a chord inside of Jiji. The Aira he knew was haughty and bossy, and she’s so invincible in his head. He thought her being alone was her choice —he never even considered that maybe it’s not, that maybe she was feeling lonely. Then again, she always had a high level of discipline in everything, including in presenting herself. How could he never thought of it before? Ironic how a youkai could be more susceptible to her emotions than him, a fellow human being.

He felt ashamed at himself now. Aira may not like him, but she’s still his friend. If he could, he wanted to help her. But then he needed to ask her, and that’s…

‘If you want to ask, just ask,’ Evil Eye said. His tone laced in confusion, silently asking, ‘Why are you hesitating?’

Jiji sighed at the youkai in his mind. ‘As I said, Aira doesn’t really like me.’ He slouched on his desk, chin digging deeper into his hand. ‘And besides…’ Glancing to his left, he caught a glimpse of his childhood friend, who was being equally unfocused —not because she had a supernatural talking in her head, but most likely because she’s thinking of their glasses-wearing friend next door. He forced himself to look away. ‘… I don’t like being rejected. Aira would 100 percent refuse to tell me.’

‘You’re weird,’ was Evil Eye’s immediate response. It hurt him much more than he expected. ‘I want to know. Switch places with me during break time.’

Chuckling, Jiji shrugged his shoulders in surrender. ‘Sure, I’ll buy some cold juice later,’ he said. What’s the harm? He doubted Aira would tell Evil Eye, but if by any chance she told him, then he would know, too. He’d think what he could do to help her after that. ‘Hopefully she’d tell you. Then maybe she’d look less sour all the time. She looks better smiling.’

‘Okay, I’ll tell her that.’

‘Wait, no, don’t!’

. . .

“Enjoji.”

Aira didn’t usually call him out when in school. In fact, she rarely called out on anyone from the gang. Usually it’s the other way around, like how Evil Eye had done the other day, when he (kind of forcefully) reconciled Aira’s friendship with her friends.

“Yeah?” Jiji stepped away from the vending machine, opening the hot coffee he had just bought. “What’s up?”

She looked at him with her mouth slightly jutted out and her eyebrows furrowed, like she had a grudge at him. It’s an adorable look on her, though.

Seconds passed without any words from her, just a staring contest between them, putting Jiji at a loss. By reflex, he stuck out his mouth and rolled his eyes toward his nose —his usual silly face —to break the silence.

Her veins popped out on her forehead, and she proceeded to kick the back of his leg.

“Ow! What gives, Aira?!”

“I’m trying to be serious!” she exclaimed, hands balled into fists.

“It’s getting awkward, okay? Why did you look at me like that? Did I do something wrong?”

Aira looked like she wanted to lash out more, but she took a deep breath instead, trying to calm herself down. “I want… to say thank you.”

“Huh?”

She exhaled a breath and straightened up her posture, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you,” she repeated, “for helping me make up with my friends.”

Jiji stared at her in surprise. He didn’t expect a thank you from her, but then he remembered this was how Aira had always been —looking forward never backward, speaking blatant truths when needed even though they could hurt, and owning up to her mistakes and learning from them. His perception of her was right —Shiratori Aira was a strong, admirable person.

But he’s not the one who deserved the gratitude.

Jiji had witnessed everything —how Evil Eye had persistently followed her, asked her friends about what had happened in the past, and made sure they reconciled with each other. The youkai took steps to help her, whereas his desire to help her was mere lip service, even though she was his friend. He never felt more shameful than ever in his life.

“You should say it to Evil Eye,” he said with a smile.

He’s the one who noticed your loneliness first.

I didn’t notice anything. Didn’t do anything. Didn’t even attempt anything to make you feel less lonely.

… I’m just a coward who claimed to be your friend.

Aira rolled her eyes. “It’s hard to talk to him. Just pass my message to him. Not that he’ll get it, anyway.” She cleared her throat and started to turn around. “Well, that’s all. I have to go now. See you.”

“Oh —“ Jiji unconsciously made a noise, catching her attention and prompting her to stop. Damn. He did have more things to say to her, but he didn’t intend to stop her from leaving. He’s still thinking whether he really needed to say it or not.

Unfortunately for him. the pink-haired girl in front him didn’t really have patience in her. Crossing her arms in front of him, Aira cocked her hips to the side. “Out with it, Enjoji. What is it?”

“Uh…” He scratched his head. “I suppose I want to say sorry.”

“Huh??” She made her no-nonsense face. “Whatever are you apologizing for?”

“For… letting you be alone? Not noticing you being lonely?”

She frowned at his words. “Moron. You never leave me alone, if anything. You, Momo, Takakura-kun…” Sighing, she casted her gaze downwards. “It’s my choice to be alone. And what do you mean by ‘not noticing’? I wasn’t feeling lonely in the first place. You don’t need to apologize.”

“O-oh, okay,” he said dumbly. Liar, he thought, but it’s useless to argue about that. She would keep on denying, and he would keep feeling otherwise.

Aira had already turned around to leave him when he remembered he has another thing he wanted to say. He quickly shouted, “Hey, Aira!”

Then he realized it’s his second time stopping her from leaving, so he understood the annoyance plastered on her face when she once again faced him, but her expression still made him flinch. Yikes, this girl really didn’t like him, did she?

“Can I…” he said, unsure, “… be your friend?”

The tension on her face noticeably lessened upon hearing his question, like she was caught off-guard by it. Well, it was kind of a weird question —but it’s important, at least to him, so he remembered to be a better friend to her.

But what if she said no?

That’s when he realized he was asking a question, not making a statement. What if after everything they had been through, she just considered him an acquaintance? Or a comrade —a fellow defender of the Earth, maybe, but not a friend? Oh, man. He knew she didn’t like him, but he personally likes Aira as a person It was his honest desire to be her friend. Ah, he should have said ‘I want to be your friend’ instead —!

Her soft snort took his mind out of its tangled thoughts. “Weirdo,” she said, her mouth lifted up and her eyes softened. “We’re friends already, dumbass.”

Jiji blinked. His mind turned clear instantly at her answer. A good chunk of weight was removed from his heart, and it was being replaced by a conviction to care for her better, for his friends better.

Oh, it felt so much lighter now.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I suppose we already are.”

[jurassicpark1990]

realised i never posted any of my 2024 summaries for tv shows, movies and fanfic. i don't feel like making three separate posts so will condense it all in one post and then make a separate post about my 2025 goals <3

first up: tv shows

i watched 1156 episodes in total from 50 different series (less episodes and series than last year). of the 1156, i had already seen 922 of them which is a bit embarrassing tbh

the most watched in a month was 186 (in january) and the least was 48 (in december). i did try and track days but wasn't consistent

including rewatches, my most watched show was schitt's creek. excluding rewatches, my most watched show was the great british bake off lmao

my most watched episode was - for the second year in a row - currahee (episode one of band of brothers)

my top three genres were comedy, drama and scifi

in total i watched 41,424 minutes of tv this year! the four shortest episodes i watched were all 20 minutes long (an episode of the bear, one modern family episode and then two yu-gi-oh ones). the longest episodes were both two part pilots (DS9 and monk) but outside of that it was currahee

most episodes of tv i watched were released in 2016 (85). the average and median years of release were 2007 and 2008 respectively. the oldest episode was an episode of next gen from 1987 and i watched 24 episodes that were released in 2024

i did try rating each episode but i was a bit loosey goosey with it all and gave the vast majority five stars. i gave one episode of next gen (man of the people) a one star review because it was horrifically offensive lmao

next: movies

for the first time since i've tracked movie watching, i cracked 100 movies this year! specifically i watched 102. however.... only 12 of these were new to me :/ to put that in perspective there were 12 movies that i watched more than once this year

i watched three movies three times this year: the fellowship of the ring, the phantom menace and jurassic park

my biggest movie watching months were december (18 movies), june (17) and january (16). on the opposite end there were three months where i only watched three movies: may, august and july

the day i am least likely to watch a movie is wednesday! this is interesting because i had two classes on wednesday all year. so i wonder if it was a uni thing or a general middle of the week thing

my most watched genres were scifi, comedy and family/childrens

in total i watched 12,407 minutes of movies this year! the average length was 121 minutes but the shortest was 68 minutes (duck soup) and the longest was the extended version of the return of the king

the oldest movie i watched was duck soup (1933) and i watched three 2024 releases: despicable me 4 (with my nephew, i hated it), the merry gentlemen (with my friends, i hated it) and wallace & gromit: a vengeance most fowl (with my partner, loved it!). the average and median year of release were 2001 and 2002 respectively

my rating system is a bit more rigid with movies but i still gave approximately half five stars, which tracks with the amount of movies i rewatched tbh

finally: fanfic

i read 490 fics! based on the three years i've tracked this, it's a little bit less than average. i read 19 fics more than once (including one fic which i read five times.......) and about half of the fics were rereads (this is interesting to me and i defs wouldn't consider this standard for me)

i read from 33 fandoms this year, my top three were hockey (165), game of thrones (73) and inception (44). which is an absolutely hilarious combo in 2024

my top pairing was jaime/brienne (absolutely no surprise there). arthur/eames (inception) were third overall and the rest of my rop five were hockey (which i won't be sharing)

in total, i read about 4.5 million words - this is 1 million more than last year and 1 million less than the year before that, which is pretty neat imo. my longest fic was 73.133 words and then there were three under 100 words but they were all actually fan art. the average length was a little over 9k which is probably a little under my sweet spot tbh

the oldest fic was from 2004 and most fics were either published in 2023 or 2012. the second makes sense because of all the game of thrones and inception but not sure what was up with the 2023

my biggest reading month was october (91) and my smallest was september (21). this tracks with my uni schedule because all of my major assignments were due in september and then i was free lmao

now, a bit about the actual fics themselves: about half were about characters in developing relationships (makes sense) and a quarter were established relationship (something that i love to read tbh)

for rpf, only 5% of fics were future fics. this surprises me because i love and adore future fics but it might just be because there's not that many out there

for canon, there was a pretty even split between canon compliant and canon divergent fics (both around 35% in total) and then 23% were post canon

the most common trope that i read was apparently fluff. this does not sound right at all because i lowkey hate fluff

other popular tropes wereL polyamory, internalised bi/homophobia, amnesia and infidelity

i don't usually read AUs but the big ones were rule 63, trans characters, modern setting, soulmates and vampires. also lots of different time fuckery fics - time loops, time travel, multiverse fics and age regression - and i loved all of them

most of the pwp i read were either threesomes or first time which is a fun combo imo the other really big one i noticed was cunnilingus - shout out to all the game of thrones girlies who think jaime lannister eats mad pussy

there were 12 fics i didn't give kudos too - some were really old rpf and i got embarrassed about it and then the rest were my own fics that i reread

this was, by far, my worst year for commenting on fics. i'm beyond embarrassed about this. i think it was probably because i was rereading a lot of older fics but that's no excuse

this was my first year at attempting to rate fics. it was a bit of an odd exercise because i think it's odd to rate fanfic. however, it was fun for looking at my feelings towards tropes (remember how i read a bunch of fluff? well i didn't give a single fluff fic higher than 3 stars). i am going to keep doing this

now hey if you made it to the end, you're my fav <3

[muselexum]

( waking up one morning after 18 months of hiatus and finally getting the spark™ to freshen up ur rp blog )

[morninkim]

In 1997, Metropolis got its own superhero, the first costumed crime fighter in decades, a flying man who would call himself Superman.

Later that same year, the Batman of Gotham first appeared, his methods much more brutal than the Man of Steel’s chipper and friendly demeanour.

A year later, in 1998, Diana of Themiscyra, the Wonder Woman, returned to Man’s World after nearly a century away, having aided the allies in the first World War.

Though the three were from very different worlds, their activities and efforts to make the planet better would usher in what many would call the Silver Age of Heroes!

[starkravinghazelnoots]

guess who started writing pt. 4 of complicated!!!

[dawnthefluffyduck]

One minute til' midnight (more design-accurate sketches below)

Yeah y'all know the drill by now, this fine specimen from this wonderful story by @patchwork-crow-writes

[deus-ex-mona]

series i’m gatekeeping from my family vs series i’m ✨ok✨ with my family knowing i’m into:

[fleeblesim]

The Borealis family will be making a comeback before the week ends 💥🔥‼️

[gachaparadise]

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞

[autobahnmp3]

lately i have been reminded that i do probably have one or two developmental disorders that are keeping me from living a normal life and i am working a job that i can handle rn but i could absolutely not work in an office on long term projects bc i van barely remember an order from 1min ago that is on the tablet behind me

[bobby-rising]

More completed projects for January!!!! Yippee!!!!!!!

[mercuryislove]

the fun but also frustrating thing about reading three entire years of my writing back to back to back is that I see a lot of stuff that makes me go HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT so so so so often