#please write more brotherly stories about them

[leavememorieshere]

Ngl I wanted to see a spin off of Bunk’d but with Xander and Griffin.

And them doing everything brothers do.

With ofc the ups and downs that come along with it and who knows, we could’ve learned more of Griffin’s biological family.

[thebroccolination]

[FANWORK EVENT FOR THAI QL FANDOM] COMMENT CARNIVAL

DATES: February 20th-March 31st

EVENT DETAILS: Writers of all kinds thrive off feedback, and it's especially so for fic writers, since one of the main reasons we write fic in the first place is to share stories with our community. Without hearing back from the people in those communities, fic writers can get discouraged from writing and sometimes even stop entirely. On the other hand, some of the brightest, happiest moments a writer can experience come from readers. It's incomparable to know that a story you wrote made someone smile, cry, or laugh out loud, and sometimes the only way you'll know it is if a reader tells you.

With this in mind, I decided to organize a festival for the Thai QL fandom community to show our fic writers a ton of appreciation in a carnival of comments. :D

Welcome to the Comment Carnival!

NOTE: Even though this event is exclusively for the Thai QL fandom, if you'd like to use the same concept or adapt it for your own fandom, please take the idea! I'd be absolutely thrilled to see this spread and for more writers to get love for the creative work they've contributed to their spaces.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE: There are two ways to participate in the Comment Carnival. The first is simply to complete as many of the commenting tasks below as you like. That's it! You'll be boosting writers' spirits with your feedback, and you may make someone's whole day with a kind word or thought about the stories they're creating.

The second way to participate involves a chance at a prize! (Hence the carnival theme.)

Below, you'll find a list of twenty Commenting Tasks to Complete. Once you complete at least ten of those commenting tasks, you can enter into a lottery to receive your very own drabble (traditionally a 100-word morsel of fic) written by one of the carnival's participating writers! If you do all twenty, your name will go into the lottery twice!

The event begins today, and on March 31st, I'll put the qualifying participants into the Picker Wheel and choose ten winners. Those winners may then select a series from the list below along with a pairing and trope (ex: "The Heart Killers, Fadel & Bison, brotherly affection") and our participating writers will post drabbles dedicated to the winners.

COMMENT QUALIFICATIONS: For your comment to qualify for the lottery, it must include the following:

At least three sentences about the fic or how the fic made you feel. ex: "I loved the way you portrayed [character name]! I can so easily imagine them saying all of that in canon. I'm definitely going to read the rest of your fic now!"

Copy & paste one line from the fic that you enjoyed. ex: "[quoted line] I'M SCREAMING!!!"

What led you to the fic (previous familiarity with the author, a rec from someone, randomly found it on a tag, etc.) ex: "My friend sent me this and told me to read it, and I'm so happy they did!"

Essentially, the purpose of the event is to give writers some specific positive feedback. In normal circumstances, it's totally fine to leave a simple, "I loved this!" or, "Thank you for writing this!" but for this event, we're gonna go above and beyond for our beloved writers.

WHERE TO COMMENT: You can comment on any fanfiction site (Wattpad, FFN, etc.) as long as you can provide links to your comments. I've just structured the event around AO3 since that's where I'm based and have the most familiarity.

And now the fun bit!

THE COMMENTING TASKS TO COMPLETE: Comment on a…

• work-in-progress (any kind) • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 3 months • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 6 months • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 9 months • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 1 year or more • one-shot with a word count under 5k • one-shot with a word count between 5-10k • one-shot with a word count between 10k-20k • one-shot with a word count between 20k-30k • one-shot with a word count over 30k+ • completed multi-chapter fic • fic with fewer than 10 comments • fic with fewer than 5 comments • fic with no comments • fic from before 2020 • fic from 2020 • fic from 2021 • fic from 2022 • fic from 2023 • fic from 2024 • fic from 2025

To qualify for the lottery, you must provide proof of your comments in the linked form below. Provide a list of at least ten links to your posted comments, and you'll be enrolled in a lottery to win a drabble based on the series of your choice from the list below provided by our participating writers.

SUBMISSIONS: Please submit your links through the form here:

As for where to get links: on AO3, when you post your comment, you'll see a button at the bottom that says "Thread." Clicking on that will create a page that starts from your comment. You can use that link for your form.

[This is my extremely subtle way to hype @faillen's Peaceful Property fic pinkies linked, palms pressed. It's so, so, so, so good.]

COMMENTING ETIQUETTE: When commenting on fic, please abide by these three points:

Offering unsolicited criticism is widely considered to be rude, so please don't critique a fic in your comments.

If it's a work-in-progress, please don't pressure the author for more updates. That's generally not received well by writers. (If you'd like to be encouraging, err on the side of the suggestions below.)

Keep the overall tone positive!

If any comments break etiquette, they'll be disqualified.

COMMENTING SUGGESTIONS: Writers are people, and people react differently to feedback, but we do share general similarities in what we love to receive from readers. Liiike…

Copy and paste parts you particularly enjoyed: The reason I made this a requirement is because I know it's commonly adored among writers. I've had readers apologize to me for copying and pasting half the fic in my comment section. I promise and guarantee you, if you ever did this, I love you. Platonically and all-consumingly. When we're writing, we're mostly on our own in our heads, in our rooms, maybe showing a friend or two snippets as we write. But when we put fic out there, we have no idea what people are going to respond to. Sometimes your favorite line is ours, too! Or sometimes the line you loved most is a line the writer almost erased! Or a line they're second-guessing. Maybe they hate it! Having someone say, "I'll think about this line for weeks," is wonderful beyond words.

CAPSLOCK: Again, be kind, but some of my favorite comments over the years have been someone so emotional about something in the fic the whole comment is just capslock screaming.

Rambling: Listen, there is no greater feeling in the world than getting multiple comments on a fic because a reader wrote so much about the fic they went past the comment box's character limit. If a fic made you feel so much you want to ramble, then please go for it! A writer spent hours working on the thing you love! Odds are good they'll be delighted!

Characterization: For many fic writers, we're trying to emulate the characterization of a character we didn't create, so when someone says, "The way you wrote this made it feel exactly like something [character name] would say/do. You really know this character!" a lot of us are especially giddy about it.

Kindness: Above all, we're just hoping for some kind thoughts. I know how daunting it can be to share your emotional responses with writers, so you can always just say, "This meant a lot to me," or, "This made me smile," and it will mean the world to a writer.

PRIZES: As mentioned, once you submit a form with at least ten qualifying comments, you'll be entered into a lottery to win one of ten drabbles from one of our participating writers! Right now, we have writers who will write for the following series:

23.5

Bad Buddy

Between Us

Dark Blue Kiss

The Eclipse

The Heart Killers

Jack & Joker

KinnPorsche

The Loyal Pin

Manner of Death

My School President

Not Me

Only Friends

Peaceful Property

Pit Babe

SOTUS

Tale of a Thousand Stars

ThamePo Heart that Skips a Beat

This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans

Until We Meet Again

Wandee Goodday

If you're a writer interested in volunteering to write a drabble for a series we haven't provided, please DM me. :)

Even if you don't intend on participating, please please please reblog this and get the word out that it's happening.

Thank you!

Special thanks to my writing server on Discord for their brainstorming, their advice, and their suggestions to put this event together. <3

[unnpopularpoop-blog]

An Updated and Necessary NaruSasu FicRec Masterlist for 2025.

Ongoing fics:

I rarely read incomplete fics, but these were just irresistible.

1.The Baby Screams by trashygivenchy Sasuke hasn’t seen his childhood best friend—and the only person he’s ever truly been in love with—since they were eighteen; fourteen whole years ago. He has a wife and a successful career; he moved on, accepting he’d never see Naruto again. Until he finds himself in Naruto’s restaurant, confronted by his own devastating passivity.

- Pure desire, sexual tension, and regrets. Modern Setting, AU. I feel like the author kept them in character, but they've been able to add more to NaruSasu.

2. Through the lens by moonshine_dust Naruto Uzumaki never expected a routine school visit to change anything in his life. He was just there to give a safety talk, crack some jokes, and go back to his boring shift. But then he met Menma, a quiet kid with a camera. And when his mysterious, sharp-eyed father walks in, Naruto finds himself tangled in something he never saw coming. Between school drop-offs, accidental run-ins, and stolen snapshots, Naruto starts seeing a different side of Sasuke Uchiha—the devoted father, the tired man, the one he can’t seem to get out of his head. Maybe keeping the streets safe wasn’t the only thing worth protecting.

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This one is just distilled sweetness. The idea of Sasuke as a parent may seem OOC, but the author clearly knows what they're doing. The writing and pacing are great, too. Also, Police Officer Naruto! 3.Beyond a Reasonable Doubt by slushyluvrr Naruto shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nothing really. Passed by, saw you licking your coffee lid like some kind of feral animal, figured I’d stop in. ”Sasuke’s grip on the pen tightened. “I wasn’t licking it.” “You totally were.” “I was preventing a spill.” Naruto raised an eyebrow. “With your tongue?”

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The description may not give you clues about the plot, but this is a Lawyer NaruSasu fic! They're old-time friends who split up and discovered each other once more when Sasuke goes back to town. The scenes are great, and there is something heartbreaking about them.

Please give all of these fics a read and a comment to encourage authors! I'm always amazed and grateful to be able to read this for free.

Complete fics:

1.After The World Fell Down by zephyras13 Naruto has been fighting a war for the life of his neighborhood for the past four years, with no end in sight. His world is violent, arbitrary, and ruthless, but it is simple. It makes sense. And then Uchiha Sasuke fucks everything up. SN EXCHANGE FIC. - This is my favorite SNS fic for many reasons. Fantastic worldbuilding, character descriptions, and fights! This is a true action-romance drama. Naruto is a tragic character, missing his old life before his city was invaded. The author managed to write a suffocating story with an added hopeful romance plotline. Please, please, read and give it love.

2. That Which Comes Easy by ShimaShips Naruto and Sasuke watch a movie about lost love. The resulting conversation brings up questions about the meaning of love and whether Naruto's feelings for Sasuke are really so brotherly after all. - A second favorite. Feeling realizations kind of fic, Non-AU, and canon divergent. It's sweet, nostalgic, and it respects it's characters.

3.Aftermath by CanineKitten Naruto is tired of seeing Sasuke leave again and again. This time he’s going with him. - A classic.

4.heart for brains by almostprimary A spray of champagne hitting the back of Naruto’s neck snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns towards the direction of fire, and standing behind the bottle is none other than Sasuke himself. “Distracted, Uzumaki?” he asks, a smirk growing wider on his face. Something hot flares up inside of Naruto, a unique brand of rage that only surfaces when Sasuke is around. He wants to wipe that smirk right off of Sasuke’s face. Naruto, shiny new Scuderia Ferrari driver and Sasuke Uchiha, Red Bull Racing driver and Naruto's sworn rival, compete for the Formula One World Driver's Championship. - This is another one of my constant re-reads. I love it when stories show and don't tell, and I think this is one of those authors who manages to convey their intentions through scenes.

5.homesick for a mountain's song by kintou

This one doesn't need a description because it's a LITERARY CLASSIC. But if there's a poor soul who hasn't read it, do yourself a favor.

6.No One is Coming by wedonotsow

In the bleak winter on the frontline there was only dark skies, the smell of gunpowder, unrelenting snowfalls, and the enemy. Thankfully, there was also Sasuke.

Military and Modern AU. Narusasu. TW for brief knife violence and dark themes. - It's PAINFUL to notice this fic being overlooked for so long. Where do I start? Although it is tragic and realistic in a painful way, this short story captures SNS's appeal and love amid a war. It mixes canon themes with its own version of Konoha.

7. Come Spring by Panlock

Four times Sasuke doesn't express his feelings and the one time he does. Every time he looks at Naruto it's like this. There are so many things he wants to say but he always bites his tongue. He never shows his hand. A few times he has put words on paper but these messages were always destroyed before anyone could know their secrets. Those words are clawing at his throat right now, demanding to be set free.

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Must experience this read with no spoilers or information. Sorry.

8.your love is sunlight by frogsterz

“Does it make you sad?” Sasuke murmured, voice barely louder than the din of the restaurant. “That there’s nothing left of our childhood. How many times can you rebuild the city you lost before it’s no longer the city you love?”

“Endlessly,” said Naruto at once.

(Unsuited to post-war peace, Uzumaki Naruto is waiting for something to happen in his life again. Enter Sasuke.)

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Annd this is another one of my favorites. I've read it three times since it was published, and I always discover more things to love about it. It is painful; the longing and melancholy can be read through the author's words. Ugh! I fucking love it.

9. everything rough by youngamerican

The first thing that Sasuke says to Naruto after four years is, “I knew they would send you.” The first thing Naruto says to Sasuke after four years is, “You’re an asshole.” - I like it when fics have action scenes, and this one will entertain and fix our broken hearts after that terrible fever dream of an ending.

10.When spring comes by blushyfreckles

“Say, Naruto…what sort of flowers would you give your girlfriend?”

Naruto blinked, his hands tucked lazily behind his head as he shuffled his legs. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Why are you asking him, he doesn’t even have a girlfriend —“ Kiba’s obnoxious response came right away, without letting Naruto reconsider the question coming from Shikamaru, who scratched at his neck, peeved, his overwhelmed attitude of someone who wasn’t used to gifting women, or gifting anyone for that matter.

Naruto huffed, and turned to Kiba, falling back easily into his provocative remarks and Choji’s nonchalant agreement, while shoving another thin piece of chip into his mouth. “I don’t have a girlfriend yet, but I know damn well enough what women would like unlike you —“

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This one is short, and so so so sweet. This is an author who clearly knows what they're doing, and I feel like they know Sasuke's character too well, and can capture his essence in a few words. READ EVERYTHING MADE BY THIS AUTHOR!

11. Beneath the Surface by Charlotteee12

The case was simple.

On paper, anyway. Maison Mizūmi, an ultra-exclusive, high-end ryokan nestled in the middle of nowhere, had racked up a string of missing guests over the last month. No leads, no bodies, just eerie vanishing acts. The only pattern? Every guest had checked in as part of a couple.

So here they were. Naruto and Sasuke. Undercover.

As a couple. - This one is a breath of fresh air and just fun fun fun to read. It is a detective AU series, but I haven't read the rest of the fics.

12.A quiet life with you by blushyfreckles

I won't paste the description! Go read EVERYTHING made by blushyfreckles. This human being can narrate a tragic backstory with a few scenes and gives us readers a ton to the imagination.

13. The night is brighter around you by blushyfreckles

I won't paste the description! They are my favorite author, and their writing is subtle, romantic, and deep. I think it's an intense fic encapsulated in a small package. It's a character study and shows, in my eyes, a great understanding of Naruto and Sasuke's relationship. Ugh!! Do yourself a favor and read it.

14. phototaxis by mockingbird_mb

Naruto's hand stays there, hidden by the underside of the table, scorching through the fabric. Neither of them react to it, at least outwardly. So when his fingers scrape gently along the inside of Sasuke’s thigh, it’s like nothing’s happened. Nothing is happening. Nothing ever happens.

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This one hurts in all the right ways. Human characters with guilt and self-sabotaging behaviors that feel real, relatable, and faithful to canon, with a twist.

15. Five Star Hotels. by trashygivenchy

But Sasuke stopped lying to himself a long time ago, when Naruto uppercut the shit out of him and softly insisted for the millionth time that they were friends with a claim on each other’s pain, despite the missing arms, especially with the missing arms.

The arrangement was nice because of Naruto. He came back to Konoha each time for Naruto and Naruto alone.

Then Naruto went and got a girlfriend.

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This one made me feel like I was a voyeur watching something unfold (and I shouldn't have, lol). This is yearning personified.

16. before you leave again by moonlithic

Naruto has been in love with Sasuke for years. Even though Sasuke was constantly gone, his feelings never went away.

He kept it to himself. Until this time.

- Just, excellent. Lovely writing. Healing. Skin-cleansing. Revitalizing. Amazing. Beautiful. Realistic.

17. Fate, Don't Fail Me Now by RosaLui (Restricted)

The twin suns rose. Scorched the sand below. Set.

Naruto Uzumaki wore his clothes thin, fixed his droids with callused hands, and brought himself to school. Failed out. Applied to the Academy. Failed out of that too. Worked. Sweated. Stared at the binary stars and dreamed that he was meant for more, for better, than dying here.

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I am a firm beliaver that we need more AU fics in this fandom. This is a StarWars inspired fic, and it was COOL af. Very sensual too.

18.Long, Long Shall I Rue Thee (a translation) by snowypreyer

"Death comes in phases."

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This is another one of my top SNS fics. I felt like I was reading an award-winning novella all throughout. The author was immensely creative and decided to narrate Narusasu's story via another character. It is subtle, smart, and heartbreaking, but overall, it is beautiful.

19.Pyretos by Atanih88 (Restricted) Sasuke came to stand closer. Naruto watched him, taking in the easy strides and the way Sasuke’s face remained devoid of expression as he took in Naruto’s wounds.

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Holy fuck. Tension. Slowburn.

20. where you go, i'm going by anntea

It's been years since Sasuke ran away from Konoha, years since he left the orphanage and his best friend behind. The last thing he wants to do is go back, but he does.

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Just. Stunning. Modern AU replica (or retelling?) of their stories in canon. Loss. Pain and Longing. 21. The Gaijin and the Rōnin by KoeblDvd

In feudal Japan, Sasuke Uchiha encounters a mysterious man who aids him in navigating the political turmoil of the impending Shogunate.

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Based on the 6th ending, where they're Samurai. 22. Nescit Cedere by cupricanka If you need someone to save your baby, Naruto is your guy. He, after all, doesn’t know how to give up.

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It is mostly horror, but the underlying romance complements the creepiness and impact of the fic. The characters are fantastic and well-written. Don't read if you're prone to nightmares. 23. homeward by mnee

Sasuke returns to Konoha.

Or, more accurately, to Naruto. - God. I feel like writing my opinion would mean spoiling this fic. This fic is INTENSE, brutal, hopeful, sweet, delicate, and artistic. This is one of the authors you can use to post deep quotes on Instagram, lol.

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Ok, folks, this is all. Again, I insist you give these authors much love by commenting and leaving kudos, since they've most likely put their most creative efforts and knowledge into these stories. Although some of my descriptions are short, I believe all the fics posted here are amazing and worth reading. Reblog to shareeee.

[lilvoidcreature13]

I just have to rant for a bit. Please note that I'm using relationship in it's most broadest of terms, this isn't about romance.

The "Three Brothers" story is so fucking stupid. Voldy, Snape, and Harry have vaguely simular upbringings, with them all being neglected and having to struggle until they get to Hogwarts (minis Sev), but the whole brothers parallel just doesn't work all that well for these three because if we were to example their relationships with each other, it would not be a brotherly one.

Voldy & Snape

Snape was a neglected child who got groomed into becoming a death eater by his peers in Hogwarts, Voldy could have easily become a mentor figure, maybe even a father figure since his was so crappy, to Severus, giving them a paternal connection.

Snape & Harry

We all know their relationship is toxic, Snape almost only sees James when he's interacting with Harry, and Harry always assumes that Snape is evil and is trying to kill him. They both think poorly of each other up until Snapes death. Then Harry gets Snape's memories, and gains an understanding that Snape has always been on his side, dispite their animosity he wanted Harry to live.

Their relationship reminds me of the the stereotypical mom and child relationship during a divorce where the child thinks the mom is evil, bitter, and jealous of the father (James) and hates the mom for any perceived slights. And the mom is at her wits end and her hatred for the dad is spilling over into her relationship with the child. They fight constantly and then the child gains some perspective on their mom and realize that their dad wasnt perfect and that the mothers behavior isnt as malicious as they first thought. I know, I'm getting really specific, but it fits so well!! My point is Snape can be read as a parental figure for Harry, but I specifically interpret him as a maternal figure because he has a strong connection to Lily, and because Snape has a lot of connections to femininity (((stronge connections to woman [Eileen & Lily], wore his mom's clothes, wanted to be like his mom [Slytherin]. I'm not the only one who sees Snape's more feminine side; there's a reason why there are so many fanfics where Severus is either a girl, a trans boy, gender fluid, or is just a man who can get pregnant.)))

Now to my main point, none of these relationships are brotherly in any way shape or form. There's no shared experiences outside of neglected (all different versions of neglect I might add) but there is a generational connection where the actions of Voldy effected the environment of Snapes childhood (the DE recruiters in Slytherin) and Snapes actions effected Harry's childhood as well (Giving Voldy the prophecy, and then being a double agent.)

My main point is, Voldy, Snape, and Harry represent an intergenerational family then they do an immediate family (siblings). I recognize that the Mother, Maiden, Crone archetypes weren't as prevalent in the mainstream during the time JKR was writing the books, but those archetypes have been around for ages and ages and you'd think a woman who claimed to be an advocate for feminism would have tried to allude to those powerful feminine figures in her books instead of making some random story about death and three brothers. I honestly might have given her some credit if she had made the brothers a Patron, Father, and Son as a gender bent version of the Mother Maiden Crone.

Also incase it wasn't obvious:

Crone - Voldy

Mother - Snape

Maiden - Harry

[silenzahra]

Hello little sis. Thank you for the ask for the author and fanfic ask game. I’d like to ask you these questions in return: 2, 9, 12, 14 and 31.

Please don’t rush and take your time, okay? 🫂😊

Based on this fanfic ask game ✨

Hello big sis, it was my pleasure! 🥰 And thank *you* for sending me an ask too! It'll be a pleasure to answer it 💖

2. Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

Aww this question is so hard to answer... I love all my fics so so much since they all represent something different for me and are linked to the distinct moments when I wrote them. But I'm gonna go with an easy one and say: Anything for him. Why? Because it was the very first fic that I wrote right after watching The Super Mario Bros Movie back in April 2023, when I was SO obsessed with the brotherly love between Mario and Luigi that I simply couldn't stop thinking about it. The movie made me want to go back to replaying some of my favorite Mario games, including Luigi's Mansion on my Wii, and... that's how this story was born!

It's special too because it became my very first posted fic, as well as, to date, the longest one with three chapters and a total of 15590 words. And it's among my most popular fics which means the world to me, as it means that it's made TONS of people happy ever since it was posted 🥰

And, in all honesty, after all the work it entailed, after how much I struggled to write the third and final chapter... I'm quite proud of the final outcome. And, again, I owe that to you, big sis 🥰💖

9. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Oh wow... This story is long 😅 It was a total of three factors that got me started back when I was 13... and Super Mario was already involved! 😄 Please make sure to grab a drink or something because this is gonna be LONG 🤭😅

Okay so, back then, I was starting to become both a writer and a bookworm and used to read on a daily basis. There's this Spanish writer called Laura Gallego who always writes young-adult fantasy novels, sometimes also children books, and 12-13 is the perfect age to start reading her books (she has more than 30, she's one of the most popular young-adult writers in my country, if not THE most). The first book that I read by her was The Valley of the Wolves (one of the few that was translated into English) and I fell in LOVE. There's a great plot twist towards the end of the story, and it somehow ignited something in me that made me wanna go and write a little something that was inspired by it. Yeah, back then I had no idea, but I was already writing my very first fanfiction! 😄

The second thing that was a huge influence was the TV show Lost. Now that I think about it, perhaps I shouldn't have watched it when I was 13 😬 But I just found out about it quite randomly and got so hooked that I became obsessed. This show is about a crash plane that occurs on a VERY mysterious island, and the people that got stranded there weren't rescued, and MANY weird things started happening... So there you have me: writing my very own crash plane story with my own set of characters, and I also played with the flashback thing ALL the time 😅 Maybe it wasn't exactly fanfiction per se, but I did take A LOT of inspiration from this show even if it were with my own characters, so... I think it still counts.

And last but not least, I was also 13 when I discovered Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga! 😄 Gosh, big sis, can you believe that I still remember the moment when I got into the videogames section of the mall and was immediately drawn by that cover in which we saw not only Mario, but also Luigi, and the many characters around them that I had no idea (yet) who they were? 🥹 Ah, the good old memories of teen me playing this game for the very first time and immediately falling in LOVE with the silly animations, the combat system, the story that was just SO original and different for a Mario game, the music, the places, the characters... Gosh, now I really need to go and replay this game for the millionth time 🤭😍

The thing is... Superstar Saga altered my brain chemistry. FOREVER. It was thanks to it that I fell in LOVE with Mario and Luigi's bond (as well as each of them as characters), so much so that I needed to write about it. And I did! I remember grabbing a notebook and narrating the scenes from the game, and adding little things here and there to delve into the characters' feelings, focusing (obviously) on the brothers' bond. It wasn't the great thing, I didn't have any original ideas yet, but it was the seed of who I am today as a fanfic writer 🥰

I'm sorry this was so long 😅 I just couldn't leave any of these things out as all of it influenced me in one way or another, and it's thanks to them that I'm here today! 💖

12. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Well, according to my previous response, that has to be the Laura Gallego fandom 🤭 I know this is linked only to my country, but really, this author is HUGE here in Spain. Especially back when I was a teen, she even had a forum where her fans would gather, discuss about her many novels (as I said, she's written more than 30), and they even shared their own stories, and sometimes the writer herself would leave a comment here and there to help her readers grow and evolve as writers! 🥹 Aw, I'm seriously getting so nostalgic with these questions 💖

14. What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

Hmm 🤔 Honestly, all of this makes me so happy! It means that people genuinely enjoy my stories and want to somehow support them, and that alone means a lot 🥹 Still, if I have to choose, I'd say it's a tie between new fic comments and Tumblr asks. The first, because they give me LIFE and they allow me to see what each reader enjoyed the most about my stories, and I even get to interact a bit with them and share a little bit of my writing process and such. I simply can't get enough of it all! 🥹

As for Tumblr asks, they are always MORE than welcome as I really appreciate that people take the time to get to my blog and surprise me by sending something to my inbox! Everything counts to make me quite happy: asks that have to do with games like this, a random thought or idea that has to do with a character or something like that, a simple sentence to maybe start a conversation, some questions to get to know me better... Or, of course, something that has to do with my stories or my writing in general. Like when @bberetd sent me this ask about my girl Violet. I still get so thrilled whenever I think of it! 🥰

All in all, I know that everything is important and I appreciate and welcome all of it 💖

31. What fic meant the most to you to write?

Aww another hard one... Okay, even though I could say all of them for various reasons, I'm gonna choose Keeping you warm. This fic and I go waaaay back, as I originally had the idea to write it when I first played Mario & Luigi: Dream Team, which, if I recall correctly, happened around 2015-2016. This game, just like Superstar Saga, also inspired me A LOT when I first played it... only that this time I did get some original ideas 😄

Unfortunately, when I got the little seed for what would end up becoming my beloved Dream Team fic, my hype was winding down a bit and I never found it in me to actually work on this story... For which, I have to say, I'm quite glad, as it means that, when I finally wrote this fic last year, I had learned and evolved A LOT as a writer and did so much better than I would have almost a decade earlier.

Everything happens for a reason! 😄

Big sis, I'm so glad and grateful that you sent me these questions! I really had so much fun responding to them, especially because of the many memories I've gotten with them 🥹 I really hope my long response wasn't too boring hehe, and hopefully you got to know me a bit better as a writer 🥰

Thank you sooo much! 💖

[swimming-karyss]

What are your views and/or analysis on Sabo and Luffy's brotherly bond. After seeing your analysis on Sabo's loneliness, connection, and affection, it makes me wonder how Sabo views Luffy after he regained his memory. Also, I wonder how Sabo is reacting to Luffy's knew look in his wanted poster let alone what happened in Egghead.

Hello! Thanks for the ask!!

well, I hadn't yet focused on their relationship well enough to write an analysis but I do have plenty of thoughts c:

Frankly, their relationship is fascinating, as it is between all the asl brothers! Especially because both of them really have spent more time with Ace than each other. They've really known each other for around a year. So both Luffy and Sabo's attitude towards their bond speaks a lot about their character!

Luffy is unwavering as always, that year was like a whole lifetime for him - but even if it wasn't, it still wouldn't have mattered to him. Because as we've seen with Bon-chan, for Luffy the bonds with people he cherishes are not based on the time spent with the person! Despite Porchemy's words, Luffy still had faith in Sabo, even when Ace started to waver. And 12 years later, that hadn't changed! The first thing he did after recognizing Sabo is jump into his arms, and he didn't doubt Sabo for even a second when the news about king Kobra's assassination came.

Sabo's the one who always doubts. He never intended to share his secret as a child, and he didn't expect Luffy to accept him as an adult. Sabo loves Luffy more than himself, but he still doesn't let him close - not showing his feelings during the reunion, and refusing to talk to Luffy before leaving. (this is also a reflection of his issues, as he's once again unable to be vulnerable). Sabo makes a goal to himself - to be able to protect Luffy, because he failed to be there to save Ace, even if he has to go against his duties. And now his duty is put into direct conflict with Luffy's dream - to reach the one piece, so now he has to choose between his loyalty to Dragon&revolution and his love for his brother.

Also, we've seen that reuniting with Sabo actually helped Luffy cope with Ace's death better! He doesn't burst into tears or blame himself when talking about Ace in Wano, unlike Dressrosa. (And then meeting Yamato&Tama also let him heal) Though we've yet to see Sabo's coping with loss, but he certainly is doing worse than Luffy: he wasn't even able to talk about Ace to Fujitora! (getting vulnerable and honest about his emotions would've actually killed him🥺do you really want such fate for him🥺it's waaaay better to suppress everything anyway���)

So, I think we're going to see their relationship develop more in the future (hopefully)! (good thing he's going to go to see him soon to relay king Kobra's message, right? right? Oda please when)

And as to post-Egghead: they're now in very similar positions! Both are accused of murder they didn't commit. But we hadn't seen the revs' reaction to the news yet. In Sabo's case, Luffy had unwavering faith in him, while Dragon had his doubts. In Luffy's case, we don't know anything about Sabo&Dragon's reaction. I doubt either of them would believe the newspaper, given their line of work, but Vegapunk was a dear friend of Dragon's, so I'm still really curious...

And now that we've done with the more serious stuff, allow me to lean into my delusions a little (the part below is not necessary to read↓)

Sabo used to be a lot like a fairytale princess, a damsel in distress. I mean, he was raised with the main goal to be married to a person of a higher status! And his story was also similar to the fairytale plots: he was kept in the tower(their mansion), was 'stolen' by a dragon (in two ways!) and he even has golden locks to match.

To begin with, he traded his life for his brothers' and was taken back to the Goa kingdom by his father. In a way he was removed from the world of the living (the jungle) into the world of the dead (cold&monotonous Goa Kingdom) (with the Gray Terminal serving as a sort of border, as things that end up there also are in a state between life and death: the junk is thrown away by the nobles, but still has use for the people living there, who are also considered (by the nobles) less than human) In fairytales the abduction of someone, and the consequential saving by the hero, is a very common plot.

"Death comes when the person's soul is stolen by someone. Healing and reviving the dead is seen similarly: their soul needs to be stolen back and put into place."

And here comes the problem: Luffy, while being the protagonist, is not a hero. And without a hero, a princess also cannot be saved. So Sabo attempts to run away himself, to defy his fate, to break his deal with his father and his promise (to set sail at 17) to his brothers. And he fails. And he dies again. This time it's another cliche plot - a princess is stolen by a dragon. Sabo was 'killed', his identity erased by a celestial dragon, and physically taken away by Monkey D. Dragon. (it is rather funny to me)

And after the 12 years he still remains dead. We don't see his face, nor do we hear his name. And at this point into the story comes a Hero - Lucy, the hero of Dressrosa, and an identity, that Luffy once again rejects. But it is the one that Sabo adopts to fight in the Coliseum! And he fights for the fire. Fire is life, it's cleansing, it's rebirth. (And most importantly, it's the remnants of his brother's soul) And only after he obtains the flames and literally brings the light of the sun to the underworld (y'know the factory under them) we finally see his face and he gives us his name. And now he's alive for the world too: as his identity as the chief of staff has been brought to light, and even the RA becomes more proactive.

Luffy isn't a hero, and he couldn't bring Sabo back to life, so Sabo did it himself for Luffy's sake.

[a-mysterious-ghost]

Ok, so here's the breakdown of "The Prince of Egypt" (1998) as requested by @meowingatthesea. A few disclaimers before we start- this is all based off of my Bais Yaakov education, and I do not claim to be an expert in any way, shape, or form. That being said, I do have an open Sefaria next to me, and everything I say is based on texts. Long post ahead--

Okay, before we even get into the movie itself, it's important to note that even the making of this movie is incredibly controversial. Making images of the people spoken about in Torah (and other Jewish historical writings, such as the prophets) is considered forbidden by many. I'm not saying that this is right or wrong, just something to think about, and also a reason why a lot of ultra-orthodox Jews will reject the movie out of hand.

That being said- let's get on to the movie itself.

We start out strong, with a disclaimer about artistic and historical license, but don't worry! They've stayed true to the themes of the story. (Spoiler, they haven't).

Next we see Yocheved going to hide baby Moses in a basket in a river (true!), with Miriam and Aaron coming with. At this point, Moses should be around three months old (he looks more like eight-nine months in the movie), meaning Aaron should be three (he looks to be about five or six) and Miriam should be six (she seems to be eight or nine). This is relatively minor, so I'd let it slip if the ages had been correct for the rest of the movie. However, someone decided that they couldn't have an old hero, that would be preposterous! So Moses remains in his twenties, (mayyyybe thirties if we're being generous), for the rest of the movie, despite being eighty in Torah. Same story with Aaron and Miriam (I guess that makes sense, seeing that they couldn't mess up one and not the others, but oh well).

Then the whole part with the river. Someone come stop me from punching a wall. There is no indication that Yocheved shoves a basket into a river to nearly be eaten and capsized half a dozen times. That, in fact, would ruin her whole point of attempting to save her son. While the basket is floating down the Nile, Miriam watches her brother which is correct! She stayed back to watch him and make sure he'd stay safe. Ten points to the movie for including that. Then negative one million for skipping the next part, which is Miriam going to talk to Pharoah's daughter (yes, daughter! it says it multiple times in the Torah, not sure how they made the leap from there to "wife" but ya know) and bringing Yocheved to her as a wet nurse for the baby. Moses actually spends the first few years of his life with his family! Being raised by his mom! Before eventually returning to the palace once he is weaned. But no, we don't see any of that, that would ruin the rest of the plot of the movie, which is complete bogus.

Next we have Moses growing up as a brother to Ramses. I have yet to find any source for this, but who knows, maybe they did. Regardless, this whole brotherly dynamic is completely fictional, as far as I can see, and has no basis in history. Meaning- the entire plot for the rest of the movie, them being best buddy pals, is just...weird. Why are you focusing on that?

Then we get to one of my favourite unnecessary parts they stuck in for the ~drama~ -- Tzipporah. Why. Why is she here. She doesn't come in to the story for a while, sir. Please get rid of this bit. Thank you muchly. Then, as Moses chases after her (??? why is he doing that?? Wasn't he just trying to free her?) he meets his siblings! Now, as previously mentioned, he would have lived in their house as a baby, which, granted he might not remember. So we'll say that it makes sense that he doesn't recognize them. Also, they are older. However, he should not have met them in the first place, unless he ran to a completely different city, seeing as his family were from the tribe of Levi. Levites lived in the city of Goshen, a city of just Jews, or Hebrews, I suppose, as Jews didn't technically exist yet. Additionally, the Levites were not conscripted as slaves! They tended to the religious needs of the people, and were not forced to work. Which makes this entire conversation between Moses and Aaron frankly bizarre. But ever onward! We aren't even half an hour in a this point.

Now Moses has an awakening! He was one of the Hebrews! His dad (grandad) finds him and gives a pretty good text based reasoning for the murdering of the baby boys, but doesn't go into fun medrashim, so only some points. Although, respect for using proper phrasing from the Torah.

Okay, so far we're about half an hour in, and we are at 2:12 in Shemot. We're about a third of the way through my list of complaints. Moses kills an Egyptian, seemingly by accident. He was just trying to pull him off the Hebrew! Now, in the movie, this happens in front of a whole bunch of people. Moses feels that he has to run away immediately. Right now. He's guilty of murder and deserves no less! Now, listen to me. This? This was deliberate. Moses saw an Egyptian beating a slave to death and went, nope. Not on my watch. And killed the other man first. It actually says in the text that he looked around to check if anyone else was around before doing this. Then he killed him and buried him in the sand. The next day Pharaoh finds out and wants to kill him. No one tries to convince him to stay. He'd die.

After killing the Egyptian, Moses runs to Midyan (I don't know how to properly anglicize that). He does, in fact, rescue Jethro's daughters from some shepherds who are antagonizing them, so good job, movie! You got that one (mostly) right! (There are seven daughters, not four, but we'll forgive them). This is where Moses should have met Tzipporah, but I suppose we needed more drama, didn't we.

Time for the burning bush! Now, aside from the whole controversy of putting G-d in your film, which is an even bigger controversy than drawing Moses, they actually did this part pretty decently. It includes many of the actual lines written in the Torah (though not necessarily in the right order, and missing a lot). It does lose points for not having Moses cover his face when he finds out that it's G-d, and also for not having G-d give Moses the three signs he should show the Hebrews when he gets back. They also don't mention Moses' speech impediment, which I suppose makes sense, but it kinda sucks. On that note, they also skip out the whole part about Aaron being his second in command, his interpreter, and how ecstatic he is that Moses will be the leader of the Hebrews and take them out of Egypt. Oh, also, this is the moment in the movie that we should see Moses as an eighty year old man. Just so we're all clear.

Moses heads out from the cave with his new purpose. He goes home (correct!) to get his wife (and kids, but they don't exist in the movie apparently). Now we get to a bunch of scenes that would have been amazing if they had included them, but no, lets focus on the 'brother' story, because that's wayyyy more interesting. Moses should get back to Egypt with his wife and brother, Aaron, who met him on the way. They should go to Bnei Yisrael (the Sons of Israel) and talk to them, telling them that the time has come for redemption. Do some wonders for them. Then head off to Pharaoh with the elders of Bnei Yisrael, who would melt away one by one. No, instead, Moses goes with his wife, who does absolutely nothing. Here, the movie rolls a few meetings between Moses and Pharaoh together, which is fine, considering that this is a movie and has limited time. I am mad that Aaron wasn't there, though, and that when Moses' stick turns into a snake, it eats the other snakes as a snake and not as a stick, which is what happens in the text.

Now we get to the part that I hate the most about this movie. AARON. How did they manage to mess him up this badly? Moses and Aaron's relationship in the Torah is one of my absolute favourites. This is what the movie should be about. Moses is scared that his older brother will be resentful and angry that he was chosen as the leader, and Aaron is just so ecstatic for him. He is his number one supporter. He helps him, he believes in him, he has a massive part in the redemption. But no, we're going to relegate Aaron to a bitter side character, because... no, actually I can't think of any reason. We'll build up the whole Ramses and Moses brotherly dynamic (which does not exist in the text), but we'll destroy the Aaron and Moses brotherly dynamic (which absolutely does). I am eating glass.

On a similar note- Aaron does the first three plagues. I know it's like, really dramatic to have Moses do it, but... just let other people have some spotlight. This is heresy (literally and figuratively). And while we're talking about the plagues, Pharaoh got three weeks of warning before each one (save three), and was told exactly what was going to happen if he didn't let Bnei Yisrael go. The plagues in the song aren't quite in order, and they don't seem to show the classic understanding of Arov (wild beasts), but other than that, the song seems to cover the destruction of Egypt during the plagues quite well. If anything, it probably underestimates the damage.

The song stops at darkness (incidentally, one of the three that Pharaoh had no warning about), when Moses comes to speak to Pharaoh. And just... they need to stop. This was not a happy, fun relationship. This is happening at best...forty years after Moses runs away? Possibly 68 years later (yes there are opinions that he was 12 when he killed the Egyptian). There are no warm brotherly feelings here. Stop it. Also, Pharaoh's son comes in with a working torch?? How???

Then we get to plague of the first borns. Their death specifically. Now, we'll ignore the weird vortex in the sky representing G-d, because I'm feeling generous. We'll even ignore how poor Bnei Yisrael still seem to be, given that the plagues have been going on for nearly a year now, and their lot in life would have improved greatly. What I will get mad about is the fact that Bnei Yisrael are cowering in fear, in the dark, in their empty little cottages. No. Just no. They were celebrating, having a feast with their family and friends. They had roast lamb, matzah and bitter herbs- the first Pesach Seder! This is such a misrepresentation of the atmosphere in their homes. Let this be a story about celebration, even before the redemption happens! Happiness and joy isn't reserved only for the good times. Also, points off for not showing idols crumbling and being destroyed as part of the plague.

You might be aware of the famous kids song, "Pharaoh in pyjamas in the middle of the night". If not, that's pretty much how it goes. Pharoah in pyjamas, he looks for Moses, the kids played games with him. Why? He was terrified of dying, seeing as he was a first born. This is a very very different feel from the movie, which has Moses come and... pay respects? To Pharaoh who is mourning his dead son. He should be begging Bnei Yisrael to leave right then and there, not to stay an extra second, which we graciously refuse, saying that we will not leave like thieves in the middle of the night, but we will leave in the morning. This would be an insane scene in a movie, and honestly, they're the ones missing out for not including it.

We're approaching the end of this movie (finally), Bnei Yisrael have left Egypt, and are confronted by the sea. A pillar of fire descends from the heavens to stop the Egyptians in their tracks (which should be a cloud, the fire was in front of them to light their way, but alright, I guess this is cinematic. Also, points for how cool the pillar of fire looks). Here, Moses dramatically sticks his staff into the sea and it parts. I would have loved if they had included Nachshon's part in this, which is wading directly into the sea with complete faith that G-d would save them somehow. But no, we need Moses to be the only character of any worth in this movie. Also, Moses is famously allergic to hitting water, he should have stretched his staff out over the water, not stuck it in.

Bnei Yisrael make it to the other side! Mazal Tov! And one of my favourite (correct) details in the movie- Miriam singing with her tambourine, and other women also playing instruments! Congratulations for getting that one right!

Then we fastforward through a few parshiyot to the end of the movie, the giving of the tablets- which are obviously completely wrong. We couldn't get too much right in this movie. These should be made of blue sapphire and rectangular, build like two massive bricks, really (6x6x3 tfachim). Instead we get two stone slabs that look like they'd shatter if you dropped them.

And that's the end of the movie! In short, I think that the makers promise that the movie "is true to the essence, values, and integrity" of the Pesach story is absolute bogus. It's a movie about two brothers who don't get along, and then another two brothers who don't get along.

And the songs are incredible, which is just not fair. They have no business going as hard as they do.

That's my assessment of the movie, if anyone has anything to add, please do! If anyone wants to fight me over this, come at me. I'll throw books at you. Happy Pesach, everyone!

[nilsavatar]

Your fic with Neteyam and The Sarentu was amazing I loved it! Would you be willing to write a fic about the Sarentu having a nightmare about being back in TAP? I just keep thinking about our characters reply to Anufi after saving her from being tortured by the RDA “Sky peoples air, one of Hardings favorite punishments” it’s horrifying that they would do that to literal children.

The Sky Breaker: Shadows of the Past

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!Sarentu (Ateyana)

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, ANGST. All characters are AGED-UP. No smut, only fluff in the end, but still this story is not about romance, even if Sarentu’s relationship with Neteyam is mentioned. So'lek cameo as a brotherly figure for Sarentu.

!DISCLAIMER! Presence of dark and sensitive explicit themes: torture through poison, child abuse, trauma. Please do not read if these topics are not for you.

Little note: Thanks a million, Anon, for your request. It resonated with me so much that I couldn't wait in writing it, surprising myself with the speed I completed it with. Like you, I too was deeply disturbed by that part of the DLC, and even more so by the protagonist's hint about the abuse Harding allegedly inflicted on the Sarentu children. I usually wait at least a couple of days before posting to check for errors with a cool head, but this time I'm so impatient that I can't resist. I hope I managed to satisfactorily touch on all the points you listed, and that the end result reflects your expectations. Thank you again for the challenge you have given me, allowing me to explore even more of the world of Avatar, even in its darkest and most disturbing parts.

@hao-ming-8 you told me to tag you in case I write about So'lek. Although this story is not about So'lek, there is a part about him that reflects the ghosts of his past. I thought you might appreciate it.

Word Count: 5k

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Yana crouched in the underbrush, her heart still hammering from the chaos of the last battle. The air was heavy with the acrid tang of scorched earth, a testament to the destruction wrought by the RDA. Beside her, Anufi set silently, the blue of her skin ashen, the fresh burns on her wrists standing stark against her flesh. Her silence haunted her almost as much as her own thoughts. Anufi’s rescue had been harrowing. Finding her facing the ground in a gas chamber where humans forced the Na'vi's lungs to choke on their poisonous atmosphere awakened an old, buried terror. Her hands trembled as she wiped sweat from her brow, memories unraveling in her mind before she could stop them.

She had been little more than a child when she, her sister and the others were taken into the RDA’s TAP. The Ambassador Program, they had called it, a name coated in the syrupy pretense of goodwill. To the humans, it was a symbol of diplomacy, and experiment in ‘peaceful coexistence’. Its true nature was something far darker—a carefully calculated project to mold Na’vi children into tools for the humans’ colonial ambitions. A gilded cage, where their culture, their independence, and even their spirit were systematically stripped away.

The Sky People smiled as they handed out data pads and notebooks, teaching the children about Earth’s history, science, and culture. But those smiles always hid something colder. They’d correct a mispronounced English word with thinly veiled frustration or scowl when a child struggled to manipulate human tools with their three-fingered hands. “It’s for your own good,” they’d say when a child wept, homesick for the forests of Pandora. “This is how you’ll help your people survive.”

Great responsibility for someone who was just a kid.

Aha’ri, however, saw through the lies. She had always been the bold one, the spark to Yana’s cautious flame. While the little sister obeyed quietly, biting back her discomfort, the older one would glare at the instructors with a defiance the set her apart. Her golden eyes, so full of fire, had  unnerved the RDA staff from the start. “That one’s trouble,” they’d mutter as she passed, but for a time, they tolerated her resistance. They wanted to shape her, too, to prove they could tame even the fiercest Na'vi.

Yana, on the other hand, was more thoughtful, more fearful and aware of the superiority the humans had over them because of their technological contraptions. They were on their own turf, here the soldiers and scientists were playing at home, driven by a cruelty and avarice against which a paltry little group of children could do nothing. Moved by this, the younger sister tried to temper the elder's temper, pleading with her to stay quiet. But Aha'ri wouldn’t listen.

“Tsmuke [sister], they’re stronger than us. They control everything. If you fight them—.” “Then I’ll fight harder,” Aha’ri interrupted, her voice sharp as an arrowhead. “They won’t break me.” But Ateyana knew better. The humans’ kindness was a thin mask over something monstrous, and that monstrosity revealed itself one fateful day.

It began in a cultural lesson — one of the RDA’s many patronizing attempts to bridge understanding between humans and Na’vi. Her sister had been tense from the very start, her tail flicking in irritation as the instructor droned on about the technological advancements of Earth, their tone dripping with condescension. “And that’s why humanity’s ingenuity has made us the dominant species,” they stated, holding up a glowing data pad as though it wet a sacred artifact.

Aha’ri patience snapped. With a swift motion, she grabbed the object from the instructor’s hands and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the metal wall with a deafening crash, its pieces scattering like shards of broken pride. “You don’t want to understand us!” Her voice cut through the stunned silence, sharp and fierce. Her tail lashed behind her, and her chest heaved with rage. “You want to own us! To take everything away from us. Our families, our land, our identity!” The other Na’vi children froze, their wide eyes darting between Aha’ri and the Sky People. Yana’s heart sank as she saw the instructor’s face harden, their polite veneer cracking to reveal cold fury.

Within minutes, the incident was reported to John Mercer himself. The administrator of TAP arrived with his characteristic composure, his every movement calculated and deliberate. Mercer had a presence that muffled rooms and chilled blood — a man whose power was as much in his intellect as in his authority. He looked down at the remains of the data pas, then up at the girl, who stood unrepentant, her chin raised in defiance.

“Colonel Harding,” he said, his tone calm but devoid of empathy. “You may deal with this as you see fit.” Ateyana’s blood turned ice. She knew what that meant. Colonel Angela Harding, the TAP’s enforcer, thrived on cruelty. A towering woman with a predatory gaze, she carried herself with the detached air of someone who viewed torment as a mere tool for oder. Her punishment were as inventive as they were brutal, each conceived not just to discipline but to humiliate and break the will of her captives, to withdraw insubordination and replace it with submission. For that monster, breaking the Na’vi wasn’t simply her duty: it was a twisted form of entertainment.

As she arrived in response to Mercer’s orders, the colonel strode into the room, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor, her expression one of faint amusement. Aha’ri maintain her bolshie attitude, but everybody could see the tension in her stiff tail and the subtle quiver in her shoulders. “Ah, the little firebrand,” Harding commented, her voice dripping with mockery. “You think you’re so special because you’ve got a bit of spark, don’t you?” The girl didn’t respond, her golden eyes narrowing in silent insolence, and she chuckled, shaking her head. “We’ll see how long that spark lasts.” When the woman reached for Aha’ri, Yana acted on instinct. She stepped forward, throwing herself between the colonel and her sister. Her entire frame trembled, but she forced her voice to be steady ash she spoke. “Aha’ri didn’t mean it!” She cried, meeting her icy gaze. “She’s just… she’s just angry. Please, forgive her just this time.” “Step aside, child,” Harding said coldly, her eyes razor-sharp like knives, but she refused to move. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and ears, but she planted her feet firmly on the ground. “Please,” she begged, turning to Mercer, who studied her from the doorway with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a specimen. “I’ll make her behave. I promise.” He stared at Sarentu for a long time, his head tilted as if considering her plea. “Discipline,” he said finally, his tone almost paternal, “is essential for progress. If you truly wish to help your sister, sweet child, you should teach her to obey.” Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees in front of him, clinging to his lab coat in supplication. “I’ll take her punishment. Just let her go.” “Do you think if she saw you suffering in her place, she would learn her lesson?” The aloofness with which he asked prevented her from answering. “You want to protect your sister, I understand that. But have you ever thought that she is putting you all in trouble with her antics? Ateyana, you are a good girl, but if you always cover for her you will end up doing her more harm than good. Aha'ri needs to learn how to be in the world.”

With a flick of his hand, Mercer signaled Harding to proceed. The colonel didn’t wait for further discussion, she grabbed Aha’ri by the arm and began dragging her away, ignoring the younger Na’vi’s thrashing and curses. Yana lunged after them, her hands reaching for her sister, but two Sec-Ops troopers blocked her path, their like iron as they held her back, ready to point the weapons hanging at their side if necessary. “Don’t do this!” She screamed, her voice breaking. “Please! You don’t have to do this!” Her cries went unanswered, Harding didn’t even glance back. She pulled Aha’ri around like a rag doll. The doors hissed shut behind them, with a mechanical finality that sent a chill through the little girl’s soul.

Aha’ri’s punishment was swift and merciless. Harding took her to one of the facility’s sealed chambers — a tool originally designed to test human oxygen systems in Pandora’s atmosphere but repurposed for a far darker use. She was shoved into a cylindrical space with reinforced glass walls, that allowed observers to watch.

Harding’s fingers hovered over the control panel, her lips curling into a devious sneer. “Let’s see how well she handles a little taste of home.” Yana pounded on the glass, her fists striking the cold surface with frantic desperation. “Stop! Please! She’ll listen! She’ll listen, I swear!” The soldier glanced at her, one eyebrow arched in fake pity. “Oh, she’ll listen. One way or another.” With that, she pressed the button. Inside the tube, Aha’ri face shifted from boldness to confusion as the first wave of Earth’s air flooded in. It was clear but carried a hidden poison — the mixture of gases that made up the Earth's atmosphere, was toxic to Na’vi physiology. And the speed with which it was being administered in the small space made its effects immediate.

Within moments, the girl staggered, her hands clutching her throat as her lungs rebelled. “Breathe, little warrior,” Harding murmured, her voice filled with wicked mirth. At first, the girl resisted, glaring through the glass as if daring Harding to do her worst. But courage and recklessness couldn’t stop the poison from taking hold. The little sister’s breath labored in sync with the oldest’s, as she watched her confident posture collapse to her knees, gasping for air that her body couldn’t accept. Her chest heaved as she clawed at her throat, her eyes wide with panic.

The sight of Aha’ri’s agony — the strength draining from her limbs, the fire in her irises flickering into fear — was more than Ateyana could bear. She turned back to Mercer, who stood silently in the corner, his arms crossed. “Stop her!” The girl sobbed, her voice raw. “Please, make her stop! You’re killing her!” The man regarded her with the same neutrality he had shown throughout the ordeal. “Killing her?” He echoed, as though the idea were preposterous. “No. Colonel Harding knows her limits. Your sister will survive, don’t worry. The question is whether she’ll learn.” Sarentu’s whines filled the lab as she could only watch her sister being tortured.

The minutes dragged on like hours. Aha’ri’s struggles grew weaker, her gasps becoming faint and uneven. Her frame trembled, on hand pressed against the glass, her golden eyes locking with her sister’s as though reaching for help that would never come. Yana could do nothing but press her palms in return, her tears smearing the surface. Then her hands closed into fists, pounded against the window until they bled. She screamed, begged, wailed, but no one came. Behind her, the other Na’vi children huddled in terrified quiet, their eyes averted.

Harding savored the scene with a vague smirk, her arms crossed as though she were enjoying a private show. At last, when Aha’ri passed out, limp to the floor, her chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths, she released the seal. “Enough,” her tone almost bored. The chamber’s doors hissed open, two guards stepped inside to drag the victim out, while the colonel looked down at the motionless girl with disdain “She’ll live,” said with casual, scorn indifference. “Maybe now she’ll learn her place.”

When they returned Aha’ri to the dormitory, Ateyana rushed to her sister’s side. Her skin was damp with sweat, her breath still short, but her beautiful eyes fluttered open as she cradled her. “It’s okay,” the younger whispered, stroking her hair. “You’re safe now. I got you.” But Ahari didn’t respond. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her expression devoid of the fire that had once defined her, replaced by a hollow emptiness that she could barely recognize. Ateyana’s heart ached as she realized the truth: the sister she knew was gone, her spirit crushed under the weight of what she had endured.

From that day, she was different. She stopped speaking out against the humans, her rebellious nature altered by a haunting silence. Yana, too, carried the scars of that day — not on her body, but in her soul. She had failed her sister, failed to protect the one person she loved most.

The memory of Aha'ri’s panting breaths, her despairing eyes, would never leave her. It would follow her into adulthood, a ghost that whispered of her guilt and the monstrous cruelty of the humans she had once begged for mercy. That was the day Ateyana learned a hard truth: mercy was not something to be asked for. It was something to be taken, or forced, or denied entirely. And if she wanted to protect her people, she could never again rely on the humanity of her enemies. She would have to fight with all her might, at the risk of being stained with sin in the eyes of the Great Mother. A promise she made to herself again on the day Aha'ri was killed.

She sat on the thick root of a great tree, her fingers absently tracing the worn fletching of an arrow. Around her, the forest pulsed with life. The gentle hum of glowing flora and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze seemed distant, muted by the storm in her mind. The memories of Aha’ri scratched at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to drag her into the darkness she had fought so hard to keep at bay.

Sarentu squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on the sounds of the nature, the cool texture of the moss beneath her fingers — anything to anchor herself in the present. But the harder she tried to push the memories away, the sharper they became. The hiss of the cell, the anguished cries of her sister, the emptiness in Mercer’s eyes. A shadow fell across her, and a warm weight settled on her shoulder. Startled, Yana blinked and looked up to find So’lek standing beside her. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, his touch firm bun unintrusive. 

So’lek was one of the few people she trusted completely. He had been a warrior long before the RDA’s return and had seen firsthand the destruction the humans could bring. His cheek and temple bore the scars of past battles, and his eyes — amber like a fading sunset — held the weight of someone who had endured loss and hardship.

He didn’t speak at first, his gaze steady as he looked down at her. There was no pity in his expression, only quiet understanding. A gaze that knew the pain of haunting memories. The gaze of someone who had carried his own ghosts through the years.

“You’re far away,” he stated softly, his voice low and even, like the rumble of distant thunder. She tried to muster a reply, but the words caught on her tongue, looking away, ashamed of the vulnerability she was showing.

The man crouched beside her, his hand still on her shoulder. He didn’t press her to talk, didn’t demand an explanation. Instead, he sat in silence, his presence a muted reassurance that she wasn’t alone.

“I know that look,” So’lek said after a moment, his thoughtful. “The way your shoulders tighten, how your tail moves without you even realizing it.” He paused, his warm eyes meeting hers. “You’re fighting something inside, aren't you?” Yana felt her throat harshened. She wanted to deny it, to tell him she was fine, that she didn’t need his concern. Bet the words felt pointless even before she could externalize them. So’lek’s glance held her, stiff and unyielding, and she found herself nodding, almost imperceptibly.

“I think about it too,” he admitted, his tone dropping even lower. His eyes drifted to the forest canopy, his expression longing but far-off. “The things I saw. The things I couldn’t stop. Sometimes they come back when I least expect it. In the quiet moments, when the forest is still, I feel I may be at peace once again, at least a little, they creep in.” His hand gave her shoulder a small, reassuring squeeze. “But you don’t have to face it alone.”

Her lips parted, but she hesitated. So’lek’s words reached something deep inside her, a part of her that had been hidden for so long she’d almost forgotten it existed. For years, she had carried the weight of her guilt and pain in silence, afraid to burden others with the darkness she couldn’t escape. But in So’lek’s eyes, she saw no judgment, only the quiet camaraderie of someone who understood.

“What do you do?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “When the memories come?” So’lek tilted his head, considering her question. “I remind myself why I fight,” he said after a pause. “Not to forget, or to erase the past. But to make sure it doesn’t happen again. For the ones I lost. For the ones still here.” Yana stared down at her hands, her fingers still gripping the arrow. His words resonated with her, stirring something in the depths of her chest. She thought of Aha’ri, of Anufi, of the clans who had entrusted her with their lives. Of Neteyam. They were her purpose now, the reason she had to keep fighting—even when the pain felt unbearable.

So’lek rose to his feet, his hand slipping from her shoulder. He turned to leave but paused, glancing back at her with a faint smile. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself, little one,” he said gently. “If the burden is too heavy, let someone else help you shoulder it.” She watched him walk away, his tall frame disappearing into the camp shadows. The weight of her memories hadn’t lifted, but for the first time in a long time, she felt the faintest flicker of hope. She wasn’t alone—not entirely.

The moment of clarity didn’t last long. As the night deepened and the forest grew quieter, the memories crept back in, stronger than ever, sharper and crueler than any blade. It seized her mind without warning, dragging her into the dark recesses of her subconscious where fear and guilt lurked, waiting.  

She was back in the TAP facility, a child again, small and powerless. The sterile white walls loomed around her, closing in like the jaws of a predator. The hum of machinery filled the air, a sound she had grown to dread in those years. Ahead of her, Mercer stood tall, his shadow stretching impossibly long, swallowing the room in its cold grip. His expression was impassive, the same look he had worn when he condemned Aha’ri to her punishment.   Behind him stood Colonel Harding, her fingers drumming against the control panel with rhythmic precision. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each sound reverberated through her chest like the beat of a war drum, growing louder and louder until it drowned out her own breathing. Harding’s lips twisted into a devious smile as her hand hovered over the controls.   Inside the chamber, Aha’ri yelled. It was the same scream she had heard that day, raw and primal, full of misery and pain. The sound teared at Yana’s ears, filling her with a helpless rage that burned like acid in her veins. She tried to move, to stop Harding, but her feet felt rooted to the ground, as if the very air around her had turned to stone.  

“Stop!” She exclaimed with a cry of distress. “Please! Stop!”  

Her hands moved on their own, pounding against the glass until her knuckles split, blood smearing the surface. But her cries were swallowed by the cold, unfeeling room, just as they had been all those years ago. Aha’ri’s golden eyes locked with hers through the glass, wide with terror. Ateyana’s heart shattered all over again as she saw her sister collapse to her knees, gasping for air, her body convulsing as the poisonous atmosphere ravaged her.  

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Ateyana was no longer outside the chamber. She was inside it. The walls pressed in around her, the sterile white replaced by suffocating gloom. The hiss of the oxygen systems grew louder, sharper, until it was the only sound she could hear. Her chest tightened as she drew in a ragged breath, only to feel flames sear her lungs. It was Earth’s air, toxic and alien, invading her body and asphyxiating her from within.   She grazed her throat, panic overtaking her as her vision blurred. Shapes flickered in the dimness—indistinct at first, then blinding. She saw Anufi, her body slumped against the wall, her eyes round and lifeless.   “No,” the girl breathed, reaching for her, but her limbs felt heavy, sluggish. “No, no, no!”  

Then another figure emerged, stepping forward from the shadows. Aha’ri.   Her sister’s complexion was pale and gaunt, her once-bright golden orbs now dim and vacant. She stared at young woman, her expression indecipherable, as though she were looking at a stranger. Behind her, a faint, ghostly image of the cylinder chamber from their childhood flickered to life, overlaying the blackness like a poignant projection.  

“You failed us,” Aha’ri whispered, her voice merging with Anufi’s in a disturbing, chilling harmony.   She shook her head, tears raining down her cheeks. “I tried!” she gasped, her voice plaintive, barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. “I tried to save you!”   “You failed us,” they repeated, their voices growing louder, the words echoing in her skull until they became a deafening chant. “You failed us! You failed us!”  

The constraining darkness strengthened its grip, the air growing heavier with each passing moment. Her vision swam, the shapes of Aha’ri and Anufi blurring into the shadows. Her own reflection appeared before her, distorted and corrupted, her visage pallid and streaked with tears.   In the reflection’s eyes, she saw all the guilt she had buried for years— the guilt of letting Aha’ri down, of begging Mercer for mercy instead of fighting back, of living when her sister’s spirit had been crushed. And now, the remorse of almost losing Anufi to the same hideous tactics, the same noxious fumes.  

The reflection spoke, its tone cold and unrelenting, distorted in sounds that weren’t hers, but resembled all too closely the voice she had grown most fond of, in the endless struggle that was her life. “You think you can protect them now? You can’t even protect yourself.”  The words hit her like a blow to the chest, forcing the last remnants of air from her lungs. She kneel over, the choking poison overwhelming her. Her hands reached out blindly, her fingernails grasping at nothing.   “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” she murmured, while her reflection took the figure of somebody else.

The darkness surrounding her grew denser, swallowing her cries and the shapes of her sister and Anufi. It was suffocating, cloying, pressing on her from all sides. She reached out, desperate for any tether to pull her back into the light, but her fingers grasped only the void. Then, she saw him.

“Neteyam?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

His form was unmistakable — his broad shoulders, the proud set of his jaw, the way his braids swayed gently as he walked. But something was off. His movements were sluggish, his steps unsteady. Yana's breath caught in her throat as he turned toward her, his face ashen and drawn, his bright lemon eyes dull and dead. “No,” she hushed, shaking her head as alarm dig into her chest. “No, not you. Not you too.”

Neteyam didn’t answer. His lips parted, but no words came out, only a soft, wheezing gasp. Her horror deepened as she saw the friction burns on his wrists, raw and angry, identical to the ones Anufi had borne. The result of the straps with which they had taken him there. Aimed at inflicting pain and subduing resistance, as a further form of the utter contempt RDA had for them.

The light fizz of oxygen filled the air, and she realized with sickening clarity that her mate was choking, his body wracked with spasms as he fight for breathe the toxic human atmosphere. She ran to him, her feet moving as though through water. “Neteyam!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I’m here! I’ll save you!”

But no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t reach him. The distance between them stretched endlessly, as though the murk itself were conspiring to keep them apart. He fell to his knees, his eyes locking with hers for a fleeting moment. There was no accusation in his gaze, only dread and sadness—a quiet, haunting sadness that made her chest feel like it was splitting open. “Don’t leave me!” she shrieked, tears streaming down her face unstoppably. “Please! Eywa, don’t take him from me!” As his body slumped forward, the shadow surged around him, consuming him entirely. Ateyana dropped to her knees, her cries echoing into the void.

She bolted upright with a strangled gasp, her form drenched in sweat. Her hands flew to her forehead, trembling as she struggled to shake the lingering terror of the dream. Her chest heaved as she gulped in Pandora’s sweet, life-giving air, her mind racing to separate illusion from reality. Her surroundings came into focus slowly — the soft glow of bioluminescent plants, the distant hum of nocturnal creatures. She was back in the forest, far from the sterile walls of the TAP facility.  

It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t alone. Beside her, lying peacefully on a bed of soft mats and pillows, was Neteyam. Her breath caught as she turned to look at him. The moonlight filtering through the hut bathed his profile in a silvery gleam, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He looked so tranquil, so alive. Yana’s shaking fingers reached out to touch his cheek, her fingertips brushing against his warm skin as though to reassure herself that he was truly there. The tension in her frame ebbed slightly, a wave of relief washing over her. He was safe. He hadn’t been taken from her, hadn’t suffered the horrors her mind had conjured.

“I almost lost you,” she mumbled, her voice whispery as the wind. The young man stirred slightly, his expression softening in his sleep as though he could sense her presence. Sarentu's heart clenched with a mix of endearment and dismay, her emotions swirling like a storm within her. The nightmare had felt so real, so visceral, that even now, the echoes of it clung to her. Her hands trembled as she touched her throat, half-convinced she would feel the burns of the human oxygen.

Her eyes darted to Neteyam once more. Her feelings for him were undeniable, a bond as deep as the roots of Pandora’s sacred trees. But that love came with a fear so profound it threatened to consume her. She had already lost so much— her family, her innocence, the peace of her childhood. The thought of losing Neteyam, of watching him suffer as Aha’ri had, was a pain she could scarcely bear. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to linger in the solace of him being there, her digits brushing against his hair. But the relief was short-lived.

Yana buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with silent sobs. She had tried so hard to bury the past, to lock away the pain and guilt in the darkest corners of her mind. But saving Anufi had torn open those wounds, forcing her to confront the truth she had spent years avoiding: she couldn’t run from her failures. 

As the faint light of dawn began to seep into the forest, she felt the weight of reality settle over her once more. The RDA’s war machines still loomed on the horizon, their engines a constant reminder of the battle yet to come. The nightmare was a cruel reflection of the stakes she faced every day — a reminder that every moment she spent with Neteyam could be their last.

Her gaze shifted to the bow resting nearby, its polished wood shining smoothly in the early morning. There was no room for hesitation, no space for weakness. If she wanted to protect Neteyam, Anufi, and her people, she couldn’t allow insecurities to paralyze her. Her fingers brushed against Neteyam’s cheek one last time before she stood, her movements quiet so as not to wake him. She would fight for him, for all of them. Whatever it took, she would ensure that the nightmare she had seen would never become reality.

She glanced to the floating mountains, and wiped her tears, her hands curling into fists, her resolve hardening like steel. The battle was coming, and she would meet it head-on, fueled by the love that gave her strength and the fear that reminded her what she had to lose. She couldn’t change whar happened to Aha’ri, but she could give her whole self for the future, for Pandora itself.

The past had left its scars, but it had also given her purpose. The Sky People would pay for what they had done. Yana would make sure of it. 

[hergan416]

Coming across another please comment post, specifically about people who say nice things about fics to their friends but won't tell the author, and how betrayed authors feel by private book rec servers and stuff.

And yes, that's not an adequate substitute for talking to the author and isn't motivating and I don't think we should be privatizing our community. But the idea it is a generational fault kind of is bugging me because I notice myself doing some of that too- reading something recc'd to me and only responding in depth in the server or in priv instead of on the fic, and I didn't used to do that five years ago. Granted sometimes that person is in the server or I'm talking in private with the author, and that's... something different? But regardless, it's still not completely generational, it's a changing norm and I want to examine my experience to figure out why that might be.

And for me, I think it comes down to safety and vulnerability. It's easy to see this from the perspective of an author. To post a work for the judgement of The Internet is to be vulnerable. Comments help sooth over that moment of vulnerability. They help make it worth it. Whether the work is low or high effort, doesn't matter.

But commenting is also a moment of vulnerability. It is becoming visible to the author, for a brief moment, and writing down your thoughts when your interpretation might not be "as intended." I've known friends who anxiously waited to see what an author would say about a comment- would it be well received? Would the author be happy?

I feel that too when I comment. I reread the thing and try my best to not impulsively edit it over and over again to be more clear with what I want to say. That this is meant as a compliment, please don't assume malice with my words.

I didn't used to feel like that.

Where did that anxiety about being misinterpreted come from? Why do I feel I have to say everything perfectly or not at all, unless I know you well enough to know you will tolerate a mistake?

Is it of my own making, having had a reader look at the events I wrote and coming to the exact opposite conclusion about the morality of the situation as I did? I was so confused about that, think it ended up being a cultural difference, but I'm not sure because I had the last word, and I still feel terrible about that interaction. I wish I knew how to properly express how fascinating it was to be challenged on my assumptions like that, even if my definition of what constitutes rape didn't shift at all.

Or did it start before then? Was it because of that one time that I got all the way to the end note of a story to find out that alwill shippers weren't supposed to interact because they didn't want readers to interpret an interaction between them as anything but brotherly? (I hadn't read it that way, the fic was tagged sherliam and they hadn't wrote it that way. I left a comment anyway at the time, but I don't think I would have done that if I came accross that fic today.)

In fact, the fact that a loud and vocal subgroup of people simply don't want you to exist because of your taste in ships makes it hard to engage with any people you don't know in fandom at all. What if I leave my comment then click on the author's socials and see that their bio says proship DNI? What happens if they click on my profile and get mad at me for existing around them, like AO3 is Twitter or something? It hasn't happened yet but what if it does?

I'm basically "out" about shipping dark and disturbing content and so this next one doesn't apply to me per se, but what if a group of antis trolls the comment section of my fics for people to harass over their tastes? That's a public admission trying you to me. That could be dangerous in the current internet environment.

And my friends ... know who I am and know I say stuff stupid and largely don't care. So it's easy to tell them "hey look at this, it's y ship and does h really well."

I have no idea if these experiences line up with anyone else's. I don't want to say this ought to excuse me from trying to also tell the author they did h really well. I just am trying to parse through some of my own fears and anxiety and seeing how that relates to the current state of things.

Because I also want more comments. I just also empathize with people who might not always leave them. I don't think it's a moral failing to choose not to comment on a fic you liked. And also I know many of my original core readers have left the fandom/gotten busy/etc. And I know that my writing is probably "tolerable and I finished it, but I am not excited about it enough to talk about what just happened" to a fair amount of people. (And the barrier to talking about it just keeps getting steeper and steeper for me, so maybe that's what's happening with you too.)

[billveusay]

I watched Gundam: The Witch from Mercury and...

Wow, it's a doozy. There's so much to talk about. Lots of qualities, lots of flaws but overall... I like it a lot. I've been very critical of stories with wonky pacing and writing, and while that's still the case here (and it still annoys me), it does compensate by having a lot of heart.

But bitching about pacing is starting to become the theme of these reviews, so might as well start here. After all, it seems to be the consensus that the second season was rushed. However, while it was probably due to studio meddling, I think they could have made it work. But sadly... this show has a chronic case of too much goddamn stuff. Too many characters, too many subplots, too many factions. Really needlessly so for the latter, it's like they knew Gundam was known for featuring complicated geopolitics and wanted to showcase their Gundam street-cred by having lots of it. But please, explain to me why Dominicus, the special forces of Cathedra, needs to exist when Cathedra is already a military organisation and the only times they feature in the plot is through Dominicus. The show is full of redundancies like this, and because of it I had to alt+tab out to the wiki at the end of every episode to read the summary of what I just watched. The prologue is especially bad in that regard.

As for the characters... well it's a bad sign when everyone is gathering in preparation for a final battle and I'm squinting my eyes at a third of them. Who were you people? Are you the guys from Grassley or the duel after-school club? Especially when everyone is wearing helmets. I jest you not, that's the reason why I only realized that Guel had killed his father after he got explodified. And too many characters lead to too many subplots, like the stupid brotherly fight in the middle of the final confrontation. Though I liked how it concluded with... some lady yelling at them to cut out the bullshit. And if they edited a lot of the disposable stuff, they'd probably have more time to develop the most important aspects.

Moving on to Sulemio. I like them, but I have to admit I found Suletta irritating at first. It's the "well now I'm not doing it èné" syndrome of writers trying so hard to make the cutest possible character, and the constant awkward stammering didn't help. But she did eventually grow on me somewhat. Her little "...eh?" after Guel made his declaration really got me. Plus I think they did a good job of having a miscommunication "breakup" at the end of the first season stemming from a character being stupid in-character, and not because she picked up the idiot ball for contrived reasons. Or because she overheard half of a conversation through a door and drew the wrong conclusions.

Actually, the miscommunication is resolved by a character overhearing a conversation, which I find very funny. As is the following sequence. There is also some good writing in how her heroic traits, like her devotion to her loved ones and determination are twisted by her mother. Nicely done on that front.

I like Miorine alright too. She has some nice scenes, like the aforementioned post-toilet chase, and I was invested in their relationship enough. I just don't have that much to say about her. Though I do have something to say about something she does at one point.

However, my favourite character is Elan-4. In one single episode they managed to make me go from "oh cool, an ice-prince type archetype, literally referred to as the ice-prince. And he is contrasted with a hot-headed, fiery guy. And he's an emotionless asshole but he seems to have feelings for Suletta, how original, fnar fnar" to "wow, that's the most tragic fucking character I've seen in all of Gundam". His death is the peak of the show for me. Which is sad, cause it happens at a quarter of the show.

I'm teasing, there are still plenty good episodes after this. Like the 15th one, which is similar to the Norris fight from 8th MS Team: It's an episode that is not only very good, it can almost be watched in isolation. Useful if someone you know is interested but hesitating to jump into the franchise or a specific piece of Gundam media.

Going back to Elan, I like how they kind of did the same thing with the two other duelists. Introducing them as random archetypical husbando material and then gave them depth as the show went on. I also like Belmeria, she reminds me of Marcoh from Fullmetal Alchemist. And the team of students from earth. Even if many characters were cut, I'd keep most of them, they managed to give them convincing personalities, relationships, funny moments contrasting with more serious stuff, making the most out of their limited screentime.

Now for the characters I don't like. The two terrorist girls from the Dawn of Fold could have been interesting but they sorely lacked nuance for me, especially considering what they represented. I couldn't take Sophie seriously because of her uwu kill-crazy schtick, so I didn't really feel the emotional impact of her death. Which didn't help me get invested in turn in Norea's vengeful arc, consisting of yelling in a locked room for far too long, getting angrier in a Gundam and then dying. And somehow, Elan-5 fell in love with her in that interval. Not a fan of Elan-5 either. I mean, it was fun seeing him suck ass at being seductive and not fooling Suletta for a second. But overall he's one of the characters that I think they could have done without.

And Suletta's mother is... hm. Actually I don't dislike her overall, she's interesting as antagonists go, and the way she manipulates Suletta is really creepy. But in the end, even though she's done really awful stuff, she gets away with an easy happy ending.

And look (tangent alert), I'm really not in favour of the idea that every character needs to be "punished" by the plot for every bad action they've done. Actually the opposite, more stories should acknowledge that even the biggest arseholes are human, often driven to arseholery by ignorance, external influence, systemic issues, etc... and can become better people given the right circumstance. And there are no arbitrary lines where they have sufficiently "atoned" to receive the official "redeemed" stamp, nor is there a line where they are officially "irredeemable".

But with Prospera... it don't think she even acknowledges that she caused the death of dozens of innocents civilians and probably thousands more to come in the following years because she re-ignited the conflict between earth and space. It's just... "yeah, I guess I was a bit obsessed by bringing back my ghost-daughter and being a dick to my clone-daughter, I shall be a better mommy from now on". Pretty weak, and I'd say the oppressed earth/capitalism message is what suffers most from the rushed ending. But at least with the dissolution of the Benerit group, there are tangible things being done.

But while we're at the ending... a Gundam pilot using their weird psychic powers to block a colony-destroying laser beam in the climax. Didn't think anything of it at the time. But since then I have watched Unicorn. It does seem to take a lot of things from Unicorn actually, even the theme sounds similar. But it's not like Unicorn was the most original piece of Gundam media to start with (I shall get to it).

What else... ah yes, Miorine's stunt in episode 7. Can any econ major tell me if it made any kind of goddamn sense?

"Gundams are illegal. And because Shin-sei and Peil both made gundams, they will be dissolved and the Benerit group will lose billions. So instead, I propose we relocate that money to create a new corporation that will make... gundams" "But gundams are still illegal" "Yes, but I will ask my father to not make them illegal" "...But it's not corporate regulations, it's the law now, he can't change it like tha- oh I guess he can. But if he makes gundams not illegal, then Shin-Sei and Peil won't go bankrupt and so there won't be a need for Gund-arm to be created..."

Please tell me I wasn't the only one bothered by it, cause I felt like I was going crazy.

And a small pet-peeve: Post-credit scenes. I didn't know they had them, and so I almost missed the splat before going into Season 2. And after that, I had to check the 12 previous episodes to see if there were any. And there were, important ones at that. Not cool guys. Is it to spite people who skip the endings?

As usual, let's conclude with the animation and the designs: top-notch on both sides! Fewer 3D shots than I was expecting, lots of gorgeous 2D. Also, while I like the very grounded mechanical designs of ye olde OVAs from the 90's, I also love them slick and sharp designs. And some Mobile Suits are straight up armored cores (like the Zowort) which is a big plus for me. If I have one complaint though, it's that funnels, or in this case Gund-bits, make for less interesting choreography. You don't get a Mobile Suit overcoming another with precise shots, or by being more agile, or with a clever strategy, you just get pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew. Except in the conclusion of the fight against Shaddiq, really cool moment.

And that concludes it! As I said, I have a lot of complaints, but it's probably still in my top 5.

Now for the biggest tonal shift you could imagine, next is Thunderbolt!

My gundam reviews :

> Hathaway's Spark > Mobile Suit Gundam > Gundam Zeta > 0083: Stardust Memory > 0080: War in the Pocket > 8th MS Team > The Witch from Mercury > Gundam Thunderbolt > The Origin > Turn A Gundam > F91 > Gundam Unicorn > Gundam 00 > MS IGLOO > Gundam Narrative > Iron-Blooded Orphans

[leavememorieshere]

No joke but like I’m writing a whole ass Griffin and Xander Fanfic. It’s about them being brothers and how Griffin feels living with the McCormicks.

Like my obsession with them is slowly coming back and hard 😭.

Not to mention it’s probably better than my first fanfic about them 💀.

I’m honestly surprised tho, I’m also trying to make this fanfic about them into 2 parts instead of just a long one shot but like, chances are I’ll probably mess the writing up if I make a 2 part fanfic because after I finish one part, I’ll forget about writing for the next part and by the time I remember,

My writing would have changed because the feeling that I felt while writing that first part is no longer there.

(Feeling is something important to me while I write something/fanfics, like I put myself in what I think the character I’m writing about feels, it works because it’s either happy or gut-wrenching, plus listening to music, it also helps if you listen to songs that put you into a happy, sad, or romantic mood etc, depending on what your character needs to feel, it helps writing your stories or at least for me).

[mythica0]

Dump of random epic stuff!

I’m making this because when I make individual posts of things like this they get like no notes. So! I put them together in hopes that it’ll get more attention!

First order of business, my new story board for wouldn’t you like, and some finished designs I haven’t posted yet! I’m aware the story boards are messy and might be hard to read, so just do your best!

On a relevant note, I still need some help figuring out how to draw a raft so I can do my storyboard for Dangerous! (And the rest of the vengeance saga, for that matter)

Next up, the fics in the works! I know I’ve said that I have a lot of drafts, but I’ve yet to say what they are! So here’s a list! (Title included if I’ve come up with one already)

-The Ruthless King: Ler!Ody, Telemachus, (edit: the suitors have some ler too, forgot to mention that) Lee!Suitors, Telemachus.- Odysseus alternate ending/more wholesome version!

- Switches Hermes and Aeolus- the two decide to have a tickle fight!

-Lee!Hermes, Ler Winions ft. Aeolus- during a hangout, the Winions decide some mischief is in order.

-Be Quiet!: Ler!Athena, Ares, Lee!Apollo- The war gods get irritated when Apollo plays his music to loud.

-Hey there, Handsome: Ler!Calypso, Lee!Ody- Calypso’s had enough of the silent treatment.

-Little Wolf: Ler!Antinous, Suitors, Lee!Telemachus- the suitors are bored, and mess with Telemachus.

-Nice try: Ler!Athena, Lee!Hermes- Hermes tries to Tickle Athena and she quickly turns the tables.

-Ler!Athena, Lee!Telemachus- Telemachus tries to start a tickle fight with his mentor and it ends up backfiring.

-Ler!Athena, Ares, Apollo, Artemis, Lee!Hermes- Hermes asks for tickles after pulling a prank, and his siblings don’t agree.

- Too Serious: Ler!Aphrodite(might add more or change it), Lee!Athena- Aphrodite thinks Athena is too serious for her own good.

-Brotherly Teasing: Switches Zeus and Poseidon- the two are teasing each-other and settle it with a tickle fight

-Wondering: Ler!Penelope, Lee!Telemachus- Telemachus is wondering about his dad.

-Future son: Ler!Ody, Lee!Penelope- Penelope is 7 months pregnant with Telemachus.

-Ler!Artemis, Lee!Apollo: Apollo messes with Artemis.

-Ler!Hermes, Lee!Ody, crew- Hermes tickles everyone but Odysseus.

-Good Ol’ Times: Ler!Young Ody, Young Polites, Lee!Young Eury- the three reminisce on the first time they found out Eurylochus was ticklish

-Boo, Darling!: Ler!Apollo, Lee!Hermes-Hermes mocks Apollo.

And that’s all of them! In no particular order. (Told you it was a lot. All in various levels of progress.)

Next up: Chapter two of No More Suffering has been posted! Thought I’d inform ya’ll since it got like a singular note. You can find it by going through my masterpost, going to the part two of said masterpost, and then to the master post of No More Suffering: where you’ll find any updates to the fic whenever they’re made!

Also, just so ya’ll know! All my Tword fics are a spin off/take place in the above au! So no one has died in any of my tword fics! (I don’t like writing sad OKAY?!)

Next: PLEASE REBLOG MY STUFF IF YOU LIKE IT! This isn’t just for epic, but my fics usually get a bunch of likes and like no reblogs, which means 1- less people see it, and 2- I get a little de-motivated. So please reblog!! :3

Lastly! now that I have my own personal IPad, I might make tword art! But I’m a little nervous abt it, so it might take a minute and some requests to get me going.

Thanks for reading!

[selenacosmic]

hiiiiii i have been so inlove with your headcanons lately so i wished to ask you for a request if you please

I saw a film or heard a story lately can't remember though- but it was about a child that child was about 6-9 years old but was a genius strategist for every war they made a strategy in was always won because of how smart they are and so they were used because of it- by their emperor/lord but they were attached to him thinking that the way they were treated (physically and mentally abused) was love so how would the iksen characters think of this traumatized but genius child

Hello, I am so happy to know you like my writing! This sounds really interesting, thank you for the request!

Warlords reaction to a genius but traumatized child.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Just because it’s a child doesn’t mean he cannot recognize talent, Nobunaga would bring the child under his care to war council and, maybe, even war.

Nobunaga would provide care and safety for the child, while he wasn’t the best at affection and healing since he also suffered a lot as a child, he would try his best for this child.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi would try objecting to the child attending war councils, not that he would ever go against his lord’s decision, but to hideyoshi this child is still too young to participate in these matters, even if they are a genius.

He would be exactly like a mother father to them, while also feeling deeply sad about all the abuse the kid suffered.

Masamune Date.

Masamune is like that cool uncle that tries to take the child out to have fun, forget all about the pain, focus on the fun. He feels sympathy for this little genius and decides to be by their side, the same way he would have wanted someone by his side when he was a child.

It’s not that he doesn’t recognize this child as a genius, but he thinks that they should enjoy their childhood more.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu worries about them, but he never really shows it in an obvious manner. He gives the child treatment over past scars and tips on how to defend themselves, under the premise of “don’t be useless” when really, what he means to say is “be more careful”.

Doesn’t matter if the kid is a genius, they can’t be reckless over their safety.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Mitsuhide likes testing how intelligent this child is, wanting to see how far their education goes. He decides to take part in the child’s education since he sees great potential in there.

Also, he likes teasing them since they children tend to be more naive, all in an brotherly affectionate way, not in a cruel way.

Mitsunari Ishida.

As a fellow strategist and genius himself, Mitsunari is like a safe port for the child, both understanding each other in many aspects. Differently from Mitsuhide, mitsunari would become a trusty elder who the child would seek guidance to and opinions. Perhaps because both would have a sense of kinship to each other.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru is softhearted, and also knows the pain this child has gone through, he would try to be like his master and try helping the child grown up healthily and happy, to leave behind all the pain from the past.

Keiji.

Keiji tries using his cheerful persona more often to keep this child happy and entertained, he would need to be more careful since this kid is very intelligent and would be able to figure it out eventually about his true personality. He feels sorry that this child’s talents were constantly exploited and would rather they don’t take part much in war councils.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin would first consider if this kid being a strategist genius meant they could fight him, but was immediately stopped since this is still a child nonetheless. While he can sympathize with this child’s traumatic past, he also believes they need to become stronger so that no one else was able to abuse them ever again, so he takes part in their training personally.

Shingen takeda.

Ah, another fellow strategist? Shingen would be very happy to take this child in as his own, deciding to raise them just like he has raised Yukimura. Giving the child classes of his own when it comes to war and strategy, while also giving them sweets and spoiling them rot.

Knowing how much this child suffered, he would rather they don’t participate in war councils until they become a teenager.

Yukimura Sanada.

Yukimura would take this child as a young sibling, being the best big brother there is. Sure, the kid might be a genius, but they should enjoy their childhood as much as possible. He often takes the kid out with him to town and on missions, teaching them things at first hand.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

Yoshimoto would rather teach this child the ways of art and beauty, rather than let them focus on war and battles. They had already enough of these brutalities in their childhood, they should focus on relaxing and enjoying their youth.

Sasuke.

Being from the future, Sasuke knows that childhood in this era was never easy, and seeing how this was a gifted child that was taken advantage of for their intelligence, he decides to help them by being their friend, showing them that it’s ok to let their guard down and be a normal child for once.

Kanetsugu.

Kanetsugu may be stern and a bit frightening, but he doesn’t think this child should immediately take place in a war council. He agrees, however, to molding this child into someone who can aid kenshin in the future, so he becomes a teacher to them as well. He tries to not be too strict as to not scare this child.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: blipblot! @blipblot has 20 fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and 19 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @blipblot:

Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket?

A Lick and a Promise

I'd Build a Home with You

"Their work is always so incredible and fun and they’re just so talented!! And they’ve got so many fics out, and each one is just wonderful — especially their most recent big bang fic, A Lick And A Promise. The worldbuilding is breathtaking, the characterisations are flawless, and it’s so full of love and passion, it’s just all around a perfect fic ❤️" -- anonymous

Below the cut, @blipblot answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I absolutely adore the chemistry that Steve and Eddie have together. Their stories build off of each other so well! The different aspects between being popular and unpopular, growing up rich and growing up poor, alongside the benefits and downfalls of both of those lifestyles and how they impact each other is something I love writing. They’re fantastic narrative foils for one another.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I have tons but I would say idiots to lovers and enemies to lovers are some of my favorites. I love watching Steve and Eddie figure their shit out while also falling in love, it gets me every time.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Is unconditional love a trope? I just love writing stories that focus on love, whether that’s brotherly love, romantic love, platonic love, it doesn’t really matter to me. I get the most enjoyment writing when I’m writing about how all these different types of love affect our lives for the better and for the worse!

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

There’s so many to choose from! Right now I’d say at the top of my list is gayjinkies phenomenal ‘I’m a lover, boy’, if you haven't read it please go check it out and send my love to them if you do!

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

This is such an excellent question, I’m not sure! I just finished my first Historical AU, I’ve written Fantasy and In Universe so I guess the next one I’d like to tackle would be a Modern AU. I think that sounds like an absolute hoot, I’m brainstorming ideas for one as we speak!

What is your writing process like?

It’s so chaotic, it’s ridiculous. I normally just write down everything that comes to mind in the moment and then slowly whittle it into something more legible bit by bit. It is very rarely in order and I very rarely know how it’s going to end but that’s part of the fun!

Do you have any writing quirks?

Quirks, I’m not sure! I feel like I’m known for how I write dialogue but anything more specific I’m not sure I’d be able to pick up on. Maybe pillow fights, I feel like those end up in my fics more often than not somehow.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

In a perfect world, I’d prefer to post when finished but I write pretty slowly so I hate not having anything posted for months at a time. That being said, my posting schedule is nearly nonexistent as well. I just post when I have enough free time to finish a chapter!

Which fic are you most proud of?

I would say Put the Lights Out and Cry. It’s the first one I’ve ever written and looking back on it now makes me really proud that I decided to take that leap of faith and post it. It’s not perfect and there are things I wish I could go back and change but at the end of the day writing it and seeing everyone’s responses to it were incredibly rewarding and I feel so lucky that I got to share my goofy diner au with everyone.

How did you get the idea for I'd Build a Home with You?

It was for the Omegaverse Valentines Day Exchange event so I was sent a few tag ideas from the lovely MysteriousMidnight and let those stew in my brain for a while. I really struggled at first to come up with something but eventually everything sort of clicked into place plotwise.

When writing I'd Build a Home with You, what was something you didn’t expect?

Oh god, for it to be so long! It was all supposed to stay in the school building but that didn’t work out with the plot I had in mind. But once I mulled it over for a bit I just kept writing until the ending felt natural. I’d say it worked out alright in the end!

What inspired A Lick and a Promise?

Watching old Westerns with my partner! It was right around the time that the first Big Bang was happening that I came up with the idea and I slowly added stuff to it in my mind until the next Big Bang came around and I thought, why not give it a shot?

What was your favorite part to write from A Lick and a Promise?

The dialogue between Steve and Eddie at any given point. I LOVED writing them bicker and tease each other while also learning more about one another. Writing dialogue is often my favorite part of writing in general but for this fic it all came so naturally that it was a joy to see how it all came out.

How do/did you feel writing Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket??

It was a lot of fun! Writing Steve still in high school isn’t something I do often so that was a fun challenge in itself, figuring out how to write him with where he was on his self discovery journey, not absolutely reformed but not totally at the beginning of that journey either.

What was the most difficult part of writing Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket??

I really wanted to find the balance between writing Steve being humbled without going too overboard with it so I sort of struggled with that. I wanted it to be realistic without humiliating the poor guy too badly. Good thing Eddie was there to help out in the end!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

The one that’s coming to mind now is one from A Lick and a Promise, “Death may be in front of him, but Steve Harrington is standing beside him. He can’t ask for much more than that.” I’m pretty proud of how that came out.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Right now my plan is to finish up Cosa Nostra, my Mob AU, and then *finally* finish the last two chapters of the sister fic to Put the Lights Out and Cry which is titled In the Alley if you want more of that universe in particular!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I wanted to thank the moderators that work on the Steddieunderdog blog for all the amazing work they do sharing work that deserves more attention! Y’all are the bees knees and I’m so thankful for the work you guys have done for the fandom <3 

Thank you to our author, @blipblot, and our anonymous nominator! See more of blipblot's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[megamagimugi]

You stayed up late for me last night, I stay up late for you tonight 😌❤️

My dear bro, I would just like to take some time to properly thank you for every single time you've drawn art for me 🥹 You've done it so many times already and you keep gracing me with your art, and I'm so moved and grateful!! Starting with the AMAZING fanart that you made for Anything for him, and not just one chapter but the THREE of them. Oh my God, I still remember how touched and surprised I was when I first saw these three wonderful drawings and how well they encapsulate the story 🥹🥹 Needless to say I immediately fell in love with your art, my beloved twin 💚❤️

Then you invaded my inbox for the first time, and you did so with an adorable drawing of my baby girl Violet riding Polterpup, which is still among my most favorite pieces from you 🥹🥹 It was your first time drawing my girl, with her little buns and her purple pjs, and I was just so melted… 💜 And you even said you dropped every WIP that you'd been working on just to draw her!!! I just felt so honored and privileged 😭🫂

For your second time coming to my inbox, you drew my boy Luigi bringing a chocolate cake for my birthday and I swear it was the best thing ever!! 😄 He was soooo cute, and the cake looked delicious 😋🎂 Literally two of my favorite things put together!! I still treasure this drawing dearly 💚

Not long afterwards you did something even greater… You turned Boma's idea about my girl Violet into a comic. My dear bro… I know it wasn't my idea, but the fact that you were inspired to make a comic featuring my OC had me over the freaking MOON. Seriously, it was so damn AWESOME. I still can't get over how adorable you drew Violet, with those big blue eyes of her and her little smile 🥹🥹 I still have to write something inspired by that comic someday 💜

But you still weren't done with my little girl!! First you sent to my inbox your doodle of Fire Violet as I told you this is her favorite power-up, and I know it's yours too 😁 You certainly brightened my day!! But then after asking me, you also colored her and I swear I'm just so in LOVE with the colors and the pose and everything!!! Fire Violet also needs to appear in a story at some point, and OF COURSE I shall be using your lovely drawing as inspo 🔥💜

Later on you graced yet another one of my fanfics with your astounding talent. Bro, I can't get tired of seeing the wonderful piece you made for Keeping you warm to celebrate its first anniversary. I just love how well you captured the essence of the story, the brotherly love, the Dreambeats, Mount Pajamaja, Dreambert and Starlow being so concerned… It's brilliant. Genius. PERFECT. As you know it remained as my phone wallpaper for a LONG time. It's that amazing 👌🏻👏🏻

One of the drawings that moved me the most DEFINITELY has to be the one you sent to my inbox a month ago. You just put so much love and care into your Cheerleader Bros… It's the sweetest thing ever that you drew them as a way of encouraging me with my studies, but then the fact that you put them in yellow and purple outfits because you remembered how I said that I LOVE how well those two colors go together, and with my name printed on their top parts… Mugi, I swear that I'm getting emotional just as I type this 🥹🥹🥹 Seriously, you're so sweet and caring, and I'm so lucky to have you 🫂❤️💚 Needless to say that your adorable Cheerleader Bros remain as my phone lockscreen and I have no intention of replacing them any time soon 🤭💜💛

But then a few days later you still drew something more for me: an adorable scene of Luigi and Daisy wearing two of my favorite (if not MY favorite) outfits from MKW 🥹🥹🥹 I know very well you're not into romance and shipping, so please let me make it VERY clear that I deeply appreciate and value that you did this just so that I could see them together in these outfits. I'm just so glad that I could write something for it, which, on the other hand, was inevitable 🤭 I certainly got my wish and more!! 🫂 And it actually remained as my phone wallpaper until yesterday, hehe 🤭💚🧡

And then we get to my beautiful and adorable profile pic!! 😄👏🏻 Oh gosh, I still get so giddy every time that I see it!! It was such an HONOR that you drew my beloved Bookworm Luigi with his roses and, of course, his doggo Polty to celebrate Book Day 🥹📚 He's so lost in his book and he's just sooooooo cute 📖🌹 I love it dearly!! 💚

Of course I can't forget about our little art exchange from a couple of weeks ago 😄 I'm just so happy and honored that you liked the little drawing and fic that I sent to your inbox, and I swear I squealed when I saw the adorable doodle you responded to me with!! I know I'm no artist but it was just SO AMAZING to have an art exchange with one of my favorite artists AND my beloved spiritual brother 🥹💚❤️

And last but not least… Just last night you made such a beautiful and touching drawing to go with my last story!! First of all: it was such an honor and a pleasure to write something inspired by your favorite band, and even more so to know that you loved and enjoyed it so much!! Finding your PRECIOUS drawing in your reblog was such an unexpected and touching surprise 🥹🥹🥹 I just can't get over the way Luigi holds his little girl in his arms, with his hand caressing her hair while he sings to her, and the loving look he's giving her simply MELTS my heart. He's such a loving father… And I see how he's doing some sort of forehead touch with his baby girl. So damn TENDER 🥹💚💜

As for Violet… Mugi, I am in LOVE with the way you draw my girl. She seriously looks so precious and cute every single time that you draw her, and her sweet nature is clearly visible in her expression. I just love seeing her so snuggled up in her dad's arms and how she slowly falls asleep as the song goes on. She looks so serene… and so peaceful, lulled by her dad's voice. You really make me wanna hold her myself 🥹💜

If I counted correctly, it's been a total of eleven times that you've drawn art for me/inspired by my ideas. Mugi, my bro… How can I even start to thank you??? Just, wow. I swear I'm beyond touched right now 🥲 You not only look after me as the AMAZING twin brother that you are, but also spoil me with your impressive talent. I'm just happy that I've been able to write for you many times, be it short stories that I share when I reblog your wonderful pieces or longer fics to go with your art.

But seriously… thank you. I'm very aware of the lucky gal that I am. As well as extremely blessed for having you in my life. I swear the fact that you ✨exist✨ is enough to warm my heart and put a smile on my face, but then you come and do all this for me and more and, just, wow. I never know how to properly thank you. I always feel you deserve more than I'm able to express.

Still, I hope this ask could put a smile on your face and was somehow proof enough of how grateful I am for every single time you've made art for me and, in general, for being your spiritual twin sister. Having you in my life is a pure delight. Thank you so much for everything, bro. I love you ❤️💚

Eheheheheh, oh my, I did not expect to find an ask like this in my inbox all of a sudden. Zahra, you're so incredibly sweet🥹🥰 *checks the time* Also, wow, you sure stayed up VERY late. I hope you could sleep in today.

What an awesome way to celebrate all of the art I've made for you so far. Such a nice compilation, and so many good memories related to each of these pieces. I love creating for other people and seeing that you love my art for you or inspired by your ideas makes me happy😄❤️ Here's to many more of such artworks in the future!

I must say though, that Luaisy drawing wasn't romantic just for you - I really did think that Daisy in that dress would be a great companion for Gondolier Luigi, and that it would be fitting to make it a gondola date. I may not be much into romance, but I'm not some big romance hater, either😆 And if it's a pairing already established in canon, then I am willing to draw it every once in a while😁 That being said, I'm glad I could surprise you with that doodley little piece as I know how much you love Luaisy. And that it even inspired you to write something for it🥰

And... did you just say you'd like to write something based on my comic adaptation of Boma's idea?👀 Ohhhh...

Speaking of which, as a thanks for all the times you've written something for me/inspired by my art and ideas, let me compile all of the stories so far:

Without him - what a way to start the list, huh?😄 The story inspired by my Luigi's Mansion alternate ending and the art He's-a Gone I created for it, as well as my beaten up Mario for the expression challenge. An amazing birthday gift and and amazing fic.

An electrical aura (Mario's POV) - another amazing birthday gift which was actually requested by me, and you sure delivered! More than I dared to ask for, in fact😁 Great stuff.

A peaceful break - a lovely short story you wrote inspired by my art At Peace. That one is very touching and meaningful to me as it was the moment you felt comfortable and inspired to write about the Mario Bros. again after all hell broke loose in March. Come to think of it, it was also the first fanart I decided to post since then, so you could say it was an important healing moment for us both☺️ Anyway, I love how you captured the serenity I was trying to portray (and will into existence).

A new song - the story you wrote based on the aforementioned Luaisy drawing🥰 It was pretty sweet with all the singing! Music makes everything better, right?😄

Bro - a cute and comforting story (plus a drawing!) you completely surprised me with by sending it as and ask, which was so, so sweet btw🥹 It's so touching that you wrote it to make me feel better. You really are the best, my twin💚

Follow Me - an absolutely precious father-daughter story starring Luigi and Violet. Inspired by one of the first Muse songs I introduced you to. It means a lot to me that you were inspired by my favorite band, as well as the fact that you decided to gift me this story on AO3, which I didn't expect at all🥰 As I told you before, it was so magical to see the lyrics in your writing!

I hope I'm not forgetting anything🤔 But as you can see, it's already quite a lot! 6 stories already🤯 In the span of what, two months? Wow. Thank you so much for all of them, sis!

And thank you for this touching and sweet ask, too. And everything else you've done for me. You are the best spiritual twin sister ever, and I love you!❤️💚

[wreckingtickles]

Hellloooo! I'm so glad I found your blog! If you have time, please consider writing drabble/shortfic/"develop scenario into a treatment, breaking down the various story beats" just like you did recently... where shoto todoroki is tickling natsuo? hehehe... I'm definitely okay with non consensual/intense tickles Thank you so much in advance & please no foot tickles hehe... I hope you have a wonderful day & I genuinely love your content! <3

Sure, here's a quick one.

It started as just another day of big bro Natsu putting the fear of god into Todoroki, which he calls "brotherly bonding". He voices his delight that Todoroki doesn't even try to fight back when Natsuo tickles him, he just tries to escape, fails, and takes it.

Todoroki is actually surprised that he's allowed to fight back. Natsuo jokes that it's actually his big brother prerogative to wreck him whenever he feels like it.

Little does he know that Todoroki is an extremely vindictive, methodical ler once he gets permission; the only ones who know are probably Deku, Kiri, and possibly Kami.

Todoroki gives it a couple of days. Maybe even weeks. He doesn't want Natsuo to suspect anything, and he doesn't want anyone in the house who can stop him.

The two of them play some dumb sport Natsuo loves. Then, when he plops down on a bench to have a drink, Todoroki makes his move.

He creates an ice column that encases Natsuo's legs and arms, so now he's not going anywhere. Then, he drags a chair behind Natsuo, who can't get his ass off the bench and can't see Todoroki.

Natsuo realizes what's going on and begins bargaining, but Todoroki has entered his "scary literal unflinching" mindset and there's just no way to stop him.

Todoroki starts at Natsuo's sides, since they're one of the most ticklish spots on Todoroki, and he's not playing around, his hands are already under Natsuo's shirt, squeezing and kneading his flanks.

Natsuo isn't fooling anyone, it's immediately obvious he's ticklish, but he's not laughing hard enough for Todoroki, so he begins scribbling at Natsuo's stomach, and his brother goes from giggling to laughing in 5 seconds flat (horny author's note: as flat as Natsuo's stomach).

Todoroki is just relentless: he isn't just turning the tables on his brother, he's taking revenge for every single time Natsuo has subjected him to big bro tickles all at the same time.

Mid-laughter, Natsuo complains that it's unfair that he can't fight back, so Todoroki... coats his fingers in ice, which doesn't hurt Natsuo due to his Quirk, but they glide even more easily so Natsuo's laughter rises an octave, especially when Todoroki dives in his bellybutton as well.

Natsuo apologizes, it tickles a lot and also it's kind of humiliating, which is Todoroki's cue to change spots and go after his ribs and pits next, which aren't any less sensitive.

Natsuo has never seen that side of his brother, on the one hand it's kind of sweet that he is learning to accept and give physical contact, on the other he is absolutely terrifying and ruthless!! Like he doesn't quite understand what the social norms around it are, so he has no qualms about tickling his brother to tears.

And when he finds that spot at either sid eof Natsuo's chest and digs in there, that is exactly what happens. Except tears won't stop Todoroki, his brother is strong, he can take so much more (eager lee Kirishima has definitely skewed his perception there).

When Todoroki finally frees Natsuo, his brother just crumples to the ground in a pool of sweat despite the ice. He's worked him over good.

A month or so later, Todoroki notices that Natsuo hasn't really tickled him since and confronts him about it. Natsuo is too embarrassed to say that he's afraid of Todoroki's payback, but Todo guesses as much and tells him he can still do it, and he apologizes if he went overboard. Natsuo tells him not to restrain him again, Todo promises, and Natsuo pounces, keen on reestablishing his role as the big brother!