#she could be the woman of my dreams me thinks

[xianjaneway]

I just wanted to write out my comfort fics, & tag the creators if I can.

Why?

Because if this is someone's dream, I can help that dream come true for some people.

See, I work at home, sometimes as a mom, sometimes as an eBay seller, & sometimes creating beautiful, functional things in my woodshop.

ALL of these jobs require boring, repetitive, processes, that involve long hours spent alone. Sometimes, I have moments when I fucking hate any of it.

You know what gets me through those boring, lonely, repetitive parts of life? What has already propelled me through the last 5 years of chronic illness, recovery, & building a new life?

Listening to fanfic read aloud to me in the Evie app.

I LOVE my comfort fics.

Let's go by fandom, bc while Marvel is my most recent one, the Good Omens, OFMD, Sherlock, Star Trek, & James Bond/00Q fandoms have all functioned as my literary grow-light in dark times.

I'll just start with Marvel today. Hopefully, I'll update each fandom (especially the crossovers, because THOSE are my favorite, when done well.)

However, today, I need my comfort fics, because while I've been making plans, getting passports, etc., I genuinely think it's time to get my queer family out of the US.

It's not getting any better. 💔 I have no reason to think it will. If the US citizens didn't stand up during COVID, to keep marginalized people safe, why would they do it now? 💔

Marvel:

-Into That Good Night, by Nonymous @naomisalman

I never could watch Interstellar. I'm sure it's an incredible movie in its own right, but I just couldn't sit through Christopher Nolan putting another wife or child through hell, while a flawed cis/het/white man went off to save the world.

This story not only made Interstellar accessible to me, it showed real recovery from hopelessness, real healing, and the utter pain & joy of perseverance through impossible odds.

-War, Children, by Nonymous

I'm married to a recovering hoarder, lol. He's amazing. The characterization of both PTSD & poverty here is spot-on. I love how these two healing characters give each other hope & strength to face another overwhelming day.

-Heliotrope, by Nasri

Dear God, I couldn't love this story more. My late grandmother-in-law actually survived the Dust Bowl, & nearly starved to death. She was the gentlest, quietest, sweetest woman I've ever met. This fic accurately described not only the hell of living through this disaster, but showed how *little* it takes to make hope light up your eyes again. Peaches haven't tasted the same since.

It also showed the sustaining power of love, in the midst of sacrifice. Every single character in this story is willing to give up *everything* for the people they love, & it's a fascinating process to watch unfold.

I have an idea for a sequel that I've written the bare bones for, but haven't finished. That's the first fiction I've written in 8 years. THAT is how much this story meant to me.

-Road to Giverny in Winter, by Nasri

Dear God, I needed this. Station Eleven was a masterpiece, yes, but this story distilled & concentrated it until the flavor burst on my tongue. The aftertaste still lingers, a year later.

I fucking hate the stereotype of, "strong men who never feel their feelings." "Giverny" gives Steve Rogers a whack with a scalpel & a sledgehammer, & makes him actually feel AND heal. I wish the MCU had done the same!

-The "All The Time In The World" series, by NotEvenCloseToStraight

I tagged this in my bookmarks with, "Dear God, this is better than the movies." And I truly think it is, because it gave as MUCH priority to the relationships as it did to the action. I hate it when movies make relationships (and therefore, women) a distraction from the mission objective, & therefore an emotional whiplash for both the characters & the audience:

"OH, the lead character is in love with her, but she's keeping him from RESCUING CHILDREN from a flaming building, so I kinda hate her right now."

This series makes the incredible, deep, heartfelt relationships JUST as much of a mission as, "Saving the World," & it's so rare to see that done well. (It's an unusual Stuckony endgame in the 3rd fic, that you really have to read to believe it would work. It absolutely works.)

I also think it gave much more honor & depth to Peggy Carter's character, & her love story with both Steve & her eventual husband, than the MCU ever did. NECTS uses the, "Elderly Person Gives A Dose Of Wisdom" trope quite lovingly here, & I enjoyed every minute of it.

-Ticking Down, by hulucthulhu

I had only seen clips of the movie, "Timers" on YouTube shorts, & thought it was hokey as hell.

Turns out? The same woman that wrote "Wandavision" ALSO wrote Timers. This Timers/MCU crossover (w/ a bit of Soulmate trope sprinkled on top) is yet another story about the hard work of overcoming our worst anxieties, and of healing from grief, trauma, & pain. From Tony learning to swim again after Afghanistan, to Bucky learning to care for a kitten, & do aerial yoga, every beat of this story is about taking the next step towards healing.

The ending/epilogue is also very satisfying.

-All The Angels and The Saints, by Speranza

I've written before about my journey from fundamentalism & Evangelical Christianity.

So, seeing Steve Rogers take a journey from childhood faith, to youthful atheism, to foxhole believer, to disillusioned lover, is fucking incredible. I felt EVERY beat of his faith, loss, hope, & awakening.

One thing I haven't seen much of, but Speranza just NAILED here, is how journey like Steve's affects the people he loves most.

I was enraptured w/ Bucky's journey in response to Steve's struggles. From his annoyed introduction of Steve to a potential employer as, "He's meticulous. He cares about things no sane person would care about," all the way to, [paraphrase] "How DARE you think God would make all this [gestures at the war, at his own scars] happen to teach you a fucking lesson??" Bucky reflects the tragedy of the evangelist: we spend all our time trying to convince other people how to live, while ignoring our own life.

Steve was so deep into his ideology, that Bucky's moment of, "You never think about me," is a moment that shakes him right out of abstraction & into his physical reality. And the whole fic is full of moments like that, whipping Steve's heart & mind into a frenzy, until he learns who the REAL "good guys" are.

I'm kind've obsessed w/ ALL of Speranza 's works right now. They, along w/ ItsallAvengers, are my current, "I must read everything they wrote in my fandoms" hyperfixation."

So, that's all I have time for today. I think I've stopped crying, & can start taking the next steps to get us out of here. 🖖

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[starboygojo]

making up with heian era sukuna after an argument.

The palace bowed to Ryomen Sukuna in fear. But in the inner sanctum beneath the soft canopy of crimson drapes and perfumed air, he bowed only to you.

His favorite. His woman. The others called her concubine. He never did. To him, she was more. His queen without a crown.

You were waiting for him when he entered, seated by the window, moonlight kissing bare skin peeking from her silk robe. You rose slowly, graceful as a dream, and he watched you like he always did. You are the only thing in this cursed world worth worshiping.

“Sukuna,” you greeted, voice soft, but never timid. You two had just finished having a silly argument. You had grown jealous of another concubine. What a foolish move indeed. Your mouth got the better of you before you even realized to think that he was just using her for her intelligence in the neighbouring kingdom.

He didn’t speak. Just closed the distance in three strides, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other slipping around your waist. He kissed you, slow, consuming, lips brushing like a prayer before he deepened it. You melted into him with a sigh, hands resting on his chest, feeling the weight of power and restraint in his body.

He could break her. But he never would.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down as if you were porcelain. Only then did he speak, voice low, reverent.

“You waited for me.”

“I always do.”

You reached for him and he let her untie his robe, let your fingers glide over inked skin and old scars. You touched him like a man, not a god, and that was why he gave you all of him. “Your patience is a virtue i admire the most. What a fool I am.”

He took his time tonight. Sukuna was not a patient man—but with you, he savored.

He kissed down your throat, traced the line of your breasts with his tongue, paused to mouth at the soft skin of her inner thighs. You writhed beneath him, panting, pleading, but he only chuckled, low and dark.

“Beautiful thing. What do you want?”

“You. All of you.”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

He entered your with a slow thrust, groaning as your body welcomed him in. You gasped, fingers curling in the sheets, overwhelmed by the stretch and the heat of him inside you.

Sukuna held your face, kissed you again as he began to move—deep, deliberate, rolling his hips in long strokes meant to drive you mad. He watched you fall apart, drank in every flutter of your lashes, every moan, every desperate whisper of his name.

“You were made for me,” he breathed against your lips. “No one else will ever touch you.”

“No one else could,” she whispered, hips meeting his with growing urgency.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, sweat slicking their skin, hearts thundering in sync. When you came—shaking, gasping—he didn’t stop. He cradled you close, kissed the tears from your cheeks, and fucked you through the aftershocks like he was carving his name into your soul.

When he finally followed you, spilling inside you with a low growl of satisfaction, he stayed buried deep, holding you tightly as if the world might try to steal you away.

“you were jealous.” he said with a tease.

“no, just angry.”

Later, in the silence, your head rested on his chest, listening to the beat of a heart few believed he still had.

He ran a hand through your hair, gently, and murmured the words he never said to anyone else:

“You belong beside me. Not beneath me.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut. “But if I were to be your wife, no other nobles would think highly of you.”

His eyes flickered, the unspoken storm of politics, war, and ancient rules behind them but they softened when he looked at you.

“You’ve slept in my bed. Bled beneath my hands. Carried me in your body and in your eyes. And they still dare call you less.”

“You already are my wife,” he said. “Let the world catch up.”

[616ioi]

@#%! 1:33 , shin asakura.

content: slight smut warning, mentions of wet dreams, gender neutral & sub character and warning this is mature content, read at your own discretion. this is part two of 1:32. also, this is mainly them coming together as one aww 😦.

The nerve you have to look him in the eye and converse with him irked him to a sense he couldn't even describe!

How dare you act in such a way.

Shin taps away at the counter top, his apron resting so neatly against his body (not a single speak of dust on that ugly green thing). He feels frustrated.

You're staying over tonight. What if it happens again? What is he going to do then? He's been laying awake for nights on end, thinking and, as much as it hurts to admit, caressing himself.

His hands would curl into fists around his pijama pants and he would slightly squirm before his fingers trailed over his abdomen. He would shut his eyes and imagine that night, over and over and over again.

He would never, actually do anything. After all, he was in the home of his beloved hero. With his family.

Riiinggg!

"I'm back, Shin!"

Aoi! His face lights up as he quickly runs to help her out with the groceries in her arms. He falters in his steps when he catches those eyes that have been haunting him for weeks now.

You send him a friendly wave.

The blond esper bites his bottom lip and his gaze wavers shyly. His biceps flex as he walks up the stairs leading to their home.

His face feels hot!

He quickly sets the bags on the kitchen table and turns to the cheery woman. He refuses to meet your eyes. Rather, he hides behind his hair.

"Do you need any help?"

"Oh no, thank very much, Shin!" Aoi perks up with a huge smile, like always. She carefully goes through the products of face masks that you bought. "Me, hana, lu and (name) are going to have a makeover night! Isn't it exciting?!"

Shin's smile visibly deflates alongside his shoulders before he pops himself back into shape.

This means you won't share a room with him!

But then, why is he sharing a room with Mr. Sakamoto?

She kicked me out. The white haired man explains. He looks like the saddest pup on the block.

"Uff.." Shin scrambles to find a response to cheer up this sad mode. "Must be tough..."

Did I do something wrong? Sakamoto trails off. The younger boy nearly replies but he's cut off. Did I say something wrong. I'm sorry. What did I do?

"Um." Shin feels sweat form at his face as he squirms uncomfortably. He nearly jolts out of bed as he finds the perfect excuse — "I needa hit the loo."

The esper sighs in relief. Only Aoi seems to get a rise out of him. As his feet softly hit the floor, his mind subconsciously wanders to you.

Have you fallen asleep yet?

...There's no sound. No dream, no image. Nothing.

He frowns before his eyes widen, catching himself. He slaps himself as hard as he could, yelping.

Was he disappointed??

He locks his jaw before rushing into the the bathroom, only to jump when he runs straight into you. He stares for a heavy second before breaking out into a sweat.

"Sorry!" He squeaks out. You calmly dry your hands with a small, embarrassed grin.

"Don't worry. 'Was just washing my hands." Your reassurance calms him down, but the silence that engulfs the tiny bathroom — doesn't. You seem to think of something.

Shin does everything in his power to not read your mind.

You've been avoiding me.

Darn it.

His hair is spiked up, all messy, from the tossing and turning in his bed. He thinks he looks like a mess, but you? You think he looks adorable.

A red blush spreads across his cheeks before he parts his lips, wetting them nervously.

"I haven't been avoiding you.." you shake your head, clearly not believing him. "Well, n-not obviously."

"You won't even glance at me." Shin quickly meets your teary eyes before they fall unto the shower curtains. The little fishes on the curtain were fading away from all the water tainting it. "See!"

"Um," you tilt your head, "well, the night you stayed over.. uh you uhh kinda had a d-dream of-"

"Of you." A look of recognition rises across your pretty features. Shin nods, embarrassed.

I made you uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, shin."

No. Shin thinks, "that's not it.."

Whoops. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

He flushes as he steps closer to you, hands hoovering over your elbows. He was afraid to touch you.

"I've... never been the subject of admiration before." His brows knit together, fingers twitching as he drops his arms to his sides.

Much less of a dirty dream.

"Oh." You swallow nervously.

It's not the first time. You're twiddling with your shirt, eyes looking at the cute bunny slippers on your feet. They were aoi's spare ones.

"H-huh?" The room feels hot. Or is it just him?

You step closer to him, until your chest is just an inch away from him. Barely. Shin grips at his pants, his heart beat spiking up.

"I've had many dreams of you," you shrug as if this information was nothing new. After all, he can read minds, it's going to come out anyways. "Many where we had sex even as just friends."

Shin gulps as blood rushes all over his body. What are you insinuating?

"That's not who you are, though." You muse, brushing back his sweaty hair. His skin is hot to the touch. "You want to make love with someone who you have feelings for. Isn't that right?"

Shin presses his lips together to hold back any embarrassed cries. He was 100% sure he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence without stumbling and stuttering.

"Do you like me, shin?" His head bows but you're quick to cup his cheek as you force him to look at you. Your touch is so tender, he's almost tempted to move your hand even lower.

He hesitates.

I like you, Shin. His ears burn as he stares wide eye, in curiosity? Disbelief? He isn't sure.

Nonetheless — he nods. Once.

Its a confirmation.

-kiss me.. you think.

"Can I kiss you? Please?" Before you even get a proper response, Shin lunges forward. He grasps at the collar of your shirt and pulls you in to steal a kiss.

Your lips taste of cherry.

His head feels light and dizzy when you open your mouth to push your tongue against his. His hold on you loosens, legs trembling as he decides to lower himself to his knees, bringing you down with him.

He can feel you, shockingly.

Every thought, every sensation, every feeling. It's overwhelming. He feels like he's being electrocuted as his pulse quickens.

More. He tries to gasp out loud and he ends up getting frustrated when you slow down. He pulls away, tongue hanging out as he processes whats going on.

In your mind, you imagine a little puppy.

"S-shut up." Shin grunts, embarrassed, as he closes his wet, pink lips. He wipes at them with the back of his wrist, hips rocking gently. He pulls you closer by your clothes before his hands cup your jaw as he presses tender kissing to your cheek.

You smile, curious.

"What's up?"

"You really do like me." Shin breathes out. He earns a nod in return. His body relaxes into you, shivers raking down his back. You pull him into a warm hug, one leg in between his. His hips buck involuntarily as his breath hitches when his boner rubs against your thigh.

"I've never felt that before." He hiccups, stomach churning with need. You nod, in understanding. Your hands trail from his back to the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to spot the way his muscles twitch.

"How was it?" Shin sighs in relief when you rub him through his tight pants. You can feel him pulsating.

He bites his lip, hips angling higher to find a more comfortable position. "I could- hnng, feel everything you felt, ah.."

You smile at him, "but it was just a kiss?"

He throws his head back with a groan. The door softly thuds under his weight. "Cmonn, quit teasin'.."

A chuckle escapes you as you slip your nimble fingers underneath his pants yet over his boxers.

"Here?" You feather like touch dips over the wet spot, purposely missing the head.

"Noo.." He shakes his head rapidly, slapping his palm over his mouth as his ears burn. He sounds so needy.

Just like in your dream(s).

But even better. You think to yourself.

"What about this?" Your fingers trace the print of his cock slowly, as if you were trying to memorize his.. well, everything. Shin curses under his breath, rocking his hips back and forth.

He lifts his shirt up to get a better view (more like give you a better view, but he'd never admit that). You eye his body, from his pink nipples to the v-line trailing downwards. He tries his best to hide that shy grin that forms on his face.

"More, please." You lean forward to press a wet kiss to his bitten and bruised lips as a reward. He huffs out in response. You pull out your hand to, finally, free him of the clothing, only to leave his pants mid-thigh. Is this suppose to be some sort of restraint?

His chest heaves rapidly, impatiently. You leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his chest, down his v-line and finally at the base of his cock. Shin watches eagerly with wide eyes, arching his hips into you.

You grasp at him, his twitching cock in your hand. It feels so hot, you can't help but tease him with a kiss to his leaking tip.

Mwah.

The action smears sticky, white goo against your lips and it seems to be making more of a mess when lick at your lips.

His mouth drops open at the lewd scene, but his heart warms up too.

How confusing he is.

You hum in pleasure as you lay your tongue flat against his slit, licking up more of his precum. Shin whimpers softly, pushing his hips further. More, more, more.

Knockknockknock.

The sound of rapid knocks break him out of his daze as you jolt up, surprised.

Oh drats! I'm going to pee myself!

"Lu!" Shin whisper yells to you as he scrambles to fix himself. He winces painfully as he hurries to find a hiding spot.

"(Naaaammeee), hurry please!!"

Oh god. He's dead.

note. they don't know how freaky I am 🤑💔

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Ravenmod!! Hope recovery's going well.

Coral Sea event is finally here !!! I saw this tweet and immediately thought about... Miss Raven and Jade 🥺💙 (also: Mama Leech...!?!?! ma'am how do you feel about... crows / ravens... for no particular reason...)

https://x.com/aitaikimochi/status/1914586828377923868?t=re4JjAzrfkX8LCEozNw41g&s=19

And that got me thinking... Since Raven is such a fairytale enthusiast — how would her ideal wedding be like?

Hello, hello! I think I'm doing well now; I'm at least comfortable enough to return the pinned post from the health update back to the usual one. I seriously think all my excitement for the Eternity Float event sped up my recovery... I gained so much energy when I first saw the April 2025 JP schedule. Literally was counting down the days until it arrived!

adihbqeryow35r13ri7adfiyvVFEGP Miss Raven meeting one of Jade's parents 💀 Upon hearing that Jade will be introducing her to his mother, she'd immediately be suspicious (knowing what kind of people Jade and his twin brother are; the woman that raised these menaces must be a menace herself). But then all those thoughts go right out the window when Raven meets Georgina face-to-face. You'd think Raven would be freaked out by how tall Mrs. Leech is or how she's dressed to kill in all that black... but no, Raven's actually in complete and total awe of this woman. To her, Georgina Leech is like THE "ideal lady" she's been striving to become herself. So beautiful, so polite, so elegant, so intelligent, so charming!! Is she even a real person?! As for Georgina, I think she'd be entertained by a creature of the sky expressing such a vested interest in the sea. Maybe she'll tease a bit, poke and prod to see how this bird gets along with her son. It's like a little initiation test to see how Raven fares www

"My mother, Georgina Leech. Mother, this is Raven Crowley, our headmaster's ward."

Raven can barely process whatever words are leaving Jade's mouth. He could be spewing utter poison, the vilest insults known to mankind, and still her senses glazed over. Before this radiant lady, they are all but tiny moons orbiting a far grander planet, pulled further and further in by an unexplained magnetism. Raven robotically sticks out a hand and blurts out, "I-It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, ma'am!" It's said in a pathetic squeak, and she fears her muscles are limp as Georgina seizes her outstretched hand.

"Oh, there's no need to be shy, dear," she coos, slick as seaweed. "I'm already quite familiar with you." "Y-You are?" "I've heard so many stories about you from Jade." Georgina's lips--painted a shade so deep it borders on black--peel back into an amicable smile. "Ufufufu. He tells me you are ever so amusing. A raven that longs to experience the sea... such an oddity! I do hope that I will be able to help you recognize that dream of yours here in Ultramarine City. Don't be a stranger. I will be here to answer any and all inquiries you may have."

"O-Oh... okay, I'll take you up on that offer, ma'am!" Raven stutters, bowing her head deeply in appreciation.

ashdbasdgvadaWQEGGQWO314ii1 Funnily enough, while Miss Raven is a fairy tale enthusiast + romantic and often fantasizes about the "what ifs", she hasn't thought much about her own ideal wedding. It's mostly because she doesn't know if she'll be able to find that coveted "true love" they speak of in storybooks, and also because most of the guys she's surrounded with aren't... the most upstanding individuals 😂 If you asked her directly, Raven might just claim she'd "just sign legal documentation and have it be over with as soon as possible" or say that she "doesn't dream of such silly things"! ... The reality is, I think she'd want to talk it over with a potential life partner and come to a mutual agreement on how their wedding should be. Mated birds will usually work together to build a nest, so translating that over to her new life as a girl... Miss Raven wants to cooperate to "build a nest" (make a wedding, home, life, etc.) together. Errrrrrrrrrrrr 💦 yeah, good luck getting any NRC guy to agree to that???/j

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

A Love Not For Her-Fu Xuan X Reader

I think Soulmate AU’s are too nice. I’m going to fix that.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt no Comfort

The Master Diviner, lady Fu Xuan, paced the floor of her office, glaring at the clock and waiting for a specific time.

No, it was not the end of her shift she was looking for.

It was the end of someone else’s.

It was the end of your shift she was waiting upon and she was counting down the seconds.

After so long, Fu Xuan had finally arrived at the perfect day of the perfect month of the perfect year for romance.

She had spent countless hours of her free time searching for every piece of literature on the divination of the subject.

She had done every ritual, followed every piece of superstition, and it was almost time.

Only a few more precious moments, and then she could finally ask you the question she had been desperate to ask for many long years.

Then, the clock finally struck the time she had been waiting for and she left her office at a brisk pace, stopping for no one and even nearly barreling over Qingque in the process, making the slacker come close to dropping all of her Celestial Jade pieces.

In no time at all, the Master Diviner had arrived.

However, instead of being met by a smiling face, she was met by something on your neck that made her heart begin to crack.

An, admittedly, somewhat cute looking jade green and white fish.

Fu Xuan had seen the mark on your neck before.

She had seen it twice in fact.

Once, on a tile of celestial jade Qingque had shown her.

And… once on the right calf of the owner of that same Celestial Jade piece.

It made her as envious of that woman then as it did now.

Once upon a time, Fu Xuan had a mark like that… it was right in the center of her forehead just like all of her predecessors.

And just like her predecessors, she no longer held it upon her skin.

Through the tears she could feel welling up behind her eyes, she briefly dreamed about that mark she had long since forgotten the shape of.

She dreamed that instead of the mark that marred your skin, it was hers there.

She dreamed, and allowed the tears to fall down her face.

Her vision went blurry, her hearing failed her, and her heart shattered.

Then, you turned around and ran towards her, shattering the dream as well.

“Lady Fu Xuan! Are you okay!?” you cried in concern as tears ran down the normally composed Master Diviner’s face.

“No, I just learned that the love of my life and the one who I have dreamed and imagined countless lifetimes with will never be mine as their love is not for me.”

That is what Fu Xuan wished to sob.

Instead, the Master diviner collected herself and answered your question with something vague, but also true.

“I will be fine. I simply had a vision of something that will never come to pass.”

[enden-agolor]

i dont know when i hit 2k followers, but apparently i did. here's some petra's to celebrate

[mohntilyet]

had a dream vg got dlc where the ui would shift and change to look like origins with the font and design and then introduced a dwarf character from da2 who was like. the hanged man’s owner and one of varric’s carta contacts who brought rook and the veilguard to solve a mystery in kirkwall to do with merrill’s eluvian. dear lord bioware let me drive the car NOW

[betty-fran]

I like this art, and I like this idea, f!TOS Kirk is probably the most obvious genderbend in all Star Trek, so, yes, it's hard not to think about it.

My introduction to Star Trek began many years ago with AOS, and I’ve always loved Pines' Kirk - he is 100% my traumatized soul brother, bad childhood, self-destructive tendencies, disrespect for authority, and overall - an asshole on the surface, but actually a good guy. But he is very simple as a character - all his pros and cons lie on the surface. In its own way, that's exactly what I like about him, but this simplification of his image is the result of the fact that J.J. Abrams, let's be honest, is difficult to call a complex director. But Shatner’s Kirk is really a whole other level of depth; he is a complex and multi-layered character, and this is probably the biggest discovery I made in TOS (and I think I couldn't appreciate him as a character in my 20s the way I can in my 30s).

For me, TOS Kirk is actually easier to read as a female character. His constant conflict between career and love, while an interpretation of the idea of ​​"planes first, girls later," which is typical of the male image - career prevails over love (perhaps the most kitschy example here is James Bond), in reality, is quite rarely a real conflict for men. It's not really a problem for Kirk to have a wife waiting for him at home and raising his kids (after all, his father somehow managed to do it), especially considering it was the '60s and the idea of ​​the American dream was still fresh. For centuries, it was up to a woman to let love prevail over career. The woman stays behind and waits while the man is busy with his business. This actually makes me nauseous, but it's the truth of the patriarchal world. So I don't see any logical reasons for this conflict in Kirk, except internal ones. You can have both a career and love, if you can divide the amount of energy you put into both, which is not a problem for men, who generally never invest 100% in family life, but Kirk is always faced with a monolithic choice - if he chooses love, he has to put all of himself into it, all 100%, just like he does when he chooses a career, he leaves no room for compromise in this. And this is what makes him a more understandable character from a female perspective, especially in the 60s, when choosing the role of wife and mother, a woman often had to give up any other role.

Therefore, f!Kirk fits organically in a time of sexism and misogyny, and it would really be interesting to watch. Jennifer (? I'm not sure about the name right now, but it should no doubt start with J and be shortened easily) / Jenn T (t for tyranny) Kirk, the first female captain of a Constitution-class ship. I'm not sure if that's true, but based on what I see in TOS, a female captain is not a common occurrence. I think it would have been a real challenge in the 60s, given the history of Women Airforce Service Pilots after WWII. And in Star Trek itself, we get Janeway, the first lead-character-female-captain, only in Voyager, which was released in the mid-90s.

I think she really, without a doubt, has to have this film noir actress charm, with a very expressive face, and honestly, I can't help but see her as Lauren Bacall. She should be beautiful enough that she could easily pretend to be just a pretty face, but smart enough that no matter how much she pretends it, her intelligence would always remain obvious. And she also has to have a cute little nose, because that's obviously canon (which excludes SNW Kirk from canon, thank goodness). Just look at her!

I imagine f!Kirk as a well-bred girl from a good family, but with steely stubbornness, who, if she decided to do something, would do it and nothing would stop her. I think she would face more challenges in Starfleet on her path to captaincy than her male counterpart, which would likely make her even more career-focused. Given that TOS Kirk has a difficult dynamic with the role of father, but feels noticeably more comfortable in the role of mother, I think his female version would have the opposite problems, which would also apply to the Carol Marcus story (so far I have an idea for a love triangle that shows a) Kirk's inability to give up his dream of being a captain for the sake of a relationship and building a family and b) her attempt to transfer the feelings she had for Carol onto a man to fit into social norms), and it may include abortion, or the inability to have children, but in any case, the topic of motherhood would be difficult for her. No doubt, like m!Kirk, she would be torn between the idea of ​​romantic love until the end of time and her responsibility and duty as a captain, and constantly having to choose between these, she, of course, always chooses the ship. And we would also have repressed homo/bisexuality again, it is still the 60s, so I think their dynamic with Spock could be even more intense, considering that if they were both women, they would both have to go through a more thorny path to where they met, and they would likely hold on to each other even more tightly (god, if that's even possible). We would also have ongoing one-episode romances, but given the standard heterosexual focus of this, it would always be a man who's drawn to Kirk's beauty, and certainly wouldn't see her intelligence or personality. But Kirk's constant desire to save all the women in the frame, listen to them, and empathize with them would remain, and in some stories would have a more sensual and romantic component than her one-episode guy dynamic. And of course, I support the idea that McCoy would remain a man, and that the dynamics of the Kirk/Bones friendship wouldn't change.

I'll just come back to it later, and maybe find time to draw something with them.

I’m reading the old Star Trek books from the 70s hunting for vintage spirk and in a fun short story from Star Trek: The New Voyages 2 Kirk and a bunch of other crew members accidentally end up swapping genders (but not Spock 👀). It’s a 70s look at this idea so it’s pretty problematic but it does delve into some interesting thought processes especially considering it’s written by women. I would love to see a modern Star Trek show like Discovery take a crack at this especially now that we think about gender and identity differently than we did then. Anyway from an early time in the story everyone keeps going on about how beautiful kirk’s female body is so I thought I’d give drawing it a try.

[honeyedache]

I think even if you did do as she dreamed and fell in love with a prince or a viscount or anyone like that, she’d still find something to chastise you for and seek something to be disappointed with. The words brought more tears to her eyes - tears she couldn't stop, as a vulnerable young woman that had been now cast out to the wolves. She had been devoured, eaten alive - and yet her mother would not be satisfied. She would be gleeful of the crucification of her only daughter, and lament to others that Juliet had always been the problem, had always been ungrateful, horrid and spoiled. Others would believe her too - and Juliet grew tired of her heart breaking each time her mother opened her mouth, or neglected yet another part of her. Her brother had seen it, Tobias had seen it - everyone knew just how much the Lady Thorpe detested her only daughter and so it had to be her fault. It had to be.

"Before I met Oliver, I ... I intended to marry whoever she wanted, to make her happy. I had been such a fool to think - to think it would. Nothing I could ever do would bring her joy." Juliet rubbed at her cold arms, closing her eyes for a moment. "A part of me wishes to thank her, though. If she hadn't been so cruel, so horrific toward me - perhaps I would have never found such soft solace in my Oliver." Juliet smiled, a small smile and a sad chuckle, shaking her head.

"If you had ruined anything of Oliver's, I would have blackened both of your eyes." She confidently told him, another giggle coming from her. She listened, quite touched at his words at finding and paying for a midwife - Juliet had heard of them, and yet her heart still ached at the concept of one. Surely Juliet wanted her own mother there, to be there with her, to walk her through what she should expect - and perhaps an incredibly naive part of Juliet thought perhaps her mother would change her mind, change her ways and help her daughter. It was foolish, it was naive - but Juliet still hoped.

Maybe.

"You are - You are kind to offer one indeed, but - a stranger to help me instead of my own mother? A stranger I need to pay? Somehow - somehow that is quite sadder. Maybe - Maybe Lady Thorpe will change her mind. Maybe she will - she will realize, regardless of parentage, this will be her grandchild - her first grandchild. Perhaps - perhaps I need to give her more time." Juliet knew, even as she said - she knew it was false hope that she clung onto.

There was not even an opportunity to say goodbye. Juliet felt horrible for that, for she could not imagine being so parted from Oliver, shoved onto a ship and arrested for nothing, all as a ploy to get back home. It was certainly cruel, crueler than Juliet had ever imagined Lord Thorpe could be, but Tobias and her had that certainly in common. She looked upon Tobias again, hand still on his arm, comfortingly. "That is - That is undeniably cruel, Tobias. I - I could hardly imagine what that trip must have felt like - a long trip to come back to hell and a horrid sister indeed." She half joked.

"No, Tobias, you were terrible and a brute - but I quite flaunted what I had in front of you, if only to anger you. I wanted to be the one your father doted on, to be someone's favorite daughter. I had - I had jumped onto the scene without even knowing what it would be like for you, or for our sweet Emily to deal with. It was an act of an immature, boastful, spoiled little girl. You were right, with everything you said to me that afternoon at the party. I - I had acted so beastly." Juliet shook her head, letting out a breath of reflection.

Listening to his words about sailors, the tattoos, she had to smirk to herself. "I could only vastly imagine what your parents would have thought of you covered in tattoos - how very brave you were to go on without them, to be ridiculed and had to fight your way from the bottom. I fear that is exactly how I am now, isn't it?" She had to smirk at the coincidence and look upon him with some amusement.

If I am at a brothel, I will not die alone. Immediately, Juliet's eyes widened and she shook her head, most vigorously. "Tobias. I will not have that uttered from your mouth again, do you quite understand me? I demand that. You will not die at any brothel - you will not die in the arms of some whore. You deserve better than that, you stupid git. Do you understand me?" She spoke, sternly to him.

Pausing, Juliet looked away for a moment. You are so romantic in your thoughts. She knew she was - she knew how romantic and dreamful she had been, but she hoped the same for Tobias now. "I do not want to leave you here, unmoored and broken. I - I want you to be okay, dear Tobias. Will you be?"

The matinee could have gone so different, and he knew that start of their combative relationship lay at his feet. If he hadn’t gone in their antagonistic, taking out his anger on her in hopes to offend his father to the point of dismissal then something else could have happened between them. He was reckless, angry and rarely thought things through before he committed to them, and it had gone wrong in so many ways, yet he kept doing it and knew it was not a habit to change. Life on a ship or galivanting in the last few years couldn’t even be to be blamed, it was just him. They’d both done wrong to each other, but he knew where it started. And he had been so angry, so upset and nobody to take it out on until he saw her at the matinee. It was her event; he didn’t need to be so horrid, but he had been.

“I think even if you did do as she dreamed and fell in love with a prince or a viscount or anyone like that, she’d still find something to chastise you for and seek something to be disappointed with.” The tears in her eyes burrowed in him with guilt knowing that he had been the one to make Oliver lose his job, something they would need with how much their loves would change. An item was taken but the only person it would effect was him; his actions would cause more hardship to three people. Still, the acknowledgement of how much they meant to him softened him almost instantly. The two of them getting on, the heaviness of their conversation without the usual sparring was such a strange, yet surprisingly welcome, change but he didn’t know how to react to it. “You would have slapped me far worse than I did,” he says with the hint of a smile creeping through. It’s a bad attempt to lighten and deflect.

There was pity for her. A baby created out of genuine love should be celebrated and Juliet should have the support of someone who experienced childbirth. Again, the guilt got even worse and his mind drifted to his own mother and the day he found out she’d died giving birth to their beloved sister, Emily. Hearing how all those years she had cried for a mother for none to come cemented just how needlessly cruel the Lady Thorpe was. She’d be no better as grandmother, he thought. If she couldn’t offer Juliet support when she was a child, he couldn’t see her grandchild changing it. “I know you have Oliver,” emphasis on saying his name purely for her benefit, “but there are women who help, or I’d seen people like that in other countries. There are physicians here but I heard of midwives to help and reassure the expecting mother. Oliver will be a great support to you, but this is your first child, if you need a midwife, I can help provide one.” Lady Thorpe would be against it and he wasn’t sure where his father would stand on the matter but after all he’d done, he wanted to help in the small ways he could.

Her tears never had an effect on him until now and the way the conversation was going, the heaviness and the vulnerability of it, affected him. He thought he could control it but then she asked the question and the memory of being ripped from his bed and taken to the ship without warning flooded him. Lump in his throat, he tries to answer, shakes his head as he looks up to the ceiling to avoid her gaze feeling tears forming dangerously fast. “No,” he says attempting a smile to deflect again. “There wasn’t an opportunity. He wasn’t there when I was ar- when I was bought back here.” If the past version of his arrival saw the two of them now, or if anyone in the house did, they’d have such a shock. No malice between them, just sympathy and understanding.

Shaking his head, he looks to her and feels the urge to reassure her as much as he can. “No. No, Juliet. All you did was throw a party, your first one, in your home and then your insipid, bratty, new brother turned up and took out his anger out on you when it was undeserved. I led in an antagonistic way from the very start.  You didn’t do anything except treat me with how I treated you.”

He laughs at her question but its kind as he blushes lightly, and he shows the inside of his wrist. The marks from the shackles had pretty much faded. “Sailors have tattoos to show their rank or accomplishments. I should have rope right here,” he traces the place where it should have been, the place he’d traced on another so much in the past. “It means I worked on the deck. Very low rank. Then I should have a nautical star but that one more for luck, a swallow because of how many miles I travelled, an anchor for similar meaning. Its shows far you’ve come but as you can see…I have none. I’d be at the mercy of all the teasing for it, even when I climbed rank! I thought my father and mother would have a heart attack if I came back covered in them.” Sometimes, he liked to picture how they’d look on him.

She spoke so much sense to him in ways that he didn’t think of or even care to entertain in the past, but she was right. His own foolishness had clouded even the most rational of thoughts about his circumstance. He looked at her, eyes soft but his chest heaved with heaviness. Frightened. She’d read him so right and with such ease that he started to feel uncomfortable, but he knew he couldn’t deny her thoughts on it. So he nodded at her assessment, unable to admit it vocally but she was right, and they both knew it. “If I’m at a brothel, I won’t die alone,” he teases in an attempt of humour.

“You are so romantic in your thoughts but not everything is a fairytale love, sometimes it just ends and there’s nothing to be done. He was a man of the sea right from birth and his family had deep history with it. I wouldn’t ask him endure this life even it meant we’d endure it together.”

[bmpmp3]

tomodachi life really went off with those bonzi buddy ass voices. win xp type text to speech. all character creation focused games should have this.

[insanewaykathy]

01- “Oh, she... is my captain.” The woman beside Chakotay didn’t seem so convinced of that. “That’s it?” The woman asked sensually with curiosity. “She’s also my friend.” He smiled shyly. “Hmm... it seems more than a friend.” He couldn’t say anything at that moment. Kathryn’s figure a few meters in front of him was keeping him busy enough that he didn’t pay attention to the woman beside him. “Maybe it is... I couldn’t say. But certainly our friendship doesn’t go beyond certain limits.” “Are you talking about sex?” MY CAPTAIN https://archiveofourown.org/works/62157793

02- The dream was over. Tuvok's voice was the last thing they wanted to hear at that moment. She, who had been so committed to finding a cure from the beginning, after all that time with Chakotay, after all the losses and pain she had experienced throughout her life... Now she just wanted to stay there, in peace, waiting for Voyager to find its way home. And maybe one day they could do the same. But they would do it together. THE RESOLUTION https://archiveofourown.org/works/62085856

03- Kathryn stepped out of the shower and put on a pink silk robe that fit her perfectly. She wasn't even close to worrying about being too bold. "Chakotay... Are you there?" "Yes..." "I'm done with my shower." He moved a little shyly, not wanting to invade her space. But he didn't have time to think too much. Soon she let the robe slide off her shoulders and arms, exposing half of her back. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, the sight was too beautiful for him to concentrate. SILHOUETTE https://archiveofourown.org/works/62062366

04- "Chakotay, you don't have to be upset." "Never mind." "Seriously, I understand." "What are you going to think of me?" "These things happen..." "Not with an adult. And if you must know, I've never been through this before." "It's okay, really." "You sound like you're talking to a teenager." "Chakotay... We're friends, you know I won't mind. It's human nature." "I don't think you're going to want me to teach you how to box again..." "Oh, you really don't know me, do you? I wouldn't miss a rematch for the world." A BOXING CLASS https://archiveofourown.org/works/62002105

05- Kathryn was calmer about Chakotay. Not that she worried about his character, ever. She knew he was an honorable man, and that he would never do anything she didn't want him to do, no matter how much time passed. After he told her the ascient legend, she became thoughtful. If anyone had ever said anything more beautiful to her, she couldn't remember it. It had been more than a declaration of love. Kathryn doubted the nature of the feelings that had arisen between them. It was a fact that it hadn't started there, on that planet. She had been interested in him long before, and she knew he was too, because she was an intelligent woman who could pick up on the signals he gave. "SHE DOES HAVE YOUR LEGS." https://archiveofourown.org/works/61995592

06- A burning smell filled the air. "Daddy, Daddy..." A beautiful child, with slightly dark skin and black hair, and beautiful bright blue eyes, poked her father with her thin, delicate finger, trying to wake him up. "What's wrong, honey?" "Mommy burned the Christmas cookies." He smiled, showing adorable dimples, and the child on the edge of the bed smiled back, showing dimples in the same places as her father. "So... let's go downstairs and see what Mommy is doing." I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER https://archiveofourown.org/works/61665265

07- "Merry Christmas, Kathryn," he said simply, meaning so much more. "Merry Christmas, Chakotay," she replied sweetly. But this conversation didn't end the way either of them wanted. It was Christmas Eve, and Chakotay stopped by Kathryn's office at Starfleet to wish her a merry Christmas. And that was it... nothing more. She spent Christmas at the farm in Indiana, and he spent Christmas with Seven. But the next day, he couldn't contain himself any longer. He had been holding it in for too long. I´VE LOVED YOU FOR A LONG TIME https://archiveofourown.org/works/61653793

08- “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, but imagination encompasses the world.” - Albert Einstein. ... So this is how it all ended? Kathryn couldn't believe it, so much effort for nothing... Maybe it was deserved, maybe this was how it had to be... She didn't question her death. She accepted her fate willingly. Suddenly, the blinding light of the explosion dimmed before her eyes and all she could see was darkness. After a split second, she realized she was in a well-lit place, thrown against a solid, cold wall... and she thought it was the corridor of a ship or a space station. It was certainly a place she didn't know, but it didn't look anything like the afterlife. Not that she knew what the afterlife was like... or that she believed it, but the only thing she knew at that moment was that she was breathing. She began to walk aimlessly, apprehensive, until she heard a male voice behind her: “Kathryn...” “Do you know me?” she answered, turning around abruptly. GENESIS https://archiveofourown.org/works/60725560

09- And then he helped her remove the confetti from her hair later, after dinner, but there was a different tension in the air. He didn’t know if it was the time he’d spent with his hands in her hair trying to pull out those damn confetti pieces, or if it was the sensual glances she’d thrown at him throughout dinner, but he was starting to think that the strawberry pie with cream she’d just served him would taste much more delicious on her body… DESSERT https://archiveofourown.org/works/60048898

10- "Am I interrupting?" "No, not at all... Welcome to the Master's refuge," she said with a smile. "You really like those non-contemporary scientists..." "Yes... I'm thinking about reviving Galileo, Giordano Bruno, Einstein, Sir Isaac Newton... Maybe Oppenheimer... I find him an intriguing man, I have many questions to ask..." He smiled. "That would take quite some time..." "As far as we know, we have time, Chakotay, and 'quite some time' would be an understatement," she said with sadness. THE MASTER´S REFUGE https://archiveofourown.org/works/59764324

@ebonysolcum Thanks for tagging me ❤️ I don't know 10 people to tag, so here are some that I know write fanfics. Some have already been tagged, but I'm going to tag you anyway because I appreciate your work. (Feel free to repost or not 🥰) @bizships @flappielxx123 @ebonysolcum @xchronicles

Tagged by @phoenixflames12. Thank you, friend!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tags ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

(*since several of mine are ficlet/one shot collections, I'll be cheating on those and giving the first line of the most recent addition)

1. Maxwell Yi hadn't been back to Mars in over a year. He hadn’t meant to be gone so long, but it seemed like new transport routes were being opened up every week, and work had been plentiful for any pilot with steady hands and two braincells to rub together. Things were good, and about to get better. But since he was back on Mars, he did what any right-thinking person would; the instant he set foot in Utopia Colony, he headed straight to an unremarkable storefront restaurant. It didn’t have a sign, but it didn’t need one. (Far From the Sun)

2. Karveth and Monica sat on one of the richly upholstered couches of the mur'thay's domed skywatching gallery, tucked under a heavy blanket, deep in one another's arms. (Your Body in Electric Blue*)

3. Monica had taken the long way home, because she had to stop at Woodhall's Bakery, where she had gotten a half dozen lemon curd cupcakes. They weren't her favorite (she preferred chocolate), but Karveth loved citrus. (Striking Sparks*)

4. Karveth stretched, smiling to himself at the sensation of the soft body beside his. Monica still slept, and snuggling up against her and luxuriating in her warmth sounded like one of the better ideas he'd had lately, and he frequently had excellent ideas, if he said so himself. (Six Kisses)

5. It was that quiet hour right before the first day shift went on duty. Phlox liked this part of the ship's day/night cycle – it was peaceful, and a good time to feed the twice-daily eaters in the menagerie. That was the chore he was engrossed with when he heard the door open. (Doctor/Patient Confidentiality)

6. They were walking along the corridor, headed roughly in the same direction, and for the space of one step, their shoulders almost brushed. The thought crossed Trip's mind that T'Pol's personal space could be awfully… fluid, for a Vulcan, but just as quickly, he laughed it off. He definitely needed to get some sleep if he was thinking things like that. (Scrapbook*)

7. Everything felt so much smaller now from inside a starship. But Jhamel found that didn’t surprise her. (No Going Back)

8. The sun was setting over Xpu Há, sinking behind the inland mountains, turning the water that lapped at the shore a dark red gold. Trip and T'Pol sat on the patio of their little rented beach cottage, and he watched her watch the sea. (Every Version of Us)

9. Admiral Jonathan Archer approached the apartment door, situated on the corner of an unassuming block just off the main tramline to Starfleet Headquarters. It was a good location, and it was a shame Trip and T'Pol wouldn’t be here much longer, because he would miss having them so close. (Walking the Floor)

10. ‘Vulcans don't lie’, was, in itself, a lie. (Honesty and Its Opposite)

Tagging @deadheaddaisy, @pearlypairings, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, @talshiargirlfriend, @mytardisisparked, @gaitwae and anybody else who wants to pay!

[averageestrogenenjoyer]

Brienne of Frickin' Tarth!!!! best girl!! best girl brienne!!!!

Oh my god oh my god oh my god but thinking about Brienne and how she didn’t reject her femininity by choice but everyone else rejected it for her because she wasn’t conventionally attractive so the only role she felt she could fit in to in society’s eyes was that of a warrior and how she was in love with Renly because he was nice to her and danced with her and treated her how all the other girls her age were treated even if it was just for a night and how she never feels like she fits in as a woman because she’s ugly but she never fits in as a man because she isn’t a man but she can’t go back now that she knows what its like to be free from those constraints but there is still a small part of her that wonders what it would be like if maybe, just maybe… and I just… George had absolutely no right to write a character that good

[sajagz]

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

[iniziare]

This feels so good to do. Tag drop: Ezio Auditore. Verses for GI/HSR/DA are a WIP.

[scentofpines]

yesterday night i dreamed about living in some dystopian world where i killed someone with my bare hands before i had to flee the gestapo-style police through the entire country and today i dreamed about finding a cute cat and her fluffy kittens and taking them home and cuddling them.

my mind is so multifacetted.