#thank you for sending me this!

[starsnores]

This rec is a bit specific but i saw your art for your bloodswap Gamzee and the caption stuck in my mind for whatever reason so:

Choke on One Another by Death Spells for bloodswap Gamzee specifically

oh that's a really good song i like that a lot. i think it works for bloodswap gamzee.

[inkblackorchid]

Hello it is me, I am back again with weird questions the necessity of which remains questionable but I thought if there was one person in this entire world that cared, it would be you.

So, I rewatched the last episode of 5Ds again recently because I missed the kids and wanted to look at them all grown up again and at the beginning of the episode we get the little glimpse into Doctor Aki’s life. The camera pans over a (presumably) German city before it halts on a large building (clinic).

I had to do a double take and then google because the city seemed familiar and I came to the conclusion that it looked an odd amount like the German university city Heidelberg. (I attached pictures of the camera shot — sorry for the quality I was watching on Crunchyroll and couldn’t take any screenshots — I also attached images of Heidelberg (admittedly specifically chosen to resemble the camera shot to illustrate my point LMAO).

Characteristic for the town of Heidelberg is the river with its bridges — from what I know about it anyways. There’s also a church that, while not unique for German towns, super basic architectural structure imo (at least from afar, I looked it up and the art historians disagree with me, say it’s super unique, which actually makes my hypothesis stronger)— looks almost exactly like the one in Heidelberg. The way it is situated towards the river is all wrong, but it still seems like a weird coincidence.

Now, I am not saying Aki is IN Heidelberg (the 5ds town looks significantly larger than Heidelberg), however I am saying that I think it’s possible the person in charge of this shot may have looked at pictures of Heidelberg to inspire the town Aki goes to. Which is a crazy coincidence either way because (and you’re probably aware of that, Orchid, since you live in Germany, right?) Heidelberg is known for having the oldest and most prestigious medicine faculty in the country. I also looked up what the uni clinic looked like and it looks nothing like the building in the 5ds camera pan, but hey, a girl can dream :/

Idk if I want to believe they actually did that on purpose because it would be super obscure but once again: it would be so cool if they did and as someone who’s spend a considerable amount of time comparing (German) anime towns to the towns they’re inspired by, I love picking up on these things

"Person who cares about 5Ds-related questions whose necessity is questionable" is a title I'll happily accept, frame, and hang on my mantelpiece, thank you.

That said, well, I'll be damned! That church specifically feels like a very strong indicator that, at the very least, an animator referenced Heidelberg to get a feel for what a German city looks like here. There's also the option that it is meant to be Heidelberg, of course, in which case I'd probably go as far as saying they intentionally "futurised" (as in, enlarged) it a bit to fit 5Ds' general, futuristic vibe a little better. I could also see the nod to Heidelberg, specifically, being intentional because honestly, it'd make sense for Aki to end up there. Her parents would have definitely sent her to the most prestigious medical university they could have come up with, and we all know our girl would shine there. So maybe this isn't a coincidence, maybe someone who's interested in Germany snuck that in as a kind of nod to the city. Either way, I salute your detective work, because this particular similarity would have otherwise eluded me! (Probably because I do not, in fact, live in Germany. You're close, though!)

[spirk-trek]

Hmmm TOS spirk using pet names for each other or using each other's titles (captain, Commander) in bed

now on ao3!

i tried my best but it's not EXACTLY pet names... unless you count spock calling jim 'james' knowing exactly what it does to him :)

i also put two non-canon vulcan term of endearment in here that i think count?? wuh’rak = first/favorite, taluhk = precious/treasure

and there's a 'captain' at the end ;) enjoy!

~*~*~*~*~

Spock stood close by the entrance of the bar, observing Jim from across the gold laden room. It was a habit he’d developed whenever possible on shore leave, as chances to observe without notice are limited aboard a starship when the object of your affection is the Captain.

There was something privileged about viewing him as a stranger might. Beautiful. Intriguing. Unexplored. Yet, an unfamiliar person would not possess the knowledge of how his soul took shape when joined with another. They did not know the way he looked upon waking, had not seen him nude, raw, open, as only Spock was allowed. He pitied them deeply. They did not know of the wonder they stood within reach of, yet was not theirs.

Jim was leaning against the bar, an easy smile ebbing and flowing over his face as he listened to Doctor McCoy’s animated retelling of what was, undoubtedly, a thoroughly consequential story. When he laughed, light found its way to his eyes even in the dim, and Spock felt the sound of it within himself despite it not reaching his ears. He watched as a clumsy hand caught on the doctor’s arm before finding his shoulder, grasping it as the pair inclined toward each other, brought glasses to their lips.

Just as the last drop of a shocking orange liquid disappeared, amber eyes found Spock as if there was nothing in the space between them. He kept their gaze locked, hands resting at the small of his back. The new smile that spread over Jim’s features was warm. Giant and unyielding. Lopsided. True.

His hand on McCoy’s shoulder flexed, prompting the doctor to turn and find Spock standing there himself, rising alongside the other but quickly falling behind in the crowd. Spock watched fondly as Jim made his way. He watched him rest a gentle hand on each surface he passed for balance, muttering polite apologies over shoulders, between the bodies he pushed himself through until finally they stood face to face.

“You made it,” he murmured, looking up at Spock in something akin to awe. He wavered slightly on his feet, reaching for Spock’s arms and wrapping warm fingers around them at the elbow.

Spock raised a singular brow. “Doctor McCoy has no doubt been the one to convince you not to trust my word.”

“Guilty as charged!”

Spock shifted his gaze to the doctor as he burst through a final line of people in pursuit of them. Somehow, he had managed to secure another drink for himself along the way.

“Your cynicism in regard to me is, as always, without merit.”

“But it is fun,” he retorted, raising the green beverage between them in emphasis. One finger uncurled from around the narrow glass and attempted to point at the tip of Spock’s nose. “See? Your face. Fun.”

Spock let a breath part his lips, both brows rising and falling as he turned back to Jim. His focus had found the collar of Spock’s shirt, one hand having traversed the line of his arm and following it over the curve of his shoulder. He traced along the seam of skin and fabric, and Spock pulled a great deal of self control from his depths to resist letting his eyes fall shut, or forcibly bringing the touch back when it began sliding away again. Jim’s eyes remained trained to the movement, as if he were a mere observer himself and not the perpetrator.

“All th' same to me,” McCoy announced, and Spock’s eyes were back on him, having momentarily forgotten his presence. “You’re not here, you’re all he talks about. You are here, he’s stuck on you like honey to a biscuit.”

Spock stared at him. However, the doctor appeared undeterred by any perceived judgement about his choice of phrasing. He simply raised his glass to take another drink, hissing at the taste of whatever alcohol it contained, so Spock returned his gaze to Jim.

It was difficult not to react to the vision of him like this. There was something loose in his posture, an unbidden blush gracing his edges- no doubt an effect of the alcohol. It sat, variegated and rose colored, around his ears. At his temples. The backs of his knuckles. Warm, pink, his, closer and closer still…

Spock put a hand to Jim’s chest to stop him. He seemed surprised, as if he was merely falling forward rather than leaning up with clear intent to seal their lips together.

“S’true,” he slurred, severely delayed, his gaze dropping to Spock’s mouth and drawing his own bottom lip between his teeth. He let it drag free and Spock watched as the blood beneath separated, flashed to white before returning to its usual pigment. He leaned even closer, the hand on Spock’s arm jumping the gap to slide over his hip. “Can’t help it. You’re always…” His eyes finally lifted, an almost bashful expression flickering into them. His smile simmered to something private and warm. “Always on my mind.”

Spock, in a moment of daring, allowed one hand to close around Jim’s bare wrist in response. The contact between them thrummed readily with a familiar energy, their ever-present bond strengthening without effort.

As you are on mine, taluhk.

Jim leaned into him with even more insistence, something Spock had come to expect. A latent function similar to breathing, or the beating of a heart. Just as naturally, Jim would pull closer to him until the parts of them which were not touching were brought together. Spock very nearly stumbled as he compensated for the added weight against him, his other arm coming around Jim’s back. Whether to steady him or hold him close, he was not certain.

“A-hem.”

Jim’s shoulder stayed against Spock’s chest as he turned partially to look at McCoy. He snorted a laugh and Spock felt it vibrate against him, pulling the sensation within himself, savoring it.

“Sorry, Bones,” Jim said quietly, and even had the good nature to sound as though he meant it.

“I’d just appreciate it if you’d let me leave the room for once, is all.”

Jim reached a fumbling hand out to cup the side of McCoy’s face breifly.

“Your face, though, Bones. S’fun.”

The doctor glared at his own words being used against him and jerked his head away, but the expression lost its hardness as Jim turned back to Spock to press lips firmly to his cheek. It was uncoordinated, dry, lower than it should have been in his haste. Spock’s hand between Jim’s shoulders curled into a fist as heat sprung to his face.

“Jim-”

The man listed even further and huffed a laugh against Spock’s jaw, sliding an arm around his middle, and in each place their skin touched he felt an almost overwhelming sense of contentment that threatened to overtake him. Spock found just enough discernment to withdraw the arm between them and brace it against Jim’s shoulder again, fixing him with a stern look.

“James. We are in public.”

“Yeah, which includes me.”

But Jim wasn’t listening to McCoy, even as he grumbled something about them owing him a drink. His eyes were half closed, his face darkening a remarkable number of shades, and though Spock’s hand was still braced against him he did not relent. Spock was vaguely aware of the doctor taking his leave back in the direction of the bar.

“We’ll apologize later,” Jim whispered.

“I will not,” Spock answered, voice even despite being more than aware of Jim’s fingers seeking out the hem of his shirt. As his touch slipped beneath, however, he could not prevent the quick intake of breath it provoked. Behind them was only the wall, nobody to witness the hand pressing flush against his skin, yet their proximity with the rest of the world burned him almost intolerably.

Almost.

Jim hummed, satisfied, eyes twinkling with unrestrained glee. Spock's heart ached. Jim Kirk, so warm and so open on any given day, taken by the effects of alcohol was an affront to all else good in the universe. How could anything compare?

“Should,” he was saying, and Spock blinked. “S’your fault.”

Fingers climbed higher. Spock raised a brow, trying not to let the sensation carry him away.

“I am not the one who inebriated you."

“No,” he admitted in a sing-song way, and Spock was nearly reduced to ash when Jim’s free hand came up to touch the side of his face. A part of him wanted to scan the bar for eyes on them, but another part, perhaps the one that had missed his touch so greatly, told him it did not matter. They were among strangers, and would be gone by morning.

“But,” Jim continued, “you did call me James.”

The corners of Spock's lips twitched upward. “Did I?”

Jim’s eyes met his, rising from where his fingers dragged over the space below his chin. He grinned, then nodded.

“Mhm. Did.”

“It is your name,” Spock pointed out.

“Sounds best when you say it, though," he whispered, splaying his hand over Spock’s chest and sliding it lower. He kept their eyes locked, watching Spock’s face until the Vulcan reached between them and stopped the progression downward. He felt a surge of his own awe at the way Jim’s pupils dilated, opening up to him like starless reservoirs. Infinite. His to traverse.

“James,” he said again. Pointed. Frim. He raised a brow, tightening his hold around the man's wrist. “Not here.” I cannot do everything I would like to you in this room, wuh’rak.

Jim was tugging against his grip half heartedly, his other hand still skimming below Spock’s shirt and dragging fingernails softly over flesh. He flexed his jaw in playful annoyance, and Spock could feel the barrage of wants overlapping each other so persistently it was almost dizzying.

“Then where, Mr. Spock?”

The tips of their fingers touched in a chaste kiss that quickly turned molten with the thoughts passing through it, burning up his arm and straight through to the soles of his feet.

“Anywhere, Captain.”

[shikakunaras]

i'm reading your "scarves and kids" fic on ao3 right now and i'm only on chapter 5 but i can't even begin to tell you how much i love it already 🥹 it's really really good and i'm having a blast reading through it, i can't wait to see what happens next!!!!

!!!! I’m glad you liked it. It was a very long labor of love. I have some spin off fics in that series that I’ll likely keep writing when the 9-5 isn’t beating me down.

[wenellyb]

i appreciate you saying that because while i ship bucktommy i'm bothered when i see people act like tommy's behavior in the begins episodes was just being a little bit of a jerk or keeping his head down or whatever. especially in chim begins he said some really shit stuff to chim, even when gerrard wasn't there to hear so you can't just blame it on gerrard.

like if you genuinely believe tommy has changed (which i do) than you shouldn't need to downplay his previous behavior so much? in fact it does a disservice to his character growth to downplay it

Hi Anon!!! Thank you. Exactly!

I ship Bucktommy too but I really don't like when people try to downplay it or act like it wasn't so serious and that people who are upset about it are overreacting.

[vote-gaara]

That boy is a pencil biter for sure. Not the eraser, the yellow part

NOOOO!!

I disagree! 😭

(....Pens, maybe)

Send me what you think Gaara's most disgusting traits are and I can only say if I agree or disagree

[stormage-writes]

LITERALLY SO TRUE!!! Autistic Cinder truthers unite!

[great-and-small]

Thank you for the herpes virus info! Maybe you should write the book! :p

Don’t you tempt me 👀

Seriously though I’d love to write a book like that but at this point in my career I don’t think I’m qualified. Though I did just find out my first paper that I’m primary author is going to be published! So I will keep learning and hopefully gain the skill to share the things I’ve learned in a way that is interesting to people. I plan to someday jump into the deep end of scicomm but for now I am getting comfortable in my floaties

[sweetiebarnes]

Let’s get spicy with this wyr🥵

Would you rather have a threesome with Bucky and Steve or Bucky and Sam?

Oh god, this is difficult. 😩

I have to go with Bucky and Steve though.

Specifically 40s Steve and Bucky 😮‍💨

[blakbonnet]

fake/pretend relationship

A: I LOVE the fake dating trope whether it's in fanfics or general fiction because it either ends in them falling in love but being extra pining 🥹 or it's usually hilarious ahshdjd either way, I love it.

Send me a fanfiction trope and I'll grade it

[steveseddie]

As a big fan of "fix it" fics I just need to ask for this one for WIP Weekend 🥰😍 I hope the writing gods are good to you this weekend despite having to work (Boooooo) and being busy, but don't stress yourself out over it. I happily wait for anything you write 💜💜💜

hi hi! thank you for sending this, i'm sorry for the late response! despite being busy i did manage to write! i finished a short fic (number 5 on the wip list) and a microfic so thank you for manifesting the writing gods being good to me! 💜

my fix it fic has been in my google drive since vol. 2 came out and thanks to this i finally got to add some lines to it woohooo

At first, Steve doesn’t hear the beeping noise, not with the blood rushing to his ears because of the kiss- not until it becomes too loud and insistent to ignore. “What- what is that?” Steve asks against Eddie’s lips, pulling back only a little.  “Huh?” Eddie asks, chasing after Steve’s lips with a dazed expression.  Steve’s eyes dart to the monitor behind Eddie’s head, realizing that’s the source of the sound. “Christ, Eddie that’s your heart-” Eddie shrugs. “Guess you really are that good, Harrington.”

ask me about my WIP Weekend!

[andi-is-bored]

(sorry I can't remember but I think you're a swiftie)

ttpd themed obscured asks with julie!! 

tortured poets department: have you ever used a typewriter?

i look in peoples windows: do you like to people watch?

so high school: do you love it or hate it?

Who’s afraid of little old me?: what would you say is your biggest red flag?

what is you favorite song on ttpd?

i am a swiftie thank you julie!!

i love obscure asks with julie!

i have not used a typewriter sadly, if i ever see one tho im gonna write slut a bunch of times, just because :)

YES! although i zone out really easily so i just end up staring at some random person and it gets very awkward very fast 😭

i don’t hate so highschool, the bridge is definitely catchy, i just don’t really care about it

i get distracted easily, especially when i’m on my phone, and it sometimes happens when people are talking to me. i don’t really know what about me to classify as a red flag so lol

a cruel cruel question julie, you are a cruel woman.

right now my favorites are probably the smallest man you ever lived, imgonnagetyouback and guilty as sin (i refuse to just pick one) <3

[unclewaynemunson]

🔀ronance? <3

The song I got: Luna Moth by Maya Hawke (I swear I didn't cheat, Maya Hawke just happens to be very well represented in my on repeat list)

This is not so much an AU as an image of what could happen post s4 because ummm remember Nancy crying in Barb's bathroom in s2? Yeah this is gonna get sad. Robin is the first girl since Barb she's letting in again, but it's so fucking difficult sometimes. Every now and then, Robin will say or do something that reminds Nancy too much of Barb and the only thing she can do is hide away and cry. And she doesn't understand why Robin would ever want to hang out with her - let alone love her - because the last time she was close to a girl she killed that girl and she will forever be trapped with that guilt and she wishes so desperately she could be anybody else.

But Robin gets it. She keeps being there for Nancy. She doesn't allow her to cry in secret behind a locked bathroom door; she stays right by her side and holds her, and she looks at her like all her broken parts can be rebuilt.

ask game: send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my on repeat playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

[neverwaswise]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers （*＾3＾）/～♡

Hello! Five things that make me happy are:

My family

My big fluffy cat

Reading (mostly sci-fi but also fantasy)

Really small things like tiny little frogs

Rainstorms. Deciduous trees in the rainstorm's location is a plus :)

[a-namjoon-a-day]

I would love it if Joonie would publish a book of his poetry. I'd be there in a heartbeat. Take it! Take my money!

What are the chances that it might happen, do you think?

I was thinking about this the other day! He could call that RKive also xD

I feel like there's a good chance, tbh. I hope he adds little sketches, too. When it happens, let's start a book club LOL 😂

OMG signed copies?? I'm getting too excited 😂😂

[supervisormeero]

🌹

Gotta share one of my favorite paragraphs I've ever written, and an extra paragraph. For context, this is in the aftermath of Syril betraying Dedra to move up the Imperial ladder. They're in another storage closet, because... it's their natural habitat.

The kiss is a deeply unromantic thing. There is no love in it. No shimmering magnificence, no cloying intimacy, no promise beyond that of mutually assured destruction. It is a flower with brown, brittle petals. A bird without a song. A star robbed of light. Yet while it lacks in depth, it overflows with an appalling dearth of restraint. Any tenderness is but a layer of smoke-thin gauze, a peeling-off bandage over a gash of impassioned viciousness.

He tries to push her against the shelves, but she braces her hands on his shoulders, counters and redirects his weight, and he gives in. With a sigh shed straight into her open mouth, he locks an arm around her waist, stumbles backward against the parallel lines of metal, and melts. Tears. Folds. His malleability thrills her. This is the Syril she remembers. Her Syril, restored only with the pomp and posturing of his new title hammered into pieces and left in shards on the floor. Just because she’s broken it doesn’t mean she’s pardoned him for climbing over her to obtain it.

Send me a "🌹”, and I’ll respond with an excerpt from a WIP!