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How many works do you have on AO3? 44 on AO3. I have some older stuff on ff.net and other places, but I've never brought them over.

What's your total AO3 word count? 574,585

Your Top 5 stories by kudos

A Farewell to Arms: Banana Fish - My one and only fix-it fic, where Ash finds a way to cheat death, but nothing goes quite the way he planned. (2,861 kudos)

In the Closet: Banana Fish - A sexy little first-time romp in the darkroom that Eiji set up in the fancy apartment. (1,474 kudos)

Wishful Thinking: Banana Fish - A misunderstanding causes Ash to reveal far too much about what he's willing to give Eiji. (1,010 kudos)

Bound to You: Lord of the Rings - Wherein Legolas and Gimli go from enemies to lovers to soulmates. (930 kudos)

The Landscape Was the Same on Both Sides: Banana Fish - Ash is upset because Eiji seems to be avoiding his touch. Then he finds out why. (876 kudos)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love comments. I haven't always responded to all of them--there were periods when my kid was little, especially, when my actions didn't meet my intentions, but nowadays I respond to all of them. I consider fanfiction as my way of engaging with the fandom, with the people who love the same stuff I love, so when someone reaches out to me, that's my best opportunity to connect. I've made a lot of friends in the comments of fanfics. <3

Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I don't read them, either.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, but not often. I love a good romance and even a bit of a build up of tension and kissing and touching, but more often than not, I leave the real smut to the imagination. A notable exception is:

I Get By (With a Little Help From My Friends): Lord of the Rings - Legolas and Gimli seduce Aragorn as a way to distract him from his troubles. (This is the fic I hope my LOTR-loving mom NEVER finds!)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I'd like to think that someone would let me know if that happened.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've had a lot of people ask/offer to translate them, but a handful have really been done. I'm super grateful that these lovely people did the work:

Прощай, оружие: a Russian translation (by Fuyu_no_Mafuyu) of A Farewell to Arms

Stars: a Russian translation (by rootofallevil) of Stars

In the Closet: a Mandarin translation (by Voltsliart) of In the Closet

Последняя ошибка: A Russian translation (by Fuyu_no_Mayfuyu) of His Last Mistake

Комета Эша: A Russian translation (by Fuyu_no_Mayfuyu) of Ash's Comet

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I started out in fanfiction by collaborating with my sister on Little Women fanfics that never saw the light of day, and yes, we've also collaborated on a few other stories, too. Namely, a series of Legolas/Gimli fics that are all in the same universe:

The Second Breakfast Club: Lord of the Rings - A high school AU where the fellowship come together in a series of Saturday detention sessions. Co-written by lisafer

Closer: Lord of the Rings - Legolas and Gimli explore their brand new relationship in a way fairly typical of teenagers. Co-written by lisafer

St. Aule's Fire: Lord of the Rings - When Legolas and Gimli move in together, they quickly realize that love isn't enough to keep a relationship strong. Co-written by lisafer

What's your all time favorite ship?

My husband jokes that AshEiji is the primary relationship in my life. I've shipped those two for over 20 years and I don't see any other ship coming anywhere close, honestly.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

I started a novel about Eowyn from Lord of the Rings. I really want to finish it, but I need to learn how to write in a way that works. Right now it's okay, but I need it to sing. The first few chapters are on AO3:

Untouched: Lord of the Rings - the events of the War of the Ring from the point of view of Eowyn of Rohan.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at characterization, dialogue, and conveying emotions. I think I'm good with word choice and adding rhythm to my prose.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm slow. Part of it is that I'm meticulous--I've never learned to draft, so I can't move on from a sentence or a scene until it feels exactly the way I want it to. That has derailed many, many fics over the years. Also, I'm not great with strong endings. I'm working to improve that.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

I have SuperBat in my head and heart, but I'm far too scared to write it. I don't know if I can do that ship justice.

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

This is a difficult question, because I tend to love the stuff I've written most recently. But I really like these:

Just Say Yes: Banana Fish - This is an extreme canon-divergence, where Eiji doesn't get to New York until five years after the events of Banana Fish. He's an Olympic medalist in a bit of an identity crisis and ends up in fake marriage to Ash Lynx to get a green card.

Dear Boss (A Confession): Banana Fish - Ash gets a letter from Alex, his second in command, who feels obligated to confess a secret that might get him killed.

The Undying: Lord of the Rings - Gimli helps Legolas finally build the boat that takes him far from Middle Earth.

Triptych: Banana Fish - My one and only exploration of Shorter/Ash/Eiji

Shades of Light: Gundam Wing - Quatre and Heero deal with their shared grief after Trowa is killed on a mission. (This is VERY old and I've outgrown the writing style, but I still love it!)

I tag @localvampirebitch @gioia-writes-and-others @lisafer @roselightfairy

[ifishouldvanish]

For Love (Pt. 4/5)

SHIPS | Mizrak/Olrox, Past Alucard/Olrox, Alucard/Mizrak/Olrox RATING | M (will definitely become E next chapter...) WORDS | 2,656 FIC SUMMARY | After the hard-won battle, Alucard can't help checking in on how Olrox and Mizrak are doing. When he finds them hiding in an abandoned Parisian apartment, he's furious to learn his old companion has turned the valiant warrior monk into a vampire. And yet... his heart won't let him leave. [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] [Read on AO3]

Olrox smiled up at the canopy of the bed, his heart aglow with warmth and satisfaction. Mizrak was curled against his side, still lazily dragging his lips along his shoulder and pressing wet kisses into his skin.

In ten years, he'd almost forgotten what it felt like, almost given up hope he would ever experience it again: Being loved back.

How much more satisfying it was, how much more beautiful.

For the past three days he'd insisted Mizrak devour him, tear him apart, consume him—because he loved him, yes—but perhaps also because he'd so grown to hate himself.

Perhaps, that was what had drawn him to Mizrak; made those first couplings in that inn feel so fated, so inevitable: seeing his own shame and self-loathing reflected back at him as Mizrak succumbed to his desires. The sense that he could only ever truly be needed—some thing reached for out of necessity and desperation—but never wanted.

But there’d been no shame or guilt in Mizrak's eyes this time. Not in the way he'd touched him, kissed him, fucked him. No, this time, there'd been only love.

Olrox turned his head to look at him, curling a hand around his neck and brushing his fingers over the stubbled, cropped hair there. Mizrak stopped mouthing at his shoulder and looked up at him, his red eyes still brimming with it: that love.

“I see you're in control of your hunger now,” Olrox murmured, unable to keep the pleased smile from tugging at his lips. “This is good.”

Mizrak looked away as a flush tinted his cheeks. “Alucard has been… helping me,” he mumbled.

Olrox huffed a little laugh through his nose. “Of course,” he said, cupping his cheek and guiding him back to him. “But that's not all that's changed, now is it? You've… embraced yourself. Who and what you are—and always have been.”

Mizrak's red eyes did a pass over him, and he wet his lips. “I have accepted… the way you make me feel.”

Olrox shifted on his side to face him better. “And what brought about this epiphany, if I may ask?” he teased, trailing a finger along his jawline.

Mizrak looked away uneasily again. “Alucard has helped me to realize that… even creatures like us can love as selflessly as God does. As God is supposed to do.”

Olrox scoffed and let his hand wander down to Mizrak's chest, combing his fingers through the thatch of dark curls there. “Are you trying to tell me whets your appetite too, darling?”

The color in his cheeks darkened, and he swallowed.

“It's alright, my love,” Olrox tutted, leaning in to peck his lips, and then his jaw. He slid his hand up and around Mizrak's neck, taking his earlobe and beginning to roll it between his fingers. “Your desire is a natural, beautiful thing.”

Mizrak closed his eyes and shuddered at the touch, but stopped short of leaning into it. When Olrox frowned, he swallowed and said, “You say you can see inside my heart.”

Olrox pulled his hand back, furrowing his brows. “Always, my love.”

“What about *his?” *Mizrak asked, nodding toward the door. “Can you see what is inside his heart, too? Or do you just ignore it?”

All the warmth in Olrox’s chest dropped into his stomach like a stone. So that was the reason for his reticence. Withdrawing his hand, he pressed his lips into a thin line. “…I'm not sure I understand what you mean.”

Mizrak shot him an exasperated look. “That man loves you,” he said. “As you have loved me.”

At this, Olrox sat up. “Adrian Fahrenheit Țepeș falls in love with anyone willing to tolerate his company for longer than a week. His love is a cheap, worthless thing.”

Mizrak laughed, but it was a sound warm with fondness and endearment. “As opposed to you and your impossibly high standards? Falling in love with me, while I called you soulless? A demon? Animal?”

Olrox pursed his lips, struggling to come up with a rebuttal.

“He didn't come here to save me, Olrox. He came here to give you his condolences, and stayed here to save *you. *He gave me his blood because he saw you had none left to give. That my hunger could kill you and how willing you were to let it.”

“Yes. Adrian Țepeș, ever the sacrificial lamb,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Mizrak took his hand—slowly and hesitantly, the gesture a new and foreign thing to him. “You gave your blood to him once,” he said, beginning to circle his thumb over his wrist. “I could taste you in him.”

Olrox glanced away, ignoring the maelstrom of emotions the observation kicked up in his chest. Denial, frustration, nostalgia. Shame and a possessive sense of pride in equal measure. “…I didn't want him to* die,”* he muttered more petulantly than he'd have liked.

Mizrak arched a brow, and Olrox knew he'd only proven his point.

“What was he to you, if not a lover?”

Olrox looked down at their hands, following the path of Mizrak's thumb. After all the vitriol he'd endured from him, Mizrak was finally pushing himself and growing into the man Olrox knew he could be, always had been deep down inside: kind, open, gentle, loving.

It was only fair that he try to do the same.

“A brother in arms,” Olrox answered quietly. “A trusted friend. A warm body through cold desert nights… and an unnecessary distraction from the work I had set out to do.”

“So you did love him, once.”

Olrox drew a deep breath and sighed. “In another place or time, perhaps I could have.”

Masks ’s red eyes swept down to his bruised chest. “I recognize you in him,” he said, tracing his finger from one puncture wound to the other, connecting the constellation of them. “The way he gives his love to you despite getting so little in return. But I also see myself *in *you. Refusing to accept the love you were giving me, because I was not ready to face it.”

Olrox tilted his head at him, his chest tightening as the feeling of being cornered set in. His pulse was becoming a panicked, flighty thing, and no, no—he could be open about any number of things, but not this. “What does it matter?” he deflected, sliding his hand over Mizrak’s and pulling it away from his heart. “We have each other now.”

“You call his love worthless, but it's the reason we're able to be here now, like this. That I haven't drained you to death. That you haven't had to put me down like a mad dog. Does that not make his love a blessing to us both?”

Olrox looked away, as if that might shield him from his shame.

He knew Adrian's love wasn't worthless. Had realized it the moment they'd parted ways. That first night of lying on a bed roll under the stars without him to talk to. That first morning of waking up and not seeing him there, preparing a breakfast or scribbling into a journal. That first afternoon of trekking through those vast plains without him asking to stop every half hour so he could document some new plant or another. That first evening of muttering his frustrations under his breath and getting no response, no melodic little chuckle or playful admonishment in reply.

That empty feeling he’d thought could be filled with the satisfaction of perfectly exacted revenge.

Nights later, when his body and soul had been burning, it was the memory of pale skin, golden eyes, and his name being called in velvet-soft moans that had brought him relief—however fleeting.

No, there'd been no place in his heart for love. Not until he'd lost it.

At least he'd learned his lesson. A hundred years later, when it was an equally kind, equally idealistic man from a little town in Massachusetts, he'd known better than to throw that love away. To squander and spit on it.

Olrox shook the thought away as Mizrak reached out and cupped his cheek. Such a gentle gesture, one he didn't deserve.

“This feeling, Olrox,” he began again. “Having it for you—a man, a vampire—I thought it was a perverse, unclean thing. But now I think… I realize… all love is a gift.”

Olrox smiled weakly, if for no other reason than to ensure Mizrak wouldn't ask what was wrong.

“I understand that he… he had multiple lovers, once,” Mizrak continued. “Richter’s grandfather, too.”

“Yes,” Olrox acknowledged plaintively. “I'm aware.”

“Well. I had thought that was sinful, too,” Mizrak admitted. “But now I think… how can it be anything other than beautiful, to share love so freely?”

Olrox furrowed his brows at him, and Mizrak lowered his head.

“I think about everything you've told me. About your home, your people,” he mumbled, drying his palms in the crumpled sheets they sat on. “You have lost so much, Olrox. That I wonder if perhaps… perhaps you deserve more love than I can give.”

Olrox couldn't help admire him. The way he was pushing through the vulnerability he was clearly feeling. He was a good man. So much braver than he had ever been.

“I hear the conversations you have,” Mizrak began again. “The way the two of you are together.” He swallowed and gave Olrox's hand a squeeze, taking a deep breath and looking him in his eyes again. “If any part of you loves him, Olrox… you should tell him. Not hide from it, as I did.”

“I kicked him away like a dog,” Olrox muttered, turning away and wrapping his arms around himself.

The was a beat of silence before Mizrak reached a hand out to him again, combing back the curtain of hair Olrox had been hiding behind and tucking it nearly behind his ear.

“He’s able to control himself now,” Olrox said, wiping the last of the blood from his lips. The words felt clumsy and graceless in the absence of his usual confidence, and he hoped Adrian was too occupied with dragging the drained corpse back outside to notice.

“…And yet he came back,” Mizrak said, “and is currently stalking the streets of Paris to find some blue-blooded bastard for you to suck dry. You always came back to me, and now that I've let you in… I want the same for you, Olrox. To let love in. As much of it as God—or the universe—wants to give you.”

- - -

Olrox waited as he disappeared behind the door. When he returned, Adrian's features were pinched with unease.

“…That's good,” he said tentatively.

At least he wasn't the only one feeling out of his depth, Olrox thought. He needed to say something, needed to *tell him, *but instead he could only stare.

Gods, it was so much easier to tease him. To argue and bicker and fire cheap shots from the safety of the walls he’d built up over the last three hundred years.

They looked away from each other, and silently walked back up the hall, up the steps, and into the apartment that passed for home for the time being. Because something about closing the door behind them, of being back in there, made the air feel a little bit easier to breathe.

“Thank you, Adrian,” Olrox said at last. “Truly.”

“Of course.” Adrian put on a tight-lipped smile that didn't meet his eyes. “Well. I suppose I'll… leave you two to enjoy eternity together, then,” he said, lowering his head and stepping past him. “I'll just say goodbye to—”

*“I want to apologize,” *Olrox blurted.

Adrian paused. “Whatever for?”

Olrox took a deep breath. “For the way things ended between us.”

His pale face was impassive. “Can’t force a feeling that isn't there,” he said lightly. “You have something new and good and precious with him, Olrox,” he added, nodding toward the bedroom. “…Try not to fuck it up.”

Olrox scoffed. Leave it to Adrian to know he needed the sharp point of so much sincerity dulled by the rough edges of sarcasm.

“Let me at least ask you this—” he said. “Why give your blood to him? Why not just give it to me, if I was the one who was weak from having given him too much?”

Adrian's face hardened, and the look in his eyes was a painful one. “You made it quite clear that night that you didn't want any of my blood.”

Olrox looked away, as if that might make it sting any less. He'd seen the look in those starved and sunken golden eyes as Adrian had fed from him—so desperate and hungry and vulnerable. It had been intoxicating, to give life to another, to chase away death. But he'd also seen the look in Adrian's eyes the following night: when their bodies were joined, moving in such perfect synchrony; when he'd taken one clawed finger and cut into his scarred chest, asking him without a word to be desperate and hungry and vulnerable too.

“…Would you believe me if I told you I regret it?” Olrox asked. “Pushing you away?”

Adrian closed his eyes and sighed. “Olrox—”

“I never understood how you could have three lovers at once,” he cut him off. “I thought, surely someone willing to spread their love across so many people, can only offer a shallow, fickle love. But I understand it now. I love him. But I also… you're a part of me, Adrian. The love I am able to give Mizrak. The love I was able to give that man in the colonies… you planted the seeds of it in me, all those years ago.”

He looked away, off to some space on the wall. “Why are you telling me all of this now?”

Olrox swallowed. “Because Mizrak helped me realize that I don't want you to go. Not again.”

Adrian rolled his eyes. “You have yourself a good, honorable man there, Olrox. And now you come barking up my—” he cut himself off, chuckling and shaking his head. “I swear you have an addiction to creating unnecessary conflict in your life.”

“I wouldn't have come to you with this without his blessing.”

Adrian let out a scoff of disbelief. “Wouldn't you, now?”

Olrox pursed his lips. He supposed he deserved that, too. He braced himself for one Adrian's lectures, but when it didn't come, he took the opportunity to change the subject. “…He said he could taste me in you.”

Adrian blinked, his lips parting slightly on a silent gasp.

“And it drives some part of me mad,” Olrox confessed. “That he’s tasted you before I have. Because—because you're *mine. *Because we belong to each to each other. Don't we? This half-consummated bond we share?”

Adrian wet his lips and swallowed. “What are you saying, Olrox?”

He took a step closer, and when Adrian didn't draw back, he brought his lips to his ear. “I'm saying that if you were to offer your blood to me again… I would drink you so greedily, Adrian. Every drop of your blood, until you had none left and I or Mizrak had to bring you back from the brink of death again.”

Adrian pressed his lips together, his fingers twitching at his sides. He wet his lips again, seeming to consider it, before this fingers clenched into fists. “…I'm saying goodbye to Mizrak,” he repeated, turning his back to him and storming down the hall.

Olrox sighed and let him go, feeling his heart fill with that profound emptiness again. He had no one to blame but himself, didn't he? He should've known that wasn't the answer Adrian wanted. Should have had the courage to say the one that he did. Should have had the courage to say the truth.

What are you saying, Olrox?

I'm saying that I love you, Adrian.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

I feel like Fitzjames would keep her dick in the same way she'd keep her first name but Hodgson would get every gender surgery invented to date and she'd know all the technical terms for them and all the etymologies of said terms and she'd cheerfully tell Irving and Little all the bloody medical details of each one and she'd do it while they were eating and Little would want to gently object but would not do so because he wants to be a Good Ally and Irving would ignore all his subtle attempts to change the subject and listen to her with an enthralled intensity usually reserved for church services, which could mean nothing.

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Replying with my side account dedicated to reblogs!

Firstly, another Crowley fan!!!! Yayyyy!

I totally agree about Pomefiore. No matter what, I feel people are gonna have a problem with them. I’m personally hoping he is your most average, maybe conventionally "unattractive" man ever. I need him to be the opposite of Vil. It would be amazing for Vil fr. But you’re so right. Cause that’s what the manga Yuus are: they’re just company owned OCs to deliver the story for us, and people having such a strict way of thinking about them… so strange for sure.

100% on the BL fans having a crossover with the "fem Yuu for Malleus!" fans. Everyone wants their ship dynamic to be canonized, but to demand it so aggressively is unfair to other fans who want the same thing. I’ve noticed this behavior in a lot of shoujo harem fandoms, too. What’s funny is these guys definitely run in the same circles as the "Yuu has to be a man because it’s a boys school" crowd. Opposite thoughts, but going about it in the same way.

It’s hard to find queer stories sometimes, especially in fandoms filled with mostly women. It’s always disheartening to be turned away like that. And the self-insert fics issue is so real! I have gotten to a point where unfortunately even silly fanfics cause me dysphoria sometimes. I’ll be so excited to read a story, and then I’m slapped in the face with feminine features. Def not a fun time when I’m sad and wanting to read a fanfic to cheer me up 🥲

Same about Harveston! The moments where they just acknowledge something like that as so NORMAL. It makes me so happy! I wish I lived in Twst fr <3 They don’t make a big deal out of things like that. Even the more masculine characters tend to be more freely expressing themselves. For example, in Vil’s Halloween vignette, even Floyd, who I’d consider one of the more masculine characters, was excited about learning to do makeup better! It was just a normal thing and it’s refreshing to see.

Yeah, same here! I’m glad you liked my ramble! I loved yours, too! I’m glad that most of the fandom seems pretty chill and open to anything, but like in any fandom, there’s that loud minority trying to sour everything haha.

Ahh these are the sort of topics I don’t know how to word well in English , so forgive me if I have roundabout explanations for things 😆 this is a bit of a vent, I apologize again for any mistaken words on anything 💦

But I guess I’m just a little disheartened by the EN fandom- particularly with the whole manga Yuu situation. I adore all the Yuu’s, I love all the Yuu OCs that this amazing and creative fandom has designed.

But I’m seeing an…over exaggeration? Or pedestal put onto the Scarabia Yuu, Yuuna Oujou, and the way some people have discussed the manga Yuu’s have made me a little uncomfortable.

I’ve seen some people be like “finally! A girl Yuu for the manga!” Or “finally! A Yuu who presents herself as a woman!” (This is way different than a celebration of a femme Yuu btw).

? Yuuka, the Savanaclaw Yuu, IS a woman. Some people have been claiming that she’s “hiding her gender” in the all-boy’s school, or “downplaying” her gender, and how they’re so happy that Yuuna is “unapologetically a woman.”

But Yuuka, even in her previous world, has ways presented as a bit more masc- a very bifauxnen, cool girl type of character who is resolute in her strength because of her judo experience. A translation of the manga I read even has her referring to herself as a “ordinary school girl.” It’s just her own personal style of presenting herself. She also exercises in a sports bra! The only troubles she has is the troubles ALL Yuu’s have: that they’re magicless and aren’t meant to be here at this school and this WORLD.

And frankly, it’s uncomfortable that I’ve seen so many people in the fandom act as if feminine style is the only valid way to present as a woman, the implications that Yuuka is not a woman from the way she chooses to dress or cut her hair.

I’m so so happy that people find joy in a very femme presenting Yuu- I love Yuuna just as much! But when the conversation begins turning into…implying femininity is the only way to be/present as a woman, that’s not…it just feels awful. Yuuka was our first girl Yuu, Yuuna is the second. They present differently, but neither of them ever once worry about having the “hide” their gender. Please celebrate Yuuna’s style if that’s what you mean, instead of the “true girl” Yuu.

And on another note, there is the very popular and so far very likely theory of a “boy-girl” pattern in the manga Yuu’s- especially since all the Yuu’s so far have been the opposite gender as the Disney villains of each dorm. Meaning, the theory is that a male Yuu is likely for Diasomnia.

And I’m seeing a very vocal crowd dismissing the idea of male Yuu in the Diasomnia arc, that they want a girl, they’d hate a male Yuu, “Malleus forgot it’s not an Otome so it has to be a girl Yuu!”, they want a girl to be with Malleus “because [we] want Malleyuu.”

And again. It just feels so…alienating. Malleus and Malleyuu personally isn’t for me, but I’ve spent many years hopping around Otome and romance games in the past, and male and NB fans of these genres are frequently told that they don’t belong in the fandom, that these games cater to women.

But most conversations bringing up the possibility of romance games bringing in he/him, they/them or even customizable pronouns for the player are often shut down in most community spaces. Games like TWST, with an ambiguous MC and individual interactions with a character of your choice (ie the home screen voicelines)- or even games like Obey Me or the Arcana, are a rarity have made me really happy and feel really comfortable in the fandoms. Even if the game’s audience is mostly women, the MC/Yuu has *always* had an open identity.

So…the concept that Malleyuu is only WANTED by a portion of the fandom ONLY it’s a girl Yuu just brings back those same feelings again. Of course you may have whatever Yuu you want in your own personal Malleyuu ship!! But one girl Yuu can never represent the whole fandom, one male Yuu can never represent the whole fandom. So it’s strange there’s this complete outcry at the idea of a boy, and in turn of non-het Malleyuu ships in the fandom.

The manga and the Yuu’s have never shown a romantic relationship towards any character- any fanservicey moments still remain from the game, no matter the Yuu it’s aimed towards. And not just from Housewardens- all the characters have their bits of fanservice! But it never goes farther than that in the main story especially.

With the reveal of Yuuna, the EN fandom has been celebrating the diversity and openmindness of the world of twst, and how customizable your Yuu’s truly are. Yuu is…you! Yuu can be whoever you want. But it all falls apart when a portion of the fandom see Yuuna as the only valid girl Yuu, when the mere idea of a male Yuu for Diasomnia or for Malleyuu is bashed and hated.

Or you know what- the idea of male or even NB Yuu is bashed entirely every single time there’s a damn announcement for the manga. A while back, the Scarabia manga announcements were mistranslated in English, and the gender ambiguous language for Yuu was accidental turned into he/him (which turned out to be Yuuna). And the level of vitriol I saw over the idea of a male Yuu was so fucking disheartening. And now it’s happening all over again with a future Diasomnia manga.

Is the manga and their Yuu’s really a celebration of diversity in the EN fandom? It doesn’t feel that way, at all. Perhaps I’m just being self centered about this, but I’ve found myself increasingly upset about how vocal these two issues have been, and I wish some people could be more mindful about it

Apologies for my incoherency in this vent 💦💦💦💦💦 this is NOT hate toward Malleyuu or Yuuna fans as a whole- or towards anyone in fact. This is just a vent and a slight critique just certain parts of the fan bas

[kneworder]

need more challengers fics where they actually are at least half as toxic as they are in the movie. tashi told art she would leave him if he lost a tennis match and refused to say i love you and cheated on him twice. art got right in the middle of patrick and tashi's relationship didn't speak to patrick for years after and then told him he wasn't even a peer and didn't matter when they finally saw each other again. patrick decided he was going to fuck with both of them by sleeping with tashi and then basically announced this to art mid tennis match. like i know these people would not deal with any of this or any of their other baggage before entering a relationship. can you imagine trying to hardlaunch a throuple that toxic. it's delicious. why do i keep seeing challengers triad fluff. as if art wouldn't think neither of them actually love or even care about him once he retires but would still do anything to keep them from leaving him and patrick wouldn't be insanely dickish and mean because he's desperate to prove he's not just the washed-up tagalong to his situationship's eight-year failmarriage that should have been his and tashi wouldn't be furious with them both for not being happy instantly when she feels like she's given them all she can give and furious with herself for having both of them and it still not being enough. please. these people are HOT but more importantly they are UNWELL.

[i-suc-at-art]

Ummm.. I really love this fic

*hands @basilf1res this gently*

Any ways go read project “GH05T” it’s really good :)

[all-inmoderation]

not enough ppl know about this fic

take me to the answers (i'm the one who's listening) by annnubis

if your favorite character in JJK is either Yuuji or Geto, you have got to read this fic. This story understands those two characters like no other.

It's a canon-divergence, time-travel fix-it AU, in which Yuji, post-shibuya, is thrown back to gojo and geto's schooldays (post hidden inventory arc).

the prose in this fic is so polished and the characters are all given a level of maturity that i found so refreshinggggg. all the other characters are also just as fleshed out, from satoru, shoko, to even Yaga. Yuji's reactions pertaining to Gojo are especially touching. And the way he sees Geto is so characteristically kind.

some excerpts from the fic to entice you guys to read it:

They surround the crater and naturally Satoru gets closer to it than any of them, though he's right behind him. Suguru knows Satoru noticed it, too—something terribly human-shaped, with a soft filthy face and hunched shoulders and scuffed red sneakers.

The first thing Sukuna ever gave me, he thinks in the direction of his teacher sealed terrifyingly away in the dark, was all this blood on his hands.

Sensei or not. It's Satoru Gojo. It seems every version of him contains the fundamentals that set Yuuji just a little bit at ease.

Toji Fushiguro is dead. Suguru lies awake in his bed, reminding himself of this supposedly comforting fact that instead leaves him feeling hollow and restless, laying flat underneath a thin bed sheet staring up at his ceiling fan.

Sorcerers die all the time.

He is not one of the strongest. Not anymore.

Sukuna Ryomen’s vessel is compelling. The unscarred parts of his face look soft as down, but the scars put a warm feeling in Suguru's stomach.

Also, one of my favorite aspects of the fic is how it describes Yuuji's scent/energy. I know the accepted fanon is that Yuuji smells like peaches, but I've always found the idea of that scent to be a bit too sugarysweet and childish(?) to fit Yuuji.

But this:  Rosewater steam, faint and warm and welcoming, and pooling blood and something herbaceous.

now this is what I'm fucking talking abouttttt. That's how you fucking describe a scent, man! The idea of Yuuji's aura being ~rosewater steam~ is just so much more alluring and tantalizing than peaches, imo. ahhhhhh I'm in loveeee.

[im-not-real-beep-beep]

real

Making Sonadow canon would make the ship significantly less tasty

So many flavors of Sonadow...

Abandoned in favor of one...

It doesn't matter which flavor they pick, even if it's the most interesting interpretation possible. Restricting Sonadow to one interpretation does not do the ship justice.

I don't know if it's my aromantic-ness that's speaking, but it's not the romance itself that is the appeal -- it's their silly ass character dynamics.

For me, the appeal of Sonadow is that there are multiple interpretations (blends of platonic, romantic, and queerplatonic) in the fandom, so the experience of shipping them is dynamic. I love reading fics and seeing all the different ways people write their dynamics, especially when it's unconventional to stereotypical romance (Queerplatonic Sonadow, my beloved).

Aroace Sonadow <3 (A type of Queerplatonic Sonadow)

You have good taste)

Hi

Probably everyone knows about this by now but there's a RUMOR about how

Disney

Wants to buy Sega

Cause Sonic 3 was a HIT and Mufasa wasn't (sorry Lin Manuel)

And everyone says how Disney fucked up Star Wars and Marvel and how they would do the same with Sonic

And the principal opinions are

"If Disney buys Sega, Sonic would be a musical, woke, and Sonadow would be canon"

And thought I would love to see Sonic singing some chillidogs songs (in a Sonic Boom way)

I wouldn't like sonadow to become canon

And then I go to the commentary section expecting a "It doesn't matter if Sonadow becomes canon because they had good interactions blah blah blah I always wanted it to be blah blah blah"

But then I see how THE sonadow fans say "I'm a sonadow shipper myself but I think it would be really out of character for Sonic to like anyone"

WHAT

WHAT

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE'RE NOT ALL DELUSIONAL??!?!?

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING

LIKE, I ALSO NEVER WANTED TO SEE THEM AS A COUPLE NEITHER, JUST GUYS WHO LIKE EACH OTHER BUT IN THE MOST TWISTED AND DOOMED AND PLATONIC WAY

LIKE, YEAH THEY CAN KISS

YEAH THEY CAN GET MARRIED

AND EVEN HAVE A CHILD (via science only)

BUT THEY'RE JUST FRENEMIES

This is everything to me now, this changes my whole perception of the fandom, like we're so mature now. In my times people still argued against Sonamy

We're legion

We're sonadow

[zentriii]

sakuatsu fic recs

ace-spec recs for @bbyboyakaashi

into the tides by ftld

completed | E | 16,657 words

“I’m not that into sex,” Sakusa says without regard for the public setting or the strangled noise that erupts from Atsumu’s throat. He hooks a finger through the handle of a delicately patterned teacup, arches an eyebrow, and waits. // this whole series >>> i'm love them

build me up by kromotriga

part 7/? | E | 37,100 words

Atsumu’s fingers involuntarily twitch as he types ‘strap on harness’ in the search bar of a favorite sex toy site while he waits, wondering what Kiyoomi has in store for him. He has his own toys he likes and is used to but he’s never seriously thought about the harness part before, about what a hypothetical partner might wear. Then Kiyoomi emerges from the bathroom and he doesn’t have to wonder anymore, phone slipping from his hand to be lost in the sheets. // fem omi fucks atsumu for most of this series, as she should <3

anytime, omi omi. by deliriious

completed | E | 2,156 words

what's better than fucking your boyfriend's thighs, or between his cheeks while he sleeps? kiyoomi thinks for a long moment. reaaally gives it some thought, before coming to an irrefutable conclusion. nothing, that's what. // consensual somno is like. catnip for me

lay me down by kromotriga

part 3/? | E | 13,563 words

It’s been almost six years since she’s last heard him say her given name. Atsumu may not need memories, experience become muscle become memory instead, but memories of standing huddled together in a deserted hallway after their last high school match still flood through her all the same. Sakusa— Kiyoomi had tenderly cradled her face as gentle thumbs wiped away tears of frustration, over Inarizaki's loss to Itachiyama, over Kiyoomi's rejection after months of what she’d thought was mutual romantic build-up. "I want to kiss you but I can't, yet," he'd whispered, knocking his sweaty forehead into hers. "The next time we meet I'll be different, but if you still want to I'll kiss you then as much as you want." With that promise Kiyoomi had reluctantly pulled away and Atsumu hadn't understood what he meant until he'd made news a few months later by joining his collegiate men's team. He may have missed her, as she did him, but that doesn’t mean he wants anything more than friendship now. Atsumu still reaches out slowly, his eyes following her movement, to lay a hand over Kiyoomi’s, fingers brushing his wrist bone where another pair of symmetrical moles stand out on his pale skin. “I missed you, too.” // skts reunion fics my beloved, they're everythingg

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[necrotic-nephilim]

For the ask game, brujay where it was one sided before and after Ethiopia but only perceived one sided afterwards.

I've always had a head canon about Jaybin having a crush before the Joker got him but that love changing drastically afterwards.

Because I read in a fic once that Bruce loves Jason so much that he would have sex with him if he ever asked and it has haunted me since (can't remember which fic sadly)

Loving reading all these asks btw ❣️

for the ask game!

THIS IS THE PEAK FLAVOR OF BRUJAY. one-sided pre-death turned to an absolute clusterfuck of feelings after Jason comes back. i've read a couple of fics with that concept because. god it's so fucking good. it's the best way for Bruce and Jason to sleep together, in my humble opinion.

i think before his death, Jason knows it's just a childhood crush. he's been on the streets to know what kind of men like teenagers, and Bruce categorically isn't one of those men. Bruce has always been strictly professional and fatherly toward Jason. so sure, it's a blow for the feelings to be unrequited, but Jason is almost relieved Bruce isn't that type of man because it means for once, he's safe at home and can relax around Bruce. Bruce probably notices the crush too, Jason stares openly and gets bashful when Bruce compliments him. but Bruce regards it as a hero worship sort of thing, and he keeps a careful distance, expecting Jason to grow out of it once he settles into living with Bruce. it's an innocent thing to both of them, just teenage hormones. Bruce loves Jason platonically regardless of it. but then. well. Jason dies before he could outgrow the crush and with everything else, it's the last thing on Bruce's mind. he wants to remember the good, innocent parts of Jason. he almost manages to forget about it.

Jason coming back is an unsteady thing. Bruce questions every part of it. (after all, Jason already faked Bruce out once during the Hush plot. Bruce has reason to be doubtful) so everything Jason says, everything he does, is under deep scrutiny for Bruce. anything could be a manipulation tactic. i think when Jason expresses his love this time, Bruce doesn't immediately believe him. sure, he distantly remembers Jason's old crush, but the way Jason expresses love now is different. it's rough, violent, and possessive. and to be fair, Jason is mostly using it to taunt Bruce and drag out his guilt. because he doesn't expect a world where Bruce could reciprocate his feelings. Bruce won't even acknowledge them, accusing Jason of lying and being sick in the head for thinking that's a funny joke. it's part of their dance back and forth, parts of Jason that Bruce won't acknowledge because they're not neat and easily digestible. Bruce doesn't want to admit that his dead son is now a killer. he doesn't want to admit that Jason could like him romantically because somehow, Bruce will turn that into his own failings. he didn't raise Jason right, didn't set clear enough boundaries when Jason was Robin. he didn't keep Jason alive long enough for the childhood crush to fade and now, it's become something twisted and unsightly Bruce doesn't know how to face.

Bruce's own feelings would be... slow and complicated. he loves Jason, that's unquestionable. everytime they run into each other though, everytime they fight and Jason taunts him more and more, that love feels different. Bruce would lay awake at night, wondering if Jason is getting to him. how he's letting Jason change the love inside of him. the memory of Jason from before is slipping through Bruce's fingers, making Bruce wonder if Jason was always like this and Bruce just didn't see him that way. Bruce would distance himself from the rest of the Batfam. if he can develop romantic feelings for Jason, who knows what feelings could arise for the others. he has to hold them all at arms length, emotionally. and the problem is, Bruce doesn't even know how to define his love. calling it strictly romantic is... wrong. part of Jason is still his son. his sidekick. it's a tangled mess of feelings that Bruce doesn't know how to face. he's not sure if he fully reciprocates Jason's love. at the very least, he doesn't reciprocate in the way that Jason loves. Jason's love is possessive to the point of obsession. he wants Bruce all to himself and they both know it. they also both know that will never happen. Bruce will always have other loved ones (both romantic and familial) that he can't deny and Jason will never fully come first. and since Bruce doesn't return that intensity, and he keeps wanting to change Jason, Jason assumes it isn't reciprocated at all. he's basically accepted it.

i think Bruce would admit his feelings on accident. he knows it's a deadly thing if he admits his love to Jason. how it could make Jason so much more violent and likely to target Bruce's family. so he's doing his best to keep it under wraps so Jason doesn't know. Bruce knows even if he admitted his love, they wouldn't work together, so it'd just be needlessly cruel for Jason to know, in his view. he thinks he's protecting Jason. but during another fight, Bruce accidentally says it. and the whole world just stops for Jason, because this isn't something Bruce would joke or lie about. he can see the regret in bruce's eyes for admitting it, and Jason wouldn't know how to feel. should he be angry, excited, in shock. so it just stops Jason in his tracks. Bruce expected explosive violence from Jason finding out, but instead Jason is just stunned and sitting in silence. almost looking like his old self, for a moment. even though he believes Bruce, Jason still needs proof. he still asks Bruce to fuck him, to prove it. to make it real. no matter Bruce's feelings, Bruce never would've fucked Jason by his own will. but he'd do anything for Jason. anything for the chance to bring Jason back. he loves Jason, that much is true no matter how tangled that love is. so, he gives in and does it for Jason. he fucks Jason in some grimy warehouse, bring Jason home, and then fucks him again, properly in a bed with aftercare. for a moment, the fantasy is almost real. Bruce has the hope that Jason is fixable, with Jason pressed against him, warm and pliant after sex.

of course it doesn't last. Jason wants more and more from Bruce, more than Bruce is willing to give. their love devolves to screaming and more fighting. sometimes their fights end in fucking, sometimes they don't. it's volatile either way. Jason has threatened just about every person close to Bruce under the sun, and none of it gets bruce to break and give more. even in love, they're always chasing each other and trying to get something the other can't give. they both know what the other could be capable of, if they were willing to change. and that's what makes it all the more frustrating. Bruce knows Jason is capable of kindness, he's seen it in Jason before. and Jason knows what kind of weapon Bruce could be if he just let go of his morals. it's so close for both of them, but in the end, neither of them get what they want. doesn't stop them from crawling into each other's bed, though. they will always seek each other out. need each other. that weird fucked up love you can't put a name to.

[hischierlovebot]

Hello hrpf friends, I have a question for you today:

When it comes to hrpf, do you mostly focus on your favourite team(s) or no?

(considering "team" players from that team, NicoJack is devils, mattdrai you can count half and half)

[buckxtommy]

do you recommend any good TommyBuck fic? if there is any

sorry it took me sooo long to respond to this anon, i don't rly use ao3 and have read only a handful of fics in my life. my best and two favorite recs would be:

evan, elated and euphoric by brewrosemilk 16.5K | Explicit

you can find the author here at @gayhoediaz who in my opinion, is thee smutsmith of all time who understands their dynamic in a way no one else does (she had an anon saying this fic should be required reading and I AGREE) and this fic specifically made me yell from excitement 💖

you can reblog the fic here

&

call me by... by evcndiaz 1.2K | Teen and Up

you can find the author here at @buckttommy and you should read all of her fics actually bec she is doing MAGIC with words & her fics are so soft and sweet and they will easily become your comfort fics that you will read over and over again just like they did for me !!! 💖

you can reblog the fic here

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

I have come up with a question.

Who I'd your favorite Genshin character and why?

By reading your fics I can't tell if it's zhongli or childe.

zhongli by leaps and bounds actually

i do love childe don't get me wrong; i just love zhongli far more

as for why, i wouldn't know how to word it in a way that wouldn't take me any less than writing CN took me LMAO the reason why you might think childe is up there among my favorites (he is, he's just not as close to the top as you might think) i'd assume is probably because of the fics, yes? but the thing about the fics is while i've already mentioned i'm not exactly projecting onto childe nor, god forbid, using him as a self-insert for the author – i am more or less of the opinion that the way childe would love zhongli in a story would more often than not align quite well with the way i myself love zhongli as a character. (which is why i find bgtea's eoos and jouicifer's npc so interesting) so like- the reason why childe is usually the main pov character for my zhongchi fics is because i get to write how much i love zhongli as a concept via the lens of a character who would also love him in a similar fashion; only i also get to spice it up with childe's own character quirks, bc i think he's fascinating as well, just in a different direction. that might be why i've yet to write a zhongli pov zhongchi: not as easy to write about how much i love the character's concept if he himself is the pov, and i feel like zhongli's way of loving childe as a concept wouldn't be able to fill a fic the same way it does the other way around. not that he doesn't love him! i just haven't figured out how to write that pov for that long yet. if you're curious, i'd have to say my current favorites list goes kind of like this: zhongli way ahead of all the others, then wriothesley and neuvillette around the same realm, then navia, then kuki, then baizhu, then childe, and then like- in no particular order, furina, clorinde, diluc, jean, qiqi, xiao, xingqiu, chongyun, beidou, fischl, thoma, ayato, layla, yanfei, yaoyao, dehya, shenhe and most of the others. also to the side there'd be alhaitham, separate from the list, bc i love him but i also detest him in a particular way. i guess pity him is a better word, watching how the fandom treats him feels like taking physical dmg. if you're thinking of a particular artist like an outlier you're probably wrong, but i'm not going to point fingers bc why would i do that. (i do have a handful of characters i dislike but in the spirit of not being an asshole i'm just not going to list them)

anyway- yeah that's pretty much it;; maybe one day i'll make a zhongli pov zhongchi and it'd be a bit clearer what i mean by that, but you know me, i don't control the inspiration ToT

[random-fandoms-stuff]

Getting emotionally destroyed by a bowigi fic

Loving every second of it honestly lol

If anyone else wants to be emotionally distroyed too heres the link. Its not complete but its like 18 chapters right now with 82,183 words so its long

Chapter 9 killing me

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i know it’s not gonna happen but trent crimm and ted lasso. aw.

[cementcornfield]

out of curiosity do you follow any hockey teams/players? hope you’ve been having a lovely day also <3

i'm gonna be honest, the only hockey player that exists to me is tyler seguin because of the Body Issue shoot, That Tweet, and he's very, very attractive.

but other than that, no, i'm not really into it!