#was it my general being a loner or was there An Incident

[yardsards]

thinking about the fact that i was so socially awkward as a teen that the school wanted to me out of class to attend "social skills classes" once a week (to which i attended one and demanded i be removed from the program cuz it was just me and about a dozen equally uncomfortable probably-autistic kids who also probably did not want to be there, being forced to do icebreaker activities by deeply condescending special education teachers)

how did i not receive an autism diagnosis til i was nearly an adult and specifically advocated for myself to be taken to a professional to get checked out for autism and adhd???

[happy74827]

Burning Bridges

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Upon an incident that was out of your control, Dexter comes to the realization that it wasn't just a coincidence.

WC: 1951

Category: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort

I forgot how much I missed this show (him), so I decided to write another. It's been so long since I last wrote for him that I actually see the difference in my writing. It's wack.

『••✎••』

Dexter was many things… a brother, a son, a pro bowler, a serial killer… but what he lacked was being a good friend.

He didn't understand friendship or its value. It was something that he simply couldn't grasp. Sure, he was able to fake it well enough in order to make sure that people liked him and didn't find him too creepy or strange, but there was never any real emotional connection. In his mind, everyone was either someone he needed or someone he didn't need, and he would treat them accordingly. The only exceptions to this rule were his sister, Debra, and you.

The two of you had met back in college, having been assigned to be each other's partners for a group project. It was a poetry class and a course that Dexter hadn't really wanted to take, but a general education requirement and the promise of an easy A convinced him to at least show-up and suffer through it. Well, for a guy who had to fake every single aspect of his personality in order to fit in with society, it turned out that poetry didn’t come quite as easily as he thought it would.

He had always found the art form to be rather silly, with all the emphasis on metaphors and flowery language. There was no purpose or goal other than to be creative and artsy, and it bored him to no end. The first time you had sat down with him to discuss the project, you could tell how much he didn't want to be there, and the look of complete disinterest on his face as he tried to figure out what your poem meant was the most hilarious thing that you had seen in a while. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound of which made him sit up and give you a quizzical look.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, confused.

"Nothing," you replied, still giggling. "It's just that I can tell that you don't like poetry."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you haven't said a word; you're just sitting there, staring off into space and twirling your pencil between your fingers," you told him, and he glanced down at the utensil as if he didn't realize that he was doing that.

"Oh. Sorry, I guess," he apologized, his tone making it clear that he was actually a little annoyed at having been called out on his inattentiveness.

"That's okay. I like poetry, so I'll be happy to do most of the work," you offered, smiling sweetly, and his eyebrows raised.

And that you did. In fact, you loved it so much that you majored in English and planned on getting your Masters, while Dexter got his degree in criminology. It was a nice trade-off because while he struggled in poetry, getting down into the debts of his feelings that were nonexistent, you struggled with chemistry, unable to wrap your head around the subject no matter how hard you tried.

So, the two of you had a mutually beneficial agreement. You did all the work for the poetry class, and in exchange, he tutored you in chemistry and made sure that you got a decent grade. Once the class was over and done with, the two of you stayed friends, though you had very little in common. Dexter had no interest in books, and you had no interest in criminology. He was a loner, and you had plenty of friends. You were a romantic, and he was completely unromantic. He didn't even have a girlfriend, and you had been in three different relationships over the course of the two years that you had known him.

Still, the two of you got along well enough. You were one of the only people that Dexter could actually stand for more than five minutes, and he was the same to you. So you went out to the bar sometimes, hung out with his sister, and did your best to keep him company while also doing your best to try to set him up on dates, hoping that one of these days, he'd actually find someone. It eventually did work out when you found him Rita, but as of right now, she had broken up with him, and he was back to being a lonely bachelor which it didn't bother him much until now.

You were in the hospital, your head wrapped and bandaged like a mummy. You were apparently attacked outside the grocery store, and if it wasn’t for the small instructions he had given you for self-defense, you most likely wouldn’t have survived.

At first, Dexter didn’t think of it as anything important in terms of his line of work. He believed it to be a coincidence, a random crime in the night. But it turned into something more the night he decided to visit with some cake.

“How’s the head?” He asked as he came inside, seeing you propped up reading. Of course, you were reading.

You shrugged. “Like I’m wearing a sweater hat, but it doesn't hurt, so there's that." You paused, setting down your book and glancing at him. "I’m still salty about my groceries. Almost two hundred dollars I spent on that stuff. Gone. Wasted. Poof."

Dexter had to chuckle a bit. "Hey, I can't do much about the food, but I brought you something," he said, revealing the white box.

"Is it chocolate? If it is, I love you," you joked.

"No, it's just vanilla. But, here."

He opened the lid and showed you, and you immediately lit up.

"Awww, Dexter! You are the best friend ever," you gushed, giving him a warm smile.

He smiled back. "It's the least I could do."

He was cutting it up for you when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to notice, but out in the hall, a shadow passed by the window. His body went on alert, eyes flickering towards the door. He couldn’t see much, but he could make out an elderly man with gray hair and a beard.

Dexter's face remained unchanged, though his body language betrayed him as he sat the cake knife down. He knew that look. That look in a man's eyes when he was looking at prey. This was a predator.

"Hey, uh, what was that description again? Of the man who attacked you," Dexter asked, his tone a bit distracted.

"You mean Santa Claus on drugs? That pretty much sums it up. Why?" You looked up, confused.

"I don't know. It's probably nothing."

But it was something. The man had apparently come back to finish the job, and Dexter's jaw clenched at the thought. He was already planning his death in his mind. It wouldn’t be pretty. He gave you a piece of cake, swearing that he’d be back soon before going after the man. He stopped at the lobby momentarily, informing Angel to keep an eye on you, which, of course, the cop complied with.

Angel was a good cop. He was loyal, smart, and a damn good shot. But there was one thing that made him a great cop. He cared about his city and the people in it. He would protect the innocent no matter the cost, especially when it came down to those he was closest to. He was the kind of guy who would risk his life without a second thought if it meant saving others.

This is why Dexter liked Angel and why he was the only one that he trusted with this job.

Finding the man was extremely easy on his part. Dexter already knew what the guy’s plan was, so he stuck around outside the parking lot, watching the shadows. After a few minutes, the man appeared, heading towards the entrance once again.

He never got that far.

A hand was clamped over his mouth while the other dragged him away from the double doors and towards the side of the building. Dexter didn’t pull out his knife, though, only resorting to his arms as he applied pressure against his throat. The man fought, trying to break free, but he didn't get the chance. Dexter didn’t kill him, no, not yet, but his arm was still strong, and he had no plans to let go.

“Listen closely. If you so much as look the wrong way, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. Understand? Nod if you do," he threatened, his voice calm and even. The man nodded, terrified, his eyes wide.

"Good," Dexter replied, “Why are you here?"

The man was quiet, but he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were watering.

"Talk. That girl, why are you after her?"

"I’m not—”

"You attacked her, and now you came back to finish the job, did you not? Who sent you?"

The man was sweating; his face was flushed and red. Dexter was pressing too hard, and his victim was starting to lose air. He didn’t care.

"Who?" He repeated.

The man choked, unable to speak.

"Last chance. Who sent you? And don't lie to me."

The man didn’t answer, and Dexter tightened his hold. That finally did it. The man began to squirm violently, trying to break free, but it was too late. His face started to turn purple, and Dexter had to adjust his grip and pull him closer.

“It wasn’t personal! I had to! I didn't have a choice! It was just a job!" He gasped out, struggling for air. “I got paid to do it. I was just doing what I was told! Please, please, don't kill me."

"Who was it?"

"I—I don’t know. It was some lady. I met her at a bar. She didn’t give her name, but he wasn’t American. She gave me ten thousand dollars and told me that the job was to attack this chick in the parking lot and make it look like an attempted robbery. Said it had to be done in a couple of days. Listen, man, I didn't want to do it. But the money—"

"What did she look like?" Dexter cut in.

"Dark hair. Young. I don't know! I don't know, I swear. She wore sunglasses the whole time. Please, don’t kill me. Please."

Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The Dark Passenger was roaring, the realization washing over him like cold water.

Lila.

Everything made sense now. The way she had suddenly showed up out of nowhere, the incident outside the bowling alley, her sudden interest in you. It all made sense. She was behind it. She had done it.

Dexter wanted to snap the man's neck. He wanted to rip his throat out. He wanted to take his knife and stab him over and over again, to punish him for what he had done to you, but he refrained. He had the answers he needed, and the cameras around were still running.

He dropped him and watched him collapse, gasping for air. He didn't move, too scared and in shock to do so. Dexter didn’t say a word; his anger was silent, but it was boiling beneath his skin.

He was going to kill her. He was going to hunt her down and end her, and there was no place on Earth where she could hide.

“You ever, and I mean ever, come near her again; I will tear out your spine and make you choke on it. Understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I understand."

Dexter didn’t say anything else; he simply walked off, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had a lot to think about.

[la2yn0va]

Hello Sensei! In celebration of me finally beating Shadow of Feixiao. Can i humbly request some Shadow the hedgehog like male reader x yandere kafka, Robin, Firefly, Black Swan and Feixiao? The reader was not born really. More like made to be the ultimate lifeform. The reader is one of the top strongest in the universe, being soo powerful that he has to wear special bracelets to contains his powers. He has access to chaos magic and has a few more powers that only he can use. The reader is a loner and doesn't trust anyone reader being someone hard to approach

CW: Yandere Characters.

Note: This. Is my favorite request to date. Yes, it’s because of shadow the hedgehog 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Also you disrespectful bastard! Those ‘bracelets’ are called Inhibitor Rings! Respect the lore, damnit!!

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Feixiao

She first learned about your existence from General Yueyu. Some creation made years ago that was given the title of ‘ultimate life form’

A creation made to perfectly counter all abominations on the xianzhou, someone so powerful it would take an aeon or two too defeat. Or so she said.

To say little feixiao was interested was a major understatement. If this were true, where were you? What ship were you in? Why hasn’t she heard of you anywhere else?

When she asked yueyu this, the general had a face of regret and sadness, before saying the information was classified.

Years later, she met you, the fabled ‘ultimate life form’ was an enemy of the xianzhou. She couldn’t believe it, Yueyu spoke so highly of you, so why’re you an enemy?

And just like general Yueyu said, you were STRONG. Hell, possibly the strongest being in the entire xianzhou and universe.

But, as a general, it was her duty to stop you. So you two fight, and she gets utterly defeated. She’d never known defeat like this, power like yours. Just WHAT were you?

For the next days, every general and the astral express crew, even the marshal of the xianzhou had confronted to stop you, all the generals were forced to play a supporting role, as the marshal was the only one able to deal damage to you.

However, it didn’t matter, your plan had been successful. Inputting 7 ancient gems into the core of the xianzhou and causing it to self destruct while having some biological monster protecting it.

Feixiao couldn’t believe YOU were meant to be the great savior Yueyu talked so highly about. But then, once the gems were entered, a video began to play on everything and anything that had a screen, reveling the dark truth.

Your creator was betrayed, his granddaughter killed by the xianzhou military! And the marshal herself being the one who betrayed the great doctor. Showing long lost and thought to be destroyed footage of the dark incident Hundreds if not thousands of years ago. (Not doing the 50 years ago, cause why not)

It was at the point everyone lost hope. The marshal herself was a traitor to one of the greatest scientists and ally to the xianzhou, even the generals will were shaken. And the astral express couldn’t help but feel sorrow for you.

But, with a powerful speech from the marshal, everyone’s will and hope were restored and the generals, the nameless, large almost unending numbers of cloud knights, and the marshal went down to stop you.

But, the bio-lizard got in their way. It would see its creators plan through the very end. It was a monster, all cloud knights were flies it swatted dead, the generals focusing all their strength to defeat the lizard.

Only feixiao and the marshal were able to get past the impossibly defense of the lizard, who was luckily for them, to distracted to notice. The two ran down the hallway and saw you, watching the fight through a holographic screen.

Feixiao tried to move towards you, but the marshal stopped her before taking a piece of fallen debris and throwing it towards you, seeing an invisible death shield surrounding you.

Marshal: M/n!! Stop this madness!!

M/n:…you’ve got some nerve. To betray my creator, get Maria killed! And lock me away for years upon years!!

Feixiao: Tsk…! M/n, we need you! Please help us!

Feixiao blurted out, much to the shock of the marshal and m/n.

Feixiao: You were made to be the strongest force for the xianzhou!! Why are you so intent on destroying it!!

M/n:….Doesn’t matter. It's all going according to plan. There's no reason for me to help them. Besides, there's no way to save anyone. All of them are unsaveable, pathetic, and childish. Only then will the marshal feel the consequences of her betrayal!

Feixiao: Forget the marshal! Hate her all you want, but not the people of the xianzhou! There innocent! Was this maria’s last wish!? For you to become the enemy! Hated, feared, a boogeyman!?

Marshal:….I know what I’ve done to you is unforgivable. I know that you’ll never forgive me. Even if you kill me, you’ll never forgive me. But the people of the Xianzhou are innocent. I know that people fight over the most trivial things. Some people may be selfish, like the professor said... but they're good, if they try their best and never give up on their wishes. They always have a reason to be happy; that's why you should help them out! Saving them is a good thing! M/n, I beg you, please do it for them! Give them a chance!

The marshal pleaded, bowing to you much to the shock of feixiao. To see the marshal like this was almost… fictionally impossible. However, Feixiao’s words seemed to strike you, as you remembered Maria’s true last words.

M/n:….Maria….

You said as the marshal and feixiao looked up seeing a horrified and saddened realization dawn on you, a single tear falling down from your face, before you forcibly ripped out one of the ancient gems.

M/n: I…I have to stop this! I have to keep my promise to her!!

You declared before using your monstrous strength to rip out all the emeralds and jump down from the platform, running towards the biolizard.

The biolizard stopped its killing blow on Yanqing and March as it felt a shift. Something had changed, the xianzhou wasn’t shaking… you had betrayed your creator!!

The biolizard released a horrific shriek of rage, shaking the very soul of everyone who heard it. The lizard turned to see you running towards it with the chaos emeralds, as you focused on your sadness, Maria, the professor, and your promise to her—turning super.

Everyone could only watch as the lizard and you fought, each impact shaking the universe itself. A beautiful spectacle infront of them as your speed and strength left them in awe, wondering if your power could rival that of the aeons.

Eventually, the lizard couldn’t contain its rage nor its own existence as you ripped off the machinery that kept it alive, as it expanded, ready to nuke this whole stellar system. But, you saved them, using chaos control to teleport yourself and the lizard away, FAR away. Managing to somehow teleport it to IX itself, having the lizard be swallowed whole by the black hole of the end as it released its final explosion of energy.

—Okay now that the story is over, let’s get to the point of this request—

Your body was blasted away as IX swallowed the biolizard, killing it as its explosion blasted you away. Your body crashed through multiple planets, destroying the rock and any life forms on it before it crashed down onto the xianzhou’s outer ship.

The ship shook and spun horizontally 5 times before stopping. Everyone was confused at what could’ve cause this. The marshal went outside and saw you. You were still alive! After 50 years!?

She took you in and decided to keep your existence a secret for now. She cared for your body until you awoke. After punching the marshal in the face, she began to fill you in on everything that happened after the Great War with you 50 years ago.

Although you’d never forgive her, you needed to keep your promise to Maria. So, you tell her your joining the cloud knights, not to serve her, but to keep maria’s promise.

She agreed and asked what ship you wanted to join. You remembered that foxian/borisin general. Being the first general you fought, and being…unique, you wanted her ship.

Feixiao was then informed of this which shocked her. But, surprisingly, she accepted with what seemed like… joy? Nevertheless, you ran to the yaoqing and met her at the cloud knights headquarters, where she greeted you with friendliness.

Feixiao would have you on the four front of battles, leading a platoon, but you declined. You refused to work with anyone and you would only work alone.

Feixiao felt a little pang hit her but agreed. You were strong enough anyway, so she allowed it. And over the years, she grew close to you.

The battles and bloodshed you two would spill from the borisin was beautiful, watching as your guard slowly but surely lowered around her, seeing you smile only to her made her feel special.

She keeps you as close as she can. Letting you sleep in her house and bed, cooking for you and even wanting to bathe you. Daily trainings with you at the gym, along with hundreds of spars and competitions a day.

To feixiao, you two were already in a relationship. After all you lived together! And you only smiled at her! Of course you loved her back…!

And since you’re completely distrustful of everyone else, the thought of someone stealing you away was laughable and fictional. It’ll never happen.

So, feixiao never overreacts when someone ogles at you or tries to get close to you. Cause 10/10 times, you’d just teleport away from the area.

Kafka

Kafka heard of you from Elio. Apparently you’re supposed to join the stellaron hunters as its final member.

With the help of Sam, she used her webs to catch you and Sam used his mech suit to slow your pace. Simply trying to stop you from falling took all her strength along with firefly’s mecha suit, which made her even more curious about you.

They’d take you back to their little hideout and nurture you until you wake up. Which would only be a month. You wake up and look around, not recognizing the area around you.

Kafka is there though, and she introduces herself to you, along with the entire deal with the ‘stellaron hunters’

Seeing as it was apparently ‘destiny’ that they saved you, and that this would possibly be the best way to up hold your promise, you accept their invitation.

You go on missions and learn about what’s changed in the cosmos since the battle at the xianzhou. Apparently a lot has changed, but none that you care about.

Kafka slowly begins to become infatuated with you, you were just so adorable. The ‘loner’ demeanor of yours that hid the cutie you were was so addicting to her.

She ain’t afraid to show it. She’s blunt with her desires and romantic at the same time. Oh how your adorable face lights up with a blush due to your emotional inexperience~

Kafka LOVES to dress you up and do your hair. Also, she sleeps in your room with you. She knows you love it despite your cute little struggles.

On missions, kafka takes the time to rub her thighs and tits against you, to show everyone exactly who you belong to.

Kafka likes to puppet you closer to her, making you sit on her lap and bringing you in for a HEAAATED 1 hour make out session. Purposefully leaving lipstick on your lips, chin, jawline, and neck.

Robin

Robin like everyone else, had heard of you. How your power was rumored to rival that of the aeons. At first, she couldn’t believe it, someone so strong existing as a mortal? No way, right?

But then she saw you at the main lobby of penacony. Your appearance matched to what she heard of you, down to your hairstyle and the small details of your clothes.

She was amazed by your beauty, and the fact that you were real. She approached you with Sunday, who had his own interest in you.

You blew them off, not interested in some pop star and her brother. They were slightly put off but decided to chase you, still having some questions of their own.

Inside the actual penacony, robin acts as your tour guide. She doesn’t try to dig into your life, as it’s none of her business. But she does want to stick around you.

Your whole dynamic is her wanting to stick around you, and you trying to get away. Let’s skip to when you two eventually get close enough for others to consider you to in a relationship.

Robin is clingy but will let go of you if you ask, and you never ask her to let go as you don’t want to hurt her feelings.

Sunday, much to his dismay, uses robin to get you closer to him and the family’s goal. He plans to use you to successfully enact his plans.

But, you’re extremely distrustful of him and the family. Something about them is just, off. Sunday and the family grow increasingly annoyed at your intuition.

So, they decide to take you by force. They try to use a smaller type of the Harmonious Choir to make you submit. But you easily destroy the mission and go to kill Sunday, only for Robin to step in, begging you to not hurt her brother.

Your eyes grow feral, robin…. How could you be so stupid!? She was in on this! So, you punch her into her brother, spitting on them and declaring them pathetic and a blight of Xipe before leaving forever.

Robin desperately tried to stop you, make you stay with her, but it was no use. Your mind was made up and you couldn’t care less about penacony, Sunday, the family, or robin.

So with one more punch, you leave penacony forever, and Sunday runs to his sister cursing at himself for his failure and for getting his sister hurt.

Robin wasn’t able to be herself for a full month. How could she? The person she loved had left her and hurt her! And her brother was a catalyst to that.

Sunday desperately tries to make it up to robin, but she just can’t bring herself to forgive him. Why did he try that? Why did her hurt YOU. And she hates herself for it.

She hates how weak she is, not being able to stop you, not being able to clear up the obvious misunderstanding between you and the family/her brother.

So, she leaves penacony. She can’t live with the knowledge that you hate her. She’ll track you down and bring you back to her, even if she has to get in her knees and beg.

Black Swan

Black swan teleported you to her little dimension, watching as you crashed into the ground and made the whole place shake.

She’s so interested in you. Your genetical structure, your story, your memories, and your prowess.

Black swan keeps you with her. As she wants to learn a lot about you. She’s patience, and doesn’t try to read your memories, shockingly.

After all, what would happen to her if she tried to pry the memories out of an…. ‘Aeonling?’ It’s just too risky.

She loves to watch you from a far though. You’re just so adorable. That little ‘loner’ demeanor of yours made you even more of a cutie.

Trying to hide your personality from her made her fall harder for you. Also seeing you try to ‘call out her fraudulent divination’ was cute.

She helps you with your trauma while making you more reliant on her. Making you face your trauma in a healthy manner while also manipulating your memories and putting some memories that never happened into your head.

Such as you two going on dates, playing some games, cuddling. Little did you know, she’d cuddle you everytime you went to sleep.

These memories make you ease up to her much quicker, just as she predicted. She holds you close and hums a lullaby for you, while playing with your hair like Maria did.

Firefly

This one short, cause it’s just like kafka, except she’s much more nervous and reserved as firefly, yet more confident as Sam….

Yes, this is the laziness and tiredness catching up to me…. I’m so sorry. I’m just so tired of this and other shit making my anxiety rise.

[goodtoembrace]

"There is Lestat, first and foremost, the author of four books of his life and his adventures comprising everything you could ever possibly want to know about him and some of us. Lestat, ever the maverick and the laughing trickster. Six feet tall, a young man of twenty when made, with huge warm blue eyes and thick flashy blond hair, square of jaw, with a generous beautifully shaped mouth and skin darkened by a sojourn in the sun which would have killed a weaker vampire, a ladies' man, an Oscar Wildean fantasy, the glass of fashion, the most bold and disregarding dusty vagabond on occasion, loner, wanderer, heart-breaker and wise guy, dubbed the "Brat Prince" by my old Master - yes, imagine it, my Marius, yes, my Marius, who did indeed survive the torches of the Roman Coven-dubbed by Marius the 'Brat Prince,' though in whose Court and by whose Divine Right and whose Royal Blood I should like to know. Lestat, stuffed with the blood of the most ancient of our kind, indeed the very blood of the Eve of our species, some five to seven thousand years the survivor of her Eden, a perfect horror who, emerging from the deceptive poetical title of Queen Akasha of Those Who Must Be Kept, almost destroyed the world. Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist.

[...]

But Lestat was calling. Lestat was, or so he claimed, afraid. I had to go. The last time he'd been in trouble, I hadn't been free to rush to his rescue. There is a story to that, but nothing as important as this one which I tell now. Now I knew that my hard-won peace of mind might be shattered by the mere contact with him, but he wanted me to come, so I went.

[...]

Of course I knew the very moment that he left this world. I felt it. I was in New York already, very near to him and aware that you were there as well. Neither of us meant to let him out of our sight if at all possible. Then came the moment when he vanished in the blizzard, when he was sucked out of the earthly atmosphere as if he'd never been there. Being his fledgling you couldn't hear the perfect silence that descended when he vanished. You couldn't know how completely he'd been withdrawn from all things minuscule yet material which had once echoed with the beating of his heart. I knew.

[...]

I didn't fear for Lestat, not really. I had no hopes for his adventure, except that he would appear sooner or later and tell us some fantastical yarn. It would be regular Lestat talk, for nobody aggrandizes as he does his preposterous adventures. This is not to say that he hasn't switched bodies with a human. I know that he has. This is not to say that he didn't wake our fearsome goddess Mother, Akasha; I know that he did. This is not to say that he didn't smash my old superstitious Coven to bits and pieces in the garish years before the French Revolution. I've already told you so. But it's the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens me, the way that he connects one incident to another as though all these random and grisly occurrences were in fact links in some significant chain. They are not. They are capers. And he knows it. But he must make a gutter theatrical out of stubbing his toe. The James Bond of the Vampires, the Sam Spade of his own pages! A rock singer wailing on a mortal stage for all of two hours and, on the strength of that, retiring with a slew of recordings that feed him filthy lucre still from human agencies to this very night. He has a knack for making tragedy of tribulation, and forgiving himself for anything and everything in every confessional paragraph he pens. I can't fault him, really. I cannot help but hate it that he lies now in a coma on the floor of his chapel here, staring into a self-contained silence, despite the fledglings that circle him for precisely the same reason as I did, to see for themselves if the blood of Christ has transformed him somehow and he does not represent some magnificent manifestation of the miracle of the Transubstantiation. But I'll come to that soon enough. I've ranted myself into a little corner. I know why I resent him so, and find it so soothing to hammer at his reputation, to beat upon his immensity with both my fists. He has taught me too much. He has brought me to this very moment, here, where I stand dictating to you my past with a coherence and calm that would have been impossible before I came to his assistance with his precious Memnoch the Devil and his vulnerable little Dora. Two hundred years ago he stripped me of illusions, lies, excuses, and thrust me on the Paris pavements naked to find my way back to a glory in the starlight that I had once known and too painfully lost. But as we waited finally in the handsome high-rise apartment above St. Patrick's Cathedral, I had no idea how much more he could strip from me, and I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him now, and, owing him all that I am and know, I can do nothing to make him wake from his frigid sleep. But let me take things one at a time. What good is it to go back down now to the chapel here and lay my hands on him again and beg him to listen to me, when he lies as though all sense has truly left him and will never return. I can't accept this. I won't. I've lost all patience; I've lost the numbness that was my consolation. I find this moment intolerable."

THIS CHAPTER ISN'T OVER YET AND IT'S ALREADY PEAK INSANITY OMG

[ghost-runner]

He is not the only Anomaly: Pt. 1

Wrongfully bitten Spider-Man Male Reader x Gwen Stacy — Into the Spider-verse and Across the Spider-verse Male Reader insert

Information: On Earth-199999, there was a young teen around the age of 15 going by the name of Y/N Parker. Y/N Parker is the son of May Parker and is the younger cousin to one Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man. Y/N Parker is a kid genius and the generally down-to-earth kind of guy. Y/N is a loner and does not have many friends apart from his best friend, Ned; his friend, Harry Osborne; his cousin, Peter; and Peter’s girlfriend, MJ. However unlike the many other dimensions out there, Y/N is the only one like himself out there, but like Miles Morales, Y/N ended up getting accidentally bitten by a radioactive spider that was not from his realm while on a field trip to Oscorp and he gained a lot of the powers that his cousin Peter has and some of the powers that quite a few different Spider heroes have from across the various dimensions of the Spider-Verse. This allowed him to become the Shadow Spider of Earth-199999 due to his powers allowing him to hide in plain sight and in the shadows. Peter brought his cousin before the Avengers and was made an official member after Peter, Natasha, and Tony all spoke on his behalf. When Y/N was the Shadow Spider for about 4 months, he went into some sort of portal and was teleported to Miles’s dimension after the whole Kingpin collider incident at Alchemax for the first time. While there, he met a range of different Spider-people like Gwen Stacy, Peter B. Parker, Spider-Noir, Spider-Ham, and Peni Parker as well as meeting Miles Morales. He figured out immediately about the situation involving the Spider-People and Multiverse or in this case, the Spider-Verse while everyone who wasn’t from Miles’s dimension began “glitching out” thanks to begin a kid genius. After everything went down and it was time to go home, Y/N shared a close bond between himself, Gwen, and Miles, gaining two new close friends, but they had to go home to their own dimensions. However, things have gotten intense lately when a new villain shows up in Y/N’s dimension. That villain being the Spot that appeared in Miles’s dimension.

Information on abilities and powers: All normal Spider Powers like wallcralling/running, Spider Sense, super strength, and heightened reflexes, etc; Organic webbing that comes straight from his wrist; electrical power that can be used in in both fighting and through Y/N’s webs, Venom Blast, Camouflage, Night Vision, small Healing Factor

Note: I thought of this idea while just laying around on my bed at like 2 in the morning. I liked it, but I don’t know how other people will receive this idea. Y/N will be rocking one of the three Spider-Man suits of your choice below. I’m leaving three options for a Spider-Man Stealth suit for people to choose.

#1

#2

#3

I hope these options were good for anyone reading. Personally, I would choose #2 because it seems more like something a 15 year old would be able to make on his own given enough time and effort.

— Y/N POV

I was walking home from school to my apartment that I live at with my mom and my cousin, Peter, when I saw Mysterio causing chaos around Queens. I immediately knew that I would have to cancel my plans later for joining Ned and Peter in building some Star Wars Legos. I duck down into a alleyway and swap out my hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers for my Shadow Spider suit. As I got my Spider suit on, my suit’s AI turned on and spoke.

Suit AI: Greetings, Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see you again.

Y/N: Yeah, it’s always nice to see you too, Anna.

I had decided to call my suit’s AI “Anna” to give it a little more of a personality. Peter called his suit’s AI “Karen”

Anna: Shall I let any of the Avengers know about the current situation?

Y/N: Eh, not right now, Anna. I’m sure I can handle it.

Anna: If you say so.

Y/N: Getting snarky now, are we?

Anna: I have no idea what you mean.

Y/N in a sarcastic tone: Sure you don’t, Anna, sure you don’t.

Anna: I detect sarcasm.

I just chuckle at Anna’s remark. I then toss my backpack into the air and web it to a wall in the alleyway to ensure it doesn’t go anywhere. I started webswinging over to where Mysterio was causing mayhem when I saw my cousin webswinging over to Mysterio as well. I hit Mysterio with a web and pulled him away from harming a family that was running away.

Mysterio: Argh! What the fuck is your problem?!

Shadow Spider: Oh, sorry for stopping you from hurting innocent people, asshat!

Mysterio: Just wait until I squash you like the insect you are! You’re de—

Mysterio was cut off by Spider-Man punching him across the face.

Spider-Man: Oh save it, Mysterio.

SS: Nice to see you join the party, Spider-Man!

SM: It’s always a pleasure, Shadow Spider!

SS: Let’s beat this asshole!

After I said that, Mysterio began summoning all sorts of drones to attack the two of us.. Spider-Man and I began to destroy as many drones as we could. I saw an opening and I webbed Mysterio and pulled him towards me before sucker punching him across the face. Mysterio managed to grab me and throw me backwards into a building. I went through about three walls before I stopped. I pulled myself out of the wall that I was wedged in and I ran out and jumped through the hole I was thrown in. I webbed back to where Mysterio and Spider-Man are. Spider-Man was webbing up Mysterio and I landed on top of Mysterio, causing him to wince as I helped Spider-Man to web the villain up. After enough webbing was on Mysterio, we used the opportunity to web him to the wall and made sure that he could not move a muscle or get free from the webs. I slapped Mysterio across the face and webbed his mouth shut. I quickly stuck a note to his face after said slap with said note saying “To the Avengers and NYPD. From your your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and Shadow Spider��� on it. Spider-Man and I both began webslinging away from Mysterio and we got onto a secluded rooftop away from prying eyes. I take my mask off to reveal my face with my short (Y/H/C) (Y/H/C = your hair color) fade haircut and I see Peter remove his mask to show me his 18 year old face.

Peter: Nice job, cuz.

Y/N: Same to you, Peter. Go on ahead, I’ll meet you back home.

I see Peter put his mask back on and start swinging away back home. I duck back down into the same alleyway from before and grab my backpack just before I quickly change into my hoodie, sweats, and sneakers back on. However, when I finished changing, I saw a weird glitchy looking portal open up a few feet away from me. I was about to walk away from the portal and pretend that it was nothing, but I heard some screams and fighting coming from inside of the portal.

Y/N: Fuck. Well, like the saying goes: “Fortune favors the bold”. Fuck it.

I run to the portal and backflip into it. While going through the portal, I see all sorts of different dimensions that have all sorts of different Spider-people. One dimension having a Spider-Woman that ended up being my mother, May Parker; a dimension with sentient cars and a car spider-person, you get the idea with shit like that.

Y/N: What the fuck?

After a few more minutes of seeing the different dimensions, the portal spit me out in the same alleyway from before, but this one had two of those “influencers” from TikTok or Vine or whatever site they post to. The portal closed before they saw me and when they did, I just waved and pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head to keep my face concealed. Once I’m out of the alley, I look up to hears something on the news and see something I didn’t expect to see.

(What Y/N saw)

Y/N: What the hell? Peter’s dead? And he’s 26? He looks nothing like my cousin. Okay, it’s clear I’m not in my normal New York anymore. Fuck, alright. Y/N, calm down, figure out a plan.

However, I felt someone’s presence behind me and I turn to see an officer of the PDNY behind me. I see his badge says Officer Morales.

Jefferson Morales: Hey kid, you okay?

Y/N: Yeah….yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Hey, do you know where Brooklyn Visions Academy is by chance? I need to get there watch my cousin’s recital. I promised her I’d be there tonight.

I pray to god that my lie doesn’t make the officer suspicious of me at all. I don’t attend Visions Academy back in my dimension, but it is on the way to my high school.

Jeff: Of course I do, believe it or not, my son goes there, it’s that way. -Jeff points down the road-

Y/N: Got it, I appreciate the assistance, officer, thank you!

Jeff: No problem. Enjoy your day, kid.

I watch him walk away and I immediately start walking in the direction the guy pointed in to not make him suspicious, but I cut into a coffee shop and head into the bathroom. I lock the door and I look at myself in the mirror before taking a few deep breaths to calm down and think about what has happened. However, that was short lived by me starting to glitch.

Y/N: -lets out a few grunts of pain while glitching before he stops- Fuck! What the hell was that? I need to figure out what is going on and I need to find a way to get home. I might as well head to Visions Academy just as a cover.

I leave the coffee shop and I start making my way to the Academy when I see a kid around the age of 15 with an Afro sticking to the side of a building, looking incredibly freaked out.

Y/N: Okay, you don’t usually see that in your average New York City, but then again, when is NYC ever normal? I mean we have fucking superheroes and all sorts of different villainous bullshit going on in the universe somewhere. Fuck it, I need to find somewhere to bunker down.

I see a manhole in the street and I look around to make sure nobody is around and see that there is nobody around. I use my webs and pull the manhole out to be able to climb down to the subway tunnels beneath the city. Once I manage to make it down, I start carefully trekking through the dark, utilizing my night vision I obtained from being bitten by the spider that gave me my powers. I manage to find a small area that has a workbench, a few lockers, and a map of the underground subway system as well as a map for all of NYC. (Think of the metro tunnels fast travel location from Dead Island 2) I get to work on finding out just what the bell is going on.

Y/N: Let’s see….I know I’m not back home anymore, but just what dimension am I in.

I start looking over the map to see if there is any differences from my dimension. I see a place that catches my attention since it doesn’t exist in my dimension.

Y/N: Alchemax Chemicals….that might be a good place to start on finding out just what is happening.

I begin glitching out again like before.

Y/N: -Grunting in pain- Ahhh, GODDAMMIT!! I need to find something to help get me home. Alright, time to make my way to Alchemax.

I felt my Spider-Sense go haywire, but when I looked around, I didn’t see anything around me.

Y/N: Hmm… That was weird……I swear that there was someone around here…..Okay, something isn’t right, but I need to get to Alchemax quickly.

I quickly changed out of my clothing and put on my Shadow Spider suit before I started making my way out of the small work area and out to the subway tunnels to get to Alchemax, but I never noticed that I was being watched and followed.

— A few minutes earlier —

??? POV

I need to find a way home. I don’t know how I got here, but I’ve been trying to remain incognito ever since I landed in this version of New York. I began watching this guy that caught my attention after the incident I had encountered with Miles back at Visions Academy. I’m not sure what about him peaked my attention, but I watched him as I saw him look up, I did the same and we saw Miles sticking to wall and rolling around the wall while still sticking to it. However, I trained my attention back to the teen in front of me and I saw him look around. I quickly ducked into the alleyway near me and watched from around the corner as the guy used webs that looked like it came directly out of his wrist to lift up a manhole and throw it away.

???: So he is a Spider as well. Makes sense now that I think of why he caught my attention.

I quickly run over to the sewer entrance and climb down after the guy. I follow him until he reaches a small work area. I don’t know how he was able to navigate his way through here when it’s pitch black.

Y/N: Let’s see….I know I’m not back home anymore, but just what dimension am I in. I start looking over the map to see if there is any differences from before.

The guy checks the map.

Y/N: Alchemax Chemicals….that might be a good place to start on finding out just what is happening.

I watch as the guy starts glitching out, I don’t think I’ve seen that happen before.

Y/N: -Grunting in pain- Ahhh, GODDAMMIT!! I need to find something to help get me home. Alright, time to make my way to Alchemax.

I feel my Spider-Sense go crazy as I go closer to the teen and I see the guy has the same reaction that I did. I hide up in the rafters of the room to avoid being spotted.

Y/N: Hmm… That was weird……I swear that there was someone around here…..Okay, something isn’t right, but I need to get to Alchemax quickly.

I watch him change into his Spider-Man suit and go back out into the subway tunnels. As he left the area, I jumped down from the ceiling and took off my mask and pulled the hood of my Spider-Woman costume down. I run my hand through my blonde hair that hangs down on the left side of my head and let out a heavy breath of air. I look at a mirror that was hanging on a wall and saw my 17 year old self looking back at me. I look back to where the guy left to the tunnels.

Gwen: Looks like I’m going to be following him to Alchemax Chemicals.

— Y/N POV —

Y/N: It’s not like things can get any worse.

After heading back out to the subway tunnels, I look at the map of the subway tunnels to plan my route out of the subway. I decide on a route and I start making my way through, still having the feeling of being followed. I shrug off the feeling and continue to make my way through the tunnels. However, I soon see the last thing I wanted to see after I entered a big boiler room after going through one of the doors in the subway tunnels while being away from home. That thing or rather things is the my dimension’s goddamn villains with at least two of them. The first one being Mysterio from earlier with battling him, the bruising still evident all over his face when he took off his helmet. The second one is Vulture who should still be in prison after what happened with him trying to suit Tony Stark’s things. Fucking hell, I still remember fighting him alongside Peter on the night of Peter’s homecoming dance. To this day, that shit was just fucking bizarre, but I don’t even want to know how he managed to get his technology and suit back while being in this dimension. I activate my camouflage and start to eavesdrop on whatever the two fucks are discussing.

Vulture: Olivia wants us to meet her at Alchemax Chemicals, right?

Mysterio: That is correct, my bird themed friend.

Vulture: Don’t forget, Kingpin wants us to get those materials for the Collider.

Mysterio: Good call. I nearly did.

I watch as the two finally decide to leave the boiler room.

Y/N: Well, as it turns out, things can get worse than they already are for fuck’s sake.

I quietly followed after the villains while making sure I don’t attract more attention than necessary.

To be continued…..

That’s part 1 of this new series I’m making with the Spider-verse movies. I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I did creating this first bit. I’ll be taking time to myself for the next few days before I start in the next part.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

hello I’d love to hear about natsu. do you have any thoughts abt what he was like before we (and lucy) meet him in fairy tail? like with growing up in the guild and all that

You were the first one in here but I literally had to let your ask marinate in my head longer to answer it properly lol.

So we don't know much about Natsu's childhood, whether it be pre-guild with Igneel or pre- main story when he joined the guild apart from a spare handful of moments and facts, these being:

Makarov was evidently the one to find him.

That god forsaken scene of the others laughin at him for not being able to read.

His moments with Gildarts as a kid

Macao being a teacher to him at some point who taught him to use his fire other than to burn things ( hello Natsu vs Erigor )

Finding and raising Happy with his bestie Lisanna

He never officially formed a team with anyone in the guild before the main story.

I think I might be missing a spare few but you get the idea.

For a main character we know scarcely little about him. His thoughts, his views. Zero. Which honestly for such a long running series is so odd to not even get a peek at what's goin on in his head.

There's nothing absolutely solid about his past that we can get to use to dig into his head. Save for the fact that he loves his friends and his family.

Across the board for a lot of his moments in his past we know he's got a lotta love to give. He loves his Dad, he loves Happy, he loves his guild. But just because you have something doesn't mean you know how to work with it.

He loves Igneel. Igneel disappeared. And that forced him into a denial of his dad being dead so strong that up until present in the main story he still desperately searches for him even when the other slayers had accepted it. ( And i'm almost sure he got laughed at for over the years. Can you imagine? Saying your looking for a dragon in a dragonless world?)

He loves his friends. But I think after that damning moment (which honestly I think is a moment really early is his joining the guild. Like he hadn't gotten to know em 100% yet) of them laughing at him he clams up about certain things.

Any moment of vulnerability he could have with them down the line is tossed out to avoid something like that happening down the line.

Lisanna (lisanna, lisanna ilu. I should draw u more.) was a blessing in that she was working on getting those walls down and she was close! Then her incident happened and he clammed up again even fucking harder than before!

Man this is such a long winded way to answer your question but I think growing up in the guild for Natsu, I think as much as he loves everyone- and he does! He loves em all! Even the mfers who piss him off sometimes- I think even though he was there with everyone he didn't feel as though he could open up (or well risk opening up tbh) to them. So he played along to make things in general easier going forward. (Whether intentional or not is up in the air)

So whatever perceptions everyone had of him he rolled with it. He's a lil bit dumb, he's loud, he's inattentive, etc. He doesn't deny what's said about him. Hell he might even play it up. He just doesn't do anything to break the perception as time went on. And since no one really dug like Lisanna did there was no reason to break it.

So he grew up in the guild as the happy go lucky loner. Nothin more and supposedly, nothing less.

[sylvanedadeer]

If I remember correctly, you have mentioned that you are a big fan of literary tropes. Can you tell us what are some of your favorite tropes, least favorite tropes and what tropes you'd like to see more?

This one might be fairly long:

Anyone who knows me fairly well knows I'm literate largely because of comics. It's what my dad had around, so naturally, I'm a bit superhero/fantasy/fiction brained, but my dad is also a latin teacher, so I've been reading Homer, Livy, Herodotus, and Plato for probably longer than I should be. So, genre-wise, I tend to stick to writing/consuming fiction, usually fairly grounded in reality, with superhero stuff tending towards the top of the list.

Some of my favourite literary tropes are "The Self-Chosen One", "The Power of Friendship," and "The Sacrificial Lion".

"Self-Chosen Ones" are kinda self-explanatory, but have some chunky nuance to them. The archetypical "self-chosen one" is Sir Gawain, who chooses to take a challenge that would've otherwise fallen to his king, which ends up roping him... into a bisexual throuple? His isn't as chunky as like, Luz Noceda, who chose to take responsibility for her mistakes and for the people she empowered, or Moana, who rejects her destiny on the basis of destiny and chooses herself to prove TO herself that she can.

Marco, from Adastra, is an interesting instance of this, because the specifics of his "being chosen" were structured in such a way that he super WASN'T necessary. With Luz and Moana, there was... a remarkable lack of people hanging around to solve the plot, so by the Rules Of Stories, they kinda had to take things upon themselves, because otherwise... there's no story. Of course, Marco also had to go forward because PLOT, but 1. Not without grappling with the decision 2. At the detriment to his own health (his near-decapitation) and 3. They clearly outline why he made the choice he did, and also kinda... leave it tenuous on purpose. Very good way of using the trope for a tragedy.

"The Power of Friendship" is less of a trope and more just a reflection of the truth, that humans work well on their own, but will always work better, be happier, and thrive best with other people around them, helping and supporting them. The more direct invocations of this, like in MLP or Yugioh are kinda one of those guilty pleasures, even though I'd argue against the guilty part.

But less overt instances of it, like in Castlevania, when Alucard goes Fucking Nuts because Trevor and Sypha leave. The Avatar Gang and their whole "do you ever wonder if friendships can transcend lifetimes?". There are several instances of "you hurt my friend, time to die" in Invincible that honestly do a lot to keep me going despite the horrific nature of some of the fight scenes.

The most notable one that really got me was the "Loner realizes he has friends and allies" arc in TOTK, because I've clocked. About as many hours on BOTW as I have breathing, and it really does FEEL LONELY AND EMPTY, and that never FELT that way until TOTK came along and my nephew (Tulin) gave me the whole "We're stronger together" bit. I cried.

"Sacrificial Lions" are a little less obvious as to what they are, but the general gist is "a character who exists in the narrative as a heroic bastion of hope, who will be killed or die to further the narrative". Rose Quartz, Pyrrha Nikos, and most versions of Leomon I know about fit this category, as well as, like. Jesus lol.

I've... always liked heroic sacrifices it seems like the best way to really end a heroic character's life, and while I've reexamined that SPECIFIC point, I'm still a lover of the idea. Altruism is a very worthy thing, but I also like how these characters can haunt the narrative, almost always, to the point of making the cast Really Change. Rose is, of course, the inciting incident to an entire show, as her death lines up all of the pins that Steven has to kick over now.

Idk, I'm a fan. I also love it when narrative foils kiss.

[fumikomiyasaki]

👫 for Finn and any of your skrunklies if it's not too late ^^

Relationship Headcanons

Hmmm given you don't know my fanschool yet let me for now stick only with my main canon NRC oc for now giving a quick rundown how each of them would interact with him, but I might add one from the fanschool cause of an idea.

-She probably was a little bit salty about Octavinelle in general given Ace and Deuce got into this mess so she is not to speak well but... Finn and her just would go out of each others way and don't bother another, at least she has no annoyance or hatred for him like some other students that cost her patience when she is just trying to make everything right for riddle

-Oh Finn would hate Bengal... drawing loud crowds to him, being louder himself with his music, making shows with bright lights, drawing fans with Light sticks to him... they couldn't be near another however its kinda sad cause Bengal too has curiousity in morbid things and horror as well as his songs are darker but.. given Bengals rockstar charisma I am sure Finn wouldn't want to be near him

-We talked about these before I feel they do have potential for a very deep bond as they are some of the more dilligent workers in the lounge as well as they do all to keep the dorm afloat, Eiji more to keep his face up but I feel despite his lack of emotions at least he knows to keep Finn close... maybe even has the potential of being one of the few he actually does feel a little bit for

-They do share the want for silence... although given Finns Jealousy for Jamil and Kumo being close with him there could be struggles... He won't fall for any tricks he himself also has trust issues, I could only see them bond over painting maybe... as in if one discovered the other they might get to talk about it but... its open if this will end as a lasting bond or just them tolerating another

-Fuan already avoids people like haywire not to hurt them... either they wouldn't even meet or if he would run away as quickly as possible in hopes he doesn't cause trouble... its not easy having an aggresive parasite inside you...

-Carol only visits the lounge either to chat with some Crushes she has in this dorm or Tagging along the leader of monsville when invited... and given Henry with her already knows not to accept Azuls deals, Carol too is wary when talking to Finn... especially cause she too noticed the incident with Ace and Deuce tutoring these two... I feel especially cause she also has her reservations about Eiji.... she is probably gonna be polite but not really try to get close... they could meet during gardening but she keeps a distance while being nice you could say. She just has a reputation to keep

-Fennec I wanted to introduce to him cause despite being a HSA dorm leader they might have potential meeting... Fennec as an adventurer is more of a loner but he has some interests in the seas in general... as well as he does need people who understand his boundaries while it be good to have someone that listens to him for once... I feel they have potential to get along.

[someoneintheshadow456]

I was thinking about why I joined Tumblr in the first place (7 years I can't believe it has been that long), and looking back at my posts from 2015-2017, I was a lot more quick to argue and engage with posts, and came across as angrier than I actually was. I was also more prone to being defeatist and having fatalistic ideas on myself, which reflected in the way I wrote.

The point when I began engaging less and less with this site, both in a positive and negative fashion, was when I was sure I had a defined support network that was not my family. While of course, since 2017 was when I got therapy, the eagerness to get angry on political topics had decreased, and starting a job meant I had less mental energy to focus on it, it was in the last two years when the change was most drastic.

I guess, in retrospect, me engaging with topics that would make me upset, and crafting an argument for those posts, was a way of getting a bit of myself out into the air in the hopes that someone would listen. Which I needed to do as I was in a dark period and thought I was disgraced from the life I had before this.

That lead to me looking up the behaviours of lone wolves and it basically sums up my situation and mindset at the time:

While I didn't abandon my family (my initial "pack") in the physical sense, I did cease relying on them emotionally, even out of necessity.

Tumblr was the only place where I could "howl", so to speak, to find another "pack" as the rest of the environment (home, college, certification course, extended family) was not conducive to doing so. I always knew, even before the traumatic incident that caused me to go here, that if I wanted to find my "pack", I needed to look outside blood ties and my immediate physical environment.

Wolves don't generally howl unless they're separated from their pack or are trying to find a new one - similar to how I began engaging in Tumblr less when I was sure I had found a "pack."

I've seen similar tendencies in others the more I am on here, the people who scream the loudest about a particular issue, more often than not, are screaming because they want someone to listen. Like the cries of wolves, the reason why they do so is misunderstood. The issue they've latched onto is a means to an end, and not the end itself.

People like this also often style themselves as loners not because they take pride in it, but because they're resigned to the fact. They also don't want to be loners. They want a pack, but feel like they can't get one in their situation unless they attract attention for it.

Maybe people who are Terminally Online(TM), or people who are perpetually angry about politics and the state of the world are just lone wolves who are howling because they're looking for a new pack, or overall just need help.

[floorpancakes]

recently ive become a mawarin meki childhood friends truther and i cant wait to write a whole bunch of it

they were clearly already friends before tanuki came into the picture but i like the idea that it goes back further and mawarin was the first to reach out and that while these two were the popular ones of the friend group in highschool they were also weird kids once (they're still both pretty weird. nothing about this friendship group is normal)

like mawarin is pretty good at holding in the things that make her different from other people (to the extent she seems like a normal friendly girl that could get along with anybody) but I keep thinking abt the idea of meki being kind of a loner for ages and being shunned by his classmates and stuff. after a point he probably wouldnt care but mawarin seems like the type to reach out even if she knows it could get complicated cause of her bad luck curse/non curse situation. like shes so much of a sunshine character its kind of hard to dim that kind of light. anyway I feel like even if she got deterred by the people around her she WOULD go up and make friends with the weird kid, and WOULD go do that again a second time no matter what (even if the latter is the type of guy who hisses at people).

plus its a good intersection of the traits of like

- meki is noted specifically as having a rough time growing up from being sick, spiritual nonsense and also the whole Situation (which I am choosing to interpret as trans stuff but like in general)

- watanuki being the latecomer to the friend group, and also notably a lot more of a loner rather than the popular type so he was probably adopted into a preexisting friendship at some point

I just like the idea that mawarin has an affinity for bringing weird kids out of their respective shells and that all three of them kinda see themselves in each other as individuals and a group bcs it adds an added layer of sentimentality to what's already been established. and its very found family vibes. I rly like the framework of what's already there in canon but my brain wants to make it even more compelling so it comes uff with stuff like this out of nowhere lol

anyway imagine if mekis mind was already set after the rain incident but himawari comes up to him one day like 'so like theres this kid in our year with no friends and i think he needs somebody cause he keeps eating alone at lunch can we keep him' 😭 like he's some sort of cat in need (he is) (thats exactly what he is)

and doumeki immediately is like yeah go for it (hes already had a life altering experience and at this point without himawari even knowing he's basically ride or die for the guy at first sight)

i like the idea that this like a lot of other things in the story is cyclical idk how to end this thought anyway this probably doesn't make sense im sick and thinking about holic is a good distraction

[maleux]

Some things about myself I probably won't post ever again:

I go by the name Violet or Shieon

I am 32 years old right now

I work in a hospital for almost 2 years now (trying to get out of healthcare lol)

I have communist/Marxist politics and discourse

I live in America all my life but I despise this country

I am half Korean and Vietnamese and have very distant Russian in me

I am a nonbinary person who uses She/Her pronouns but used to be on testosterone between 2015-2018 (I identified as a transmascuine person for about a decade)

I am bisexual and monogamous… I've had 6 ex-girlfriends and one (shitty) ex-bf

I used to live 20+ years with an abusive, narcissistic mother and occasionally talk about mental health or the past at times online to vent or cope

I am a spirit worker and demonolator (I have a hereditary intuitive gift from my Korean grandmother and can see human spirits sometimes), I work primarily with demonic beings or just demons in general

I work with over 200+ spirits and entities and I do practice witchcraft for awhile now

I have a lot of spiritual knowledge and personal experience with many paranormal incidents and situations that I never talk about online

I have a close connection with a German human spirit since 2018 so it's pretty normal for me to post about him online at times

I met my partner Mikal through my job and we've been together almost 2 years now and almost known of each other for 3 years

I have a 10 year friendship and connection still with my ex-partner Michi…my best friend really

When I was more active on Tumblr in my 20s I was a viral type of person on this platform with thousands of followers… I'm pretty low-key now

I am anti-fascist, anti-Zionist, and anti-Nazi, and especially anti-imperial… I really don't care for people who shill for oppressive or hegemonic systems, or just act passive or try to come up with reasons these things are "good"

I am a Virgo, and Libra Rising and Cancer Moon

I've had my purple hair for about 8 years now

I am a creative and artist, I aspire to be a comic artist and I love blogging and simple pleasures, and living unapologetically as myself

I do not like anyone who crosses my boundaries, has hidden intentions with me or acts strategic with me, or projects their own issues onto me.. I tend to be a loner so I don't like encountering people who have a history of using others, abusing them, or think being mean is quirky, or just have manipulative behaviors.

I can write so much more lol but I'm someone with a long history of dealing with abuse and domestic violence and I'm very perceptive about people's psychological undercurrents

I don't like those that put me on a pedestal or do not properly get to know the real me but idealize or create an image of what they believe I am based on appearance bias, selfies, or stereotypes of me as an Asian person or someone who has a feminine presentation

And for funsies...I fit the personality type of Light Yagami from Deathnote or Askeladd from Vinland Saga the most, and I am a carbon copy of Yuichi from Tomodachi Game …if you want to know the kind of person I am based on fictional characters, I resemble Yuichi.

And that's all I can think of.. I've had a migraine for a few days and finally recovering from it.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

SHSGSHS OK IM GLAD!!! Your rizz is actually scary…all these incidents within the span of like, a month?? During your travels and now this omg you need a defense force…STAY SAFE but ouuu I feel that…hopefully you guys can arrange more chill hangouts that don’t involve getting shit faced LOL maybe go cafe hopping or something if you guys are into that

LMAO they fr need to MOVE honestly their personalities and backstories Lowk could fit into bsd from what ik of it…

STOP WAIT the girl only going out with aiku out of courtesy for snuffy >>>> like this girl has no interest in aiku at first you’re cooking a little too much…and then aiku calling literally anyone he’s ever been on the field with being like “guys why do I feel funny around her”and also Barou and sae both being done with him (if you do write this I’d like to petition to have Barou’s “you fucking donkey you like her” in there) wait this would actually be a perfect wrap up to the series…like idrc for aiku either but the story premise has giggling the oaeu potential>>>>

LMAO TY I usually also pull up urban dictionary for anything I don’t know it really does come in handy sometimes…but I’m

crying hiori and rin being clueless losers and coming up with the craziest plans to confess etc is so funny

NO FR I need them to release a second egoist bible like…..chigiri got 0 but we know he canonically has game and then nagi is kinda a loner freak but actually deemed cute….the series also always describes Karasu hair as cool but I can’t tell if that’s also just hioris perspective on his hair wax or the general consensus of people in the bllkverse either…also wait i did not even bother to read raichis HE GOT 10??? There’s no fucking way…..HIM??? Sorry but I feel like his yelling would scare everyone away

LMAOO FR just came to spout some shit about cops and robbers and some sus lines and dipped….ok but the idea of the oaeu in the miraverse actually goes so hard….

You backtracking on the peregrine idea after getting inspo LMAOO I was gonna say hey I mean if inspo hits…then go ahead while the ideas fresh LOLL but honestly I feel like just going with whatever you have the motivation/inspo for first is fine because we all know you cook when you’ve got the inspo soooo

GAGAMARU FIC OUT??? Time to read omg would be funny if I got converted

- Karasu anon

born to only ever fall in love/be with one man forced to constantly pull and reject randoms because of my crazy aura ⁉️ LMAOO no because whenever people make fun of me for never having a bf i’m like okay it’s not because of a lack of people being interested i just genuinely have never wanted any of the guys who’ve tried to get w me 😭 no because atp i think i need to date someone just so i can be like “i have a bf” because truly some guys will only respect another man 😒 HAHA dw my friends and i have plenty of sober hangouts as well!! going out isn’t actually that common for us because when we do it’s always insane and lore building 😰

NO THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYINGGG like oaeu would be sooo funny the way he would get more and more desperate for advice so he starts off w like barou and sae who are probably going to give him good advice but they both are like “ya you’re down bad” and he CANNOT accept that so he goes through all of the bllkers and they all say the same thing…even NAGI and NIKO do that’s how yk it’s bad 😭 and yesss like maybe snuffy helped her out of a bad situation kinda like w lorenzo?? so she really trusts his judgement and is like “ok i’ll hear you out” even though she genuinely does not want to…pls oaeu is my new brand omg i’m so excited for this and agreed it would be such a perfect ending to the series!! like aiku helped everyone else get girls now it’s finally time for him to get one of his own 🥹

LMAOAAO hiori and rin were the ones who needed aiku’s advice the most but he was too busy whoring around to help them out 😭 nah because yk aiku would’ve fixed their problems so quick but neither of them would ever go to him for advice sooo it truly is a case of the blind leading the blind there

maybe chigiri got 0 because he was in his emo leg injury era?? iirc he became a loser after he couldn’t play soccer anymore 😭 and yeahhh nagi is supposed to be rlly good looking just kinda odd which honestly i’d lowkey find him to be more of a baddie for that but those hakuho kids HATED him…my man was just napping and playing video games and they were like “😱 he is CURSED 😠 the child of the DEVIL 😩” like hello ⁉️ LMAOO no i forgot hiori does say karasu’s hair is cool omg we always make fun of it but i guess maybe it is cool in the bllkverse?? i mean bro did pull his first crush (marisa) so he can’t be too weird looking…LDJDKSN i was so taken aback that raichi got that many but tbf he’s lowkey fine when he’s not yelling and maybe when he’s not in his soccer freak era he doesn’t yell so he manages to pull?? still crazy that he got more than nagi isagi chigiri and bachira combined (since those four have a grand total of zero altogether 😕)

OMG okay i literally sat down and started writing the next chapter for peregrine and then i took a tik tok break and a nagi + isagi edit to “do i wanna know” came on my fyp (which is one of my fav duos plus nagi 🤤) and i was like yo this is fire omg nagi i love you so much i’m so excited to be writing for you again…but then somehow the audio inspired KIYORA thoughts 🤔⁉️ which then combined with my recent experiences (you will find elements of the opening scene to be familiar LMAOO) and all of a sudden i was like hold on i know exactly what i want to do here…came up w a vague summary and a strong desire to write in present tense again and all of a sudden i was off and already wrote almost 2k words for it in an hour 😭 sooo expect that to be out soon i think?? HAHA classic miraverse moment bro as soon as i announce smth i end up diverting completely

LMAO i fear the gagamaru fic is not conversion worthy it was mostly just me trying to get it out because i knew i could do it quickly!! it’s definitely not top top tier by mira standards but i think it’s cutesy fun and abides by the request so it’s out 🤩 the one you should fear is this kiyora fic…idk if it’ll necessarily be conversion worthy but i’m sensing smth w similar vibes to the instrument brewing down to the lowkey…interesting…relationship dynamics LMAOAOA i mean this is the summary as of right now: “The first time you see him, Jin Kiyora spits blood at your feet. That is when you are sure you will love him.” like you already KNOW this reader is slightly Not Normal 😭

[abigailshorel6]

Richard Jewell - Articles

1. Atlanta Journal Consitution: 'FBI SUSPECTS 'HERO' GUARD MAY HAVE PLANTED BOMB' (July 30th 1996)

Variables: misinformation, character deformation, unreliable source

Key Quotes:

"Richard Jewell, 33, a former law enforcement officer, fits the profile of the lone bomber. This profile generally includes a frustrated white man who is a former police officer, member of the military or police 'wannabe' who seeks to become a hero."

2. Washington Post: 'FBI SEARCHES ALL DAY AT GUARD'S HOME' (August 1st 1996)

https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1996/08/01/fbi-searches-all-day-at-guards-home/3669c75f-6726-4c35-be23-1d8ae7cdca1a/

Variables: Invasion of Privacy

Key Quotes:

Jewell's employers and colleagues say he was a zealous patrolman and guard -- a trait that some found appealing, appropriately "gung-ho," and others thought was too much.

Jewell was allowed to resign from his security guard job at Piedmont after several incidents of "overzealousness," school officials told The Post.

"He did his job," said Dennis Fish, a deputy sheriff. "He was more gung-ho than not gung-ho, but I wouldn't say overzealous. He had a job to do and he did it. He was thorough at it."

3. Atlanta Journal-Constitution 'Hero' denies planting bomb: FBI interviews security guard in blast probe," (31 July 1996)

Variables: misinformation,

Key Quotes:

"investigators...believe he placed the 911 call himself." (Jewell could never had actually made that call as Mark Potter said on Nightline that there was a 3 minute difference between the time when Jewell reported the knapsack and when the 911 call was received: " but the walk was 5 minutes)

4. Atlanta Journal-Constitution "A motive? Most seek glory, power or revenge,"  (31 July 1996)

Variables: Misinformation

Key Quotes:

"There have been other recent incidents in which a person initially portrayed as a hero turned out to be the culprit."

5. Atlanta Journal-Constitution "Police work 'was his life': Some in North Georgia town say Jewell 'was on a power kick,'" (1 August 1996)

Variables: Misinformation

Key Quotes:

Students from Piedmont College (were Jewell worked as a security guard) described him as "macho and ...[b]elligerent," "out of line," "overzealous," "a loner and gun enthusiast," and finally, "in need of some form of mental health treatment." 

6. Atlanta Journal-Constitution "The Scene on Buford Highway: Dave Kindred at Large: A long wait in the shadows after his moment in the sun," (1 August 1996)

Variables:

Key Quotes:

 "A long wait in the shadows after his moment in the sun,"

"Once upon a terrible time, federal agents came to this town to deal with another suspect who lived with his mother. Like this one, that suspect was drawn to the blue lights and sirens of police work. Like this one, he became famous in the aftermath of murder. His name was Wayne Williams. This one is Richard Jewell."

"Richard Jewell sits in the shadows today...Wayne Williams sits in prison forever."

7. Atlanta Journal-Constitution "Security industry has been plagued by crime: Process of screening guards in question," (31 July 1996)

Variables:

Key Quotes:

 "Security industry has been plagued by crime: Process of screening guards in question,"

 Described Jewell as a "nightmare" for the industry (implied him being security was detrimental to involvement in crime)

Here I started looking at some of the key articles in the Richard Jewell picking apart there key themes and quotes. However, this is quite difficult as I don't have access to lots of the most important articles in the case as they are from America. As I can't read the whole article I won't be able to go through and pick out all the themes which will hinder my data collection signficantly.

[forgotten-elves]

Memories of a Plant Sim - Chapter 1

A/N: A series following my sim, Hestia Floros, as I try to complete the plant-a-sim scenario, and consequentially making up lore as I go along.

The nature of dryads, plant-sims, or whatever other name we are called by others — we have none with which we refer to ourselves — is more obscure to humans than their nature is to us. They can experience what it is like to be us, for a time, while we can never be fully human. Yet that privilege seems to only justify holding on to their assumptions about our kind. 

There have been times in my life when I wondered, briefly, if those assumptions weren’t so false, that their fears may have been warranted, but I have realized we simply have different ways of leaving our legacy. 

In the first few months since moving from my home to the human town of Willow Creek, I was overwhelmed. I never left my house, immersing myself in tending to my infant garden. I watched day after day, every neighbor passing by. I tried to push myself to socialize, but I never managed to get more than a few words out before shrinking back to the security of my plants. 

I even managed to convince myself that it would be pointless anyways. Human memory and communication is so stagnant, so dull, what could I ever learn from them? The curiosity and rebellion that had driven me to move there in the first place became extinguished, for the moment. 

Memories are so vibrant, so precious. They are the inheritance from parent to their offspring. Every flower, every plant and tree, have their own unique lineage of stories within their being. They endure the centuries of time through passing them on in their capillaries and veins. I remember as a child, I would ask every variety of flora to tell me their story, the one they had cultivated for generations. 

I was lost in the bliss of nostalgia, and I decided then, on a whim, to write down those childhood experiences. A small collection of short tales that I called “The Flower Garden”, and hesitantly self-published as a children’s book. 

I continued to avoid socializing; even among my own people I had always tended to be a loner, but once again, I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, and decided to greet an elderly human neighbor walking by. He seemed startled by my invitation, and hesitantly entered my property. 

As I, in my socially awkward manner, tried to make conversation, the man’s nervousness became more and more obvious. It took me, perhaps too long, to recognize that I was the source. Or more specifically, my appearance which so loudly pronounces my heritage. 

I made sure to usher my goodbyes, so the neighbor felt able to leave, and sat silently in my living room, pondering the incident. Humans have held many attitudes towards my people, but fear was not one I thought existed. Compared to other creatures, aliens, vampires, werewolves, I couldn’t understand what there was to fear from us. 

I am wiser now. 

[toh-tagteam-au]

Are our favorite Golden Guard siblings friends with anyone in the Emperor’s Coven? In particular I am wondering now that we all know more about Steve in canon if Luz has managed to patch things up with him or if she still hates his guts for being her enemy all those years ago? Also besides the Azora Incident does Steve like the Golden Guards? He seems to be really good with kids in the show.

Luz is pretty close with most of the scouts! She knows most of them by name even in uniform (coughplotrelevantcough), although they don't really know much about her. Steve and Luz are still rivals in a "played for laughs not serious" way, but in serious business situations they treat each other normally. Like, when they pass each other in the halls they glare at each other and do the finger-across-the-neck thing but no one takes it seriously including them bc they're both rays of sunshine who actually work together pretty well.

Scout: So what's your deal with Steve?

Luz: We're rivals. He's my ultimate nemesis, born from blood and the chaos of the shipping war. One day I will be the cause of his last breath, or he mine.

Scout: You had tea with him the other day??

Luz: Omg yeah! Sometimes we get together to talk about books. He always brings these amazing cookies–

Luz is SUPER close to Eberwolf, and by association Hunter is friendly with them. Darius is chill with both of them but he can't get too close since Belos keeps too close of a watch on the kids. Luz tried being friends with Kikimora but failed spectacularly. Both Hunter and Luz avoid Terra At All Costs. Ummm, the rest of the coven heads are just normal towards them, since with Luz around Hunter is less of a brat. Some of them are probably annoyed at the whole "these teenagers are the same rank as me" thing, so there is some tension. Raine isn't the head of the Bard Coven yet but they've definitely heard of Luz from the Azura Incident and have respect.

Luz is kind of the one with all the friends. Hunter is kind of a loner in comparison, only knowing people in the coven because Luz knows people. He's intimidating, filling out the Bad Cop to Luz's Good Cop, plus he's just generally kind of awkward in friendly situations.

[jillianallen14]

Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit:  Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside:  Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know:  AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations:  First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol. 

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves:  The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

 Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans:  The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one. 

The Ren shat’var Trilogy:  A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction:  Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman:  Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas:  While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After:  Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny. 

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home):  In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities:   Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock. 

A Habitual Affection:  Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one. 

Atlas:  Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.