My JJK Sukuita best fics recommendations on AO3

CogniDiss

Monkeygirl77

TipperTupper

The Yuuji Files and Unexpected Scent by macabrecabra (both in progress)

Of Bunnies and Men by Mia_Moon

Render Me Speechless by Two_Acorns (in progress) UPDATE: deleted

Happy Birthday, Bloodhound! by BaeBeyza

Crossfire by FanfictionWriter666

You're an OMEGA?! by kako_chan

Taking Care of Ryoumen Sukuna 101 series by Mikazuki_Mitsukai

We're Going to Play a Game by AyaSnow

The Cruel Embrace by BranchlessGap (in progress)

Akikami no Shinotora by neaponoroi (in progress)

Silly Little Vessel by sunkissedwhims

Separation Anxiety – Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love by yuujispinkhair (in progress)

Black Silk Kimono and No Eviction Notice by EvilPeaches

i died in your arms tonight (it was nice) by jenjenpup

The Only One and Trapped by losing_sanity_fast (both in progress)

Iseka- I can't believe this shit by Roxie23 (in progress)

Tarry with Me by Hallow_fiend (in progress)

I have more but tbh I don't remember all their names.

Hey everyone I'm looking for a fic I read recently on ao3, about sukuna not understanding English and getting frustrated, and shenanigans with itafushisaki + Gojo using it as a secret language just to piss him off. Can anyone remember the title? Please help 🙏

Good idea. Gimme a minute.

i saw someone say they plan on donating to ao3 when things settle down but also just. tiny reminder that OTW accept donations year round and now might be a lovely time to send some appreciation their way at:

There is a link in that page to donate!

Ao3 is down. Given the amount of time I usually spend on it , I should probably be crying in despair like an addict denied their favourite high, but noooo. I’d much rather console myself on Tumblr while wishing pain, karma and retribution on the lemming-brained idiots that had the bright idea to do this. Don’t they realise they just made over 5 million people worldwide hate them? Was that the goal? Why? I wish them to get bitten and kept awake by a different set of mosquitoes in their room every single night. Seriously, dishonor on them, dishonor on their family, dishonor on their cow...

Eurovision 2023: Norway

OK, Norway’s she-Loki is looking seriously awesome with like, the most epic fantasy song I’ve ever heard outside of anime, sounds like she’s having the time of her life doing it too, but guys. Guys.

Have You Heard The Italian Version?

Like, I loved that song. I would listen to it on loop if I could. But the italian version literally made me cry, it’s like creative juices x1000 in a 2:40 soundtrack AND I DON’T EVEN SPEAK ITALIAN I had to look up the lyrics on Google translate. Like, I liked Sweden, Finland and Croatia too but in the end I know which song I got stuck into my head for 48 hours straight.

Just Saying.

Omg this needs to be expanded on.

the idea of Sukuna creating Yuji out of his own flesh, bones, and blood because he was lonely

It’s gonna be...

May! Happy Workers Day, goodbye April, hello MerMay!

Just saying

Hey Haiku bot, Sukuna would like to know where's your seasonal word.

After the Dark Knight, the Man of Steel! With added muscles and swishy cape.

Took a bit of world-building to be honest. I mean, he’s an alien, so some things have to be not quite right, but in a purposeful way I guess? I also added the little pentagons everywhere (because why not) and I kinda hc that the suit retracts into the belt-buckle -and the boots into the shin-guards apparently. Oh, and curls. It makes no sense to me for him to have only one, perfectly-shaped curls, and not a few more.

All in all, I’m rather proud of myself here... Even if I still can’t draw a S.

Superbat soulmate AU hc

Imagine a soulmate AU where humans get the (first words, name, anything really) of their soulmate on your wrist when they're born. Bruce Wayne is bare-wristed, angsty about it but keeps it secret because deep down he thinks he's unloveable -he's really not. Clark Kent, also bare-wristed, keeps his lack of a mark a secret because it's kind of a big sign that he's not really human. Story goes as history goes, Superman and Batman meet, have a lot of adventures together, become besties, then lovers, and eventually share their soulmark problem so they can commiserate together. And then one day out of the blue, someone (alien, Green Lantern, Fortress AI, whatever) casually drops that Kryptonian soulmarks are actally chest markings that fluoresce, but only through red sun exposure, then activation under UV light. Cue a slack-jawed, bare-chested, misty-eyed Clark staring in the mirror at the glowing bat in a pentagon between his pecs after a few hours under a red lamp.

And then cue Batman ripping off his cowl and chest armor, fumbling the catches in his haste, getting under the red-sun-lamp-slash-blacklight setup he installed in the Cave for Clark... and yep, that's the crest of El right there.

As you can see, I spent my day on AO3, and my night drawing (instead of sleeping).

Finding out who you want to be

Picture who you want to be. Not right now, not tomorrow, but 10, 20, 30 years from now. Who do you want to be? What do you see yourself as? What are you wearing? A glittery dress with killer heels, or a business suit sharp enough to cut? A lab coat, comfy yoga pants, turtleneck and plaid or even a military uniform? Picture your hair next. Long and glamorous? Mid-length and shiny? Dreadlocks? Short utilitarian bob? Military cut? Greasy from being under a safety helmet all day? Mischieviously dyed tips maybe? Early graying from the many near-heart attacks potential children gave you? Or perpetually wet and encrusted with salt? And how is your skin? Tanned by long hours under the sun? Pale from just as many hours in the dark? Cracked and dry from the sea or desert winds or red from the humid rainforest air (and spotted with mosquito bites)? Does your skin smell like animal fur? Chemicals? Sweet perfumes? Workout sweat? Tree bark and petrichor? Maybe your hands are spotted with paint. Ink. Stained with exotic spices or pigments. Do you have a writer's callus? A musician's? Are your hands rough from manual work? Or smooth as a baby's skin?  Is there soil under your nails? Flour? Glitter? Or are they manicured and painted? Picture your smile, how do you want it to feel? Bright happy laugh, passionate grin when you do something you love, devilish when you know something the rest of your team doesn't, kind and sweet smile, hidden snorts when your boss does something really stupid, polite and fake for the cameras, or a predatory smirk to show everyone in the room you'll gladly destroy them if they dare disrespect you? Where are you, what are you doing? Do you work late night hours, too caught up in your work to see the clock turn? Do you rise with the sun and welcome in the new dawn? Do you look up to the stars or down into the ocean's deep? Do you stare at a computer, deciphering complex figures? Are you out in the field, binoculars in hand, counting nesting birds? In the bowels of a city, chasing leads and sources? Or in a studio, designing props for the next Star Wars movie?

Picture the little things you want to be first, because they are what you'll need to be happy. Don't picture perfection, the challenges in your life will keep you interested. Don't picture your future as a part of another's, your life is your own to live. Keep hoping, keep pushing, keep thinking on what happiness looks like to you. Once you have defined that much, your options for what's next will be a lot clearer: if your dream job doesn't have space for the things that make you happy, then pause and think carefully about what you want. There are things worth compromising for, but they're different for everyone. Only you can define which ones are worth it. Happiness isn't one big thing. It's a succession of little moments that make life worth living. Sure, there will always be troubles, hurdles, (stepped-on legos, disappearing paperwork, taxes...) and other disasters waiting around the corner, but life is an adventure guys, the point isn't to race to the finish line. It's to watch the landscape and the clouds rolling by as we carry on. Respect yourselves, find out who you are, who you want to be and keep that in mind okay? You're all amazing, thanks for reading this mess of a post until the end <3

Wow, those are some amazing thighs. Wonder Woman, but in green (and showing less skin)

@zoe-oneesama HER!!!!!

Geraskier Incorrect Quotes [2/∞] (in/sp.)

Who killed the elven baby?

Ok guys I know what you’re thinking, yes, Emhyr var Emreis killed the elven baby, it was confirmed in the last episode of season 2 in the Netflix show. But. (and keep in mind I haven’t read the books so I might be wrong here but who knows? Netflix seems to be making up a whole new Witcher universe as it goes).

But, as I said, the emperor of Nilfgaard was certainly not the one wielding the knife to commit the (horrible) act. So who was?

Hmm, let me think. It would have to be someone with a very specific skillset, stealthy enough to get through an entire castle filled to the brim by soldiers, get in the nursery and kill the baby without Francesca (aka very powerful elven sorceress, let’s not forget that) noticing, and getting out without getting caught. Not to mention it would have to be someone willing to actually kill an infant in cold blood (which I’d like to think is not something most thieves/burglars with the previous set of skills would do but then again, Witcher universe is kinda messed up in that regard). Bit of magic could have eased the way.

Aaand anyone who’s played the games knows Emhyr has canonically had a predilection for hiring a certain group of people for high-profile targets. *cough cough* Witcher 2, anyone?

So. I might be wrong. I might see things that aren’t there. But on the other hand. Letho “Kingslayer” of Gulet foreshadowing. This is so wrong and I’m so excited.

Beskar

Beskar repelled lightsaber blades, this much was well known to (most) Mandalorians and a good portion of the galaxy. Although even pure beskar steel would heat up and flush to shereshoy orange under prolonged contact, it would still hold up against any plasma-based weapon, be it a blaster bolt’s singular sting or the jetii’kade’s swift straight slices. It was one of the reasons beskade and besviike had been so popular during the Jedi-Mandalorian wars for sure, but although History had claimed otherwise, it wasn’t the main reason the Mando’ade had started wearing the sacred metal on their bodies.

Beskar wasn’t naturally-occurring on a planet’s crust as a general rule: it could only be found in any significant quantity on Mandalore and its moons. It was an element with strange properties, whose formation and accretion (akin to other strange materials like kyber crystals) stumped scientists, even the Mandalorians ones. But regardless of origin, a few people in the Mandalorian scientific community had discovered some peculiar things about beskar through the ages. You see, beskar ore wasn’t just present in veins and mines on Mandalore, but trace amounts of it could be found on the entire surface, hydro- and atmosphere of the planet (much like iron and sodium do on Earth). As a result, every living creature on the planet eventually, through breathing the air, drinking the water and eating food grown on Mandalore, ended up ingesting micro-particles of beskar. And the amazing thing was that, instead of bio-accumulating in the liver or the fat like most heavy metals and toxic substances, beskar bonded to living cells, entered them and interacted with them. Ranchers on Mandalore soon discovered that animals given a beskar-supplemented diet would show minor physical enhancements a few generations later (but around then Demagol happened and any research on sentient experimentation was understandably scrapped).

Basically, from what they had speculated, beskar tended to stray in muscle fibers and nerve cells in any one individual. Which meant that even foundlings from far-away planets, once brought back and raised on Mandalore or its beskar-rich moons, would over time develop better reflexes, heart tonus, and muscular strength than if they had undergone the same training elsewhere. One of the main reasons Mando’ade had taken to wearing beskar was so that even off-planet for great amounts of time, through cleaning, wearing and basically living in their armor, they would still be in contact with the precious supplement.

Additionally, farmers on Concord’yaim discovered quickly that beskar had just as strange an effect on plant-life: a few years of crops, no matter the provenance, living in beskar-rich soil and the harvest would gradually climb on the Scoville scale. Which said a lot about a Mandalorian’s love of spicy food, really.

And had the Jedi and Mandalorians ever put down their respective weapons for more than a day and teamed up to explore the secrets of beskar, they would have discovered yet another quirk of that amazing metal: beskar did not repel the Force. On the contrary, it stored it. Like an accumulator with electrical energy, wrought and forged beskar retained the Force that came in contact with it, under the form of emotional impressions. Echoes of a wearer could then linger for centuries in ancestral armor, each wearer then adding to it until the plate was all but haunted by countless generations. When it became so, radiant with the power and experience of the people who had fought and bled and died and lived in it, a part of that ori’ramikad transferred to their descendants through wearing the beskar’gam (which had its ups and its down depending on the kind of person your forebears had been). Which had led eventually to the popular myth that a Mando’s soul was contained not in their body but in their beskar’gam.

And gorane? Oh, the gorane had always known, but kept it close to their chests. The best of them always were always a bit Ka’ra-touched and they passed down both the knowledge and the secrets of their art during their apprenticeships, to be passed on to the next generation. Forging beskar was both an art and a way of life and every time they melted beskar to reforge it they would witness the echoes of the past escaping as the armor melted. With time, stories and tales accumulating, they absorbed part of the knowledge and wisdom of times past and became themselves the voice of Beskar, spiritual leaders of the clan.