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Master List
King of the Blob Ghosts - Mostly flavor text where Danny is the only king of the Blob ghosts. Au not tied in with Ghost King or Ghost Prince hc unless specified.
Goo Dragon - An au where Danny is a goo dragon made entirely of ectoplasm!
Blind King - Danny is blinded by the portal incident, gets adopted by blob ghosts, and then falls into DC and ices over an entire section of a city.
Infinity Prince and the Dark Escapee - Where Danny gets prince training and then has to hunt down Dark Danny because he escaped.(Small thanks to @starlightcat04 and @lauwftzee3542 for ze name)
Cat Familia - Where Danny gets turned into a cat by pissing off a wizard, and accidentally adopts various cats in Gotham!
Tempest - Danny owns a ship called Tempest that he created that he uses to sail through time. Then he accidentally jumps timestreams.
Moth - Where Danny is de-aged and is a moth boy.
Moth - But with Killer Moth.
Eastern Dragon - Danny is the ghost prince and can turn into an eastern dragon.
Cuddly Apocalypse - Teddy Bear Danny au meets one Dark Danny.
Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective - De-aged Tucker gets thrown to another dimension after getting caught lacking by the magical government branch he was looking into.
Herald of Seasons - Danny obtains the ability to guide the seasons when he was split off from .Phantom while still having Vortex's powers
Vortex's lil guy - Soulless Danny gets taken by Vortex and is his little guy.
??? - Phantom causes a ruckus in DC after getting into it and him and Danny fight or something.
Sold to the devil? Nah, sold to the bear - Constantine sells his soul to the Ghost Prince, and is then turned into a baby sitter by the Ghost King.
Demon and Wraith - Demon twins au where both of them are dancers.
Sun and Moon - Based on an older au where Danny and Vlad were deities.
Successor in training - Ghost King Danny except he isn't and Pariah is his mentor.
Just Monika - DDLC is installed on Tucker's PDA somehow and he dates Monika.
Subject M-0001 - Monika hacks into Mount Justice.
Subject Omega - Danny's most perfect clone protects the ruins of Amity Park.
Medic - Danny be a doctor in Gotham.
??? - Pariah Dark just disappears and it's left to Danny and Vlad to find him.
Eastern Dragon and Phoenix au - Mostly a cosmetic au, where Danny is an Eastern Dragon and Vlad is a Pheonix.
Ghost King/Ghost Prince and Duke of the Ghost Zone - Mostly just flavor text really, Danny is usually more Ghost Prince than King and Vlad is the Duke.
Phoenix King Vlad - Exactly as it says, Vlad is either one of or the king of phoenixes
Kawmi? - Where Vlad and Danny get transformed into magical jewelry that allows others to use their powers.
Fountain Dragon - Danny drops in the Wayne Manor Fountain.
Will of the Wisp - Where Danny gets turned into a tiny whisp because of one of his parents inventions.
??? - Jack gets thrown to the DC dimension alongside Danny and made a coffin for Danny to sleep in during ze day.
??? - The Ghost King gets summoned to DC and wages war, but the Ghost Prince stops said war and gets a date out of it.
Teddy Bear Danny - Another cosmetic au where Danny get turned into a stuffed teddy bear in his accident, he was holding onto one before it happened. He's also in ranges of 5-10 here.
Ghost King at birth, Farmer at heart - Mostly cosmetic au where Pariah Dark, if he weren't the ghost king, would be a farmer and he has an intense love for horses.
Farmer with quite the ghostly (and kingly) secret - Pariah Dark disguises himself as a human and moves into Smallville, has a hard time interacting with humans and humaning as a whole.
Life hanging by tape and sheer will - Where Tucker gets yeeted to the DC dimension.
Dream pals? Dream pals! - Younger Danny and pre-Batman Bruce meet each other through a dream, unfortunately when Danny experienced his accident that connection was shut down.
Bakery and a masquerading demon? - Vlad owns a bakery, Constantine is a regular who holds suspicions that Vlad may or may not be a demon.
Gift in the arms of tragedy - Danny becomes Vlad's ward after the Nasty Burger explosion, only to then become adopted when he was turned into an eight-year-old not even a week later.
??? - Danny and Vlad get turned into kids by Clockwork and placed in the DC dimension because Clockwork thought it was funny. Danny decides to use Vlad to not get adopted.
The key(s) to Doomsday - Danny gets de-aged by Clockwork when going to visit Pariah in the human world, gets summoned, and meets Raven.
Alicorn parole - Pariah gets released from his eternal rest with the sole condition that he's to be watched over by Clockwork. The Ancient of War then decides to combine two mythical beasts and shaped himself into an alicorn, Clockwork followed and then they met Billy Batson.
Ferret Danny - Danny is a ferret. That's it.
Witch - Sam is a witch.
Dead eyed Doctor - Danny, the son of Talia Al Ghul and Jack Fenton, trained under Vlad Masters and became a doctor.
Shadow Twin? Shadow Twin. - Danny dies and reincarnates as the son of Talia Al Ghul, the younger brother and twin of Damian Wayne and son of Batman. Only to then be killed immediately after because he was born with a birth defect, thus becoming a shadow creature that follows Damian around.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp crossover#Me shall stop here for now because good fucking lord#Do I have a lot more aus than I thought I did.#Right the ones with the question marks I can't think of a name for lmao#master list#This tag is important if I accidently unpin this
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Sweet Juice
Clark Kent x Male Reader
Content: Greek Mythology AU
Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Top!Clark, semi-public sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, drunken sex, skinny dipping, spit as lube, missionary position…
Summary: You’re a member of Dionysus following and during a feast you meet a demigod son of Zeus, Clark, also known as the man of steel…
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You were a lesser deity in a world filled with powerful gods, monsters and heroes. You were the son of the now famous naiad, Daphne. Unfortunately though your mother was no longer with you as she had been turned in to a laurel tree as a form of mercy.
It was considered mercy because the only other option she had was to be violated by Apollo, who was under the spell of Eros after an argument between the two. Apollo feeling bad about the whole ordeal apologised by finding you a place in the retinue of Dionysus and Ariadne.
You didn’t mind this as your duties were pretty much drink, dance, fuck, drink more and generally just to have a good time. It was just constant partying and celebration.
One night when the party had yet to start a visitor came for Dionysus. You were sat close to the god’s throne, you were petting one of his pet leopards when a strange man appeared and entered the god’s camp. He walked slowly towards the olympian. You noted his handsome appearance as he stopped in front of Dionysus.
”Lord Dionysus, you sent for me” the man said in a deep tone. ”I did” Dionysus confirmed before standing up saying loudly ”Everyone! Let me introduce to you to Clark, you may know him as the man of steel!… And also one of my younger half brothers”.
Dionysus followers broke out in cheers for the hero, who seemed slightly confused by the big welcoming. ”I’ve called him here to save us all from the cyclops that has been attacking in the night” Dionysus declared and everyone once again cheered.
”What?! You never told me of any cyclops?!” Clark asked agitated. ”Actually I didn’t tell you anything but you showed up anyway” Dionysus teased him. ”Why don’t you save them yourself?” Clark questioned. However Dionysus only responded with a simple ”Where’s the fun in that?”.
Clark looked irretated at Dionysus and said ”I will not be tricked in to fighting someone else’s battle”. Making the on looking crowd let out disappointed murmurs. Dionysus walked up to the hero and put a hand on his shoulder.
”Come on Clark, do us this favour and we’ll give you the biggest celebration you’ll experince in a life time, with the finest wine and feast, our best music and dancers and if you want you can take to bed anyone you fancy, we don’t judge” Dionysus offered.
Clark took a moment looking around at the crowd surrounding him until his eyes landed on you for a swift moment. He then turned back to Dionysus and said ”Very well, i shall do you this favour”. Once again the crowd including you broke out in cheers and applause for the demigod.
The very next day gifted Clark with a sword, armour and food by Dionysus as he and his followers saw off the hero on his way to save them from the threat of the cyclops.
I didn’t take long for Clark to return as he was back at the camp by next day. He came back in the afternoon covered from head to toe in dirt, dust and a little cyclops blood. Throwing the red painted sword by Dionysus feet.
”Well done” Dionysus complimented looking at the blood drenched sword. Dionysus then turned towards you ”Y/n, take our hero somewhere he can wash off” he commanded. ”Yes, lord Dionysus” you said with a quick bow. He then turned back to Clark and said ”When you return, we feast”.
You went and collected a basket with a bottle of scented oil, a strigil (a tool they used in ancient greece to wash themselves) and a new chiton. ”This way, my lord” you said to Clark and started guiding him through the forest. ”Please, just Clark is fine” he said humbly following you.
You guided him to a secluded pond. ”Impressive, how did you find this place so quickly?” Clark complimented. ”My mother was a naiad, it’s an instinct” you explained putting down the basket next to the pond.
”Would you like me to bring you anything else?” you asked Clark as he started undressing out of the dented armour and dirty chiton. ”You’ve already done enough for me, thank you” he said gentlemanly. Clark was now naked, revealing his muscled body and impressive manhood, which you tried not to look at.
He stepped down in the pond, the water reaching up to his hips. ”Why don’t you join me?” he suggested gesturing towards the water. ”I’d love too, but i have to help the others prepare everything for tonight” you said. ”Come on, only for a short time” Clark tempted. ”Okay” you said with a smile, taking off your chiton and sandals.
Clark watched your naked form with interest as you stepped down in to the water. ”See, it’s nice” Clark said starting to wash himself off using the scented oil you brought for him. You tried not to stare at his oiled up chest but you were 90% sure he caught you looking but he didn’t say anything, he only smirked.
You relaxed in the cool water for a while until you remembered you needed to get back to the others. You climbed out of the pond and started putting on your clothing once again. ”Thanks for the company, hope i’ll see you tonight” Clark said. ”Hope, i’ll see you too” you said and started walking through the forest back towards camp.
That night the music rang loudly through the forest as you celebrated the death of cyclops and your new hero, Clark. You drank and danced wildly with your friends. Some others were already passed out from drinking, some were gambling and playing games and one couple were fucking against a tree.
You saw Clark sitting on a pillow next to Dionysus talking, goblet in hand. You made your way over to the olympian and the demigod. ”Y/n” Dionysus exclaimed happily as he noted your presence. He patted a pillow next to him saying ”Come sit down”.
You took the offer sitting down next to the god, he made your empty goblet instantly refill and put an arm around you. ”I was just telling Clark of my inner circle” Dionysus revealed and continued ”Y/n, here you’ve met, he is my and Ariandne’s favourite attendant and friend” he said sweetly.
”Also he has a body as if sculpted by Pygmalion, carved and smoothed to absolute perfection. You should hope to have a look upon it someday” Dionysus said taking another sip from his goblet.
”Actually i already have” Clark stated boldly making Dionysus spill some wine on himself. ”Y/n, joined me for a swim in the pond” Clark explained making your cheeks heat up slightly. ”Is that so?” Dionysus questioned looking towards you.
”Well, i’ve got to go find Ariadne” Dionysus said getting up leaving you and Clark. ”Are you and Dionysus-?” Clark started but you cut him off saying ”No, he and Ariadne just have a very open relationship”. ”How has your night been?” you then questioned the hero.
”Enjoyable but i’ve never been much of a party person” he said then taking a sip from his cup. ”I get it, before i came here i wasn’t either” you told him and then got an idea. ”Wanna go for a walk for some peace and quiet?” you asked. ”Sure, i’d love too” Clark said and the two of you stood up and walked off in to the forest behind you bringing your goblets with you.
You walked and talked for a while, drinking until your goblets were didn’t have a single drop left in them. Dionysus must’ve brought out the strong stuff because you and Clark were stumbling around and slurring your speech, you were laughing loudly at each others stories, sitting very close together.
Finally the two of you ended up behind some bushes close by to the party. You started to passionately make out, you laying on your back in the soft grass and Clark on top of you. Clark tore open your chiton and undressed you, leaving your naked form beneath him.
He then took off his own clothes revealing his muscular body and his hard cock. Clark took his hand and brought it to your mouth, you sucked on his fingers to get them wet, then he brought his moist fingers to your enterance and started pushing finger inside you.
You let out a small gasp as Clark started to finger you open, he added another fiinger and then another until you were ready to take him. Clark spit in to his hand and rubbed it over his erect manhood.
”It’s time i claim my reward” Clark said spreading your legs, he lined himself up with you and started pushing his hard cock in to your warmth. Clark loved the seeing the face you made as his cock slowly filled you up.
”Fuck your so big” you hissed as the demigod was fully sheated deep inside you. He then slowy started moving pushing himself in and out of you as a wave of pleasure started washing over you.
Your legs were wrapped around Clark as he thrusted in to you. ”I’m gonna fuck your little nymph hole full with my seed” Clark groaned in to your ear and placed kisses all along your neck. The demigod started speeding up his thrusts.
”Clark, fuck yeah! Take me” you said in ecstasy grabbing at his back as he fucked your hole. Both of your bodies had started gleaming from sweat as he mounted you under the moonlight, as his reward for defeating the cyclops.
Clark’s thrusts became rougher as he wanted to take you like a real demigod would, he loved how your walls clenched around his thick cock. He brutally fucked you with all the strength of his godly heritage to bring you to your release.
You let out breathy moans as Clark pounded your gaping hole, thrusting against your prostate. You felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. You dug your nails in to the grass below as Clark’s cock made you see Mount Olympus.
”Clark, i’m gonna cum” you said panting heavily making Clark thrust deeper as he wanted to push you over the edge. Then your cock started spraying cum all over your and Clark’s stomachs. Clark’s own release was getting close.
”I’m gonna plant my seed deep inside you” Clark moaned and his rough thrusts became uneven and sloppy. Clark delivered one last deep stroke in to you and he erupted inside you, he flooding your insides with his cum.
Both of you panted heavily and Clark rolled over and layed next to you in the grass. ”You were amazing” Clark praised while softly stroking your cheek. The two of you then used your torn clothes as blankets as you cuddled close together and you both fell asleep under the starry sky.
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Hey ^^
could I request a Lucifer x fem!reader where the reader is bratty all day and just breaks every possible rule just because of boredom so of course when Lucifer finishes all their work they show where and to whom reader belongs. Of course smut and maybe small aftercare? You can use any kinks you see fit for their dynamic (I’m kinky person so I don’t mind anything really xd)
Hope you have the wonderful day🫶🏻
Brainless pet
Lucifer Morningstar x reader
A/n: now where have I seen this before, @v3nusxsky do you have any idea?👀
i always have way too much fun writing smut for Lucifer I swear. Thank you for your request darling, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Begging, spanking, overstimulation (if u squint), degradation (like so much-), toys, praise(?), edging, Lucifer talks like- so much.
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“please please pleaseeee” you’ve been at this for about an hour. Non stop whining and pleading trying to rip away Lucifer from work just because you felt needy, Lucifer was getting annoyed now.
“Pet-“ they were about to yet again explain they couldn’t attend you just yet before you interrupted with more whining. “sir…” they sighed, giving you a look that did nothing but make you squeeze your thighs together though you were sure it was supposed to be a warning.
“You are not supposed to be here and yet I’m letting it slide, if you keep being such a brat I will not continue to be as kind as I’m being now.” They didn’t even look up to address you. “Luci.. please I’ll be so good if you just touch me please sir” You were acting like a petulant child, whining for attention and stomping your feet at rejection. “you won’t even look at me!”
“You’re distracting my work, I shouldn’t have to say this again pet.” You pouted and kneeled before them. “pretty please sir..” Lucifer’s hand came to cup your jaw, convincing you that you had managed to sway them, you were wrong. “Go. You will sit and wait for me, I don’t care how long it takes. If I walk into that room and find you touching what’s mine you will regret it.”
You huffed and whined but followed their directions, though your attitude didn’t go unnoticed.
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You planed to follow their orders, you really did. But in your plans Lucifer was in the room right after you, it had been like an hour now and you were getting impatient. That consistent ache between your thighs had no plans on going away any time soon and you weren’t going to put up with it anymore. If Lucifer wasn’t going to help, you’d deal with it yourself. Fuck their rules, they aren’t even here to see you break them.
Turns out you had horrible timing.
“I told you time and time again to be patient. That you’d get what you ask for as long as you behave and wait. You couldn’t do either of those.” Lucifer waltzing in at the same time your beloved toy buzzed to life also wasn’t in your plans.
It was quite the view , Lucifer had to admit. Seeing their little pet with a pillow stuffed between your thighs, a vibrator wand pressed against your clit for extra stimulation, it wasn’t enough to take away the anger though, it wouldn’t smooth out your awaiting punishment in any way.
“A brainless pet. That’s what you are, too needy to even think. You’re lucky you look cute humping 𝙈𝙮 pillow.” Lucifer stalked towards you like you were prey. “Shall I sell you to one of the billion lords of hell? Surely they could keep you busy and satisfied enough since you insist on acting like a common whore.”
Despite of how your eyes were brimming with tears and how you practically threw yourself into their arms, clinging onto them probably way too tight, you loved every second of it. You knew it wasn’t true, Lucifer would never. You were too precious for them to share much less give you away, ever.
“Look what a pathetic mess you are for me, you’re dripping pet. Did you really need me that badly?” Teasing fingers ran over your slit, spreading and toying with your folds nowhere near where you needed them. You nodded as you pressed yourself closer against them, the whining and pleading surfacing once again.
“I wish you followed the rules pet, you could’ve had exactly what you wanted if you did. I could be pounding into your needy cunt right now, but no. You were too greedy to wait for me like I asked.”
“Color?” Lucifer laid you over their lap and you already knew what was about to happen. “Green.” Lucifer hummed, hand smoothing over your ass and already wet thighs, it was quick. Their hand coming down on your skin. But after one came 10 more, and more after that.
You were sure their hand was printed on your skin once they were done with you. You didn’t bother to count, they didn’t ask, thank fuck because you highly doubt you would’ve been able to count past 5. Lucifer was quick to soothe your burning skin, whispering praise and reassurance as they kissed and caressed your sore skin.
Lucifer ignored your sobs and whines, it was like they couldn’t hear you as they toyed with your body as they pleased. Hands coming to your soaked cunt up, trailing that sticky mess all over your body making you squirm before you were thrown on the bed, laying on your back.
You hissed, feeling the bed against your sore skin. “Nothing but putty in my hands for me to play with until you're begging for me to stop, aren’t you pet?”
Lucifer’s fingers went through your wet folds, gathering your wetness, coating it around their digits before they slip them inside your pussy. You let out a satisfied moan and squirmed under them.
“oh god..” Lucifer held your squirming hips down with enough force to bruise as their lips met your thighs, “No, not god. Quite the opposite, my sweet pet.”
In a flash the previously forgotten toy was held against your cunt with Lucifer’s free hand, making you cry out loudly, hips bucking desperately.
Once your whimpers got more and more frequent, Lucifer pulled the toy away making you whine and squirm in search for that delightful stimulation again.
They were stretching you out so well, your cunt clenched around their long fingers as they thrust them deep inside you, once again putting the vibrator against your clit, finally getting what you’ve been craving and needing for so long. You could faint right then and there.
The burning in your stomach was getting unbearable, practically forcing you to curl into your self. “I n-need-” you couldn’t get a full sentence out but you knew for a fact Lucifer knew exactly what you were asking, which only made you more frustrated when they wouldn’t comply. “Sir- luci please!” Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying this though. Watching you cry and beg for them.
“Like I said, just a brainless little pet. Look at you, such a needy thing, go on pet, cum for me. Make an even bigger mess.” uncontrollably grinding your hips up against the toy, their fingers curling to meet your g-spot. You couldn’t get a word of warning out as you reached your orgasm.
Your thighs squeezed shut, the feeling of your sensitive clit being it with constant stimulation being too much. You were met with a sharp slap, the moan that escaped you as a result was embarrassingly loud. “Such pretty noises, hm? I want to hear more.”
“I c-cant!” Lucifer didn’t give you a chance to recover before diving between your thighs. Replacing their fingers with their tongue, other hand still holding the toy snug against your bundle of nerves.
Lucifer hummed, turning attention to your inner thighs before speaking, “You wanted my attention so badly, now that you have all of it you complain. What ever will I do with you, my pet?”
Lucifer’s talented mouth was heavenly. You were beyond gone, attempting to grind your hips against them in search for a high you definitely couldn’t handle. You were surprised when they allowed it, infact encouraged it until you fell over the edge with their name on your lips.
“o-off sir please, no more” whimpering, you squirmed away from the toy, hands coming down to grasp at their wrist, hoping to make them pull away, they didn’t. “Color?” Lucifer asked, watching you wither beneath them. “y-yellow!” They nodded, placing a quick kiss in your inner thigh.
Finally, the toy was turned off and thrown off to the side, only to be replaced by their hand. Your hands were desperately grabbing for Lucifer until they crawled on top of you, you pulled them down against you. “What a mess you are for me, hm? Oh how pretty you look.” Every noise you let slip right against their ear. The breathless whines and moans that escaped you as they carried you to a third and final orgasm.
It was intimate. Much more than the first two, having them surround you, pulled against you as their more gentle hand brought you nothing short of bliss.
Head thrown back and chest heaving as you tried to compose your breathing. Lucifer adored watching you in this state more than anything else. Your tense muscles relaxing and your mind completely empty.
Lucifer brought their previously occupied hand to their mouth, cleaning off every drop of your release making you whine and look away, face burning red. “How’s my little pet? Satisfied?”
You let out a pleased hum, tugging them closer as gentle hands cupped your face allowing Lucifer to see your hazy yet giddy eyes and your blushing face and they couldn’t help but pull you into a kiss, and then another and a few more after that, making you giggle. “are you with me, my beautiful girl?” You nodded, a quiet “thank you” being mumbled from your lips.
“Oh you forgot this was supposed to be a punishment.” Lucifer looked at you and you couldn’t hold back your smile. “just what I wanted.” A mischievous little smile that said it all.
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Detrans/misgendering kinks DNI
i think if i got my fuckin boycunt fingered in a church it would fix me.
You shoving my back against the podium, my jacket shucked off and my pressed shirt already rumpled.
Your eyes roaming over my flushed face, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
"God," you take the name in vain, and it's all the sweeter on your tongue. "You look so fucking good right now."
My breath is coming faster, chest heaving. I can't seem to meet your gaze, my own eyes flickering wildly between you, the ground, the walls, anywhere but your eyes. I'm a mess, and you've barely done anything. It doesn't take much, you've learned
You reach for my belt, and my hand shoots out to stop you, catching your wrist and holding your hand where it is, fingertips just brushing my waist.
"No?" You ask softly.
"I-" I fumble the first word. "We.. we shouldn't."
"To hell with what we should do." You scoff. "Do you want this?" Your finger dips just barely into the waist of my trousers, and I jerk at the touch. You run your finger along the hem of my binder where it's tucked into my pants.
"Please," I whine. "We can't."
"That's not what I asked." You press in further, tracing the dip between my hip and my stomach. My skin is warm to the touch. "Do you want it?"
I've let go of your wrist, my hands falling uselessly to my sides as I squirm, leaning back against the podium. My face flushes redder, head tipping back as I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to be still, to be composed. To have a little fucking decorum.
"Darling." When you slowly begin to pull your hand back, I jolt up with another whimper. "If you don't, we won't. Shall we go?"
"No-" My voice breaks as I grab ahold of you again. "I do, I want it."
You smile. Because of course I do.
You and I both know that I have no decorum. That I will not be composed.
"Then you'd better make it quick, angel." The petname is new, and I bury my face in my hands.
"Please," I mutter again as you start undoing my belt. Then the zip of my pants. Your hand slips easily into my boxers, and you're not surprised to find that I'm wet.
"Good lord." You hiss as a finger finds my tcock. I have to clap a hand over my mouth at that one. It's almost amusing, how turned on I am. You rub my cock, watching me struggle to keep quiet, to keep it together.
"This does it for you, huh?" You press harder and I arch into your touch with a muffled gasp. "You nasty little thing. This is fucked up." My thighs are shaking as you move faster, feeling myself hardening. "Can't believe you wanted this."
When you abruptly stop and shove two fingers in, I can't shut myself up in time. A cry escapes, reverberating around the empty hall, rolling off the walls like a preacher's words ought to.
Hey, it's still a show of devotion, isn't it?
You pump your fingers in and out rapidly, watching my hips bounce in tandem, all cares about propriety and consequence gone. I used to be so scared of this place.
There's a little bit of pride to be had in that, you think. In how quickly you can break me down. How quickly you can wipe away my worries. You're the only one who makes me feel that way.
There's nothing in these halls but you and me. And nothing can take that from us.
I finish with another moan, eyes shut and head thrown back. You slowly pull your fingers out lf my cunt, smiling at my red cheeks, strands of hair clinging to my forehead. Was it always this warm in here?
You pinch my tcock once, sharply, and another cry falls from my mouth as you draw your hand back.
"What do you say, darling?"
"Thank you," I mumble before you hold your fingers up to my lips. I open my mouth almost immediately and begin licking your hand clean.
You gently fix my belt, re-tucking my binder and shirt. My boxers are soaked and my collar is wrinkled, my hair's a mess. But I'm smiling at you, face still pink. We get to our feet slowly, and you drape an arm around my shoulders. We're a pair of fucking sinners, aren't we?
Detrans/misgendering kinks DNI
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST
synopses and propaganda under the cut
Zagreus
Synopsis
Zagreus sits inside your head
Zagreus lives among the dead
Zagreus sees you in your bed
And eats you when you're sleeping.
Propaganda
ok so, its the 40th annivercery!! its not offical as the show was off the air at the time, but still!!!! every single companion and doctor actor Big Finish managed to get they got!! but do they play their parts? ...actually not really!
here we have the end of an arc that two seasons coming, Charley and 8 has been through a lot, and at this point their story comes to a starteling and rather horrid conclusion! (OR IS IT?) Charley, who has been rescued from death by the eight doctor, rescuing her when he was not supposed to, has been through a lot, and even as that got solved last episode, by saving her from becoming a portal of death to galifray (a long and better constracted story XD), the doctor and the tardis has sufferd a huge explosen of an anti time bomb! making the doctor to become infected with an anti time infection! making him concive himself as the childhood time lord rhyme known as Zagreus! so now he must distory the entire univerce hahaha, because apperently Rassilon, ie one of the og creatorss of galifray socity wants to make the doctor into Zagrues so he can use him to distroy his emenies!! by distroying him body and soul!!! but what's this??? his former selfes as random people around the time stream coming in with the steal chair????? all led by a very rightfully annoyed Charley because the doctor refused to kill her as she asked because she loves him???? what the fuck will happen next!!
all led delightfuly by Romana and Leela, and K9, and a rather jealous and EVIL tardis played by the Brigadier himself!!
in between this 3 HOUR LONG epic and delightful advanture, apart from the absolote chaos of the event, you will get a suprisingly beutifull speaches filled with exploration of the meaning of love, of friendship! of a love so strong that it shall forfit between dimantions and also canon, the doctor explores what it actually means to be in love with a companion! and Charley, explores what it means to love him even more strongly back!
what it means to be the doctor!! and the fact that the distruction of the tardis is actuall the thing stopping him from completely losing himself to loss and grief 😭, the absolote hammering in of the fact the coraption of time lord scoaity and Rasilon's bigotry, and finally someone understands that if you corrupt the Doctor, you have the absolotle potancial to distroy the entire univerce!!
Paul Mcgann screaming for amazing hours, as he has the best time playing the baddy and people who are not the doctor!! India Fisher as Charley giving it her all and being amazing at it!!
(also the fact that this delightful story is the leadthrough to one of the most terrefying stories of doccy who history, Scherzo! as it explores the themes of this story in a much more detailed way! but that's a horrefying story for another day XD) (@geronimomo-spd )
The 30th anniversary special is overly long and complicated but mostly it is INSANE ! Alice in Wonderlands, giant animatronic rabbits, Vampires and an evil doctor who hAMS it up,,,,that and 4 different doctors as well as TONS of companions plus the Briggs who is actually the TARDIS. it makes no sense! Compels me tho. Everyone says it with me :
Zagreus sits inside your head
Zagreus lives among the dead
Zagreus Sees you in your bed
And eats you when you're sleeping
It's the best anniversary special day of the doctor whomst ? (@gnougnouss )
Scherzo
Synopsis
Once upon a time...
There were two friends, and together they travelled the cosmos. They thwarted tyrants and defeated monsters, they righted wrongs wherever they went. They explored the distant future and the distant past, new worlds and galaxies, places beyond imagining.
But every good story has to come to an end.
With no times or places left to explore, all the two friends have now are each other. But maybe that's one voyage too many. Maybe they'll discover things they'd rather have left undisturbed... hidden away in the suffocating, unfeeling, deafening brightness.
Once upon a time. Far, far away.
Propaganda
It’s a great and fucked up dissection of the Doctor and Charley’s relationship, with a healthy dose of body horror (anonymous)
you will never look at the handshake emoji the same way again (october)
Really creative concept. Puts 8 and Charley into a situation where they have to confront their relationship and what they mean to each other while dealing with an incredibly engaging creature. I can't name an audio that suits the medium better and Ive been consuming Big Finish at an alarming rate. Also noises™️ (anonymous)
Absolutely INSANE episode back when big finish was allowed to get WEIRD weird it has everything: heartfelt discussion about the doctor/companion relationship, love, cannibalism, body horror, the exploration of a very alien world. All of this while making full use of the audio medium in a story that could simply never have been done anywhere else. It's a must listen for everyone. (@gnougnouss )
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Ooooh okay! Headcanon for the infamous TenRen Tickle Tag Team (my fav bois)
They often have Tickle fights amongst one another to see who's the better tickler, but when another hashira walks in on them (ie Giyu, Sanemi, or Muichiro), they hold a contest between each other and use that hashira as a guinea pig to see who's the better tickler
Can't wait to see what u come up with🫶🏾💕
And stay hydrated 🥤
Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!
JKLejajkekjrkjarkjekjr YES! The famous TenRen tickle team is back at it! :D Granted, I kinda forgot to add their own tickle fight into the mix, but they're still just as chaotic as ever! I've gotcha covered!
Stay hydrated and have a great day!
CW: Swearing
“Oh Pa-LEASE! You really think you’re better than me?” Tengen flapped his hands with a puffed noise, dismissing Rengoku’s claim like he was waving away a fart. “Your head must be screwed backwards today, Kyo.”
“Not at all! I stand by what I said, Tengen.” Rengoku smiled, unfazed by the commentary of his companion. “If anything- I believe the glitter you dazzle yourself up with has gone bad. Why else would you doubt my judgment?”
“Are you two fighting?” Muichiro asked as he walked in, seeming to come out of his cloudy thoughts then. “Is it about dumplings again?”
“Not that serious, Mui. See, Kyojuro here thinks he’s the better tickler of our dynamic duo!” Tengen waved an accusatory hand at the blonde. “He’s lost his mind, don’t you think?”
“Now Tengen, not in front of the children.” Rengoku chided, wagging a finger. “You’re just huffy because I’m right.”
“Over my flashy left nu-”
“Oi! Watch your mouth!” Sanemi covered Muichiro’s ears from behind, glaring at the oversized Hashira. “Good lord- Shinobu leaves for ONE afternoon and you two lose all sense.”
Tengen and Rengoku blinked. Then they looked at eachother.
“Flip a coin?” Tengen offered.
“No need. I already know which one I’ll grab.” Rengoku smiled, eyes dancing. “Ready?”
“What?” Muichiro asked, ears still covered.
Sanemi, who’s ears weren’t covered, made a short sound of “OH SHI-” Before he was tackled by Rengoku, easily tossed into the nearest training mat. “Don’t you fucking dare-GEHahhahahahhahaha!” He was laughing almost instantly as fingers attacked his sides.
“Tengen! An idea?” Rengoku called over his shoulder, eyes dancing with glee. “Let’s prove it now! We’ll see who the better tickler is!”
“Oh, you wanna go? Fine then!” Tengen, who had subtly made his way over to Muichiro, tugged the smaller Hashira by his uniform before he could run. “Shall we, Muichiro?”
“....Oh.” The Mist Hashria blinked, coming to. “Oh.” He said again when he realized what was happening. “....Sure, go for it.” He shrugged, accepting his fate.
“That’s what I wanted to hear!” Tengen laughed, easily scooping the small boy up in his arms, fingers flying over his ribs and earning a stream of giggles. “Very well- game on, Rengoku! First to make them squeal for mercy wins!”
“I dihiihihihihin’t agrheehhehhee uhuhuuhuhp for thhihihihihiihs!” Sanemi cackled out, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.
“Do you wish for me to stop?” Rengoku asked, starting to pause.
“Fuhuuhuhhuck no! Wehehhhehe’re gohohoohoohnna behhehehhat thahahhahhahat ohohohohoversihihihized rohoohohoohohock!” He declared, sending Rengoku into a fit of giggles.
“Very well! Let the Great Tickle Slayer Battle commence!”
#headcanon to dabbles#tickle#tickle dabble#demon slayer#TenRen Tickle Attack#fluff#sanemi shinaguzawa#muichiro tokito#tengen uzui#rengoku kyojuro#they're causing mayhem your honor#tw: swearing
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“Check yes, Y/N...” (I)
Imagine you are the youngest daughter of Lord Stark and Aemond Targaryen falls in love with you right before civil war starts. What then?
Warnings: fluff.
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You like the cold. It's soothing, it's home. It's all you ever known. It’s right where you belong. At times, the wolf spirit—a term used rather sternly by Lord Stark to qualify your willfulness—comes to surface and you flee from dinner to run towards the highest hill and there stay, almost howling to the moon. Perhaps you are a she-wolf, indeed—much to your parents dismay.
Nonetheless, you see yourself a sweet she-wolf, though. You are still every inch a damsel, whose preferences lie in the stars, books and solitude. Sometimes you dance, sometimes you play the lute. Unusually, you sew or ride.
When you were a child, though, your spirits were wilder and your mother were often chasing after you because you hated to sew and wanted to play sword with your brothers. However, you are older now—you are not loud, neither a disobedient lass. You possess a sweet nature that flown into a radiant beauty to gaze at, though you are unaware of how beautiful you are to others.
Precisely why your mother and father think wise to marry you before you start taking random flirtations with stable boys to other levels. Such activities are not being tolerated anymore. So now here you are, going to the court with your father to celebrate King Viserys’s name day.
“Why are you looking so abhorrent, my child? Every other lady would gladly switch sides to be in your position now”, so tells your father.
You are dressed in light blue silk gown with details in white, your hair drops loose from both sides in northern fashion braids.
“I do not wish to look so, my father”, you respond him in a melodic voice, bearing a composed smile. “I merely wished we could stay at home, is all. I miss my books. They make me feel more useful than going to celebrate a distant king.”
“I am not tolerating your nonsense”, he snaps at you. “My patience with you is running thin, Y/N. You don’t think I know you are smitten with Master H/N? Nay. A lone wolf does not survive without its pack, and it’s more than time for you to build yours.”
Message is clear. You turn your gaze away, hurt for not being told you are about to get married to some stranger… and thus miss the freedom you’ve always had.
But you can’t tell what fate has for you…
***
Lord Aemond has just left Vhagar when he spots Ser Criston Cole in fast pace.
“Let me guess. Aegon has gone missing again, hasn’t he?”, he rolls his eyes. “And right today. I shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, I am not.”
Ser Criston smirks at the prince.
“Your mother is not in the best of the moods this day, my prince. You are lucky there’s still thirty minutes ahead before the feast begins.”
Aemond smirks back.
“Always on time.”
He, however, hopes he will not be seen when his name echoes in the hallway. Aemond stops, shoulders tense. Fuck.
“Mother dear”, he turns, hands behind his back, posture perfect. “To what I owe the honor?”
“Don’t play the cynical with me, Aemond Targaryen. I told you not to ride on Vhagar this day. It’s your father’s name day. What’s wrong with you?” Alicent smells and groans. “Goodness me! You smell like old dragon!”
“Mother! No need to offend Vhagar”, he protests. “I will bath and not waste our time… Though I hardly expect that he is noticing us.”
“Don’t. Aemond, don’t say these things. Your father loves you…”
Aemond shakes his head. But, holding back his temper, he looks at his mother fondly before pressing a kiss over her temple.
“I will not take that long, I promise.”
And just like that he vanishes, much to Queen Alicent’s frustrations. Couldn’t they just be a functional family for once? But she chews her bottom lip and buried such thought deep in her mind under the pretense all that is well shall end well.
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Your father is very pleased for the honored seats he arranged for him, your brother and you. He is to be found close to Princess Rhaenyra’s side, whom he regards as the true heir to the Iron Throne—as he vowed years before. Your brother, his heir, was arranged to seat by the Velaryon’s table. But you… you got the better part, or so he judged. You are to seat next to princess Helaena’s side.
Despite knowing her good nature, you are suddenly shy. You panic before the fact you are too close to the throne. That is, to the royal family.
I was born to be a loner. My father somehow fails to see it.
Yet, you mask well your insecurities. You take a deep breath, but as you step to take your place, lord Aemond shows up and joins you. You haven’t noticed he’d been following you with his eyes, amused by how socially awkward you are.
“If you excuse me, my lady, you are not the only outsider here”, he says in a husky tone.
“My lord prince”, your eyes go wide and your face goes bright pink. You instantly curtsy. “I…Greetings, my lord. I wasn’t expecting to join your family, is all. It’s an honor unfit for my station, despite my father believing otherwise.”
He chuckles at your words. Aemond is intrigued how you, clearly a northern, provides a great stark from his family.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve seen a humble nobleman before, less so a noblewoman”, he pulls a chair for you to seat before joining your side. “May I know your name, my lady?”
Something about his voice gives you chills and weakens your knees. But a proud she-wolf would not admit it, would you now?
“Lady Y/N Stark”, you present yourself regally. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance…”
He takes your hand and there presses a kiss. As your eyes meet, you don’t seem to notice how lingering the gaze is until he drops your hand. Aemond side smirks at you, amusement glinting before his good eye.
“As it is mine, lady Stark. Have you never seen an one eyed man before?”
“Staring is rude, my mother would reprehend me for such behavior, apologies”, you smile, though nothing in your eyes gives any sign of regret; the ambivalence of your body language and your words hold his attention. “People usually say the eyes give so much of the soul…”
“I have but one. Should it be presumed I have a hole in my soul?”, he muses sarcastically, much to your annoyance.
“This is hardly what I intended to speak. It appears, however, my lord has the ability to read minds since you can so easily decipher what is in mine”, you retort.
Lord Aemond chuckles, appreciating your sharp tongue as he takes a seat next to you at long last.
“Don’t mind me, lady Stark. I was merely being provocative. Ask my relatives away, if you like. Do not take it personal.”
You refuse to cast him a glance, pretending to concentrate yourself in the food there is on your plate.
“Why would I do so? I do not need proofs when you give so willingly.”
“It appears I offended my lady”, he observes in a whisper.
“We did not start well”, you agree, opting for the silence.
But Aemond is not letting you go quiet so easily. He is still transfixed by your presence and what you showed. Sweet you may be, but he finds something else in you that has all of him right into you without your notice.
“I’ve never been to Winterfell before”, he tells you. “So far I’ve been to Harrenhal and the Riverlands, but never so far north. The lands of the wolves. I’ve read about them. The dire-wolves are legendary beasts who, however, possess quite a connection with their owners. Some say it lies in the magical past of the First Men”.
His wit dissolves any first bad impression you had on him, forcing you to look at him, perplexed.
“How’d you know all these things?”
Aemond smirks, pleased to see he has your attention.
“I read books. I am not merely a sword player, my lady, nor some vain lord you might judge. I believe the brain is the best defense of any living creature.”
You tilt your head, not minding the festivities that are occurring, nor how Aegon is rolling his eyes at what he judges as boring conversation.
“Indeed it is, although not many of us are able to sharp it as it should”, you give a half crooked grin.
“How so, lady Stark?”, he inquires, taking his goblet of wine to his lips all the while locking eyes with you.
Your knees go weak and something about how he stares at you makes your feminine parts go warm. Despite such uncomfortable realization, you mask your sentiments well.
“Men are given a greater level of liberty to such matters. This should tell a lot.”
“I detect some resentment in it.”
“This world is not balanced nor fair, my lord. And yet I can’t say I am not privileged myself. I’ve been given some access to knowledge, that I will not lie, against my own mother’s desires, but I wish I had more.”
Aemond smirks. You think he is denuding your soul, but instead of pushing him away, your eyes remain glued against his—the invitation is too tempting to refuse.
“Has the wolf been caged?”
“No, my lord. Like dragons, we are not anybody’s possessions to be slaved to others’ will.”
But for now the conversation is interrupted. To Aemond’s consternation, Lord Velaryon asks you for a dance. What annoys him further is that you smile at him and say yes.
(To be continue)
#ewan mitchell#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x female reader#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen x y/n#aemond fic#house targaryen#aemond#aemond x fem!reader#Aemond Targaryen x Y/N Stark
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would love to hear more about "to watch a bird in flight"! :D
Now that I'm in my ridiculously late break from work (it's literally midnight I procrastinated for too long this morning), I can finally answer these!!
"to watch a bird in flight" is a canon era (eventual) enjoltaire fic, with the title coming from the first amis chapter:
This is a sweet but angsty pre-barricade fic in which Grantaire is a coward, Enjolras is capable of being terrible, and revolution waits in the wings.
It's inspired by the fact that Grantaire is a huge fucking yapper and I hadn't seen enough book-faithful blabbing in a lot of the fics I'd read. But more because I am charmed and fascinated by working out the pipeline from 'roughly repulsed, rejected' to the sudden and unfortunate realization of being in love with someone so a) male in 1830s France, and b) unlike anything one could have anticipated.
I've not said even half the things I have to say about this fic (more is in the tags) so please do comment if you're interested or have any questions!!
Have an angsty little snippet xx:
Bahorel claps a hand on his shoulder as Grantaire begins to shuffle homewards. “Good man. Now straight home, mind. Don't do anything stupid.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he winces, every inch of him sighs with the realization of his mistake.
Grantaire’s body goes rigid beneath his hand.
“Oh?” Grantaire mutters, facing away from him.
“Grantaire-” Bahorel begins.
Grantaire whirls around with a look of deep amusement in his eyes. His grin is almost manic, offset by a bitterness too wracked with self loathing to ignore. His limbs are quaking with the anticipation of his spiel, as if the words themselves are bubbling up within him, jostling to break the surface.
“Grantaire, you're-” Bahorel says again.
“No, dear Bahorel, you're absolutely right, the deuce! As per usual!” Grantaire cries, his voice dripping with insincerity. “So attentive of you to, to warn me against doing something stupid. Oh, as I am wont to do indeed! Bah, you know me so well!”
He is gabbling now, unable to stop himself as words spew out of him, harsher and louder with the rush of the Seine in his ears and the sympathetic grimaces of the blank faces passing him by. His hands flail wildly, desperately, in vast gestures fit for the opera. His performance is all bravado, undercut by deep hurt. Already, the guilt is rising like bile in his throat.
“Ah, alas, without you I would topple into the river! Without you I would, ah whoopsadaisy! And fall in front of every trap I see, I should be so lucky. Ever so sorry, my lord, I didn't realize you'd called for the fool! No matter, no bother, I'll just skip on over, shall I? Yes, you call for the fool, and here I am! In my red stockings and my JANGLY HAT!”
“GRANTAIRE!” Bahorel's cry silences him.
Bahorel is not an astute man by any means, nor is he concerned with the ‘how’s and the ‘why’s of the world. But he is kind. And it does not take him more than a moment to see through Grantaire's hollow little show.
His friend's wandering eyes are guilty and exhausted, and full of despair. He envelopes Grantaire in an embrace.
For a moment, Grantaire is still, then his weight shifts almost imperceptibly against Bahorel's sturdy form.
“You're not a fool,” says Bahorel carefully. “I know that's what this is really about. But I don't think that. And I'd never say what he said…I'm not even certain he meant it himself.”
He holds Grantaire at arm's length, staring him in the eyes. Grantaire shifts uncomfortably and looks at the floor.
“Go home, Grantaire. Okay? Get some sleep. Have some fucking water for God's sake. And tomorrow you can watch whilst I punch that pompous bastard in the mouth.”
He says it with an easy smile on his lips, but Grantaire does not laugh. He just sniffles, wipes his nose on his sleeve, and looks at the floor.
“I'll go home,” he mumbles.
#SAVE ME CANON ERA ENJOLTAIRE#in which Enjolras is actually disgusted by Grantaire#in which Grantaire would actually genuinely just rather die than tell Enjolras he's in love with him#in which Enjolras realises Grantaire's capabilities and is frustrated by his blatant waste of potential#in which Enjolras fleetingly meets his mathc#in which Enjolras fucking HATES slowly falling in love but can't do anything to stop it#and then has to reckon with OH GOD WHY MUST I BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE SO HORRENDOUSLY IMPRACTICAL#les mis#les miserables#victor hugo#enjoltaire#fanfiction
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thoughts on The Sandman (2022)
oh, you knew this post was coming. i haven't done a bullet-list-non-chronological-thought-post in a LONG time. so here i go! my thoughts on the sandman show, in no particular order.
(BEWARE: i have not yet read the comics, but now i intend to!!!)
first of all, i have not been so ENRAPTURED by anything in a long time. i binged watched for the first time with this show - i did NOT want to stop, and therefore made the poor decision to stay up until 5 in the morning - but it was worth it, i think, to have all the characters begin their lives in my head in one night.
let's talk about some characters, shall we? MORPHEUS! Dream of the Endless! (isn't that a badass name?) King of Dreams! i wanted him to smile so badly the entire time, and when he did - when he gave those tiny smirks around Death, and Hob, and i think some others - it truly paid off. an endless being who dresses in all black (rather like. neil gaiman) and speaks dramatically and never not once raises his voice... SO interesting, i want his outfits, etc.
the second one living rent-free in my various neural cortexes: THE CORINTHIAN! mainly because he's gay and looks cool, but we can go deeper than that. a nightmare personified! a nightmare who wants to be seen as something he is not - as a human! is that not THE queer metaphor? a nightmare who fears his destruction and whose creator says he was not made well? godDAMN!! also i want his outfits, etc, okay let's move on:
DEATH and DESIRE. death as an absolutely beautiful ray of sunshine giving comfort to the departed; desire as. as. a hot deceiver. what more can i say. death is wonderful and creates the BEST support for dream - she is the balance to his emo, you might say - and desire is just, you know, mason alexander park lol *dies on the spot*
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. is the lord of hell, and is very tall, and wears a leather jacket, and has an appetite for destruction. what more, pray tell, can i say. alright let's move on from characters because i want to talk about:
24/7. 24 fucking 7. the one that the comic fans, i have heard - and neil gaiman himself, for that matter - consider to be the darkest comic. and i've seen several of you say that the comic is darker than the SHOW, which is - astounding, considering i thought this episode was better than any horror movie i've ever watched. and it started off so innocently! i didn't know what to expect going in, and that made it SO MUCH WORSE when i understood what was happening. i think the moment where i just though 'yuck' and never stopped thinking 'yuck' was the "i fuck your son"; i literally just said "WHAT." and left my jaw hanging open for the entire rest of the episode. that is not a hyperbole - my mouth was open the entire fucking time. this is the world's darkest win for gay people, i guess. when everyone started going at it, i assumed the horror had stopped there - that the revelation of the truth led to new relationships, the ones that everyone actually wanted - BUT NO!!!!!! JOHN MCFUCKING DEE DID NOT STOP THERE!!!!! the idea that the revelation of our true desires leads to just... mass suicide in a diner, homicide, etc........ jesus fucking christ i LOVED that episode it slapped the shit out of my brain. i don't even know what that MEANS
anyway! *i brush the nonexistent dust off my shoulders* let's...... move on from that. i need to relisten to the soundtrack if i want to do any musical analysis, because let's face it, i was awake during the witching hours and i was NOT paying attention to those chord progressions. however, i DO remember that the music kept me engaged and fit very well with what was happening, so there's that.
this show also just, uh, slapped the shit out of my brain in ways i truly did not expect. because some of the moments were just so feel-good! the hob and dream sequence!!! (they're totally gay!) death!! rose and jed!!! and then there were just moments of - oh my god, the corinthian is taking jed into a serial killer convention. he's taking the 12 year old into a serial killer convention. jed's abuse at the hands of barnaby was also just one continuous 'YUCK' feeling; like, god, they really pulled that off didn't they. lyta's desire to leave the waking world to live with her husband in the dreaming.... her husband as a ghost in a place he is not supposed to be.... that is QUITE an exploration of grief, isn't it!! i'm going insane
three words: GREGORY THE GARGOYLE
i really love the juxtaposition of the endless and all the strange beings / creatures they encounter next to Humans Just Trying To Human. rose walker did not want ANY of this shit - she just wants to find her brother, maybe destroy part of the foster care system, have a nice apartment, etc. and then she meets dream of the endless, around whom you could not possibly act entirely human. john dee and johanna constantine truly feel like the in-between of "humans trying to human"; john dee has made himself into something not entirely human and is trying to put himself on-par with Dream, and johanna constantine is confidently facing demons. otherwise we have the endless, and dreams, and normal people. actually i suppose the corinthian is also one of the in-between - a nightmare who wants to exist as a human in the waking world, doing human things like Fucking That Girl's Housesitter
stephen fry was excellent as always. love when he gets to play an Extra British Man
let's talk about the queerness. i know this comic was queer from the beginning, and i cannot WAIT to experience that. i think there is a very subtle difference - a difference that we easily mistake, all the time - between queer characters added as tokens for representation, and queer characters added because the writers know and understand that queer people are a normal part of life. we may ask: is the queerness central to the plot? and in both these cases, the answer may be no; but one answers 'no' because the writers view the queerness as expendable or as a currency, and the other answers 'no' because the writers understand that queerness may be integrated into the story without being the story, that queerness is a fact of life. and i think we all know which one sandman is, and i deeply appreciate neil gaiman and everyone who worked on this show for that; it seems neil's been with us from the beginning, and learning along the way.
and with that, i will conclude this post. i love this show so much, and i cannot wait to get my greedy little hands on the comics.
#the sandman#sandman#neil gaiman#dream of the endless#death of the endless#desire of the endless#yep i'm throwing a lot of tags in this one!! suffer#the corinthian#corinthian#rose walker#jed walker#john dee#lucienne#lucifer morningstar#the sandman netflix#sandman netflix#hob gadling#sandman comics#johanna constantine#sandman 24/7
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“There is no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled with rose-water. “You are quite perfect. Pray, don’t change.”
Henry stop fucking grooming him for one second, he's trying to have a character arc.
Dorian's great act of mercy is finally not fucking over a young woman just because he has a fleeting interest in her. For maybe anyone else I'd be like nooo you're just isolating yourself it's unhealthy, but Dorian just is a shitty person, so yeah, if he "can't help" but hurt everyone he knows he should avoid impressionable young people. Of course, Henry is a whore, so--
“Besides, how do you know that Hetty isn’t floating at the present moment in some starlit mill-pond, with lovely water-lilies round her, like Ophelia?”
"Dorian, you should have just slept with her and ruined her chances at a normal life anyway. She would have killed herself either way." Remind me why people think he's charming.
"You must play Chopin to me. The man with whom my wife ran away played Chopin exquisitely."
GOOD FOR HER. Go get it, Victoria, hell yeah. If I seem like a hypocrite cheering her on and condemning Henry, yes, I am, and I have no shame, I truly hope he was hurt by her leaving him. I wish every inconvenience upon him.
"I dare say he fell into the Seine off an omnibus and that the conductor hushed up the scandal. Yes: I should fancy that was his end. I see him lying now on his back under those dull-green waters, with the heavy barges floating over him and long weeds catching in his hair.”
Does Henry have a fetish for suicide by drowning? Is the only way he can finish by looking at that one painting of Ophelia? Jesus man. He complains Dorian's idea that Basil was murdered is "too romantic" and then he gets all hot and bothered saying "mm imagine Basil rotting in a river".
"There is some one at White’s who wants immensely to know you—young Lord Poole, Bournemouth’s eldest son. He has already copied your neckties, and has begged me to introduce him to you. He is quite delightful and rather reminds me of you."
[...]
"We might go together, and I will take you to lunch afterwards with Lady Branksome. She is a charming woman, and wants to consult you about some tapestries she is thinking of buying. Mind you come. Or shall we lunch with our little duchess? She says she never sees you now. Perhaps you are tired of Gladys? I thought you would be. Her clever tongue gets on one’s nerves. Well, in any case, be here at eleven."
Henry, what the fuck do you think you are? A pimp??
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bestie medic! s/o losing it with a damaged droid and they're like "I fix people, not droids and this stUPID FUCK is not even close" and Vader appears outta nowhere (as he does) and is like 'move' and goes to town and,,,, boom. Medic is flabbergasted they're all 'how'd you do that' and he just ✨trauma dumps✨ emotionally available Vader is a guilty pleasure
BEST FRIEND IDK WHAT IT IS BUT THE WAY YOU WORDED THIS MADE ME LAUGH REALLY HARD 💀💀💀 i got like a mental image of that one SpongeBob meme where he's like "hold up i got this" YKNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT??? ITS FUNNY LOL
BUT ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE!!!
You had always prided yourself on being able to take a lot of shit. Being somewhat of a prerequisite for your job, it was only natural that your tolerance of it would only build up over time. Being a medic for the Imperial fleet, and even his medic from time to time, your shit tolerance only grew with time. You had learned quickly how to pick your battles, and just how much effort you were willing to give any task at any given time.
But, despite all this, there was just some shit that you just couldn't tolerate. No matter how much you tried.
One example of that is when people pawned off work to you that was nowhere even close to your department of expertise.
"Will you just be still for a moment?!" You nearly shouted on the probe droid that was messily sprawled across your station, your brow furrowed and your cheeked heated in frustration. The droid either didn't understand what you were saying or didn't care, seeing as it continued to flail its long, spindly legs from under its restraints. No matter what angle you tried to go in at the damn thing, it always just started to beep way too loudly, doing everything possible to keep you from trying to fix the damned thing. It was frustrating beyond belief. What kind of driod doesn't want to be fully operational? That one, apparently. Or it just didn't like you.
That was fair. You didn't like it much either.
"Come on! It's just gonna take a moment!" You tried bargaining with the driod, but to no avail. As soon as you even tried to unscrew its damaged frame, it started lashing out on you again, making you pull away with a jolt.
Growing even more frustrated, you let out an exasperated sigh as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
"I tell people all the damn time! I fix people, not driods! And they still don't listen! Ugh, whatever. Come on bud, I'm taking you down to maitenance."
As you stepped over to the robot again, you weren't able to hear over the sounds of its flurry of beeps and mechanical cries the doors to your station open and shut. You weren't able to hear the sound of the rhythmic, mechanical breathing of your lover come in behind you, nor the sound of his heavy boots against the ground. Watching from behind you trying to battle the driod, he had to admit, was rather amusing. It was like watching someone who hated cats trying to heard cats. He would have continued to watch the scene unfold before him, if it weren't for the fact he was only here in the first place because he sensed your frustration from the other side of the Death Star.
"Move." He rumbled out, pushing past you, "Allow me, (YN)."
The sudden sound of his deep voice paired with his sudden, large presence nearly made you jump out of your skin. You were unable to keep the yelp of surprise from escaping your lips as you saw your sith lover begin to tinker with the driod.
"Good God, Vader!" You exclaimed, clutching a hand to your chest, "You promised to stop sneaking up on me like that!"
The dark lord said nothing in response as he continued to fiddle with the driod, pressing the odd button or two every few moments. Surprisingly enough, the driod didn't seem to mind this. It actually looked like it was enjoying what the sith was doing to it. Now knowing any possible way to help him, you watched as Lord Vader worked with the driod. It was probably the most focused you had ever seen him. Even though you didn't know shit about driod repair or mechanics, you could tell he knew what he was doing. You would've been lying if you said it wasn't impressive. You didn't take Vader to be much of a handyman.
"Damn, love." you spoke eventually, crossing your arms over your chest, "Since when have you been so good at driod repair?"
You watched as the sith paused his movements briefly before he responded to you. Even through his respirator, you were able to pick up a far away tone in his deep voice.
"When I was a boy," he responded eventually, "I was quite skilled in the matter. I even built one of my own, for my mother before she... passed. His intention was to help her when I was unable to."
You felt your face soften as you heard your lover speak, a small smile appearing on your lips. He never really talked about his childhood, or anyone he knew from his past. You could understand this. Every time he did, you could tell just how painful it was for him. How many regrets he had. But, you could also tell: not everything was bad.
And this seemed to be a part of it.
Stepping closer to the sith lord, your smile grew as you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him from behind. You pressed your face against his cape as you listened to him work, giving him a tight squeeze of reassurance. The way he softened under your touch told you that he appreciated it.
"Well, if that's the case," you said to him, "I know who to call the next time someone gives me a driod instead of a person to fix."
#do yall think he still likes to fix driods in his free time?#like in secret or smth?#WE NEED ANSWERS#darth vader x reader#star wars x reader
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MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 6
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?? : Don't move.
??: What a little daredevil to turn around. Did you not hear my warning?
EMMA : Mr. Camus!?
CAMUS : What are you doing in here?
EMMA : I'm so sorry! I was following after Seven and then…I accidently found this room…
CAMUS : And what are these mysterious creatures with you, hm? You're not very convincing.
NAVI : Hey~ What's in these stinky bags? Is it fish?
MATEO : Where is Sion?
EVAN : I've never seen a weapon like this…Hmm, so cleverly sculpted.
HIMMEL : Ah, this plant emits such a strong fragrance. The color of the petals represents a harbinger of devastation.
EMMA : (The black fairies are ignoring Camus and ransacking the place!)
CAMUS : The items you see here are the offerings of the Bloody Lady, the owner of my casino. We don't want it touched. If it gets damaged before it gets into Mam's hands, there will be consequences.
EMMA : Mam? You mean…
CAMUS : ……..?
EMMA : (I thought that Camus had left the Bloody Lady…)
EMMA : So you are a member of the Bloody Lady after all?
CAMUS : ………….
CAMUS : Hm…It would appear that you are not a spy.
EMMA : (A spy? What does he mean by that?)
CAMUS : Still, I can't just let you and those creatures rifle through such precious cargo. What is that creature? And what are you doing in my casino?
EMMA : (Camus really doesn't know about the black fairies?)
NAVI : Ha, ha, ha, ha! What are you gonna do, master? Should I attack?
EMMA : Wait, Navi.
EMMA : (I want to avoid violence if possible.)
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CAMUS : Are you saying that you are chasing an organization that uses these…black fairies, as weapons?
EMMA : Yes. We came here because we heard about a special gun they were carrying. Apparently this gun was being distrubted through channels controlled by the Bloody Lady. So we assumed the Bloody Lady is part of the organization we are chasing. There is a chance that they are using these guns to destroy dreams. So, we went undercover.
CAMUS : So, they are using these black fairies to incite negative emotions in humans and make them run amok, is that correct?
EMMA : Yes. And we are trying to stop it.
CAMUS : ………
EMMA : Camus?
EMMA : (He seems to be thinking hard on something…Maybe this is a good time to escape?)
NAVI : ……..
Navi and I exchange a glance, but just as I was about to make my escape…
CAMUS : I told you not to move.
Camus pointed the barrel of the gun directly at my head.
CAMUS : I understand the situation. But, I still can't let you go. It is best to eliminate even the smallest spark right now. Lest we start a fire.
NAVI : Master? Shouldn't we go?
EVAN : You're going to die, you fool.
HIMMEL : My lord, please command me to destroy this man.
CAMUS : I know firsthand what happens to those who thoughtlessly meddle in the underworld. You shall learn that yourself.
NAVI : Master, c'mon!
CAMUS : I propose a deal.
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MAN IN BLACK 1 : This is the place.
KAI : ……
KINGSLEYS' MAN 1 : Uuuuuuuurgh! My chest is killing me!
MAN IN BLACK 1 : These are the men who inhaled the black powder.
NOAH : Four…No…Five guys…Terrible.
ITSUKI : Where is this black powder?
MAN IN BLACK 2 : The Bloody Lady took all of the bags. We're seriously fucked, man.
KINGSLEYS' MAN 1 : Arggggh! Stop! That hurts!
KAI : Hey, calm down. Breathe. Jeez…Your skin is so pale…
ITSUKI : I've seen this condition before…
*FLASHBACK*
MAN IN STREET 2 : What the hell!? Suddenly my chest hurts! Arrrrgh!
MAN IN STREET 1 : I can't breathe! Why am I crying!
*END FLASHBACK*
CROW : Emma!
EMMA : Hey you guys! What's going on?
ITSUKI : The black fairies' noxious gas did this to these guys.
NOAH : So that's what the black powder is…
CROW : ……..
ITSUKI : Crow?
KINGSLEYS' MAN 1 : ………..
CROW : It's gonna be okay…Just stay with me….
ITSUKI : ……..
MAN IN BLACK 3 : Damn it! Those assholes did this to our guys! What the hell is the Bloody Lady up to!?
NOAH : ……..?
#Otome#Yumekuro#Yumekuro Translations#YMKR translations#YMKR#Dream Meister Translations#Otome Translations#Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy#Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations#ch3p6
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This isn't like good by any means but I had fun writing it. So here have this. The House however ended up not helping her in this but maybe next time.
Rhysand deserves to die.
After Rhysand threatened to kill her Nesta decided that she wants to kill this bastard of a High Lord who could only save himself after Feyre died during childbirth. The plan is to of course torture him for letting Feyre letting her get locked in the house with Cassian who also needs to die. Feyre's death may have been sad but the anger she feels towards her is immense.
The House Will allow her to torture both of them because her plan is to cause them the pain she felt as they caused her. First she'll have to find these assholes. They are somewhere in Velaris. After Nesta refused the mating bond Cassian disappeared.
Nesta does have the power of death after all.
Nesta finds Rhysand in one of their five houses "it seems you've found me" he seethed "are you ready to die?" She responded
"Feyre is already dead." "That was your fault." Nesta responded. Nesta pulls out a dagger and points it towards him "Shall we?" He may be 500 years old but because Feyre is dead he had holed himself into one of the buildings, Nesta goes towards Rhys with a menacing smile on her face and goes behind his back and puts the dagger on his neck gently stroking it so that a little blood goes down his neck. "You deserve to suffer for how you treated me and threatened to kill me, because I told my sister she would die, now here we are." She then starts to gently trace her middle finger over his jaw "Would be a shame if you died a quick death?"
He squirmed in her arms "No moving or I'll cut your skin." She kept the dagger close to his throat and slightly cut his skin, then moved it towards his chest. "I will not bow down to you." He said, Nesta just smiled and continued tracking the dagger down his chest and moved in front of him. She slowly dragged the dagger towards his heart. She then stabbed him multiple times in a row. "Fuck you and your righteousness for choice." She said as she repeatedly stabbed him. "Die you fucking asshole." The fact that he barely said anything pleased her highly, of course he was screaming in agony. She then used her death magic to stop his heart and he slumped onto the ground.
He is finally dead now to go find Cassian.
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Day 12: Miss the Boat
In which Agnes goes shopping with Edmont. SFW.
“Mistress Currai, you simply cannot miss the boat on this new fashion!” The Ishgardian weaver explained as she showed off a healing dress. “This is going to be huge!”
Agnes, however, was not convinced. “I…I’m not the biggest fan of ruffles and frills.” Because they tend to make me look fatter than I am. No. No. Stop. They’re not flattering. Learn to love yourself, Agi. You’ve been trying to be better about this!
Lord Edmont nodded. “Nay, tis not your usual fashion, my dear, but,” he lightly touched her arm. “Mayhap give it a try. You never know.”
“I-I don’t think they even have my size to try on, Edmont.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. This is going to end with me in tears, and I’ve cried enough lately. “Tha—”
“But Mistress Currai! I can show you a sample of fabric and use a glamour prism! Tis no trouble!” The weaver said obviously trying to salvage what could be a very expensive sale. The pleading look in her eyes and Edmont’s smile of reassurance led Agnes to sigh.
“Alright. Let’s see the sample and use the glamour prism.”
The weaver looks like she’s going to die of happiness. You haven’t got the sale yet, sweetie! Oh gods, I sound like Mum. A few moments later, fabric in her hands (very soft and flowing), Agnes noticed the glamour prism being used on her.
Here goes nothing.
When she glanced into the mirror, she was shocked.
Edmont tapped his cane with joy.
“OH MISTRESS CURRAI! You look lovely in the Neo-Ishgardian healing dress!”
“I concur with the good madam, Agnes. You look stunning.” Edmont, please don’t make me cry in front of everyone in the Jeweled Crozier.
Agnes grinned as she did a little twirl in front of the mirror, still holding the fabric. “I honestly was expecting to hate it, but it’s amazing. Feminine and still very much functional, which is important to me.” She turned to the weaver. “It’s dyeable?”
The weaver nodded happily. “Any color you’d like, Mistress Currai.”
She thought for a moment before speaking again. “I think…the only modification I’d want is for the front to be a little longer, since I’m so tall. Is that something you can—”
“Yes, of course Mistress Currai.”
“And how much—”
Edmont waved a hand. “I will take of it, Agnes. Think of this as a very late Starlight gift. Now,” he walked to the healing tights and boots. “shall we complete the set, so to speak?”
Agnes’s eyes widened. He is not spending that much. I know he’s loaded and has nothing better to do, but please!!! “I think my usual leggings…or even…just some short tights…would be good along with my thigh-high boots.”
“Jewelry?” Oh dear, he’s got the same look Mum gets when she’s determined to buy me something. “Don’t you dare take no for an answer, young lady, OR ELSE!”
“E-earrings?”
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“What dost thou think of mine appearance?” Agnes asked mimicking Urianger when she returned to the First some time later in her new healing garb.
“Ha! My lady hath chosen a new look.” Urianger laughed. “One that suits her quite well.”
As she did in the Jeweled Crozier, Agnes did a little twirl with a big smile on her face. “I quite like it too. Where are the others?”
As Urianger explained the current situation, Agnes couldn’t help but keep smiling.
I feel…
No.
I am beautiful.
#agnes currai#urianger augurelt#edmont de fortemps#ffxiv write 2022#ffxiv write#cw body image#day 12 miss the boat#agi got in on that fashion#references to Luci Littlefoot Currai
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tgcf liveread 2
archiving the twitter thread I made when I first read Heaven Official's Blessing, Tian Guan Ci Fu, one of the most delightful reading experiences of my life, in March of 2020 (this post from 3/26/20):
Chapter 30 starting with some STRAIGHT HUALIAN ROMANCE
"the two were just staring at each other, grinning"
just BROS HANGING OUT IN BED TOGETHER
Yall Ghost City is so cool & creepy & gruesome???? I can’t wait to see what the donghua does with this???? The animation will be INCREDIBLE
I’m sitting on my roof reading & when Shi Qingxuan said “Ghost City is Hua Cheng’s territory” I cackled so loudly someone down on the street looked up at me
“There’s a path for you in Heaven, but you refuse to take it, and instead, chose to barge into Hell. What shall we do with you?”
Hua Cheng slouching behind the curtain is like ALL THE LIFE GOALS OF SEXY
Hua Cheng watching Xie Lian roll into his casino like “honey did you think I wouldn’t notice you”
Hua Cheng, to all the bouncers: if you see the Crown Prince of Xian Le THAT IS MY BOYFRIEND AND BE NICE TO HIM. also BRING HIM TO ME BY WHATEVER FLIMSY EXCUSE NECESSARY
IM SO INTO THIS I CANT STOP YELLING TO THE CAT SITTING NEXT TO ME ON MY ROOFTOP CAN YOU BELIEVE HE HAS THE EYEPATCH NOW??? CAN YOU CAT WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!!!!
cat & I enjoying the sunset While I Yell ABOUT THE CASINO LORD HUA CHENG
gentlemen I know you’re in love but EVERYONE IS STARING AT YOU
the sheer SEXUAL TENSION OF THIS SCENE
Oh good people in-scene are literally fainting because the sexual tension is too strong
Xie Lian: oh no all I can bet is my lunch leftovers which is this half eaten bun Hua Cheng: thank god my boyfriend hasn’t changed & always carries trash around in his pockets
this Dramatic Bitch I Love Him
Did I say Xie Lian was a himbo? I was wrong. Lang Qianqiu is the REAL himbo around here
The Two Himbos Win Out: we can’t lie to a friend that breaks bro code
oh my gOD IM LOSING IT
Okay let’s stop & talk about this personally & narratively
As an obligate extrovert who needs to be around 2-6 (but no more) people at all times to be happy: SAME, HUA CHENG, SAME
Narratively: if Hua Cheng our a flashing neon sign around his neck that said SINGLE it could not be more obvious than this comment (which was immediately preceded with “I never go to brothels”)
Hua Cheng, in this scene: I DON’T SLEEP AROUND, I’M SINGLE AS FUCK, CAN I MOVE INTO YOUR TINY APARTMENT SHRINE
and thank god the reaction from Xie Lian is “omg please move in with me immediately, we’ll share a pillowless bamboo mat and eat trash” and Hua Cheng is so happy
why is Hua Cheng so sexy ughhhhhh
this is a hell of an image
Noooooo don’t keep secrets from each other nooooooooooooooo
Jun Wu: don’t touch the scimitar no matter what
Xie Lian:
Jun Wu: don’t touch the scimitar no matter what
Xie Lian:
Xie Lian: is the scimitar his penis
Dad:
Xie Lian:
Nooooo why are they keeping secrets from each other is so stressful
Nooooooooo THIS IS GAY PANIC FROM XIE LIAN
AHHHHHHH THIS BOOK IS HITTING EVERY SINGLE HIGH NOTE
I had to read Hua Cheng’s lines here out loud in the sexiest voice I could think of bc threatening someone for your significant other is Sexy
Omg I Love E-Ming as much as Ruoye im sorry i was ever scared of this cute little pup if a sword
oh!!!! Soft!!!!! he is a Soft!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh i should’ve quit after.... so many parts ago I have to work tomorrow BUT i couldn’t leave if Hualian were Upset At Each Other now that theyre holding hands i can finally sleep
Okay I’ll resume tmrw with ch 49 in #tgcf, #heavensofficialblessing, this delightful delightful charming delicious piece of fiction please tune in anytime you like for a read along at https://sakhyulations.com/novel/heaven-officials-blessing/
(Full resources for mxtx translations at https://google.com/amp/s/thelostintern.tumblr.com/post/181315156804/mxtx-translations-masterpost/amp…)
archive note 2022: please buy official licensed publications of Heaven Official's Blessing, published by Seven Seas publishing, available where all major novels are sold!!!!!
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hiiii it’s dc anon <33 oh lord icb u also like the grishaverse like at this point i feel like we have the same brain (which would actually be amazing cuz ur like an amazing writer i want an ounce of ur talent) also !!!! absolutely adore how ck is going i can’t wait to see how steph beats tim up so he can finally stop being the way he is (which probably will never happen because he’s … well … u know …. tim but still). and wait omg before i forget, i loved what u did with jason like idc that he was there for such a small amount of time hes my favorite batfam character and i’m so tired of people completely missing the point of his character (and fuck dc for what they did to him !!!!) thank u so much for doing him justice and taking him away from the vigilante / violent lifestyle, my guy deserves a break.
i feel like this is already insanely long but i saw ur posts abt project hail mary (i hope i didn’t get the name wrong). i thought it sounded pretty interesting and considering that we might as well have the same tastes i was wondering if u could possibly drop some books / book series recs ??? i’m so sorry if this is annoying but i’ve been in a reading slump since the beginning of the month 😭
anyway !!! i know i say this in every single ask i send but u really are amazing pls take care and good luck with the new semester i know ur gonna do amazing, just remember to take it one day at a time <3
HI DC ANON <333 YOU TOO? omg… our minds… that is such a cool coincidence!!!! honestly so happy about it, like daiya. dc. grishaverse. omg. so cool!!! we’re basically bffs now <3 (also this is very long so under the cut <3)
WLDMEKDKEK yeah… yeah… tim is certainly… tim…. but no worries at least here he will Face The Consequences Of His Own Actions. if there’s anything i like to do with him, it’s That. so without saying too much. He will certainly be getting a dressing down from Some People….
OMG? OF COURSE i love jason so much he rotates in my brain just as much as tim (a lot more now that i’m shifting away from tim actually, jason and someone else i shall not name yet…) like he was what drew me into dc in the first place, he will always have a special place in my heart.. and there is just SO MUCH potential for his character and dc will never cash in on it. instead they give him crowbars as a weapon and use him as a prop for bruce and it’s just. UGH.
civilian nurse!jason is in my brain constantly. so much so that i’ve thought about doing something for him. i don’t like to mention fic ideas until they’ve been posted/started writing (that way i know they’re actually feasible!) but for u beloved dc anon i will happily make an exception… so one idea that rotates in my brain a lot is that. civilian nurse!jason i mean, it doesn’t take place in gotham but somewhere else, maybe something like a small town. he’s in pediatrics and something something lonely/unsure what to do now. fulfilled by his job but still missing a social aspect and YEAH. yeah. something about hope something about humanity i’m not sure. like i said it’s a super rough idea that i’d like to do but not sure if i ever will but. for you <3
don’t worry about the length i absolutely do not mind!!! i love talking to you <33 and you aren’t annoying at all!!! i’ve got some recs!!! and you are right hehe it’s project hail mary by andy weir!!! it is SUCH an excellent book, i highly HIGHLY recommend it!!! the martian by him is also pretty good (not as good as project hail mary and with a bit more math too but still understandable!).
for recs… let’s see! i’m not too into fiction these days actually, i lean more into nonfiction and honestly i haven’t read as much as i’d like to (i’m also in a reading slump but project hail mary got me going!) so let’s see
ones i have read and recommend and sorted into categories:
fiction
project hail mary by andy weir
the martian by andy weir
an orestia translated by anne carson
frankenstein by mary shelley (i feel basic for this one but it’s timeless it’s so good even if you had to read it for high school… picking it up on your own and reading it it is excellent)
nonfiction
the body keeps the score by bessel van der kolk (personal favorite and also Very appealing to the psych major part of me so that might skew it)
the art of loving by erich fromme (also a personal favorite)
like streams to the ocean by jedidiah jenkins
poetry
dog songs by mary oliver (i have a collected volume of her poems as well, i think it’s vol 1?)
the carrying by ada limón
currently attempting to read right now (as in i’ve been on it a while…): pride and prejudice by the myth the legend herself jane austen. also currently rereading ruin and rising by leigh bardugo (this and siege and storm went by quickly but again they’re re-reads so much easier)
ones that are on my to-read that i’ve heard great things about:
fiction
if beale street could talk by james baldwin,
sense and sensibility and emma by miss jane austen once again!
nonfiction
all about love by bell hooks
attached by amir levine and rachel heller
i hope this helps!!! and if you happen to have any recs, let me know!!!
this got so very long but i love talking to you so thank you so much for popping in <33 and thank you for your kind words as well <33 i hope you’re doing better and taking care of yourself too!!!! :** <33
#sending you hugs also kissing ur brain because of our shared vision for jason#and general interests 🤝🤝🤝#truly. our brains 🤝#inbox#anonymous#dc anon 🔎
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