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eyes-of-mischief · 2 years

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weekly fic recs | 11

fandoms: dbh, dr stone, jjk, mcu

dbh

The Double Life of Connor, The Deviant Detective by TheProphetMich

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Connor gets appointed to the DPD as the first (non-prototype) android detective months before deviants enter the public eye. He continues to work alongside Hank after he deviates and saves androids while pretending he's still a machine.

Self-Destruction by sky_blue_hightops

He stumbled to a stop several blocks away. He closed his eyes only to see dead ones gazing back from his automatic memory replay. Dead eyes, cold skin, his sensors offered. No heartbeat, red blood.

STRESS AT 99.4%. SELF-DESTRUCTION IMMINENT. *** Connor is stressed out and Hank has to calm him down.

dr stone

like an ordinary fool (when his ordinary dreams fall through) by Jazer

Gen will never, ever be someone more than an investment.

Although, he supposes, it’s better to be an investment than a target practice for a bottle of unfinished vodka.

Or: sometimes you end up getting the short end of the stick and your mind tries to take over to protect you - and Asagiri Gen, he's just learning how to recover the pieces of himself that fell apart along the way.

An Eternity in a Night by A_Thousand_Skies (cywscross)

Nights are hard for Senkuu. Gen and Ryuusui try to make them less so.

jjk

The Art of Genuflecting by EvilPeaches

(explicit)

It starts out small. A whisper in his mind. A thought that isn’t his own, spoken in a cadence that isn’t his either. It doesn't take long for Yuji to have the realization that nothing is sacred anymore.

Sukuna doesn’t just ‘go away’, like being locked in a damn box. No, he listens, he observes. His soul, enclosed inside of Yuji, a domineering parasite along for the ride.

You should be honored, Sukuna’s mocking voice hisses in his mind. You belong to a god.

Yuji doesn't feel honored. He doesn't feel honored in the slightest.

mcu

The Needle and the Killing Done by spitandvinegar

(mature) (rape/non-con)

The asset wears blue jeans, a t-shirt, a denim jacket. The asset wears one glove. The asset walks around the city. It feels as if it remembers something. It doesn't know what it remembers. Perhaps it remembers everything.

After two days the insects crawling over the asset's body become intolerable. The asset uses its metal arm to attempt to remove the insects from the meat arm. The results are not satisfactory.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” says a pile of refuse.

aiding and abetting: a peter parker saga by indexofangels, peterstank

Bucky Barnes stands in the middle of the produce section at Peter’s local supermarket, staring unblinkingly at the display of oranges like he’s having some kind of a war flashback.

“Finding everything okay?”

The Winter Soldier starts a little. “Yeah, no, I’m good, just—” he finally glances at Peter and squints. “You don’t even work here, do you?”

“No, but I know this place like the back of my hand.” He glances into the mini cart Barnes is pushing, which is full to the brim with junk foods: tootsie pops, cookie dough, Cheerios, and kettle cooked chips. “Have you considered, perhaps, a vegetable?”

or: 5 times peter parker runs into the rogues separately + the 1 time they work together as a team

Part 2 of stankyflower verse

mdzs

you've got to find a way, say what you want to say by Quixiote

Every month, a man comes into the post office with a letter that cannot be sent to the person they are intended for.

Or: The Saga of The Letters To The YiLing Patriarch as told by DushanYou sect Post-ivator Bai Ju

#weekly fic recs #no prompt #mdzs fic recs #dbh fic recs #dr stone fic recs #jjk fic recs #mcu fic recs

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kurr-dappya · 2 years

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Okay im really desperate now, but does anyone have the link to that one sengen fic where gen almost froze to death and the only thing that kept him alive long enough for senku and the others to find him was tricking himself to believe that it wasnt as cold as it really was??? And then senku like hugged him the entire time on the way back on the boat to share some body heat.

Pls ive read that along time ago and i cant seem to find it anymore. I need help. Im so desperat. It hurts.

#sengen #senku x gen #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #dr. stone #sengen fic rec

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dark-elf-writes · 6 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15423582/chapters/35798331

Try this, this is a massive crossover between: Katekyo hitman reborn, BNHA, DR Stone and Persona .

Massive but interesting

!!!

#the elf talks #fic rec #mha #bnha #reborn #dr stone #persona

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embrose · 1 year

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I just finished with Dr. Stone and season 3 can't come fast enough 'cos this post-obsession void is swallowing me whole and AO3 has a limited amount of Sengen fics to keep my too-high standards fed. Fic recs are appreciated, please and thank you.

#dr stone #dr. stone #fic rec #sengen #help me #i feel empty #but my watchlist isn't #but nothing else feels good enough now #just adhd things #post obsession void #an unfortunate adhd side effect

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stonesparrow · 2 years

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Fic Spotlight

Like Judith and Holofernes by divisiblebyfour

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Major character death

Category: Gen

Words: 5862

Chapters: 1

I was sifting through the dr. stone tag on ao3 for stuff I could review, and I realized this fic currently (at the time of this writing) has less than 500 hits, which like...I think it deserves more attention! Especially since ao3 user divisiblebyfour (aka @lazy-sixteen) is such a compelling writer. This is probably my favorite of their dr. stone fics, now that I think about it (I encourage everyone to go check out their other works too).

Since it discusses character death and grief, I’m gonna put the spotlight under the readmore :P

There aren’t a ton of fics that focus primarily on Yuzuriha, but this one takes her perspective and dives deep into her psyche in a way that’s both sweet and heartfelt...and dark and melancholy.

Spoiler alert: Senku’s dead for real, and Yuzuriha and Taiju are left to suffer the consequences. Throughout the fic Yuzuriha finds herself dealing with deep grief and sadness, with memories of her friendship with Senku interwoven with moments that really twist your heart into a pretzel, tie it into a rock, and throw it straight into the unfeeling pacific ocean, to say the least.

One thing I adore about this fic is how Yuzuriha’s grief turns itself into a quiet, but powerful rage. I love the idea of Yuzuriha being the most ruthless of the trio when it comes down to it, not manifesting like burning wildfire, but the kind of solemn, cool decisiveness that can only be brought out through intense suffering.

I won’t spoil the ending but I will say that I felt the story was well structured and had a solid, satisfying ending for what it was building up to be, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. A delightfully dark and yet beautifully executed concept that lends itself to deep character exploration and an appreciation for the way that losing a loved one changes a person permanently.

Some favorite quotes:

“Standing in the sun on that hot, awful mountaintop with sulfur and blood in her nose, Yuzuriha, watching Taiju mutely search their belongings for something to use as a shovel, discovers what is means to truly hate.”

"Then I guess that leaves me to look after you."

“She is not intelligent like Senku, nor strong like Taiju, but Yuzuriha knows how to see a project through, especially with such vivid inspiration.”

#dr stone #dr. stone #dcst #fic rec #fic spotlight #fic recs #continuing to refine my fic spotlight posts #figured I should add the rating and warnings

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foolishlovers · 1 month

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COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are either students or professors at college/university.

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Catch Me When I Fall by Ghostinthehouse (G, 666) Later, at home, they laugh openly about it, and lay bets on how long it will be before this year's undergraduates catch on that they are married. "Your turn to drop a clue next, angel," Crowley drawls from where he sprawls with his feet on Aziraphale's lap.

A New Adventure by Arielavader (T, 1k) Crowley did not expect the new guy in their D&D group to be so… gorgeous.

Emporium by wingeddeanmon (Not Rated, 1k) Aziraphale's friends ditch him at the local goth store. The employee working is friendly, and he soon develops a crush.

Ineffable Professors by spoondrifts (G, 2k) After noticing all the blatant pining, the classes of Mr. Fell and Dr. Crowley join forces to set up their respective teachers.

The Best College Parties are the Ones that You Leave Early by MariMoon812 (T, 3k) For a moment they just started at each other as Crowley’s spinning head tried to comprehend what, exactly, was happening. Was this one of the professors? No, he clearly wasn’t that old, but then why was he dressed like that? Was it a hipster thing? Did the guy also have an antique typewritter that he used to write history papers? What? Why was he just staring at him? Just as Crowley was beginning to short circuit, the boy squinted at him and leaned forward slightly. “Erm…” “Why are you wearing sunglasses?” “Huh?”

But Together We Have it All by HolyCatsAndRabbits, Dannye Chase (T, 3k) College student Aziraphale discovers that it might not be so bad having terrible roommates if he’s got a handsome fellow student offering the use of his couch for the night. Especially if it seems he’s got a crush on Aziraphale. Really especially if it seems he needs rescuing from his own awful roommates. A Good Omens human AU written for the Good Omens Holiday Exchange on Dreamwidth.

Poor Men by smol_bird (G, 3k) What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (G, 4k) “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.” No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

Seven Minutes In Hell by AppleSeeds (T, 4k) Being trapped in a cupboard with the guy he has such an intense crush on he can hardly speak to him is bad enough, but things get even worse for Crowley when he starts having a panic attack and Aziraphale sweetly comforts and cares for him.

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau (E, 5k) Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend. Who, absolutely, definitely doesn't feel the same. Does he?

Miracles (Or How to Fall in Love) by hope_in_the_dark (T, 6k) “Group project,” the blond guy chirped. “We’re partners.” “Fuck,” Crowley said.

Borrowed Time by NaroMoreau (E, 6k) Meeting a stranger by chance will make Aziraphale face things he hadn't expected.

Comfort and Joy by musegnome (M, 9k) “Extra-large peppermint mocha, triple espresso, double whip!” called the barista. Crowley stepped forward and claimed his giant sugar-drenched monstrosity. The whipped cream ballooned over the rim of the paper cup, and the whole thing shed crumbles of crushed peppermint candy. Aziraphale’s eyes widened at the sight of it. In awe? Horror? Crowley couldn’t tell. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, but as he looked around he didn’t see an open table. Not even so much as a bar stool. “Er – were you planning on staying?” Aziraphale asked, a little shyly. “I’ve got an extra seat.” Written for the Good Omens OTP Prompts Event.

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo (T, 9k) Every afternoon, a man in a velvet waistcoat sits on the bench by the stone fountain and eats ice cream. Every afternoon, Crowley watches him from his office window. One day, he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to him.

Secrets by AppleSeeds (M, 10k) When their housemates invite friends around, Crowley and Aziraphale get roped into a game called 'Secrets'. Having played the game before and therefore knowing what might happen, Crowley tries to manipulate the outcome to protect Aziraphale, who is feeling pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing. By the end of the night, however, some secrets will inevitably end up being revealed, but not all of them in the way that Crowley expected.

Just Around the Corner by accidentaldemon (M, 11k) "I don't live far, if you, ya know, don't mind sharing a bed." He swallowed thickly. This was definitely not how he had planned his evening to pan out. “I’m Crowley, by the way. Well, Anthony Crowley technically, but I prefer Crowley.” “Aziraphale." - All Crowley wants to do is leave the party and go home to study. But then he meets a cute boy with absolutely angelic curls who's in desperate need of a bed for the night.

The Summoning by AppleSeeds (M, 15k) Aziraphale's horrible university housemates convince him to accompany them to an old, supposedly haunted, abbey on Halloween. He's not worried about ghosts, Aziraphale is pretty sure they don't really exist, but when his housemates send him into the toilets alone to perform a ritual that's intended to summon a demon, Aziraphale can't help but be afraid. Surely it's not that easy though. Surely a demon won't just appear because he asked it to? Will it?

i was in love (with the place in my mind) by weatheredlaw (E, 17k) There are so many things neither of them can change — how they met, the things they did, the words they said. It’s happened, it was probably always going to happen. And what it is, he can’t say, what he feels is almost too great for any one language. Inutterable, unspeakable — Ineffable.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (M, 19k) Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips. Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

Convergent Evolution by AppleSeeds (T, 22k) Genetics PhD student Crowley meets Aziraphale at a workshop in the second year of his PhD, and they quickly become incredibly close friends. Crowley longs for there to be something more between them, but as the years go by, they seem destined to spend their careers living at opposite ends of the country. That is, until Aziraphale shows up again in Tadfield, back where their friendship began seventeen years ago, with some very exciting news.

Free Trial Boyfriend by MrsCaulfield, angelsnuffbox (T, 37k) Overall, Anthony Crowley considered himself a lucky fellow, with his good looks, good grades and a full ride swimming scholarship. There really wasn't much he can complain about. But his real struggle was that he's completely, maddeningly in love with his best friend - a strong, passionate and oblivious angel who, even after a full year of pining, still can't seem to get the hint, no matter how many times Crowley has tried to flirt with him. - Crowley would never forget the day that the angel first talked to him, for he was certain that was the day that all the clocks around the world began suddenly moving.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed. From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Joint Honours by FeralTuxedo (E, 43k) PhD student Aziraphale is busy enough with his studies at Tadfield University. But at the start of a new semester, his measured routine gets shaken up by the sudden responsibility of teaching, the arrival of an irresistible new house mate, and a mysteriously flirtatious sausage roll.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E, 66k) Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

[You can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

#reblogs so appreciated 💜 so other ppl can find these lovely works too!!#tbh this is basically just a huge appreciation post for appleseeds and feraltuxedo ngl #living for ALL of their human aus!! and they fed us so well with all of these amazing uni/colleage aus tbh #good omens #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic rec #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #crowley x aziraphale #good omens human au #college au #uni au #ineffable husbands #go fic masterpost #foolish recs #foolishlovers

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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hii! i would like to request a sandman fic during the time he was in captivity where his guard fell in love with him and slept during a shift making Morpheus escape through her dreams ("Night Shift" if you will hehe) fluff and smut if that's okay with you, thank you and looking forward to reading your work!<3

The Night Shift

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, f rec oral, fluff, mentions of WW2 happenings ie: bombing blitz in London (Set in 1940) WC: 3.3k

There were a lot of work opportunities for women with the war being fought across Europe. With most men fighting for freedom and their country, the women were taken from their sedentary roles and given opportunities that were otherwise deemed inappropriate for a genteel lady such as yourself.

It was this opportunity of an adventure outside of the high stone walls that had you departing St Margaret’s Finishing School for Ladies of Good Grace. You were to join the employment of a man called Alex Burgess at his Sussex estate, though the terms of your employment had yet to be confirmed. It was all very difficult to get an answer out of the man, he was quite reluctant to say anything on the telephone.

5th November 1940 There you were on a train south out of London, the pillar of smoke from the engine darkening the windows as it left the station. An early first snow had just begun to fall over Kings Cross and you knew it would be a white Christmas this year. You liked to think it was a good omen, as if the blanket of snow could hide the stain and scars of the war, but maybe it was just the hopeless dreamer hidden within.

“Welcome to Fawny Rig, I do apologise for the secrecy,” Mr Burgess greeted as he answered the door himself.

“There is no need to apologise,” you assured him as he took your suitcase and invited you to step into the dark wood foyer. “You have a lovely home.”

And so your new life began. You were given an evening job, the night shift that no one else cared for, watching over an ill man. Alex said he had a rare condition that required him to live inside a sealed sphere, that it kept him alive. You thought it a daft idea, for everyone knew fresh air was best for ailments of all kinds. But he was your employer and this was the role, you would do as you were told and watch over the man.

“What is the matter with you, sir?” you asked in the dead of the night, when the world was asleep but his eyes remained open. “I have never heard of an illness that presents such as yours.”

He had stared blankly ahead as if he hadn’t heard you so you walked up to the sphere and carefully stepped over the golden circle that Alex had implored you never to touch. You tapped your knuckles on the glass and dropped your hands to your side when you heard how thick it was. “No wonder you don’t speak, I doubt you can hear me at all.”

Kneeling beside the curve that cradled his head, you did your best not to dwell on the expanse of his state of undress. Parting your lips you blew your breath across the glass and remembered the secret notes you had passed to your friend in class, writing the words inverted so that the use of a compact mirror was required. Your finger was steady as you wrote your name on the glass and pointed to yourself.

‘Your name?’ You wrote next, keeping it brief before the mist of your breath evaporated away with the words.

He shifted ever so slightly, his head turning down but then when he exhaled his breath fogged up the glass. A slow trembling hand reached for the clouded space and he completed his name with three breaths.

‘Dr’ ‘ea’ ‘m.’

“Dream?” you pondered aloud at the odd name and he nodded from the other side. “You can hear me?”

He nodded again before closing his eyes as if the small movements took all of his energy and perhaps they did. His hand fell limp against the glass and fingers splayed as if he could reach through it and touch you. You placed your hand over his, wondering when he last had physical contact, a hug or any affection.

There was a desk and chair set up for you but instead you chose to sit beside his sphere on the cold stone flooring. Sometimes he would peek a blue eye out at you, checking you were still at his side, but most often he would ignore you completely.

Unable to stand the long nights of silence, you began to tell him stories of the world outside.

“I’m not sure how long you have been in here, but there’s a terrible war going on out there. Before I arrived here my father was conscripted to somewhere in Italy, mother says he will return and this will all be over soon but she has never been a good liar.”

Night after night you would talk and, from what you could tell, he listened. Sometimes you would see a flicker of emotion but as soon as it appeared it was gone again and you wondered if it were just your imagination.

22nd December 1940 It was the winter solstice and the longest night of the year. Mr Burgess had invited his friends to the manor to celebrate and when you had left the ground level for your shift in the basement the party had been in full swing.

A gramophone played ‘Who's taking you home tonight?’, a slow, sweet song you heard often from the master bedroom down the corridor, and you began to sway to the tune.

“Do you like music, Dream?” you asked as you twirled around the sphere, his eyes following your every move before he subtly nodded. “I love music, and the places it can take you.”

You took a seat beside his head as the song came to an end and wrapped your arms around your legs. “There were nights when the bombs fell and the Headmistress had us all hide in the basement. It was horrible and dark but Miss Harlow, our music teacher, sometimes brought her gramophone with her. I felt assured that death couldn’t find us on those nights, not when we were in the embrace of such sweet melodies.

“The same could not be said on the nights when there was not enough time to collect the music box before the alarms sounded. I fear to close my eyes at night and find myself back in that bunker, the pressure of the tight space feeling as if it is enclosing around me, suffocating me. It felt like an imprisonment, but I was guilty of no crime.

“I suppose that is why I find this night shift comforting, I need not face my fear when I am with you.”

You looked up from the golden paint that decorated the stone and found Dream had silently taken a seated position. His gaunt skin was tight across his skeletal figure but it wasn’t the nakedness of his body that shocked you but his soul, it was bleeding from his starry eyes in twin rivers of tears.

A look you had seen many times as you stared into the mirror in your chambers after waking from a nightmare was reflected on his face. Despair. It wretched a knife in your gut as a revelation hit you. It was something you should have seen immediately or at least questioned.

“You are not sick are you?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He shook his head and every hair on your body stood as a cold shiver rolled down your spine. Reaching out to the glass, you placed your palm against the cool surface with your own tears shimmering in your eyes. His lithe muscles moved languidly beneath his skin as he reached out and placed his palm to yours, so close yet untouchable.

“How can I free you?”

He looked to the gate longingly then back to you, leaning closer and kissing the glass with his breath before you. ‘Sleep.’

Sleep. It seemed so simple yet the single word wracked you with fear as you felt the weight of the darkness outside. But for him, you had to try.

The crackle of the gramophone coming to life drifted down the stairs, the newest tune of Jimmie Davis luling your brittle nerves. You curled onto your side following the shape of the glass as you laid your head on your arm. Hope blossomed in his eyes as you closed yours and let the music take you from the basement.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

The warmth of summer heated your skin and you tipped your head back to bathe in the rays. The sand beneath your feet should have been scolding under the sun’s strength but you remained unscathed on your walk along the empty shore.

A haze blurred the skyline where the ocean met sky and as you narrowed your eyes to peer along the horizon, a figure emerged. You recognised his lean silhouette before the features came into focus and for once you didn’t avert your eyes at the sight of his bare flesh - for this was only a dream.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, So I hung my head, and I cried.

“I thank you,” Dream greeted with a sincerity in a rich voice that echoed around ears long after he stopped speaking.

“Forgive me, I should have seen it sooner.” You looked away in guilt and turned to the sun’s energy, using its force to banish the dark thoughts that seeped in.

Cool fingers traced your jawline as Dream walked around you until he was staring into your soul. “You were captive of trauma of your own, there is nothing to forgive.”

You reached for his hand and placed your palm on top, amazed to finally feel his touch. It was just as tender as you had imagined and you instantly craved more. Although you thought this was a dream there was a truth to it that you hadn’t ever felt and so you reined in the desire to throw your arms around him and instead hesitantly asked, “Can I hug you?”

His lips pressed together and he swallowed deeply before he gave you one of his small, almost non-existent nods. His hand dropped from your face and you missed it immediately. Slowly, as if approaching a large wild animal or maybe an abused kitten, you took a step closer and opened your arms.

He stared longingly for your embrace so you took another step, the pale expanse of his chest close enough he could feel your breath on his skin. You watched the rise and fall of his chest a moment before looking at his face and the sharp bones that protruded against his skin. He had been starved; you had watched him be starved.

He released a shuddering breath as you wrapped your arms around his narrow waist and buried your face in his neck as you cried. “I’m so sorry, Dream.”

His arms circled tight across your back as he clung to your warmth and you wished you could have given him the nourishment he needed. An eerie glow seemed to radiate from you at the thought and you gasped as it spread across Dream’s skin. He looked like a full moon on the darkest night. Then the glow faded and what remained left your mouth agape.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

Dream no longer held the sickly pallor of the ill, or the gaunt structure of starvation. The hollow of his cheeks had filled and his lips looked soft and kissable.

“How?” you managed to ask on the second attempt.

“This is a dream, you can do anything,” Dream said with a small smile that caused your heart to skip a beat. “And you chose to give me what I needed most.”

You remembered what you thought of the moment before the glow began, comfort. You had wanted to comfort Dream and heal him. A smile bloomed on your face, something that you couldn’t remember doing since the war broke out, and Dream seemed as stunned by it as you were. He stared at your lips with an intensity that was echoed by the stirring of his body against yours and you were suddenly very aware that he was still naked.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same, But if you leave me to love another, You'll regret it all one day.

You would never know who moved first, maybe you were both enamoured by the same spell that you moved together, lips dancing to the mesmerising beat of your heart. Oxygen was no longer a necessity to survive, not when he was sharing his breath of life with you.

Your clothing disappeared as Dream laid you down in the soft sand that shifted and moulded to your shape, it was unlike the coarse and gritty grains you had felt on beaches before. No, this sand felt like an extension of his body as he cradled you, kissing his way across your skin and eliciting needy sounds wherever he went.

Your fingers delved into his obsidian hair and he moaned against your breast, his head nuzzling into your touch that you were all too willing to give him.

“You will never suffer a nightmare again,” Dream promised as he rolled his eyes to look up at you, his chin resting low on your belly. “You shall always have that sunshine kissing your skin.”

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

Your head was thrown back as he reached your core, his tongue setting fire to your body as he tasted your essence. His name tumbled from your lips in a revered prayer as he found the bundle of nerves that had you trembling and when his fingers probed your slick entrance stars erupted in your vision.

“Dream, please…” you weren’t sure exactly what you were asking for, all you knew was you needed more of him and he seemed to know what that was. He rose up over you, his lips shiny with your arousal that he shared with a heated kiss, and you felt the head of his cock slipping through your folds. The sheer size of his cock stole your breath and he dropped his forehead to yours.

“I won’t hurt you.”

You believed him, trusted him, and so you hooked your legs over his hips and gave him the access he had silently asked for.

You cried out as he filled you, the sweet burn of the stretch quickly fading as he sucked the tender skin on your collarbone and rolled his hips back. A deep dark chuckle escaped him as you caught his retreat with your heels dug into the tense muscles across his ass.

“Patience, love,” he said low in your ear as he eased deeper, before retreating once more. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The sounds you were making were unheard of even to you, the aching need for more was thrown to the sky with passionate cries and when he gave you what you wanted the moans echoed across the beach. His gentle touches turned desperate as he felt your core clenching around him, your walls quivering as you neared your release and he let go of a little of the restraint he held.

“Oh, Dream, yes,” you shouted as your vision exploded into a symphony of colour, your body trembling from head to very curled toes.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you climaxed but droplets of rain fell upon your face and you looked up to see not a cloud but Dream. His eyes were screwed shut as his back arched and he buried himself deep into you, as if he could hide from his pain if he could just stay in the solace of your body.

You wiped the tears from his cheeks and pulled him to your chest. “If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

“Home,” he choked, withdrawing himself from you as he knelt back and buried his hands in the sand.

You could feel a shift in the world around you as you sat up and knew you would find yourself back in the basement all too soon, this night to become another dream that is forgotten. “I hope you find it.”

His eyes never left yours as the sand began to swirl around him and his words caressed your skin tenderly, “I already have.”

Please don't take my sunshine away.

You woke on the cold stone floor, rolling onto your back at some point as you slept, and you gasped as you realised your shoe had carved a line through the golden circle. You shot up and turned to look at the sphere to find it empty. Instead of fear of losing your job you found yourself smiling, relief bubbling in your chest as you felt a strange warmth in your blood.

Rising to your feet, you tried to listen for signs of the party above but there was nothing. Since you no longer had a charge to watch over, you ascended the stairs with quiet steps and peered out into the hall.

Revellers had not left as you had thought, they all lay strewn across the hard wood floors, their closed eyes fluttering with disturbed sleep. Carefully stepping across them, you had an innate sense of who it was that they were dreaming about.

The gramophone scratched to life as the needle was placed against the vinyl and you turned to the sound to find him standing there. Dream. He waited with his pale hand extended, the empty sleeve for Al Bowlly’s ‘Who’s taking you home tonight?’ resting against the music box beside him.

Your fingers laced with his and he pulled you close as the song began, your bodies swaying together between the sleepers. There was no need to make a sound, not when the music spoke volumes in itself, so you rested your head in the crook of his neck and placed a delicate kiss over his pulse.

Who's taking you home tonight After the dance is through Who's going to hold you tight And whisper "I love you, I do"

His warm lips pressed to your forehead as he held you tighter and you looked up with a smile. “I love you too, Dream.”

Who's the lucky boy that's going your way To kiss you goodnight at your doorway Who's taking you home tonight? Darling, it's plain to see I'm pleading, "Please, let it be me"

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as the needle reached the inner circle and the music came to an end.

“With you?” you asked and your heart began to race as he nodded. “Where?”

His lips teased the hint of a smile as a glowing blue light began to form behind him. He was unafraid as he turned and looked at it, his hand holding yours while his thumb stroked your skin in reassurance. “Home.”

Home. It was something that you had once had but lost long before the war even began, when your family sent you to boarding schools behind high stone walls. It was something you wanted once again.

Holding Dream’s hand tighter, you stepped up to his side and faced the blue light fearlessly. “Take me home, Dream. It is wherever you are.”

#the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman imagine #the sandman x you #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless imagine #morpheus imagine #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x you #the sandman smut

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Peter Parker in Gotham Fic Recs

This is a list of fics with Peter Parker in Gotham I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

The ships are all over the place and most are unfished fyi

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone *Unfinished

~The last thing Peter sees is Tony's horrified, heartbroken expression leaning over him. The guilt in his eyes is almost worse than the burning pain that's taking Peter apart piece by piece. The world starts to go dark.~

Green, through and through by another_fucking_robin for fruitymarauders

*Unfinished

~A spell goes wrong on Titan and Peter Parker ends up in a lazarus machine in Gotham. Every bat is chomping at the bit to adopt the tiny zombie boy, but they're just a tad bit distracted with a new spider-themed vigilante running around.~

Red and Blue are Hero Colors by Cashmire *Unfinished

~Peter has been feeling really lonely since everyone forgot he existed. So he decides to build a stargate to try and open doorways to other universes, hoping to maybe see the other Peter's again. But things don't quite go according to plan and he ends up in a strange city where Peter never existed and bats watch over the night.~

Should have just Surrendered by Anonymous *Unfinished

~After Peter gets dusted and loses everything in the War of the Infinity Stones, he believes that this is the final sign that the universe gave him to prove he can't be a hero.

So when he wakes up in a new world, with just his Iron Spider Suit and no clothes on his back he decides it is time to leave the hero life in the past and move on. Throwing his Spider Suit in the trash he goes on his way.~

A Long Way From Home (And No Way Back) by Vivia_wants_boba

*Unfinished

~“Oh,” the kid says, head turning to look back at the bathroom. “It’s fine. I’ve got it figured out.”

Dick’s face pulls to a pinched expression, shaking his head slowly. “As much as I’d love to believe you, I can’t. That stuff can’t just be emptied down the drain.”

The kid’s own face scrunches this time. “Why not?”~

Butler Spider by Danny_shells *Unfinished

~Alfred finds himself doing the adopting instead of Bruce, this time of a spider. Can Spider-Man become a first rate butler and keep his secret identity?~

Make It Out Just to Fall by derryhawkins *Unfinished

~Peter Parker gets sent to Gotham City in one last attempt by Doctor Strange to keep the multiverse from destroying New York City. The events that follow are interesting, to say the least.~

Spiders and Bats get along great! by RRTimDrake

~it’s that one fanfic where Peter Parker gets “adopted” by Bruce.~

Webbing up a Family by Agelaius_Ace

~After the events of Mysterio and No-Way-Home, Peter is alone. May is dead, Ned and MJ moved away, Tony doesn’t remember him. So Peter lets himself die.~

The Life, Death, and Recreation of Peter Parker by obliven

~What happens to Peter Parker when he gets dumped in Gotham City with nothing but the clothes on his back and his wallet?

Adventures include: - Peter gets a sugar daddy - Peter gets recruited to a drug ring - Peter cons a crime boss~

Homesick by NotSoSweetHeh

~Homesick; experiencing a longing for one's home during a period of absence from it.

Peter told Strange to erase him from everyone’s memory, but the world would forget his existence as well. As a last resort to keep Peter safe, he is sent to another world.~

Into Gotham by Chronicly Ill Girl (lilithzebra)

~Peter Parker is not having a good day. He was just trying to buy a sandwich. But now he is stranded in a city that doesn’t exist in his universe, all alone, and he never even got his sandwich.~

Set Naked On Your Kingdom by sassydandelion

~At the end of No Way Home, Peter chooses to sacrifice his life in New York to save the multi-verse...by letting Dr. Strange send him to a world where no one has ever heard of Spider-Man. What kind of crazy place is this Gotham City, anyway?~

time flies by (bye) by WHYISEVERYNAMETAKEN

~"Maybe," Peter thought, "I can make a life here." Hence the tears and the guilt and the grief, because was Peter allowed to move on? Was he allowed to… to leave it all behind? Leave all the bad things in the past? Peter was "The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!" after all, and wasn’t he letting Queens - his people - down if he didn’t fight tooth and nail to get back to them?~

#peter parker #gotham #batfam #fic recs

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erstwhilesparrow · 16 days

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

tagged by: @cohnal

the body so quiet it can hear the soul -- weird formatting Limited Life fic about breaking the rules of the medium that tries to contain you, and escaping the narrative. i did so much weird formatting for this one and i'm really proud of it as an object even if it's sort of incomprehensible to read.

i hope your lungs run out of air (before your dreams run out of truth) -- one-sided Bigb/Ren during Double Life. Bigb has feelings about his relationships. i've been thinking a lot about dogwarts and fairy fort and then box boys and what it's like to constantly find yourself in the orbit of someone who only ever has eyes for other people.

you can try, you can try (the thorns still cut your careful hands) -- Dr. STONE fic about how to cope with hanahaki when an aro person is involved. i don't think at all that it's the best thing i've ever written, but i have endless fondness for how much it meant to me to write it, and how much it meant to people who read it.

two full of ice water, one full of salt -- Pirates SMP omegaverse; everything is the same except after the battle in the finale, Owen gets stuck waiting out her heat at the heron faction base. i think i did a good job with this one. cuddling that is miserable and weird and also distressingly comforting is fun to write, and i like the feeling of carving p!Scott and p!Owen open like pomegranates and plucking at the juicy bits.

of all the wounds of living -- Witchcraft SMP coven-as-vampires AU i wrote for salemoleander. i just think it's neat. they cuddle and spend all their time wrapped up in each other's lives. i used some fun turns of phrase. i was deeply weird about vampires and what it means to exist beyond death. etc!

tagging: @irrealisms , @neonsnailcity , @coldwind-shiningstars , @finalmoment , @sword-dad-fukuzawa

#chattering sparrow #fic recs tag #<- i don't advertise on here much but i will This One Time #seriously though i like basically all the fic i post on ao3; picking favourites is HARD #so this is stuff i mostly suspect people haven't heard about or seen

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‘Evening of the Stars’ by Acrossatoss on AO3 has a good foundation for an OC who gets paired with Senku and isn’t exactly meek. Girl gets petrified while she’s eight or something, depetrifies a handful of years before Senku canonically depetrifies and is I think 16 when she runs into Tsukasa, then Senku. I think the author has written the OC really well and their effort to characterize a girl from the modern world who then grows up for eight years alone is noticeable. Umeka, the OC, is obviously a smart girl, but there’s a lot of things she doesn’t know or at least doesn’t know how to express or conceptualize simply because she hasn’t had the formal education for it and her struggles and frustrations throughout feels right for her character and background. Not sure how to put this, but it’s obvious the writer put a lot of effort in the OCs vocabulary. An eight year old alone wouldn’t learn new words. Oh here we go ‘a 16 year old with an 8 year old’s vocabulary.’ She struggles to fit in with the kingdom of science in a way that doesn’t feel convoluted or melodramatic or unnecessary and I think she fills a spot that was missing in OG dr stone. Gen does a lot of teasing Senku in the fic and there’s a little jealous!Senku for a bit. Gen teases Umeka, too. Actually Gen is kind of the best part of the story tbh 19 chapters so far!

‘Binary Star’ by fairyringtaxiservice also on ao3 s another one that’s shipped with Senku that’s not a pushover. OC meets Tsukasa and co in the woods while trying to decide what to do with this sick man with rabies she came across. When Tsukasa and co meet her and see the sick man, Lumina, the OC explains that the only thing they can really do is to decide how soon he dies due to the fact he’s in end stage rabies and actually even if they had a vaccine, it wouldn’t do anything this late and also there was no cure for rabies back in modern day either. Tsukasa decides to kidnap her due to her knowledge of medicine and because she refuses to join him. OC was apparently friends with Senku, sort of (?) and though she describes their relationship as ‘mostly transactional favors and unspoken agreements’ it seems obvious from a reader’s pov that this character downplays and dismisses their own emotions. iirc the author described disassociation, deflection, and emotional detachment as the OC’s ‘very healthy’ coping mechanisms. Naturally, she’s pretty pissed to find out Senku’s ‘dead.’ 6 chapters so far, but each chapter is a long read.

OC pairing stories aren’t popular, and I get why, but if you ever decided to give it a try, I’d pick one of these. They feel the most grounded and well written ones with OCs that suit canon with legitimately good writing and an actual story beyond romance. Both of them are supposed to be slowburn and also put in little science notes for extra science stuff in their fics. I really like them? Maybe someone else will too?

thank you for the recs! i've never explored this side of the fandom so these were interesting to read over. i especially like the notes under the binary star chapters.

#to anyone else who is interested please check these out #they're very well written #and the concept of the characters are very interesting #dr stone #dcst

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terrainofheartfelt · 9 months

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Hope you're doing well! Can I be recommended some unpopular but well written Dair fanfictions?

Hi love!

I don't know from unpopular, but I'll shoutout some fics that I think tend to be less acclaimed, but are very deserving!

first, I must throw a shoutout to a couple wips: like a rolling stone by my ride-or-die @strideofpride & Set It Up by my ride-or-die @blairwaldcrf both fantastic aus that are rife with beautiful dairtastic moments.

Escape -- a 5x14 au where they do go to the DR. lots of pining.

you're the song that I can't stop singing -- another S masterwork. will always rec. if any fic could fix s6, it's this one

Lemons, Limes, and Tomatoes --- entirely charming character study

this city screams your name --- a Hollywood au. or a film actor au. it's so cute and it's never really left me since I read it.

my heart of dust would still rejoice --- LITERALLY a roman holiday au!!! it's so good!!! by the brilliant mind that gave us the definitive ues/brooklyn roleswap au!

The Disaster Within --- same author as above, an AU of A Room with a View! it's so good, and I say with conviction that my LW and P&P aus would not exist without it.

A Waltz for a Night --- on this, the Before Sunrise website, i have to give a shoutout to this gorgeous Before Sunrise AU

#by my troth a good fic #<- my fic rec tag for your perusal as well :)#asks #anon #ty for sending!!!!

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

Thanks!!! Okay, let's see....... 1 - Through Dark Waters Dishonored ( Emsider). This one is a series but really is all one story. Corvo's perspective of the void when he was trapped in stone by Delilah and what he learns from being there has consequences for his daughter's future.

'Vanishing again and then appearing sitting out on a obsidian stone outcrop, he looked down at Corvo.

“You though, dear Corvo, seem to be my guest here for now. Delilah has used her magic to trap you within the stone of the Void, your body is encased there as a statue to her triumph, but your spirit, I brought here.”

Corvo looked at the Outsider, then at his hand which was devoid of the Mark. He rubbed the bare skin and swallowed hard, looking up at the black eyed man, who also appeared different from the last time they had met. Suddenly he felt the heat return to his hand and the Mark reappeared, seared into his skin.

The Outsider grimaced.

“I cant abide Delilah’s meddling in what’s mine. This is returned to you now.”

Corvo glanced at his hand and the familiarity was comforting. But then a pang of worry came over him. He wasn’t there to protect his daughter, she was alone out there.' 2 - Paradigm Shift - Vampyr (McReid) Saddened by the loss of his mentor Elisabeth, Dr Reid returns to London to track down his progeny McCullum in the hopes of ....something. 'Closing the door firmly behind him he made his way down to the furnaces in the basement. After holding the case for what seemed like an eternity he threw it into the blazing furnace, watching as the last trace of Elisabeth sizzled into nothing. As the smoke rose so did his feelings for the woman who had saved him the night he had been turned and had guided him in ways his sire never did. Who had been his mentor, friend and who had felt a love for him that was not strong enough to remain in this world. Jonathan said a silent prayer for who ever or what ever bothered to listen. He'd never been a religious man, but events had shown him there were many things in the world he had no true understanding of, so saying a prayer was worth a shot. As he closed the door to the furnace room, he turned to give one last look to the furnace. Everything that was Elisabeth had now been consumed by fire, sanitised by the flames. One last tear to be shed for her trickled down his cheek.' 3 - Savages - Vampyr McReid. Red eyed Dr Reid, not quite a Dragon, but oh so close seeks out the one man who still interested him in this dull world. ' Jonathan woke from a dream. A dream of blood and fire. Blood that surrounded him as he fought the Red Goddess, fire as he watched the flames consume Elisabeth. Events of his recent past that he just wanted to forget. He’d been the saviour, a bittersweet champion as his maker put it and now he was done. People he’d thought were friends had used him, friends he thought he understood and who understood him called him a betrayer. No. He was done with it all.'

4 - Rebirth of Icarus - Deus Ex Human Revolution. A series of connected shorts detailing the time it took for Adam to heal from his augmentation surgery . Told from perspective of Adam himself. 'Standing at the window of your apartment, you look out over the city below and for a moment the very fact you are there at all takes your breath away. If one thing had gone differently, you’d be dead, like everyone else at Sarif’s labs and yet somehow you survived. It had been four months since you were let out of the hospital. Four months since they helped you walk again, helped you hold a ball again, helped you see without blinding headaches. Four months and now here you were, back at home, alive. You’d woken up fourteen days after the surgery, they said. Fourteen days in an induced coma as your body healed from what had been done to it. Through repeated surgeries to change you from human to cyborg or Enhanced Human as they preferred to call it. What ever name they gave it, you had been fundamentally altered.'

5 - A Emerging Shadow. Thief/ Dishonored universes. A story of how my original character Kiara Black became both a feared thief thanks to her mentor Garrett and Marked one thanks to her love of the Void. 'Garrett slowly lid off the bed, still watching her closely and moved to crouch in front of her on the floor. He placed the bag in her lap and watched as she opened it, her eyes widening as she pulled out a single prong bonecharm. Kiara gasped, she’d been told The Outsider had no influence here so the Abbey left these states alone. Yet here was a bonecharm just like those she had found in Morley and Dunwall.

"Where did you get this? I didn’t think anyone knew about these here."

Kiara could see Garrett was nervous about something, his fingers kept rubbing together on his left hand, even though the rest of him was motionless and seemed focused on the charm in her hand. She straightened her back as she made herself more comfortable under his gaze, though she had to admit it was difficult. He looked up at her, his eyebrows knitted together, his concern obvious.

"What is that thing?"

#Fanfic meme #self fic rec

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mind sharing your other fandom favs then? you have me sort of curious if ego is tots ur type LMFAOA .. omg aftwr u-20 win ego was such a proud dad the face he made was honestly sort of emotional ..!!

NEVVER APOLOGIZE 4 WRITING ANOTHER FIC IDEA HEL i think with my pussy half the time and i read ANYTHINGGG as long as it’s dom!reader (can you tell i’m desperate ORR WHATT?) ngl your “pussy dragging on the keyboard” comment made my ass giggle for a full minute LMFOAO i’ll be using that as well thanks!

personally 4 me i never was really into nikko ASSS MUCHH.. but i can see the hype .. cant stop thinking how sweaty and greasy his forehead must be after those thick ass bangs though.!.!?!

WOAH our timezones r so different HELLPP.. by the time you said it was 6:40 am, it was at least night for me, polar opposites in a way sorta! godd you’re a chronic coffee drinker?? i’m more of a tea person myself but coffee does power through most things with ur day anyways, don’t overdose on it or something!! (unless u alrdy do LOL)

i’ve been doing great as ever, taking my time to relax before i’ve got to get back to that tiring education life again.. 🥲 your blogs has been a good way to pass the time though so a win win for me!! for the blue lock anime last week, episode 10 was surprisingly good considering i was scared shitless of animation budgeting and if they would butcher it, sometimes the cgi makes me giggle but hell i’m such a blue lock supporter that i just move on from all of the questionable moments with the animation!

i’m a sub watcher for all animes (which, i haven’t touched a lot of animes .. if you’re an avid anime watcher, any recs?)

for me, u-20 match was an INSANE ride for me, def my fav and i always reread it in a way, i think everything leading up to it like the 3v3 or 4v4 matches were great too, but u-20 match was hype like no other !! whiichhh brings me to my next point, i need to see more of hiori as his design was just too cute for me to pass up, just the hair and the eyes were so ?!? eye catching imo..

oh jeez and there was this one panel with this blue lock player with the most nicest hair but he just. NEVER APPEARED LMFAOO? i haven’t seen him ever since — don’t even think we got a name

ah jeez i’m SOOOO SORRY if my messages get a bit too long, I HATE JUST RESPONDING INSTEAD OF. CONTINUING A CONVERSATION (if this makes sense?) .. so i tend to ramble ^^’ don’t feel pressured to mirror the length though!! i’d be heading off to bed as i send this message in, so this is sort of my goodnight :P - 💌

OH GOD THE OTHERS-

-this will be a dead give a way to some of my very very old followers who've accidentally re found me after I achieved my last blog and took a long hiatus. I have very specific...qualities...to a lot of them that overlap...

in order from top left to right; Kurono Yuichiro (Fire Force absolute love of my life and a near 1:1 character match to Ego honestly), Hanma Shuji (TokyoRev), Sir Nighteye (MHA), Asagiri Gen (Dr Stone), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ginoza Nobuchika (Psycho Pass) ...three out of the six are played by the same English VA so you could say I have a type 😂

To be fair my other categories for favs are literally all copy and print similar too. My "These are my babies I'm breastfeeding them and enabling them" favs are near identical copies in every anime I watch 😂 then the third less talked about group...the dreaded libra group 😒

SOMETIMES YOU JUST WRITE WITH YOUR PUSSY AND NOT YOUR BRAIN AND THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH THIS STUPID NIKO FIC THAT'S GOING WELL OVER SIX PAGES FOR NO STUPID REASON BESIDES THE PUSSY DESERVES IT UGH

ok but to gush a moment before forgetting the Ego during the U-20 match...that panel!!! Oh god that panel!!! Of him telling Isagi that what happened to him and his career didn't matter, that he was fine to be blacklisted from the sport he loved bc he assured all 22 of them had a career in soccer after this game, win or loose, OH GOD THAT PART. I will literally fist fight anyone at this point who wants to shit talk Ego and say he "doesn't care" bc that man was ready to throw away his livelihood for them to succeed on a world stage in the sport they love. Man's got protective dilf energy and I'm giving him a child this uterus is open for business rn

Niko is....Ok I'm blaming it on his VA actually (sorry I watch dubbed I just literally can't focus on subbed) and his English VA is a well known one but did a creepy high pitched voice with it and I mean I'm willingly fucking Ego like I'm advertising I'll kiss that weird man's ankles but Niko- Niko is just too fucking weird for me. But apparently the pussy wants to challenge that bc fuck me with a six plus page story over god damn nipples! Niko is still....too ugly for me RIP

My time zone is fucked at the butt end of everything so I am WAY use to being the last one up and last one to go to bed in every fandom I've ever been in 🤣 Learned that as a teen when literally no one was ever awake when I was RIP. But yes I'm a chronic coffee drinker I've always have been the bean it calls to me I must have it (given I don't drink enough to like NEED it or get a headache I just enjoy the taste but love tea too) Drank it thru my pregnancy and drank it breastfeeding no one's pulling the beautiful bean from my mouth. Love me a good tea though I won't deny good green, black and other teas hit different. Just no herbal shit stuff makes me wretch istg

Glad to hear I started this blog in good timing then! Ain't nothing like relaxing with some good pegging when you're trying to forget that book bullshit 💅 And honestly even though I picked up the manga right after like episode two (needed Ego I wasn't waiting lololol) I've been very happy with the animation cuz like the manga is illegally beautiful. Holy shit is the manga just so well done and the drawings are top tier throughout the entire thing (coming from tokyorev and jujutsu god I miss manga artists that don't just scribble on things like a coke addict) Questionable animation or not they keep slut drawing Ego's hands so damn fine and that man's watch I'll forgive any animation doozie long as my weird looking stick man looks fine as hell

I don't watch sub (I just can't take in the actual show and read plus I got a mad voice kink so....dubbed it is for me) But I've watch a fair share of anime. Don't really watch it for like...the sake of just watching anime (prefer western cartoons a little more) but I've watched some really good ones though. First on the list, Fire Force. I've single handedly convinced like two dozen people to watch this. It's my favorite of all time and will be tattooing the weird looking man in the collage on my body at some point bc of how much I love that series. Mob Psycho 100 is amazing as always for so many reasons and it has a bit of everything for everyone. The Case Study of Vanitas was better than it was aloud to be and I hate vampires. Dr. Stone fucking nerdy funny and entertaining. Psycho Pass is a good like murder mystery book. Sonny Boy and Space Dandy done by the same studio and will make you question your existence. Kekkaishi is old but still one of my favorites ever. And Blue Exoricst I wrote a 60+ chapter fan fic on it for a reason and its still going strong and written by a woman! Don't know about any of their sub versions but their stories and characters are so good they're worth it.

That entire block from the five round selection to the U-20 game was just- Fucking illegally good for a sports anime?? A sports anime for crying out loud?? Even the way they introduce so many new characters is so smooth and not even clunky and you genuinely take an interest in everyone even if you only see them for one game?? Hiori is cute...a little more feral than I expected when we first saw him being cute with Isagi and Nanase. But Hiori, Otoya, Karasu and Kurona haven't like wowed me yet. I'm invested but I'm still going real fucking soft on Yukimiya right now like. God. The eye thing. LET ME BABY YOU AND HAVE THAT SAD MAN. God he's gonna be so fucking pretty when he's animated I'm screaming already

Was that the panel of the dude with Gagamaru and Raichi? The one that's shown on the blue lock screen but we never have an actual manga cap of him?

PLS DON'T APOLOGIZE I TALK TOO MUCH I WAS A HAIRDRESSER FOR FIVE YEARS I TALK WAY TOO MUCH PLS NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TALKING TO MUCH AS YOU CAN SEE I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL I'M SORRY I'M THE ONE RAMBLE. PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY SINCE WE'RE OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE SUNNY TIME. RAMBLE ALL YOU WANT I ADORE IT <3

#pls im sorry i talk so much #and i have so many feelings about blue lock holy shit #didnt feel this way about haikyuu like it was ok but blue lock hits different #helps i played soccer a lot as a kid so it hits home #but also it has ego #so bonus #anyways my types are all pretty strong....all my husbands are simliar for the most part #all my babies i wanna smoother are VERY similar #and then a god awful third thing...libras #im a predictable idiot and assume if i call someone ugly...i'll eventually end up liking them #:: thanks for the ask~! ✩#:: 💌.anon~! ☆

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