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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 6 months

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Oh, this fun October!

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: BSD's Cast First Halloween in real world! Full of cute moments. You are sure, that you will enjoy this Halloween as much as them.

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Happy Halloween, everyone!

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

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Pumpkin

You walked inside the kitchen, looking unamused. The room was cowered in pumpkin pulp.

In the middle of the room sat the reason for the whole mess.

Akutagawa was clutching the pumpkin remains in his hands. Rasenmon was hovering above him, its maw was covered in orange pulp.

You left him for one minute. And now, only two pumpkins from seven were left.

You rub your forehead.

"What did I tell you?"

Akutagawa looked a tiny bit guilty. Just a little. Somewhere deep inside him, Ryunosuke regret not listening to you. Probably.

"Don't use my ability for pumpkin carving."

"And what did you do?"

"Used it. It's faster that way."

Akutagawa looked at the mess he created.

"Just let me get hold of it."

Rasenmon strike forward remaining pumpkins.

***

At the end, Oda and kids will do the carving. As for Ryunosuke's pumpkins... Well, backed pumpkin is delicious.

Ryunosuke wasn't good with pumpkin carving.

But, he is good at cutting food. At least, cutting pumpkin.

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Leaves

You were carrying red maple leaves in your hand. Red, orange and yellow leaves were crunching under your feet.

Shibusawa, dressed in kimono, was looking near you. He was twirling a single maple leaf in his hands.

"Sorry, if it's not that interesting." spoke you, looking at Shibusawa. He smiled at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. It is interesting." Shibusawa looked up. "This autumn full of imperfections... And it makes it so perfect. So interesting."

Shibusawa looked at you again.

"I heard, that there is a kiosk, where you can buy pumpkin latte. Let's buy some."

He walked further down the road.

You hummed and walked after Shibusawa.

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Tea party

You breathe in the tea aroma. Golden, warm liquid looked magnificent.

You taste it.

"Mm! Apple Cinnamon tea. You outdid yourself, Ivan!"

Ivan smiled, drinking some of his own tea.

"I am glad, that you liked it, [Y/N]."

For a few minutes, you two enjoy the warm drink with some bubliks¹.

Warm tea was perfect for October. Especially, if you are drinking it with a friend.

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Candy apples

"Ranpo, for the future reference, never try to make candy apples again." sigh you, trying to tear off the caramel-coated apple from Ranpo's forehead.

Detective just waved his hand and took a bite from the apple you already removed.

"Come on, [Y/N], it's not like it was completely my fault! You opened the door when I had the plate with caramel apples in hands. You startled me and made me drop apples on me."

You licked some caramel off your fingers and tear another caramel apple from Ranpo's cheek.

"Yes... But you were the one, who added so much caramel, that apples are practically became coated in thick sphere. And you are the one, who start carrying apples before caramel hardened."

Ranpo only tool another bite.

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Moonlight

The moonlight was bright tonight.

Under the moonlight, fully transformed Atsushi was running. Magnificent white tiger was fast.

And you were riding on his back.

It was a spontaneous decision, but, after learning, that Atsushi manage to fully control his tiger form, you proclaimed, that you want to ride on his back.

That's why you two were here.

Atsushi stopped running and start slowly walking.

You gently scratch behind his ears.

White tiger huffs.

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Fog

Fog was heavy. So heavy, you could barely see your fingertips. Thankfully, Herman Melville was with you.

Old man was skillful in navigating through the fog. With small compass in his hand and will your phone's flashlight, you two manage to navigate through the woods near your house.

The road were destroyed because of the rain, so you two need to walk through the woods.

Soon you will be home.

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Haunted

The screams of terror were coming from the "House of Horrors".

A few minutes later, Nikolai walked outside the attraction, whistling a cheerful tune.

Soon, people and actors start running away from the attraction.

He was holding your left hand. In your right hand, you were holding cotton candy.

Nikolai grinned.

"It was fun, Birdy, isn't it?"

You took a bite from your cotton candy. At first, Nikolai didn't like the "House of Horrors". So, he decided to join actors into scaring people. In his own way.

"Yea. Especially, when you pretend to be sewn in half by a fake saw... You didn't..."

Nikolai immediately stopped you.

"Ketchup and red paint, don't worry, [Y/N]. So... To the next attraction?"

You nodded and Nikolai start leading you to the next ride.

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Black cat

You turned your back on one second and Fukuzawa was already done. How you could lose him? Where did he go?

You start searching for him through the nearest shops.

You found him in the pet shop.

Local animal shelter decide to show some of their animals, dressed in Halloween themed costumes, in hopes, that they will be adopted.

Fukuzawa, man, who was almost two meters tall, was cradling a small black kitten, that was dressed as a bat.

"Good little bat..."

It was so strange to see Fukuzawa, whose expression remains stern, tickling kitten's chin.

But... Should you really take the kitten?

***

On your way back, kitten was held against Fukuzawa's chest.

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Spider

It was in your house...

It was terrible...

It was awful...

The spider crawl at your direction. You jumped on the nearest person and hold to them for dear life.

"DAZAI, KILL IT!"

Dazai himself looked uncomfortable.

"I don't want to touch it!"

Spider crawl closer.

Dazai, with you on his back, jumped on the nearest person.

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Few jumps later

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"CHUUYA! KILL IT!"

"And how do you expect me to do it?" asked Chuuya, who, somehow, still was standing, despite the fact, that you, Dazai, Kirako, Higuichi, Pushkin and Q hung on him like grapes on a branch.

***

Tetchou was the one, who killed the spider, while Tachihara and Teruko tried to make all of you let go of Chuuya.

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Rats

"When I was little, I start feeding some rats from the alley, that I passed on my way to school. Soon, they start bringing me little gifts. Rocks, twigs, old paper. But, one day, they brought me money. So, I gave them better food. Rats quickly learned, that if they want good food, they need to bring me money... So, Fyodor, do you think, I could train a new rat pack to bring me something good? I have a sandwich" asked you, leaning towards Fyodor.

He pinched your nose.

"Stop it. Cake is for tomorrow's party. I won't steal you a piece of it. Even if you give me a sandwich."

You stuck out your tongue.

"You are no fun."

Fyodor chuckled and patted your head.

"Let's go, Al Capone from National Geographic Channel, let's play checkers."

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Vampires

Today, everyone woke up because of loud noises and sounds of something being thrown around in the library.

A quick check up reveals, that it was probably Bram. No one see Count Stoker since yesterday.

Or you were being robbed.

You (because, if it is Bram, you could calm him down) and Fukuchi (because if it is a robbery, he will calm thieves down), enter the library.

For the next ten minutes everything was quiet.

Then you opened the door. You looked slightly angry.

"Okay. Confess immediately. Who in the world gave Bram "The Twilight Saga" and called it a good book about vampires?"

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Party

The party was a blast.

Pumpkin lanterns were lit.

Everyone was wearing costumes.

Kenji, Q, Elise, Kyouka, Katsumi, Kousuke, Sakura, Shinji and Yu just returned from trick or treating and were showing, what they got.

Food was delicious. Drinks were refreshing.

You heard Kaji's voice.

"Hey, everyone, the camera is ready! Gather around!"

You were stuck in the middle of the photo, surrounded by all of your friends. You were holding Karl in your arms, Ayatsuji's cats were sitting near your legs and Fukuzawa's new kitten was sitting on Fukuzawa's head. Kaji continued.

"Okay. On three. One, two, three..."

All of you, together, exclaimed.

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

And another group photo was taken.

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¹Bublik (also booblik or bublyk; Russian: бублик, tr. búblik, plural: bubliki; Ukrainian: бублик, romanized: búblyk) is a traditional Eastern European bread roll. Like a bagel, it is a ring of yeast-leavened wheat dough, that has been boiled in water for a short time before baking.

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bunny-banana · 2 months

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Herman Melville wrote about Nathaniel Hawthorne as if he was writing an x reader fic on wattpad

#you think i am joking but this guy was like. genuinely. down horrendous for that man #english literature #american literature

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weaselandfriends · 2 years

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What are your favorite books, and which books do you feel have been the most influential on your work? Do you read much non-fiction?

I watched all of School Days because of you. What do you like about it? How ironic is your enjoyment?

I am loving CQ thus far.

When I was very young, the books I read and reread again and again and which certainly had some formative impact on me as a writer were Loser by Jerry Spinelli and Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card, but I think the most clearly influential books on my writing today are Franz Kafka's novels, The Castle and The Trial, as well as Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man. I first read all three of these novels as a teenager and they really unlocked the world of literature for me. All three depict ordinary landscapes as surreal nightmares, the way I would go on to depict the locations in Modern Cannibals and Cockatiel x Chameleon. Another work I read as a teen and which surely influenced me was King Lear by William Shakespeare. I've always been a fan of the bleak and tragic.

Other favorite literary works of mine include (in no particular order):

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

VALIS by Philip K. Dick

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

Ulysses by James Joyce

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

2666 by Roberto Bolaño

The Day of the Locust by Nathanael West

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Grendel by John Gardner

Paradise Lost by John Milton

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

As you can see, my reading is on the European and especially Anglo-centric side, which is probably to be expected given I primarily speak English myself. I'm always reading new stuff and try to branch out into time periods and locations outside of Western canon, especially given I've read most of the Western canon by now anyway.

I'm not a large reader of nonfiction. Fiction has always been my passion, since I was very young.

As for School Days, I want to stress that my enjoyment of it is in no way ironic. People ask me this all the time, but I legitimately just think School Days is excellent on its own merits. School Days is a detailed, complex psychological drama in which characters are pushed or push themselves into increasingly uglier directions based on initially small flaws or miscommunications that they are unable to overcome or grapple with. There's very little fat or filler in School Days, it is a lean work in which nearly every conversation has some kind of psychological subtext or is deepened by its context, and the pacing consistently pushes the story toward its explosive, tragic end. I recently watched Breaking Bad (also excellent) and found it similar in how an initially neutral or merely flawed protagonist gradually devolves into outright villainy on account of those flaws; other comparable works would be Nightcrawler, Taxi Driver, the aforementioned Wide Sargasso Sea, or Shakespeare's play Macbeth.

I think the overwhelming backlash about School Days is a byproduct of the Western anime culture back when it aired in 2007. This was just about when the internet was coming to prominence and Western viewers were able to access seasonal anime for the first time via fan subs and dubs; before this, anime watching in the West was either hack-n-slash dubs of kid's shows like Sailor Moon or Pokemon or isolated to a few select (and often Western-influenced) shows like Cowboy Bebop on late-night programs such as Adult Swim. Because of this, the Western anime community was fairly embryonic in 2007, comprised mainly of younger people, and almost entirely male. I don't think this audience collectively had the patience and comprehension skills to appreciate a dialogue-based psychological drama, and especially not one primarily concerned with digging into and exposing what we might nowadays call "toxic masculinity."

2007 was a year where "There are no women on the internet" was taken as an absolute truth, a pre-GamerGate era before even tepid incipient criticisms of sexism in gaming were being made by the likes of Extra Credits or Anita Sarkeesian. School Days, depicting a seeming everyman whose casual objectification of women transforms him into a callous monster, was simply not something this anime community was ready for. And so it was raked over the coals, memed on, and generally held up as "one of the worst anime ever made" (around the same time the anime community thought mind-boggling dreck like Elfen Lied was "mature" art). You would see School Days on Worst Anime of All Time lists right next to Mars of Destruction. I think even if you're only lukewarm on School Days you can see how that level of excoriation is utterly unwarranted.

The community, and the internet in general, and popular media criticism, has changed a lot since then, and I think the current zeitgeist is one that would be far more willing to accept School Days and realize its virtues, but its reputation precedes it and few are willing to watch "The Room of anime" with any amount of good faith. Certainly not enough good faith to pick up on its subtle and psychological writing. I think it's no longer as frequently held up as one of the worst anime of all time, but it's still generally despised (usually by people who haven't even seen it).

So, that's why I do my part to try and change the perspective on School Days.

#school days

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stargatelov3r · 4 months

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2 and 24 for the book ask!

2. Did you reread anything? What?

Yes, I reread Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf! Both times I read it it was for uni but this time i also wrote a term paper on it <3 i think i've read it two or two and a half time by now (including skipping and looking for parts to use in my paper) and the more i read it the more i love it!

I also listened to the stargate audio dramas "Gift of the Gods" and "A Necessary Evil" again, which i included in my reading stats :) I don't remember listening to the first one tho, it might be possible that the last time i listened to it i was sick and half asleep kadshjksadfhdsa

24. Did you DNF anything? Why?

I did indeed. I DNF Moby Dick (Herman Melville) because, i don't really know why. I might have continued it had i had a physical copy, but i didn't and i don't like reading on my phone or my ipad (don't have an e-reader and idk if i like it). I didn't really get into it i guess? but i do wanna read it one day, mainly because of the x files xD

A similar thing happened to Dracula (Bram Stoker). I tried Dracula Daily but i kept missing the days and then reading it all at once but eventually falling out of the mood and stopping it. But same with Moby Dick, i think when i get a physical copy of it i'll read it one day.

The third book i DNF was Powerless by Jacqueline Pretty. I think it was just everything that didn't agree with me. Digital copy, the writing, maybe the perspective? (don't remember too well) and the general story idea, which I also don't really remember but which generally didn't interest me so i didn't make it past the first few pages...

thank you so much for the asks!

end-of-year book asks

#asks #adricthemindnimon #books

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becca-leigh · 3 years

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𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗔.

✧ Anime - Attack on Titan.

✧ Pairing - Armin Arlert x Reader [Fem Bodied].

✧ Word Count - 3.5k

✧ Contains - 18+, Exhibitionism, Unprotected and Public sex.

✧ Synopsis - A lesson must be taught to Armin after your jealousy overwhelms you, and what better way than in the place he loves most?

Scattered books occupied your surroundings in the midst of the idyllic library, the ambient scent of wood filling your senses. Your fingertips danced delicately along the rustic book spines; books that your blonde sweetheart would’ve read a thousand times over. This was his favourite place.

Armin found inner peace within the library, almost as though it was his own personal yoga haven. He adored the smoky scent; the peaceful atmosphere; the copious amounts of books about the ocean. A small nook in the furthest corner held two pillow-laden chairs, with warm yellow light beaming from the fairy lights that littered the walls. This was where he spent most of his time, and you often joined him, relishing in your own favourite genre of novel.

Your sparkling orbs caught a glance of the book you sought after, your hand placing a firm grip on it and pulling it from the shelf. Gently, you ran your hand over the cover, dusting it off and smiling. Moby Dick by Herman Melville rested in your palms, clearly worn and loved by many, especially Armin. Content with your choice, you turned on your heel, exiting the Fiction section of the library and heading to the back. The number of people decreased the further back you walked, the air no longer filled with the tappings of keyboards or the flicking of pages. You sighed happily, until you heard a familiar chuckle accompanied by a giggle. Pressing your back against the bookshelf, you turned your head slightly, able to see that spot you and Armin loved to share. Only this time, he was sharing it with someone else. Annie Leonhart.

Jealousy coursed through your veins at the sight of Armin sat with Annie, a girl who you had always been envious of. An open book rested between the pair, but they were deep in conversation, Annie giggling sheepishly at Armin's witty comments. From your discrete view, your eyes burned holes into the scene, shooting daggers at the two of them. Admittedly, you were a jealous person, extremely possessive over Armin ever since the start of your relationship. You had to be. He was too soft, and let people take advantage of his kindness one too many times. Your intentions were good, out of the purity of your love for him, but even the mere sight of him conversing with another woman had your blood boiling. More so, when she lay a hand on him.

Annie’s palm rested against the bulk of Armin’s thigh, and you observed him tensing up at her touch. He gently took ahold her wrist, politely pulling her hand off him and moving back slightly. ‘Good boy’, you thought. You were about to interject when Annie spoke up, clear enough that you could hear her.

“Come on, Armin. I see the way you look at me.” Her tone was seductive and suggestive as she leaned towards him, replacing her hand on his thigh.

Armin removed her hand once more, sighing. “Annie, I have a girlfriend who I love very much. You know this. Please respect my boundaries.” You’d taught him well. In the past, Armin would’ve got himself into a flustered state, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Where is she, then? You said she was meeting you here.” Annie picked up the bottle of Cherry Cola from the table, taking a swig before placing it back down. That was Armin’s - it was his favourite drink. He cringed, moving the bottle away from her.

Armin cast a glance down at his watch. “She’ll be here soon. You should probably leave.” Frustration laced his tone, seemingly annoyed that Annie had pushed that boundary when he considered her as nothing but a good friend.

Moving away from the shelf, you settled on acting as though you’d only just arrived and you were oblivious to what you’d just witnessed. You stepped out into view, both heads turning to look at the presence of a third party. Relief washed over Armin’s sweet face as his ocean blue eyes met yours, standing up to greet you with a tight hug. You enveloped him back, pulling him flush against your body whilst sneaking a look at Annie. Her expression was annoyed, obviously frustrated that her moment with Armin was disturbed.

You pulled back from Armin and placed a chaste kiss onto his forehead. “Hi, my love. Sorry I’m late, I was looking for this.” You held out the book, admiring the way his cheeks flushed pink at your kindness. “I know it’s your favourite. I thought you might like me to read it to you.” A sweet smile formed on your glossy lips, your ears latching onto the quiet scoff Annie let out.

“I would love that, baby.” Armin whispered shyly.

Annie cleared her throat, diverting your attention to her. “I’m gonna go now. Call me, Armin.” She winked, swinging her bag over her shoulder and walking past, without so much as a glance in your direction. Armin rubbed the back of his neck in awkwardness, laughing nervously. You huffed, slipping your backpack off your shoulders and placing it onto the chair Annie was sat in a few moments ago. Your blatant anger was made known, and Armin could feel the thick tension lingering in the air.

“Annie Leonhart, huh? Didn’t realise you were so close.” You commented plainly. Envy dripped from your voice, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Armin.

“No- no, it’s not like that. She’s just a friend, I promise.” Armin explained, sounding panicked. Your eyes met his worried ones, and you scoffed at his weak reassurance.

“Hm, whatever, Armin. Make yourself useful and help me find a book, will you?”

—♡—

Silence remained between the two of you as you searched for a book that didn’t exist, your movements bored and half-hearted. Armin’s eyes trailed over every spine, every cover, eager to make up for his little incident with Annie. He didn’t know you had seen her put her hands on him, but my God, did he pray you hadn’t. Poor Armin, huh?

“Are you sure this book exists? I’ve never heard of it.” Armin shrugged, never reverting his eyes from the bookshelf. You turned to face him, approaching him slowly, glancing around as you did so. Empty.

“Do you get a thrill out of pissing me off, Armin?”

“Huh, what? No! Why do you say that?” He backed up slightly, his back hitting the bookshelf with a light thud.

“Only, I saw Annie putting her hand on you.” Your fingertips lightly trailed up the thigh Annie had touched, showing him you knew. “I tried not to let it annoy me, since you were a good boy by moving her hand off you. I’ll give you that.”

“But...?” Armin encouraged nervously, a tent beginning to form in his joggers at your simple touch.

You chuckled darkly. “But, you were still sat with her, in our spot. Do you often bring other girls to our spot, Armin?” You were being cruel and unreasonable, using the little incident as an excuse to taunt him. His pretty face flushed pink, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Of course I don’t! I was waiting for you, (Y/N), please believe me.” Armin pleaded, making you cave a little. His sweet voice was always your weakness.

Your fingertips dusted over his growing erection, eliciting a small gasp from Armin. “Oh, I do. That’s not to say that I forgive you. Turn around.” You sternly commanded, but Armin hesitated to obey.

“Here?” He whisper-shouted, his eyes trailing over your surroundings. You were in a desolate area of the library, planned out purposely. Not another soul was likely to come back here.

“Yes, here.” You spat, growing impatient. “Now, are you going to do as I say or not? Turn around, Armin.”

Armin slowly turned his body around, his head turning back to look at you. You harshly grabbed his wrist, pulling it behind his back and pinning it against him, shoving him against the bookshelf with force. Armin whimpered, the sudden friction from the bookshelf against his hardened dick giving him some relief.

“I knew you’d enjoy this, you fucking whore.” You began, pressing your body against his. “Anyone could walk over here and see us. You like the idea of that, hm? You like the idea of everyone seeing me getting you off?”

“Yes, ngh- fuck, yes I do.” Armin moaned quietly, just enough for your ears. His dick throbbed in his boxers restraint, aching to be touched.

“That’s my good boy.” Your hand trailed down his front, smoothing over his prominent abs through his shirt, before coming to rest at the waistband of his joggers. You slipped them down along with his boxers, just enough to free his hard length. It sprung free, hitting his abdomen. Pre-cum spilled from the flushed pink tip, the veins along his shaft throbbing. Armin shuddered at the cool air hitting his sensitive tip.

You ran your thumb over the slit, spreading his pre-cum down his girthy shaft as Armin wriggled under your tight grip. “Keep fucking still, will you? You desperate little slut.” Your words went straight to his dick, its weight becoming heavier under your touch. Armin’s breathing was laboured, even at your slow pumping. You kept at a steady pace, running your hand up and down his shaft, circling his tip with your thumb every so often to draw out a soft groan from your lover. He was falling apart at your fingertips.

“God, fuck. Please- please don’t stop, baby.” Armin quietly pleaded, bucking his hips into your hand, yearning to gain more friction from you. His actions proved futile as you halted your movements entirely. He threw his head back against your shoulder, groaning in frustration.

“I told you to keep still, Armin.” You spoke lowly. You moved your body more behind his, his dick now on full view, your body no longer shielding him from watchful eyes. “You’re really misbehaving today. I have a right mind to not let you cum at all.”

“No, no please. Please let me cum. I swear, I’ll- fuck, I’ll be your good boy.” He begged, loud enough that any passersby would be able to hear his pathetic pleas. Your hand was gripped tightly at the base of his cock as you considered his begging, cutting him some slack. He sounded desperate enough.

“Pull shit like that again and next time, I won’t be so nice about it.” Your movements resumed at a faster pace than before. Hot breath fanned his neck, tickling his sweet spot when you spoke. You peppered light kisses behind his ear, fist fucking him against the shelf, tightening that knot in his tummy that threatened to break. Soft moans escaped his lips, his eyes squeezed shut as his dick twitched in your palm.

“Oh my God, I’m so fucking close. Right- right there.” Armin groaned, longing for a release. The fact he was doing this in public only spurred his orgasm on more, his heartbeat quickening as his urge to cum grew stronger. You felt that he was about to cum, so you removed your hand off him completely. Armin’s eyes shot open, lifting his head from your shoulder at the lack of friction. Tears prickled his lash line.

“I decided to let you cum, but I didn’t say it was going to be easy.” You shrugged, grabbing his dick again. Armin whimpered, his balls beginning to ache. He was struggling to keep composure as you pumped him, grateful you had him pinned against the bookshelf. He decided to take the begging route, praying it would win you over.

“I- I know I’m just your little slut, but please, fuck- please let me cum for you. It hurts so much.” He cried. Salty tears rolled down his cheeks, and you took pleasure in seeing him cry for you. Your eyes widened, a smug smirk spreading across your face.

“Such a good boy, baby. Go on then, cum for me, my pretty boy.” You moved your hand quicker, bringing him to the brink of his high almost immediately. The hand you were using to pin his wrist against his back let go, moving to his throat, holding his head back against your shoulder. Whimpers left his lips as he grew close, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

“Fuuuck.” Armin hissed, his skin growing hot under your touch. With a few more pumps of your hand, thick, white spurts of his seed were released. Your hand expertly moved to his tip in time, catching his cum in your palm. Armin groaned loudly as white-hot pleasure clouded his senses, and you moved your hand from his neck to his mouth, silencing him.

“Shut the fuck up, Armin. Do you want someone to hear us?” You threatened, cum still releasing from his cock, tainting your palm. “Imagine the sight they’d see, with your cum dripping from my hand.” You held it up, strings of his release between your fingers shining in the light from the window.

Armin panted against you, his cheeks tinted with an adorable dusting of pink. Small beads of sweat clung to his brow bone as he turned to look at you. You wiped off your hand on the inside of his shirt, pulling his boxers and joggers back up for him, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.

“What about me, hm? You wanna make me feel good?” You asked seductively, trailing your hand up and down his chest. Armin turned to face you, cupping your face in his hands. He sweetly placed his lips against yours, kissing you with passion and desire. His hands snaked to your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Groans into the kiss were exchanged, your core beginning to ache with arousal, before he pulled away. A string of saliva connected your lips, Armin breaking it with his thumb before he spoke.

“I do. Let me make you feel good.”

—♡—

Armin took one last look around before sitting down on the free chair in your shared spot. He glanced up at you, maintaining eye contact as he lifted his hips, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his thighs. His erection was released once again, his desire to fuck you evident. You smirked, drinking up the sight in front of you. He was gorgeous.

You walked over to stand in front of Armin. He grabbed your hand and turned you around, lifting up your skirt, licking his lips at the sight of your ass. You hooked your thumbs around your thong and pulled it down, bending over to give Armin a full view of your soaked cunt. Your thong was pulled off your legs and handed to Armin, who pocketed it.

He pulled you back by your hand, encouraging you to stand between his spread legs where you lowered yourself, Armin guiding his tip to your dripping pussy. Running his dick between your folds a few times, he settled against your hole as you sunk down, resting your hands on his knees. He brought his hands to your waist, groaning softly as your tight walls clamped around him. You continued to sink lower, all the way until your ass hit his crotch. Being in this position allowed his dick to reach that plushy sweet spot deep inside you, his tip brushing against it in a way that made your body shudder with pleasure.

“Mhm, fuck, you feel so good.” You moaned sweetly, beginning to bounce up and down on his dick as he kept a firm grip on your waist. His fingertips squeezed the flesh, leaving behind bruises in their wake.

“God, (Y/N), you’re so tight.” Armin commented, small moans leaving his lips with every motion of your hips. You fully sheathed him inside you, rolling your hips against his, making you both moan with pleasure. Not forgetting you were in public, you kept your volume low enough to only be heard between the two of you.

Armin began thrusting his hips up, meeting you halfway. He threw his head back in pleasure as you sped up your actions, slight skin slapping sounds emitting from the both of you. The knots in your tummies were growing by the second, tightening immensely, until you heard someone approaching.

“Shit.” You hissed, stilling your movements with Armin fully bottomed out. He gripped onto your waist, tucking his head against your back as he remained completely stationary. Your skirt being fanned out ensured that no one would be able to see that you were fucking in the library.

Eren rounded the corner, smiling as he caught sight of you. ‘Oh, fuck. This isn’t good’, you thought. You felt Armin let out a shaky breath behind you.

“Hey, you two!” Eren greeted cheerfully with a small wave.

“H-hey, Eren.” Armin squeaked out. Not suspicious at all, my love.

“I thought you might be back here.” Eren’s eyes scanned over the scene in front of him: both of you slightly breathless, Armin’s cheeks tinted a light wash of rose.

“Do you need something?” Your tone came off rather harsh and abrupt, but you were desperate to get rid of him. You felt Armin twitch inside you, sending a small ripple of pleasure through your senses.

“Uh- yeah, you know what? It can wait.” Eren scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He’d spotted your thong poking out of Armin’s pocket, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

Before you could respond, Armin was bidding farewell to Eren, and he was gone as quick as he came. Both of you released sighs of relief, waiting a few seconds for good measure before continuing.

“Fuck, that was too close.” You whispered, beginning to move up and down at a slow pace.

“Ngh- I know, baby.” Armin thrusted his hips up, his tip kissing your cervix delicately. Soft moans emitted from both of you, with the feeling of your orgasm gradually rebuilding. You craved release, moving one of Armin’s hands down to your clit. He began to circle it gently, yearning to bring you to your high as you fucked him senseless. Whimpering, Armin’s thrusts grew sloppy, a sign he was going to cum soon.

“You gonna cum?” You asked him in a sultry tone, squeezing your walls around him to make it tighter.

“God, yes! So close, (Y/N). I’m gonna fucking cum.” Armin groaned, keeping his head tucked in your back. He felt like he was on Cloud 9; the thrill of you fucking him in public heightening the sensations coursing through his body.

“My good boy, you’re so good for me.” You complimented, bouncing up and down faster than before. “’M gonna cum too, darling. Cum inside me, yeah?”

“Yes! Yes, I will.” The cord began to snap for both of you, before you felt Armin twitch, his hot seed shooting into your cunt. Your walls clenched around him, your body shaking as your blunt nails indefinitely left crescent-shaped marks on his knees. Your orgasms were invigorating, jumbles of each other’s names leaving your lips, and you remained still whilst Armin pumped your cunt full of his cum.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathed out, rubbing soothing circles on your hip. A small chuckle left your lips as you pulled off him. A mixture of both of your cum dripped down your inner thighs, a sight enough to make Armin’s cock throb. You straightened your posture, smoothing out your skirt before turning to your lover. His cheeks were pink, small wispy pieces of his fringe stuck to his forehead as he pulled his pants back up.

You approached him carefully, lifting his chin with your finger and cupping his face. He rested his cheek into your palm as you rubbed back and forth with your thumb, soothing him. “I’m sorry I got so jealous.” You sighed, feeling a little ashamed. The way you acted when envy overwhelmed your emotions wasn’t a reflection of your usual self.

Armin smiled warmly. “It’s okay, my love. I would’ve done the same. Do you feel better now?” He chuckled, referencing your previous antics.

You chuckled back. “I do, actually. Want me to read to you now?”

“Yes, please.” Genuine smiles were exchanged as you sat on the chair next to Armin, moving your bag to the floor. The worn book was opened, and you began reading, holding Armin’s hand in one of yours, your thumb drawing circles over his.

ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ

Small pants left his lips as he fumbled with his waistband, eager to get out of there as quick as he could. He felt guilty for what he’d done, that post-orgasm clarity beginning to settle in his stomach. But he couldn’t help it, the sounds from you and Armin were erotic.

His back rested against the bookshelf you had been by earlier, listening to the sound of your sweet voice reading to the man you loved. Jealousy settled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach, wishing that he was Armin. If it wasn’t obvious:

Eren Jaeger had heard everything.

And my God, did he wish you were his.

(A/N): For all my fellow Armin lovers out there, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

Next One-Shot: Armin Arlert. ෆ

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #aot x reader #aot smut #armin arlert x fem!reader #armin arlert fluff #aot #snk #one shot #aot one shot

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bitchassboinky · 4 years

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contagious chemistry [prologue]

series summary: when you were called into work on your day off, you didn’t expect to have a questionable proposition at your hands. that was how you found yourself roaming hellish hallways, eyes prying from every corner. you never intended to bump in to the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on. you never intended to fall in love with him. yet, you couldn’t have him - not when he didn’t know the truth.

chapter summary: you’re called into work on your day off. what could possibly go wrong?

pairing: teacher!sebastian stan X journalist!reader

word count: 1901

series warnings: angst, slow burn (i guess?), possible smut, swearing, age gap, mentions/descriptions of anxiety and insecurities, i’m probably missing stuff but man, i have no idea...

chapter warnings: none! minus the lack of sebastian, i suppose. sorry loves!

author’s note: welcome to the start of my first ever series! i haven’t written anything of this nature at this standard ever, so i’m really hoping that you’ll enjoy this little series! for reference, i’ve attached a photo of what sebastian looks like when he first enters the series. taglist is open. happy reading!

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Growing up, you never envisioned that you would lose yourself to the world of journalism. In fact, you had never been too keen on research and literature, despite the ability to analyse the likes of Herman Melville’s ‘Moby Dick’ and James Joyce’s ‘Finnegan’s Wake’ as a preteen. You had revolved your world around visual art and creativity, thinking you could live as an artist, selling your works and travelling globally. Sure, your artwork had found its way into exhibitions and had been sold online as a past-time, but now as an adult, you indulged in it less and less. Instead, there you were in your third year of working for an upcoming magazine line.

In your opinion, NOIR Publications treated you better than any other job or man ever could - you undoubtedly loved everything about working for them. Unlike most jobs, you genuinely enjoyed interacting with your co-workers, from those with the darkest of hearts to the admirable ones perceived as though they had put the stars in the night sky. You were at your peak when working on assignments, particularly those that catered to the prevalent adolescent issues. You found a love for discovering what weird hacks people made up to benefit their lives, even if such hacks made absolutely no sense. What you loved the most about your job was knowing that you help others. A sea of emails and letters - yes, physical, hard-copy letters - would arrive at the office day by day, and you never gave a second thought to reading through them.

Nevertheless, today was supposed to be your day off. Being called in to work on your day off wouldn’t have meant much to others, but it was a big deal for you. The reason? Today would have been your first full day off in three years. Today would have been your first full day off while working for NOIR. Confused glances that snuck your way didn’t go unnoticed. Everyone knew that you were supposed to have your day off. The week leading up to the date had been full of your excitement. You even asked around to see what others would do on their day off before you eventually settled on spending the day to yourself. Perhaps the stares summoned from the fact you were at work, or perhaps it was the bleach stains on your black skivvy. Either way, you didn’t let yourself linger on what opinions people had of you that morning. Clouds of turmoil and slight annoyance stormed within your mind, and the resting bitch face painted on your face did little to assist your demeanour.

With a shaky breath, you knocked on the door. Three times. Perfectly intervallic. Crisp to the ear.

‘”Ms [L/N]. Please, come in,” his voice called from behind the closed door.

Gingerly, you pushed the dark oak to reveal his disorganised office. Atop his desk sat stacks of files, some piled on scattered white papers while others remained open, most featuring scribbles, highlights, and/or blabbered nonsense. A giant window revealed the city’s skyline, the seven o’clock sunlight streaming through and hitting cracked stormy walls. The furniture had been shifted around peculiarly, mismatched and all screaming for attention. As he stood behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows and beady black eyes on the dispersed sheets, his broad shoulders tensed. It was obvious that the pressure of his workload was getting to him, the faint tan-line of where his wedding ring should have been adding to his worries. Perfectly quaffed salt-and-better hair bounced like a spring as he peered up at you, relaxing expression coupled with a toothy grin.

“Good morning, Mr Wakefield,” you murmured, careful not to express your anxiety. Tugging at the sleeves of your long-sleeve, you slung your tattered handbag to the distressed carpet. The handbag had been that of emergency use, filled with work necessities in the instance that you found yourself in your current position. You sunk into the comfortable, groovy orange seat while you awaited a response. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the navy, grey room, but you refused to let him know. Saying that your boss’s office was chaotic would be an understatement; although, you were growing accustomed to the disarray.

“And good morning to you, too. I apologise for calling you in at such late notice. My excitement got the best of me. I hope I have your forgiveness. On the topic of such, I have a proposition for you,” William spoke quickly, lips glued upwards and crow’s feet ever-present. His brows furrowed and he closed an open file, sliding the yellow folder across his desk before taking a seat. He clasped his hands together atop the remaining papers, gaze concentrated on you.

Your silence urged him to continue.

“I’ve noticed that, as of late, our line isn’t getting as much publicity as I would have hoped for, despite how undeniably amazing your work is...” he trailed off. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your throat.

Is he going to... fire me?

“We haven’t been increasingly appealing to our audience as we have in the past. In fact, we found an incline the first year you arrived here, which has since remained constant. I love the enthusiasm and dedication you put into your work, and before I say any more... no, I am not firing you Your work here is much appreciated and assists our line greatly. However, I feel as though NOIR needs more of an edgy kick. So, I’ve compromised this position for you. Amongst CEOs of various magazine lines, this concept may be spoken of for years if proven successful.

“You’re one of our younger, more fresh-faced journalists, and I mean that in a good way. I started thinking: What if we pulled a stunt that would shock the nation? What if you returned to high school as an undercover journalist? Provided, you’re sent to one of the better schools in Manhattan. I always want the best for my favourite journalist... Wait, forget I mentioned that!”

Your speechlessness must have had a negative effect on Mr Wakefield. As soon as you unwillingly expressed your uncertainty, his normally chipper, excited exterior seemed like it had been kicked to the ground. It was as if someone had just killed his puppy.

God, I hate seeing the elderly so upset.

“Of course, you don’t have to agree to take this assignment. I’m sure that Florence or Lena could-”

“I’ll do it.”

The words slipped from your lips before you could even think, ultimately silencing the man before you.

“I apologise for interrupting you, sir, but I don’t deem Florence or Lena fit for this assignment...” you trailed off, trying your hardest not to speak ill of your co-workers.

Florence and Lena were like two peas in a pod, and you loved them to death, truly. While you thoroughly enjoyed their company in the office, they weren’t very good at getting work done, which would have been the understatement of the century if you didn’t want to be so polite. They did little to assist the expansion of the line when it came to articles and content and instead chose to create a carefree environment for the workers. Each morning, the blonde pair would come in with boxes of the newest, trendiest foods they could get their hands on, not caring if they showed up late or not in order to wait in line. It was as if they transformed into European grandmothers, ensuring that everyone ate. On occasion, they would dress as such, just as long as their outfits match. Conversations flowed effortlessly with Florence and Lena. They had this special ability where they could think of ten things to discuss in the blink of an eye. If you didn’t focus so much on getting your work done, you would be able to talk to them for hours. Every month, they would lighten the scenery of NOIR Publications by redecorating the office - especially in the holidays, where they knew that they could go all-out with excuses to add new, trendy features and replace the merely broken. Christmas was always the most stressful time of the year, and they would add to that by planning office parties and whatever else that could come to mind, not caring if they were tearing others from their important work. By their routine, anyone could be fooled to think that they could sit and write an entry. Unfortunately, reality was adverse. They had little to no work ethic and would do anything else to get out of sitting and writing. William knew of their behaviour, but he couldn’t bring himself to fire them due to their presence in the workplace.

Thus, when William Wakefield mentioned that he would place either of your beloved yet irritating co-workers on the difficult assignment, you couldn’t resist taking the offer. Knowingly, Florence and Lena would become teenage girls all over again, forcefully acting on their already beauty-influenced lifestyles.

A smile had come out on his face like the sun out of a dark passing storm. “I’m thrilled, [Y/N]. You begin school on September 5th,” he giggled - yes, he giggled. While he formulated the idea of placing an undercover journalist in high school, he found it amusing that you, a 23-year-old grown woman with the maturity of a grandmother, would return to high school for not only a month, but an entire school year.

How William was your boss was an unsolved mystery, for his seemingly childlike behaviour peaked through large cracks in his professional, stressed exterior. Although you rolled your eyes at his laughter, a meagre grin found your face. He, apparently, found it utterly hilarious that he would call you a senior again.

At the ripe, tender age of twenty-three, you hadn’t left school that long ago. The memories continued to haunt your unfortunate soul, but the school you would attend had a supposedly outstanding reputation. You hoped that the memories you created when you returned as an adult would mask the dreadful memories of your true high schooling days.

“Oh, goodness. I am incredibly sorry,” your boss gleamed, wiping away an escaped tear before he returned to his serious, professional manner. “Now, I’ve informed the principle of the assignment at hand and he is one hundred per cent on board. I think he agreed just to express how amazing his school is, or so he says is so amazing. That, or he wants to prove something to someone, like myself...

“We still have a month before you begin school so this gives you plenty of time to prepare. I’ve rostered you off this month’s issue, as well as that for the next year until you’ve completed this assignment, and handed it to Linda, so you’re in safe hands. I hope it relieves some pressure.”

William grinned, his face round and red, expressing his usual cheeriness. If you squinted, he resembled the Fat Controller.

“Well, you can go home now. Again, I apologise for calling you in so early in the morning. Here’s your file. Enjoy the rest of the day off.”

You took the outstretched ivory and shared a smile. “Thank you, sir,” you feigned happiness, shaking his hand. With quick movements, you picked up your bag and left the office, a sigh escaping your lips.

What mess have I gotten myself into?

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #teacher au #teacher!sebastian x journalist!reader #sebastian stan x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #marvel #fluff #angst

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simplyfandomish · 6 years

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Cursed Roses (1/_)

Stucky x Reader

~Beauty and the Beast AU~

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Words: 2074

For years Steve Rogers couldn't place it. Ever since he was young, his dreams were always plagued by the silhouette of a grand castle with gardens full of sweet smelling roses. As well as a young boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes. But no matter how vivid the dreams were he just couldn't quite place his finger on it.

The blonde knew he'd seen the boy and the castle at some point in his life. But when and where he couldn't comprehend. It was like an annoying itch he couldn't scratch or a barrier he couldn't break through.

Not even now as his fingers slid across the granite that was etched into the thick parchment paper of his notebook as he shaded in a bushel of roses; the castle that plagued his dreams looming off in the background.

“That's quite a lovely drawing.” Steve lifted his eyes from his sketch and towards the curious pretty girl that hung over his shoulder. “Much better than the ones I’ve seen in published books. Are you an illustrator?”

Steve’s baby blue eyes glittered in recognition. He may have been new to Ville de Brooklyn, but he knew the hushed whispers that sprouted throughout town whenever the Belle of Ville de Brooklyn stepped foot into the courtyard: Mademoiselle (Y/n) Stark.

Steve couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered within his stomach at your beauty. “Thank you, but no. I'm not.” He answered.

You hummed, “Then you have an amazing talent, Monsieur...” You trailed off.

“Rogers.” The blond stammered out. “Steven Rogers.”

“Monsieur Rogers.” You liked the way the name sounded on your tongue. “Well, Monsieur Rogers, I hope next time we meet we can talk longer.”

“As will I, Madame.”

The people of Ville de Brooklyn couldn't hold their tongues when it came to your beauty, your oddness of your love for books, and your befuddling father.

Tony Stark - from what Steve had concluded - was an interesting character, much like yourself. The saying: “the apple doesn't fall far from the tree” perfectly describes you and your father. Monsieur Stark was an inventor. (Though many believed the man was crazy.) He rarely left your small home on the outskirts of the village, always being cooped up in the basement, tinkering away at whatever machinery his brilliant mind had brewed up now.

And when he did leave the house, he was difficult - to put it lightly. Never able to hold a proper conversation with someone without adding long words no one had ever heard of and awful jokes.

Steve’s thoughts trailed off when he noticed the shadow towering over his seated form. But instead of your pretty face, he was met with glaring dark brown eyes. The butterflies that once flitted inside his stomach dropped as he recognized the sun-tanned skin of the village brute: Monsieur Brock Rumlow.

“Saw that you were talking to (Y/n) a moment ago. Wanted to inform you that she's off limits.” Brock sniffed.

“Excuse me?” Steve raised a brow.

“(Y/n)? Shiny hair, pretty eyes, sexy body - Yea. She's mine.” Steve’s eyes narrowed at the declaration. “From one man to another, keep your distance from my girl.”

“Your girl?” The lady of the hour scoffed. You stomped towards Brock, your eyes hard and jaw set.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're angry?” Rumlow cooed, completely ignoring your threats. He even gained the nerve to brush his fingers through the ends of your hair.

Steve has had quite enough of this man. The blonde jumped to his feet and snatched Brock’s hand away from your soft curls. “The mademoiselle stated her point. She's not an object you could possess.”

Brock dragged his eyes from your face, towards Steve’s gripping hand, and then up to meet his burning blue eyes. The brunet wretched his wrist from Steve’s hand. But when he opened his mouth to retort at the larger man, you piped up.

“I've repeated myself many times, Rumlow - I'm not yours and I never will be. So get that through your thick skull before I have to smash it in.” You brandished your newly purchased book - Moby Dick, Steve recognized - like a weapon and waved it threateningly in Brock’s face.

Rumlow’s let out a dry chuckle and turned his glare towards you, “Don't start to get mouthy with me sweetheart. I won’t tolerate a woman - let alone my future wife to speak to me that way.” Both you and Steve clenched your jaws. “Those books will start to give you some sort of liberated thoughts. Thoughts a pretty little housewife shouldn't be having.”

“Oh? And how should a housewife think?” You seethed.

“Obvious!” Rumlow grinned wolfishly. “Producing the Rumlow lineage-!” The brunet was cut off by the thick book of Herman Melville slamming itself into his jaw. Rumlow spun to the ground in surprise. The air in his lungs surely knocked out and a dull pain beginning to settle in.

You were grateful for the heavy lifting you assisted your father within his basement workshop. “I'd choose your words wisely next time, Brock. Should I recommend a dictionary? That is: if you can even read.” You turned your nose from the sexist pig and began your journey home.

All of those who had witnessed the encounter between the Belle of the Ville, the quiet blonde artist, and the handsome Brock Rumlow could only stare with open jaws and wide eyes.

Steve scrambled to gather his sketchbook and pencils and began to chase after your steaming figure.

“Mademoiselle!” He called. But you didn't stop nor slow for the man.

“What?” You growled over your shoulder. You’ve had quite enough of the male species at the moment.

“I uh…that was quite a hit. Never would've expected-” “A dainty Belle like me to manage a Hail Mary like that? Or able to contain such barbaric brute ness? Or how about the nerve to beat the town’s ‘Most Wanted Bachelor’ with a book?”

You stopped abruptly and whipped around towards the blond. He nearly ran into you.

Steve gulped as he was now on the receiving end of your wrath. Oh, how drastic this version of you was rather than the loud whispers he guiltily gobbled up.

Your words echoed in his mind. ‘Choose your next words wisely.’

Steve felt the tips of his ears grow warm. “Y-Yes?” He cleared his throat and regained himself. “That was indeed a nice swing, for a beautiful dame. I-I mean…! I would've done more to defend - to help...assist you, but it seemed you were able to handle yourself…Just fine.”

You only raised a brow at the blond. “You have no idea how to speak to women do you?”

Merde did Steve feel like an idiot. He wished the Earth underneath him would open up and swallow him whole. “N-no. Not really. This is perhaps the longest time I’ve spoken to a woman.”

You chuckled.

Steve's baby blues widened. You chuckled! Chuckled! And merde was it adorable! And was that a snort as well??

You froze when a snort came from your nose and quickly covered your mouth. Great. You felt your cheeks grow warm in embarrassment.

“Cute.” Steve breathed. Much louder than he wanted to be. Now it was Steve’s turn to feel warm.

Across the village, through the surrounding dense forest, and across a ruined marble bridge stood a gloomy castle. Much like that sketched into Steve’s notebooks.

The surrounding gardens were untamed and overgrown. Years and years of neglect ensued the bushes of roses to grow like weeds, their thorny vines hanging like tentacles.

Within the cracked, dusty castle a glass bell jar stood untouched. A glowing scarlet rose bloomed within its enclosure. Across from the mysterious rose was a crowd of shadowed furniture and antiques. The silver hand mirror they stared into illuminated their gold encrusted features.

“They're both blushing like daisies. This is sickening.” A female teapot grumbled. The ceramic vessel was ivory in color with a pattern of scarlet intersecting triangles with an ebony outline that wrapped around her lid, spout, and base. Red swirls were hand painted delicately onto the pottery.

“How he has grown! I remember when he was still in diapers, now he is a strapping young man!” A candelabra exclaimed. His once tied back sun yellow blond hair was now solidified in gold, with the ends ignited in a small flame. Much like his favorite cloak, the fabric having been coated over in gold. Small whisks of flames erupted from the end whenever he moved.

“Why doesn't the Master ever use this? Doesn't he miss him?” A teacup questioned. He had the same design as the teapot but instead of the red swirls, he had a blue criss-cross pattern all around the porcelain.

“Don't be such a tea brain, tea brain. You know damn well why he doesn't use this.” An ottoman retorted, rather rudely, to the teacup. His oak legs were a chocolate brown color, the plush red leather cushion was stitched with a silver threading.

“Sam.” The teapot scolded. The teacup stared smugly at the footrest.

“Shh! Do you want him to hear us?” A clock muttered. Painted emerald green forests decorated most of the wood. He had a large gold face with purple accents. The hands on his face twitched nervously as they both pointed at the twelve.

All turned towards the direction of the slumbering Prince. Engulfed in a large pale yellow canopy bed, the sheer curtains were drawn closed, the furniture could intriguingly make out their master’s large form. The sheets rose and fell over his large frame as he slumbered.

“We should let our Master sleep. In fact, we should all try to rest peacefully. After all, sleep is very important for the body.” The candelabra stated.

“Well in case you forgot genius, we don't have any bodies!” The ottoman exclaimed. He was shushed promptly and loudly. The candelabra scanned the group of animated furniture before looking down at his own metal form. “Still. It’s very late, right my clock friend?”

The clock nodded, “Let's just go. Please?”

The furniture glanced down at the glowing mirror one last time before they departed. The smiling images of the Belle de Brooklyn and the handsome man Steve Rogers had sprouted to become reflected back at them.

The silver-handled mirror grew to a dim as its viewers hobbled and waddled away.

The Prince exhaled loudly when he heard the door to his bedroom shut closed. Leaving him once again to his quiet peace. He’d have to give his staff a stern talk for 1.interrupting his sleep - even though that was always a difficult feat for him, 2.entering his chambers without permission, and 3.how much of chatterboxes they were. He could’ve sworn the people across the entire castle could hear them. Then again, no matter how many times he discussed the loudness, it went one ear and out the other. They always were an unquiet group.

But even though he was now left alone to his silent bedroom, he couldn’t find the will to fall asleep. The mirror was calling to him - taunting him.

He growled quietly as he rolled out of his warm bed and approached the silver mirror. His large feet pounded against the cold tile, the talons clicking like high heels with each step. The Prince stretched his large paw out and carefully gripped the mirror. Eleven years and he still had a hard time trying to control his vast body.

“Show-” he swallowed, “Show me, Steve.” Ice blue eyes watched the mirror grew to a blinding flash, as images of Steve and the Belle huddled under his large coat from the fat drops of rain that poured down on the village. The both of them seemed content at their closeness; their apparent tensions having been long gone as they heavily conversed about art and books.

The Prince could help but feel a pang in his chest as he watched the pair. His large ears picked up on the soft patter of rain against the stained glass windows before it grew into a heavy pour.

Was this the same storm that ensued his Steve and the Belle to sit so close? Or was this the consent of his brewing heart manifesting outside? Or perhaps these were the tears of his mother, weeping for the misfortune her only child had bestowed upon himself

The prince sighed, “I'm sorry, Stevie.”

#marvel #steve x reader x bucky #steve x reader #bucky x reader #stucky #reader insert #Avengers #beauty and the beast

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 2 months

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THANK YOU, EVERYONE, FOR 1000+ FOLLOWERS!

Thank you, everyone, for your comments, reblogs and likes. Thank you for your asks. Thank you for your support.

😊😊😊

And, as a little celebration, I want to start an 'event'.

Self-Aware BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover

"If you weren't alone"

What would happen, if Reader were transported into Teyvat with someone from BSD Cast.

I want to write a series of headcannons/short imagines.

Rules:

1. If you want some general headcannon/prompt, send me next ask: "BSD Character Name, SAGAU"

2. If you want to see some specific interaction, or characters being in specific region, send me next ask: "BSD Cast Name, SAGAU, Region, and/or, GI Character"

3. You can ask for organisations (ADA, Hunting Dogs...), smaller groups (Flags, Buraiha...) and specific characters.

One ask - one organisation

One ask - one group

One ask - up to three characters

4. Oda's kids are considered as a group and as one character at the same time. You can ask for two more characters with them.

5. Elise are Mori's 'plus one'. She won't fill a character spot. You can ask for two more characters with Mori. Same with Elise, Mori is her 'plus one' without taking a spot. However, you can ask strictly for Elise/Mori. In that case, they will take one spot.

6. You can ask for both OG! Manga and BEAST! Characters. Character list are under the cut.

7. It's short fic/imagine or pure headcannons event. While I will keep this ideas in mind for a future, I won't write full fics for now.

8. Karl and Ayatsuji's cats are viewed as 'plus one' for Poe and Ayatsuji, and won't fill free character spot, leaving two more spots. You can ask not to include them.

9. You can ask solely for Karl or Ayatsuji's cats. In that case, they will fill characters spot. Ayatsuji's cats viewed as one character.

10. Mii-chan and Natsume Soseki are fiewed as one independent character. If you choose Haruno and want Mii-chan with her, you also should ask for Natsume.

11. Buraiha is fiewed as one group. You can ask for specific Flag characters.

12. You can ask for Zenku/Soukoku/Shin either as one group, or pick characters separately and have a chance to add one more character.

ABOUT READER:

You can ask for GN/Fem/Male Reader.

You can ask for Child/Teen/Reader.

Specify in ask, if have some preference for Reader.

If you don't specify, Reader will GN and Adult.

List of characters and their organisations:

1. Adam Frankenstein (Others)

2 Akutagawa Ryunosuke (Port Mafia, Shin Soukoku)

3. Albatross (Port Mafia, Flags)

4. Louisa May Alkott (The Guild)

5. Ango Sakaguchi (The Government, Buraiha)

6. Atsushi Nakajima (Armed Detective Agency, Shin Soukoku)

7. Aya Koda (Others)

8. Ayatsuji Yukito (The Government)

9. Bram Stoker (DOA)

10. Chuuya Nakahara (PM, Soukoku, Flags, if clarified in ask)

11. Dazai Osamu (ADA, Soukoku, Buraiha)

12. Doc (PM, Flags)

13. Fyodor Dostoevsky (Rats and DOA)

14. Elise (PM)

15. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (The Guild)

16. Fukuchi Ouchi (Hunting Dogs, DOA and Fukuzawa/Fukuchi Duo)

17. Fukuzawa Yukichi (ADA, Zenku Soukoku and Fukuzawa/Fukuchi duo)

18. André Gide (Others)

19. Gin Akutagawa (PM)

20. Nikolai Gogol (DOA)

21. Ivan Goncharov (Rats)

22. Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Guild)

23. Ichiyou Higuichi (PM)

24. Icemen (PM, Flags)

25. Saigiku Jouno (HD)

26. Tanizaki Junchirou (ADA)

27. Motojirou Kajii (PM)

28. Karma (PM)

29. Katai Tayama (ADA)

30. Kenji Miyazawa (ADA)

31. Kirako Haruno (ADA)

32. Kouyou Ozaki (PM)

33. Kunikida Doppo (ADA)

34. Kyouka Izumi (ADA)

35. Kyuusaku Yumeno (PM)

36. Lippman (PM, Flags)

37. Howard Philips Lovecraft (The Guild)

38. Lucy Maud Montgomery (The Guild)

39. Herman Melville (The Guild)

40. Margaret Mitchell (The Guild)

41. Mizuki Tsujimura (The Government)

42. Mori Ougai (PM, Zenku Soukoku)

43. Naomi Tanizaki (ADA)

44. Natsume Soseki (Others)

45. Oda Sakunosuke (PM)

46. Oda's orphans (Others)

47. Oguri Mushitarou (The Government)

48. Piano Man (PM, Flags)

49. Edgar Allan Poe (The Guild)

59. Alexander Pushkin (Rats)

60. Ranpo Edogawa (ADA)

61. Arthur Rimbaud (PM)

62. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko (Others)

63. Sigma (DOA, can be added to ADA, if clarified in ask)

64. John Steinbeck (The Guild)

65. Tachihara Michizou (PM and HD)

66. Santouka Taneda (The Government)

67. Teruko Okura (HD)

68. Tetchou Suehiro (HD)

69. Mark Twain (The Guild)

70. Paul Verlaine (PM)

71. Yosano Akiko (ADA)

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BEAST Characters

1. Atsushi Nakajima (PM, BEAST Shin Soukoku)

2. Akutagawa Ryunosuke (ADA, BEAST Shin Soukoku)

3. Dazai Osamu (PM, BEAST Soukoku)

4. Chuuya Nakahara (PM, BEAST Soukoku)

5. Oda Sakunosuke (ADA)

6. Gin Akutagawa (PM)

7. Mori Ougai (BEAST Others)

8. Elise (BEAST Others)

9. Kyouka Izumi (PM)

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Between Sea Foam || Part 1

Disclaimer: Welcome to something I like to call “Bangtan Tales”. Between Sea Foam is based on “The Little Mermaid” by Hans Christian Andersen and the Disney version with the same name.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Mermaid!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 2028

Warnings: minor angst between friends

Synopsis: You escape your prison and are now in a world you barely know, getting chased by people that will hurt you. You are happy for the storm that brought you to him.

Prologue - Pt1 - Pt2

(A big thanks to my girl @kpopcinnamonswirlroll for always reviewing my writing.)

The young man was snoozing in a chair, head to the side and a small trail of drool down his chin, when something warm and wet licked his face from neck to hairline.

“Max!” He exclaims, nose curling in slight disgust. An Old English Sheepdog is in front of him, a happy and mischievous expression in his eyes. Jimin smiles. “Bad dog.” He stands up while stretching, closing his eyes and yawning loudly. Petting his dog’s head, he walks closer to the limits of the boat.

Jimin squints at the horizon from his boat’s deck, large and dark clouds taking over the blue sky. He thinks how weird it is, raising his eyebrows. A storm wasn’t in today’s weather’s report. Odd.

“Hey, Tae!” he calls the attention of the man reading a book on the small living room’s couch, glasses at the tip of his nose and eyes completely focused on the pages of what looked like Herman Melville’s ‘Moby Dick’. The brunette raises his head, eyes still focused on the book.

“Yes, Jiminie?”

“A storm is coming, I think it’s better for us to spend the night on land.” he scratches his head. “It doesn’t look good.”

Taehyung finally adverts his eyes from the book, closing it with a thud and standing up to join Jimin on deck. He searches the skies with a frown.

“It sure doesn’t look good, it’s a big one.”

“And it’s getting closer, real fast.” adds Jimin. “We better hurry if we want to get to the marine on time.”

Both men make their way to the control cabin, Max trotting alongside them. They are quick in making the boat move, straight route to the safest place from the storm. The marine is about 5 kilometers away, not that far. Or so they hope.

“Maybe it’s better for one of us to go warn Jungkook.” the next words were said with care. “Are you…still not talking?”

Tae lets out a big sigh. “He’s still ignoring me, yeah.”

Jimin looks at one of his best friends, wondering how the relationship between him and Jungkook had turned into that.

Cold, distant and with a drop of hate.

He remembers when the three of them used to play all the time together when they were little.

Jimin and Tae’s families were friends since forever, so the two boys had grown up like brothers. Jungkook was the only son of a maid of Taehyung’s family, just two years younger, so he quickly joined the little group. They were inseparable, didn’t matter what.

Even when Jimin dropped out of college and stole his grandfather’s boat to live in the sea, even when Taehyung went to study overseas, even when Jungkook spent six months in prison - they were never really apart.

That’s why Jimin wondered.

It all started two months ago, when Tae called him sobbing about how he had made a mistake, and his family reputation would be ruined and his father would disown him. Jimin was quick to open his doors to a friend in need. Tae never really told him what happened, and so he never questioned him any further.

Then Jungkook called. He had never heard the youngest’s voice like that. He sounded beyond broken, a shell of a man he once was. He also didn’t hesitate in giving him his home.

But Jungkook wasn’t the same. He barely ate, didn’t leave his room and spent all day sleeping. But the worst was how he treated Taehyung.

He couldn’t look him in the eyes, he never said a word and when the oldest tried to touch him and talk to him, he flinched, screamed like he was possessed and punched Taehyung square in the face.

After that, the brunette kept his distance.

Jungkook talked with Jimin, even if rarely, but would close on himself if the oldest tried to know the reasons behind his behavior.

So Jimin dropped that too.

Rain starts to fall and he takes his eyes from Taehyung’s frowning face. He can see the pain in his eyes.

“I’ll go check on him.” And with that, he leaves the cabin, enters the living quarters of the boat, and stops in front of a door at the end of the small corridor. With a soft knock on the wood, he opens the door to Jungkook’s bedroom.

The twenty-year-old is in his usual curled up position in the middle of the bed, sheets and blankets covering his frame.

“Hey, Kook. How’re you feeling, man?” he gets no answer in return. Jimin sighs and completely enters the room, sitting at the end of the queen size bed. He notices how the body under the covers stiffens. “C'mon, I know you’re awake.”

Still no answer. Jimin sighs again, frustrated. “You don’t wanna talk, fine, don’t fucking talk!” He passes a hand through his dark hair. “I just wanna let you know that there’s a storm coming, so your ass will have to leave that bed cause we’re not staying here tonight.”

He stands up and is about to leave when a faint sound makes him stop.

“What did you say?”

The same voice, now louder, speaks from under the covers. Jimin gives a small laugh, somewhere between annoyed and amused.

“You little brat, say that to my face!”

The hidden head of Jungkook comes to the surface, scowling expression and dark eyes focused on the older boy. His raven black hair looks greasy and Jimin is sure that he was wearing the same sweater last week. He wonders how long has that boy been without showering.

“Fuck you!” he covers his head again but continues to talk, voice now muffled. “I’m not leaving this goddamn boat.”

“Yeah!? We’ll see that when I drag your ass out over my shoulder. And go take a shower, you stink.”

Jungkook’s arm pops out of the covers, his middle finger directed at Jimin. The older man just laughs and closes the door behind him, going back up to the cabin.

He enjoys these little moments between him and Jungkook, even if it’s just bickering. It means he’s still there.

The rain outside got significantly worse and the winds are stronger. The boat moves in motion with the waves. Jimin is starting to doubt that they will get to shore.

“Hey…how is he?”

“The same, but at least he acknowledged me. That’s something.”

Both men focus their eyes on the vast sea ahead of them. It’s so dark they can barely see anything ahead, except for the lighthouse that guides ships and sailboats to the safety of the marina.

Jimin sits on a chair next to Taehyung, scratching behind Max’s ears that is laying at their feet. He passes a hand through his hair.

“Tae… will you ever tell me what happened?”

He can see Taehyung’s posture stiff and his nervous expression from the corner of his eyes. However, when he turns to face him, Taehyung looks the definition of a calm and controlled man.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing to tell, the past is in the past.”

“C'mon man, you know what I mean. Just tell me what the fuck is wrong between you two.”

Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh.

“It doesn’t matter, Jimin. Please, just drop it, you wouldn’t understand.”

Jimin scoffs and stands up, brushing a hand through his hair once again, the black locks a mess in his head.

“Yeah sure, I wouldn’t understand! But what if you tried to explain hmm?! Do you even consider me your friend?”

Taehyung’s brown eyes wide at his words, but then a frown takes his place. Max starts barking.

“Of course you’re still my best friend, you asshole. I just don’t want you to look at me differently, that’s all!”

Jimin sends an annoyed look at both Max, that moved to go bark at the limits of the boat, and Tae, that is still avoiding his eye contact.

“Max, shut up!” sighs while messing his hair again with his fingers. “Tae, just try to explain it. I swear, you guys are making me insane!”

Taehyung also stands up to his full height, eyes half closed in a growing anger.

“I’m not telling you shit so deal with it!”

“Hey, would you mind shut the fuck up!? I can hear your screams and the fucking dog from my bedroom!”

Jungkook appears, a fluffy blanket over his head. Max’s barks get annoyingly loud, and the dog suddenly starts to howl and whine.

“Max shut the f-!”

“Is that a body?!”

The storm got worst and big waves were starting to form, making the boat wobble in motion. The three men approach the nervous dog and look at what is seemingly calling his attention.

Not too far away, maybe 70 meters into the ocean, there’s a body floating in their direction. At least it resembles a body, the darkness makes it difficult to be sure. They squint at the form in complete silence, if it wasn’t for Max still barking and leaning over the boat. Jimin gets a hold on the dog before he thinks about jumping.

A thunderstorm starts above their heads, making them jump in place. The seconds of light, however, make them see that there’s definitely a person in the waters.

“I’m sure it’s a body. One of you bring me a vest, I’m gonna go get them.” says Jimin, taking off his shoes and shirt.

“Are you crazy!? We’re in a middle of a storm, you asshole!”

He simply ignores Jungkook’s words, accepting and putting on the life vest that Taehyung got for him.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah. Just don’t let Max come after me and I’ll be fine.”

And he jumps. The cold water makes him momentarily lose his breath, but the vest keeps him afloat most of the time. The body is closer now, and Jimin wastes no time in swimming in their direction. The darkness and rain make it difficult to see, and he’s thankful when the light of a flashlight comes from the boat behind him, illuminating his path.

He's now facing the body of a woman, dead or alive he couldn’t say. Jimin wraps his arms around her and starts swimming back to the boat, noticing how her legs seemed bound on something, the odd texture grazing against his soaked jeans. Taehyung and Jungkook are quick in helping him and the body up the boat.

Jimin closes his eyes as he lays down on the decks floor, heavy breathing and shaking both from exhaustion and the cold.

“Is-Is she ok?”

A dead silence is his only answer. He opens his eyes and looks at his companion’s faces, eyes blown in a slightly terrified expression, only to follow their gazes to the person he just saved. A gasp leaves his mouth.

“Well, …that’s some freaky ass fish.”

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Nominees for the 2018 Eisner Awards announced

Comic-Con International has announced the nominees for the 2018 Eisner Awards, presented annually in San Diego at the convention.

Monstress by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda and My Favorite Thing Is Monsters by Emil Ferris each received five nominations across various categories; other comics with multiple nominations included Mister Miracle, Black Hammer, The Flintstones, Grass Kings, Eartha and Hawkeye.

Check out the complete list of nominees below.

Best Short Story

“Ethel Byrne,” by Cecil Castelluci and Scott Chantler, in Mine: A Celebration of Liberty and Freedom for All Benefiting Planned Parenthood (ComicMix) “Forgotten Princess,” by Phillip Kennedy Johnson and Antonio Sandoval, in Adventure Time Comics #13 (kaboom!) ”A Life in Comics: The Graphic Adventures of Karen Green,” by Nick Sousanis, in Columbia Magazine (Summer 2017), https://ift.tt/2I41VPy “Small Mistakes Make Big Problems,” by Sophia Foster-Dimino, in Comics for Choice (Hazel Newlevant) “Trans Plant,” by Megan Rose Gedris, in Enough Space for Everyone Else (Bedside Press)

Best Single Issue/One-Shot

Barbara, by Nicole Miles (ShortBox) Hellboy: Krampusnacht, by Mike Mignola and Adam Hughes (Dark Horse) Pope Hats #5, by Ethan Rilly (AdHouse Books) The Spotted Stone, by Rick Veitch (Sun Comics) What Is Left, by Rosemary Valero-O’Connell (ShortBox)

Best Continuing Series

Black Hammer, by Jeff Lemire, Dean Ormston, and David Rubín (Dark Horse) Giant Days, by John Allison, Max Sarin, and Liz Fleming (BOOM! Box) Hawkeye, by Kelly Thompson, Leonardo Romero, and Mike Walsh (Marvel) Monstress, by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda (Image) The Wicked + The Divine, by Kieron Gillen & Jamie McKelvie (Image)

Best Limited Series

Black Panther: World of Wakanda, by Roxane Gay, Ta-Nehisi Coates, and Alitha E. Martinez (Marvel) Extremity, by Daniel Warren Johnson (Image/Skybound) The Flintstones, by Mark Russell, Steve Pugh, Rick Leonardi, and Scott Hanna (DC) Mister Miracle, by Tom King and Mitch Gerads (DC) X-Men: Grand Design, by Ed Piskor (Marvel)

Best New Series

Black Bolt, by Saladin Ahmed and Christian Ward (Marvel) Grass Kings, by Matt Kindt and Tyler Jenkins (BOOM! Studios) Maestros, by Steve Skroce (Image) Redlands, by Jordie Belaire and Vanesa Del Rey (Image) Royal City, by Jeff Lemire (Image)

Best Publication for Early Readers (up to age 8)

Adele in Sand Land, by Claude Ponti, translated by Skeeter Grant and Françoise Mouly (Toon Books) Arthur and the Golden Rope, by Joe Todd-Stanton (Flying Eye/Nobrow) Egg, by Kevin Henkes (Greenwillow Books) Good Night, Planet, by Liniers (Toon Books) Little Tails in the Savannah, by Frederic Brrémaud and Federico Bertolucci, translated by Mike Kennedy (Lion Forge/Magnetic)

Best Publication for Kids (ages 9–12)

Bolivar, by Sean Rubin (Archaia) Home Time (Book One): Under the River, by Campbell Whyte (Top Shelf) Nightlights, by Lorena Alvarez (Nobrow) The Tea Dragon Society, by Katie O’Neill (Oni) Wallace the Brave, by Will Henry (Andrews McMeel) Best Publication for Teens (ages 13-17)

The Dam Keeper, by Robert Kondo and Dice Tsutsumi (First Second/Tonko House) Jane, by Aline Brosh McKenna and Ramón K. Pérez (Archaia) Louis Undercover, by Fanny Britt and Isabelle Arsenault, translated by Christelle Morelli and Susan Ouriou (Groundwood Books/House of Anansi) Monstress, by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda (Image) Spinning, by Tillie Walden (First Second)

Best Humor Publication

Baking with Kafka, by Tom Gauld (Drawn & Quarterly) Batman/Elmer Fudd Special #1, by Tom King, Lee Weeks, and Byron Vaughn (DC) The Flintstones, by Mark Russell, Steve Pugh, Rick Leonardi, and Scott Hanna (DC) Rock Candy Mountain, by Kyle Starks (Image) Wallace the Brave, by Will Henry (Andrews McMeel)

Best Anthology

A Bunch of Jews (and Other Stuff): A Minyen Yidn, by Max B. Perlson, Trina Robbins et al. (Bedside Press) A Castle in England, by Jamie Rhodes et al. (Nobrow) Elements: Fire, A Comic Anthology by Creators of Color, edited by Taneka Stotts (Beyond Press) Now #1, edited by Eric Reynolds (Fantagraphics) The Spirit Anthology, edited by Sean Phillips (Lakes International Comic Art Festival)

Best Reality-Based Work

Audubon: On the Wings of the World, by Fabien Grolleau and Jerémie Royer, translated by Etienne Gilfillan (Nobrow) The Best We Could Do, by Thi Bui (Abrams ComicArts) Calamity Jane: The Calamitous Life of Martha Jane Cannary, 1852–1903, by Christian Perrissin and Matthieu Blanchin, translated by Diana Schutz and Brandon Kander (IDW) Lennon: The New York Years, by David Foenkinos, Corbeyran, and Horne, translated by Ivanka Hahnenberger (IDW) Spinning, by Tillie Walden (First Second)

Best Graphic Album—New

Crawl Space, by Jesse Jacobs (Koyama Press) Eartha, by Cathy Malkasian (Fantagraphics) My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, by Emil Ferris (Fantagraphics) Stages of Rot, by Linnea Sterte (Peow) The Story of Jezebel, by Elijah Brubaker (Uncivilized Books)

Best Graphic Album—Reprint

Boundless, by Jillian Tamaki (Drawn & Quarterly) Fantagraphics Studio Edition: Black Hole by Charles Burns, edited by Eric Reynolds (Fantagraphics) Small Favors: The Definitive Girly Porno Collection, by Colleen Coover (Oni/Limerence) Sticks Angelica, Folk Hero, by Michael DeForge (Drawn & Quarterly) Unreal City, by D. J. Bryant (Fantagraphics)

Best Adaptation from Another Medium

Beowulf, adapted by Santiago García and David Rubín (Image) H. P. Lovecraft’s The Hound and Other Stories, adapted by Gou Tanabe, translated by Zack Davisson (Dark Horse) Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, adapted by Christophe Chabouté, translated by Laure Dupont (Dark Horse) Kindred, by Octavia Butler, adapted by Damian Duffy and John Jennings (Abrams ComicArts)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material

Audubon: On the Wings of the World, by Fabien Grolleau and Jerémie Royer, translated by Etienne Gilfillan (Nobrow) Flight of the Raven, by Jean-Pierre Gibrat, translated by Diana Schutz and Brandon Kander (EuroComics/IDW) FUN, by Paolo Bacilieri, translated by Jamie Richards (SelfMadeHero) Ghost of Gaudi, by El Torres and Jesús Alonso Iglesias, translated by Esther Villardón Grande (Lion Forge/Magnetic) The Ladies-in-Waiting, by Santiago García and Javier Olivares, translated by Erica Mena (Fantagraphics) Run for It: Stories of Slaves Who Fought for the Freedom, by Marcelo D’Salete, translated by Andrea Rosenberg (Fantagraphics)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material—Asia

Furari, by Jiro Taniguchi, translated by Kumar Sivasubramanian (Fanfare/Ponent Mon) Golden Kamuy, by Satoru Noda, translated by Eiji Yasuda (VIZ Media) My Brother’s Husband, vol. 1, by Gengoroh Tagame, translated by Anne Ishii (Pantheon) Otherworld Barbara, vol. 2, by Moto Hagio, translated by Matt Thorn (Fantagraphics) Shiver: Junji Ito Selected Stories, by Junji Ito translated by Jocelyne Allen (VIZ Media)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Strips

Celebrating Snoopy, by Charles M. Shulz, edited by Alexis E. Fajardo and Dorothy O’Brien (Andrews McMeel) Crazy Quilt: Scraps and Panels on the Way to Gasoline Alley, by Frank King, edited by Peter Maresca (Sunday Press) Foolish Questions and Other Odd Observations, by Rube Goldberg, edited by Peter Maresca and Paul C. Tumey (Sunday Press Books) Sky Masters of the Space Force: The Complete Dailies, by Jack Kirby, Wally Wood et al., edited by Daniel Herman (Hermes Press) Star Wars: The Classic Newspaper Strips, vol. 1, by Russ Manning et al., edited by Dean Mullaney (LOAC/IDW)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Comic Books

Akira 35th Anniversary Edition, by Katsuhiro Otomo, edited by Haruko Hashimoto, Ajani Oloye, and Lauren Scanlan (Kodansha) Behaving MADly, edited by Craig Yoe (Yoe Books/IDW) The Collected Neil the Horse, by Arn Saba/Katherine Collins, edited by Andy Brown (Conundrum) Fantagraphics Studio Edition: Jaime Hernandez, edited by Gary Groth (Fantagraphics) Will Eisner: The Centennial Celebration, 1917-2017, by Paul Gravett, Denis Kitchen, and John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Writer

Tom King, Batman, Batman Annual #2, Batman/Elmer Fudd Special #1, Mister Miracle (DC) Matt Kindt, Grass Kings (BOOM! Studios); Ether (Dark Horse); Eternity, X-O Manowar (Valiant) Jeff Lemire, Black Hammer (Dark Horse); Descender (Image) Marjorie Liu, Monstress (Image) Mark Russell, The Flintstones (DC)

Best Writer/Artist

Lorena Alvarez, Night Lights (Nobrow) Chabouté, Moby Dick (Dark Horse); Alone, Park Bench (Gallery 13/Simon & Schuster) Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters (Fantagraphics) Cathy Malkasian, Eartha (Fantagraphics) Jiro Taniguchi, Furari, Louis Vuitton Travel Guide: Venice (Fanfare/Ponent Mon)

Best Penciller/Inker or Penciller/Inker Team

Isabelle Arsenault, Louis Undercover (Groundwood Books/House of Anansi) Mitch Gerads, Mister Miracle (DC) Gary Gianni, Hellboy: Into the Silent Sea (Dark Horse) Ramón K. Perez, Jane (Archaia) David Rubín, Black Hammer #9 & #12, Ether, Sherlock Frankenstein #1–3 (Dark Horse); Beowulf (Image)

Best Painter/Multimedia Artist (interior art)

Federico Bertolucci, Love: The Dinosaur, Little Tails (Lion Forge/Magnetic) EFA, Monet: Itinerant of Light (NBM) Jean-Pierre Gibrat, Flight of the Raven (EuroComics/IDW) Cyril Pedrosa, Portugal (NBM) Sana Takeda, Monstress (Image)

Best Cover Artist

Jorge Corona, No. 1 with a Bullet (Image) Nick Derington, Mister Miracle (DC); Doom Patrol (DC Young Animal) Brian Stelfreeze, Black Panther (Marvel) Sana Takeda, Monstress (Image) Julian Totino Tedesco, Hawkeye (Marvel)

Best Coloring

Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters (Fantagraphics) Mitch Gerads, Mister Miracle (DC) Ed Piskor, X-Men: Grand Design (Marvel) David Rubín, Ether, Black Hammer, Sherlock Frankenstein (Dark Horse); Beowulf (Image) Dave Stewart, Black Hammer, BPRD: Devil You Know, Hellboy: Into the Silent Sea, Sherlock Frankenstein, Shaolin Cowboy (Dark Horse); Maestros (Image) Rosemary Valero-O’Connell, What Is Left (ShortBox)

Best Lettering

Isabelle Arsenault, Louis Undercover (Groundwood Books/House of Anansi) Clayton Cowles, Bitch Planet: Triple Feature, Redlands, The Wicked + The Divine (Image); Black Bolt, Spider-Gwen, Astonishing X-Men, Star Wars (Marvel) Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters (Fantagraphics) Stan Sakai, Usagi Yojimbo, Groo: Slay of the Gods (Dark Horse) John Workman, Mother Panic (DC Young Animal); Ragnorok (IDW)

Best Comics-Related Periodical/Journalism

Alter Ego, edited by Roy Thomas (TwoMorrows) The Comics Journal, edited by Dan Nadel, Timothy Hodler, and Tucker Stone, tcj.com (Fantagraphics) Hogan’s Alley, edited by Tom Heintjes Jack Kirby Collector, edited by John Morrow (TwoMorrows) PanelXPanel magazine, edited by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, panelxpanel.com

Best Comics-Related Book

Deconstructing the Incal by Alejandro Jodorowsky and Moebius, by Jean Annestay and Christophe Quillien (Humanoids) How Comics Work, by Dave Gibbons and Tim Pilcher (Wellfleet Press/Quarto Group) How to Read Nancy: The Elements of Comics in Three Easy Panels, by Paul Karasik and Mark Newgarden (Fantagraphics) Line of Beauty: The Art of Wendy Pini, by Richard Pini (Flesk) Monograph, by Chris Ware (Rizzoli) To Laugh That We May Not Weep: The Life and Times of Art Young, by Glenn Bray and Frank M. Young (Fantagraphics)

Best Academic/Scholarly Work

The Comics of Charles Schulz: The Good Grief of Modern Life, edited by Jared Gardner and Ian Gordon (University Press of Mississippi) Ethics in the Gutter: Empathy and Historical Fiction in Comics, by Kate Polak (Ohio State University Press) Latinx Superheroes in Mainstream Comics, by Frederick Luis Aldama (University of Arizona Press) Neon Visions: The Comics of Howard Chaykin, by Brannon Costello (LSU Press) Picturing Childhood: Youth in Transnational Comics, edited by Mark Heimermann and Brittany Tullis (University of Texas Press)

Best Publication Design

Akira 35th Anniversary Edition, designed by Phil Balsman, Akira Saito (Veia), NORMA Editorial, and MASH•ROOM (Kodansha) Celebrating Snoopy, designed by Spencer Williams and Julie Phillips (Andrews McMeel) Monograph, designed by Chris Ware (Rizzoli) My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, designed by Jacob Covey (Fantagraphics) Will Eisner: The Centennial Celebration, 1917-2017, designed by John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Digital Comic

Bandette, by Paul Tobin and Colleen Coover (Monkeybrain/comiXology) Barrier, by Brian K. Vaughan and Marcos Martin (Panel Syndicate) The Carpet Merchant of Konstaniniyya, by Reimena Yee (reimenayee.com/the-carpet-merchant) Contact High, by James F. Wright and Josh Eckert (gumroad.com/l/YnxSm) Harvey Kurtzman’s Marley’s Ghost, by Harvey Kurtzman, Josh O’Neill, Shannon Wheeler, and Gideon Kendall (comiXology Originals/Kitchen, Lind & Associates) Quince, by Sebastian Kadlecik, Kit Steinkellner, and Emma Steinkellner, translated by Valeria Tranier (Fanbase Press/comiXology)

Best Webcomic

Awaiting a Wave, by Dale Carpenter and Nate Powell, features.weather.com/us-climate-change/arkansas (The Weather Channel Digital) Brothers Bond, by Kevin Grevioux and Ryan Benjamin, www.webtoons.com/en/action/brothers-bond/list?title_no=1191 (LINE Webtoon) Dispatch from a Sanctuary City, by Mike Dawson, https://thenib.com/dispatch-from-a-sanctuary-city (The Nib) The Tea Dragon Society, by Katie O’Neill, teadragonsociety.com (Oni Press) Welcome to the New World, by Jake Halpern and Michael Sloan, www.michaelsloan.net/welcome-to-the-new-world/ (New York Times Sunday Review)

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Eisner Awards 2018: poco "Star Wars" tra le nomination

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Eisner Awards 2018: poco "Star Wars" tra le nomination

Eisner Awards 2018. Verrà assegnato a breve uno dei premi più importanti del panorama fumettistico. Quest’anno tra le varie nomination c’è anche qualcosa legata a Star Wars, ma veramente poco…

Eisner Awards 2018 – Tutte le nomination

Best Short Story

“Ethel Byrne,” by Cecil Castelluci and Scott Chantler, in Mine: A Celebration of Liberty and Freedom for All Benefiting Planned Parenthood (ComicMix)

“Forgotten Princess,” by Phillip Kennedy Johnson and Antonio Sandoval, in Adventure Time Comics #13 (kaboom!)

”A Life in Comics: The Graphic Adventures of Karen Green,” by Nick Sousanis, in Columbia Magazine (Summer 2017), http://magazine.columbia.edu/features/summer-2017/life-comics?page=0,0

“Small Mistakes Make Big Problems,” by Sophia Foster-Dimino, in Comics for Choice (Hazel Newlevant)

“Trans Plant,” by Megan Rose Gedris, in Enough Space for Everyone Else (Bedside Press)

Best Single Issue/One-Shot

Barbara, by Nicole Miles (ShortBox)

Hellboy: Krampusnacht, by Mike Mignola and Adam Hughes (Dark Horse)

Pope Hats #5, by Ethan Rilly (AdHouse Books)

The Spotted Stone, by Rick Veitch (Sun Comics)

What Is Left, by Rosemary Valero-O’Connell (ShortBox)

Best Continuing Series

Black Hammer, by Jeff Lemire, Dean Ormston, and David Rubín (Dark Horse)

Giant Days, by John Allison, Max Sarin, and Liz Fleming (BOOM! Box)

Hawkeye, by Kelly Thompson, Leonardo Romero, and Mike Walsh (Marvel)

Monstress, by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda (Image)

The Wicked + The Divine, by Kieron Gillen & Jamie McKelvie (Image)

Best Limited Series

Black Panther: World of Wakanda, by Roxane Gay, Ta-Nehisi Coates, and Alitha E. Martinez (Marvel)

Extremity, by Daniel Warren Johnson (Image/Skybound)

The Flintstones, by Mark Russell, Steve Pugh, Rick Leonardi, and Scott Hanna (DC)

Mister Miracle, by Tom King and Mitch Gerads (DC)

X-Men: Grand Design, by Ed Piskor (Marvel)

Best New Series

Black Bolt, by Saladin Ahmed and Christian Ward (Marvel)

Grass Kings, by Matt Kindt and Tyler Jenkins (BOOM! Studios)

Maestros, by Steve Skroce (Image)

Redlands, by Jordie Belaire and Vanesa Del Rey (Image)

Royal City, by Jeff Lemire (Image)

Best Publication for Early Readers (up to age 8)

Adele in Sand Land, by Claude Ponti, translated by Skeeter Grant and Françoise Mouly (Toon Books)

Arthur and the Golden Rope, by Joe Todd-Stanton (Flying Eye/Nobrow)

Egg, by Kevin Henkes (Greenwillow Books)

Good Night, Planet, by Liniers (Toon Books)

Little Tails in the Savannah, by Frederic Brrémaud and Federico Bertolucci, translated by Mike Kennedy (Lion Forge/Magnetic)

Best Publication for Kids (ages 9–12)

Bolivar, by Sean Rubin (Archaia)

Home Time (Book One): Under the River, by Campbell Whyte (Top Shelf)

Nightlights, by Lorena Alvarez (Nobrow)

The Tea Dragon Society, by Katie O’Neill (Oni)

Wallace the Brave, by Will Henry (Andrews McMeel)

Best Publication for Teens (ages 13-17)

The Dam Keeper, by Robert Kondo and Dice Tsutsumi (First Second/Tonko House)

Jane, by Aline Brosh McKenna and Ramón K. Pérez (Archaia)

Louis Undercover, by Fanny Britt and Isabelle Arsenault, translated by Christelle Morelli and Susan Ouriou (Groundwood Books/House of Anansi)

Monstress, by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda (Image)

Spinning, by Tillie Walden (First Second)

Best Humor Publication

Baking with Kafka, by Tom Gauld (Drawn & Quarterly)

Batman/Elmer Fudd Special #1, by Tom King, Lee Weeks, and Byron Vaughn (DC)

The Flintstones, by Mark Russell, Steve Pugh, Rick Leonardi, and Scott Hanna (DC)

Rock Candy Mountain, by Kyle Starks (Image)

Wallace the Brave, by Will Henry (Andrews McMeel)

Best Anthology

A Bunch of Jews (and Other Stuff): A Minyen Yidn, by Max B. Perlson, Trina Robbins et al. (Bedside Press)

A Castle in England, by Jamie Rhodes et al. (Nobrow)

Elements: Fire, A Comic Anthology by Creators of Color, edited by Taneka Stotts (Beyond Press)

Now #1, edited by Eric Reynolds (Fantagraphics)

The Spirit Anthology, edited by Sean Phillips (Lakes International Comic Art Festival)

Best Reality-Based Work

Audubon: On the Wings of the World, by Fabien Grolleau and Jerémie Royer, translated by Etienne Gilfillan (Nobrow)

The Best We Could Do, by Thi Bui (Abrams ComicArts)

Calamity Jane: The Calamitous Life of Martha Jane Cannary, 1852–1903, by Christian Perrissin and Matthieu Blanchin, translated by Diana Schutz and Brandon Kander (IDW)

Lennon: The New York Years, by David Foenkinos, Corbeyran, and Horne, translated by Ivanka Hahnenberger (IDW)

Spinning, by Tillie Walden (First Second)

Best Graphic Album—New

Crawl Space, by Jesse Jacobs (Koyama Press)

Eartha, by Cathy Malkasian (Fantagraphics)

My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, by Emil Ferris (Fantagraphics)

Stages of Rot, by Linnea Sterte (Peow)

The Story of Jezebel, by Elijah Brubaker (Uncivilized Books)

Best Graphic Album—Reprint

Boundless, by Jillian Tamaki (Drawn & Quarterly)

Fantagraphics Studio Edition: Black Hole by Charles Burns, edited by Eric Reynolds (Fantagraphics)

Small Favors: The Definitive Girly Porno Collection, by Colleen Coover (Oni/Limerence)

Sticks Angelica, Folk Hero, by Michael DeForge (Drawn & Quarterly)

Unreal City, by D. J. Bryant (Fantagraphics)

Best Adaptation from Another Medium

Beowulf, adapted by Santiago García and David Rubín (Image)

H. P. Lovecraft’s The Hound and Other Stories, adapted by Gou Tanabe, translated by Zack Davisson (Dark Horse)

Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, adapted by Christophe Chabouté, translated by Laure Dupont (Dark Horse)

Kindred, by Octavia Butler, adapted by Damian Duffy and John Jennings (Abrams ComicArts)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material

Audubon: On the Wings of the World, by Fabien Grolleau and Jerémie Royer, translated by Etienne Gilfillan (Nobrow)

Flight of the Raven, by Jean-Pierre Gibrat, translated by Diana Schutz and Brandon Kander (EuroComics/IDW)

FUN, by Paolo Bacilieri, translated by Jamie Richards (SelfMadeHero)

Ghost of Gaudi, by El Torres and Jesús Alonso Iglesias, translated by Esther Villardón Grande (Lion Forge/Magnetic)

The Ladies-in-Waiting, by Santiago García and Javier Olivares, translated by Erica Mena (Fantagraphics)

Run for It: Stories of Slaves Who Fought for the Freedom, by Marcelo D’Salete, translated by Andrea Rosenberg (Fantagraphics)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material—Asia

Furari, by Jiro Taniguchi, translated by Kumar Sivasubramanian (Fanfare/Ponent Mon)

Golden Kamuy, by Satoru Noda, translated by Eiji Yasuda (VIZ Media)

My Brother’s Husband, vol. 1, by Gengoroh Tagame, translated by Anne Ishii (Pantheon)

Otherworld Barbara, vol. 2, by Moto Hagio, translated by Matt Thorn (Fantagraphics)

Shiver: Junji Ito Selected Stories, by Junji Itotranslated by Jocelyne Allen (VIZ Media)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Strips

Celebrating Snoopy, by Charles M. Shulz, edited by Alexis E. Fajardo and Dorothy O’Brien (Andrews McMeel)

Crazy Quilt: Scraps and Panels on the Way to Gasoline Alley, by Frank King, edited by Peter Maresca (Sunday Press)

Foolish Questions and Other Odd Observations, by Rube Goldberg, edited by Peter Maresca and Paul C. Tumey (Sunday Press Books)

Sky Masters of the Space Force: The Complete Dailies, by Jack Kirby, Wally Wood et al., edited by Daniel Herman (Hermes Press)

Star Wars: The Classic Newspaper Strips, vol. 1, by Russ Manning et al., edited by Dean Mullaney (LOAC/IDW)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Comic Books

Akira 35th Anniversary Edition, by Katsuhiro Otomo, edited by Haruko Hashimoto, Ajani Oloye, and Lauren Scanlan (Kodansha)

Behaving MADly, edited by Craig Yoe (Yoe Books/IDW)

The Collected Neil the Horse, by Arn Saba/Katherine Collins, edited by Andy Brown (Conundrum)

Fantagraphics Studio Edition: Jaime Hernandez, edited by Gary Groth (Fantagraphics)

Will Eisner: The Centennial Celebration, 1917-2017, by Paul Gravett, Denis Kitchen, and John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Writer

Tom King, Batman, Batman Annual #2, Batman/Elmer Fudd Special #1, Mister Miracle (DC)

Matt Kindt, Grass Kings (BOOM! Studios); Ether (Dark Horse); Eternity, X-O Manowar (Valiant)

Jeff Lemire, Black Hammer (Dark Horse); Descender (Image)

Marjorie Liu, Monstress (Image)

Mark Russell, The Flintstones (DC)

Best Writer/Artist

Lorena Alvarez, Night Lights (Nobrow)

Chabouté, Moby Dick (Dark Horse); Alone, The Park Bench (Gallery 13/Simon & Schuster)

Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters (Fantagraphics)

Cathy Malkasian, Eartha (Fantagraphics)

Jiro Taniguchi, Furari, Louis Vuitton Travel Guide: Venice (Fanfare/Ponent Mon)

Best Penciller/Inker or Penciller/Inker Team

Isabelle Arsenault, Louis Undercover (Groundwood Books/House of Anansi)

Mitch Gerads, Mister Miracle (DC)

Gary Gianni, Hellboy: Into the Silent Sea (Dark Horse)

Ramón K. Perez, Jane (Archaia)

David Rubín, Black Hammer #9 & #12, Ether, Sherlock Frankenstein #1–3 (Dark Horse); Beowulf (Image)

Best Painter/Multimedia Artist (interior art)

Federico Bertolucci, Love: The Dinosaur, Little Tails (Lion Forge/Magnetic)

EFA, Monet: Itinerant of Light (NBM)

Jean-Pierre Gibrat, Flight of the Raven (EuroComics/IDW)

Cyril Pedrosa, Portugal (NBM)

Sana Takeda, Monstress (Image)

Best Cover Artist

Jorge Corona, No. 1 with a Bullet (Image)

Nick Derington, Mister Miracle (DC); Doom Patrol (DC Young Animal)

Brian Stelfreeze, Black Panther (Marvel)

Sana Takeda, Monstress (Image)

Julian Totino Tedesco, Hawkeye (Marvel)

Best Coloring

Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters (Fantagraphics)

Mitch Gerads, Mister Miracle (DC)

Ed Piskor, X-Men: Grand Design (Marvel)

David Rubín, Ether, Black Hammer, Sherlock Frankenstein (Dark Horse); Beowulf (Image)

Dave Stewart, Black Hammer, BPRD: Devil You Know, Hellboy: Into the Silent Sea, Sherlock Frankenstein, Shaolin Cowboy (Dark Horse); Maestros (Image)

Rosemary Valero-O’Connell, What Is Left (ShortBox)

Best Lettering

Isabelle Arsenault, Louis Undercover (Groundwood Books/House of Anansi)

Clayton Cowles, Bitch Planet: Triple Feature, Redlands, The Wicked + The Divine (Image); Black Bolt, Spider-Gwen, Astonishing X-Men, Star Wars (Marvel)

Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters (Fantagraphics)

Stan Sakai, Usagi Yojimbo, Groo: Slay of the Gods (Dark Horse)

John Workman, Mother Panic (DC Young Animal); Ragnorak (IDW)

Best Comics-Related Periodical/Journalism

Alter Ego, edited by Roy Thomas (TwoMorrows)

The Comics Journal, edited by Dan Nadel, Timothy Hodler, and Tucker Stone, tcj.com (Fantagraphics)

Hogan’s Alley, edited by Tom Heintjes

Jack Kirby Collector, edited by John Morrow (TwoMorrows)

PanelXPanel magazine, edited by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, panelxpanel.com

Best Comics-Related Book

Deconstructing the Incal by Alejandro Jodorowsky and Moebius, by Jean Annestay and Christophe Quillien (Humanoids)

How Comics Work, by Dave Gibbons and Tim Pilcher (Wellfleet Press/Quarto Group)

How to Read Nancy: The Elements of Comics in Three Easy Panels, by Paul Karasik and Mark Newgarden (Fantagraphics)

Line of Beauty: The Art of Wendy Pini, by Richard Pini (Flesk)

Monograph, by Chris Ware (Rizzoli)

To Laugh That We May Not Weep: The Life and Times of Art Young, by Glenn Bray and Frank M. Young (Fantagraphics)

Best Academic/Scholarly Work

The Comics of Charles Schulz: The Good Grief of Modern Life, edited by Jared Gardner and Ian Gordon (University Press of Mississippi)

Ethics in the Gutter: Empathy and Historical Fiction in Comics, by Kate Polak (Ohio State University Press)

Latinx Superheroes in Mainstream Comics, by Frederick Luis Aldama (University of Arizona Press)

Neon Visions: The Comics of Howard Chaykin, by Brannon Costello (LSU Press)

Picturing Childhood: Youth in Transnational Comics, edited by Mark Heimermann and Brittany Tullis (University of Texas Press)

Best Publication Design

Akira 35th Anniversary Edition, designed by Phil Balsman, Akira Saito (Veia), NORMA Editorial, and MASH•ROOM (Kodansha)

Celebrating Snoopy, designed by Spencer Williams and Julie Phillips (Andrews McMeel)

Monograph, designed by Chris Ware (Rizzoli)

My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, designed by Jacob Covey (Fantagraphics)

Will Eisner: The Centennial Celebration, 1917-2017, designed by John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Digital Comic

Bandette, by Paul Tobin and Colleen Coover (Monkeybrain/comiXology)

Barrier, by Brian K. Vaughan and Marcos Martin (Panel Syndicate)

The Carpet Merchant of Konstaniniyya, by Reimena Yee (reimenayee.com/the-carpet-merchant)

Contact High, by James F. Wright and Josh Eckert (gumroad.com/l/YnxSm)

Harvey Kurtzman’s Marley’s Ghost, by Harvey Kurtzman, Josh O’Neill, Shannon Wheeler, and Gideo Kendall (comiXology Originals/Kitchen, Lind & Associates)

Quince, by Sebastian Kadlecik, Kit Steinkellner, and Emma Steinkellner, translated by Valeria Tranier (Fanbase Press/comiXology)

Best Webcomic

Awaiting a Wave, by Dale Carpenter and Nate Powell, features.weather.com/us-climate-change/arkansas (The Weather Channel Digital)

Brothers Bond, by Kevin Grevioux and Ryan Benjamin, www.webtoons.com/en/action/brothers-bond/list?title_no=1191 (LINE Webtoon)

Dispatch from a Sanctuary City, by Mike Dawson, https://thenib.com/dispatch-from-a-sanctuary-city (The Nib)

The Tea Dragon Society, by Katie O’Neill, teadragonsociety.com

Welcome to the New World, by Jake Halpern and Michael Sloan, www.michaelsloan.net/welcome-to-the-new-world/ (New York Times Sunday Review)

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133 Writing Quotes to Motivate, Inspire, & Kick Your Butt in 2020

Who doesn’t love writing quotes?

A good quote can uplift you. It can encourage you when you feel like giving up. It can inspire you when you need a tiny lil’ spark to start writing.

In this simple, easy-to-read resource, I’ve compiled a list of inspiring, motivational quotes about writing and life that have been shared with the world by famous authors, public figures, and great literary minds, both past and present:

27 Inspirational Writing Quotes

36 Quotes About Writing

24 Writing Quotes of Encouragement

46 Motivational Quotes for Writers

Let’s jump in.

27 Inspirational Writing Quotes

1. You fail only if…

“You fail only if you stop writing.” (Click to Tweet) — Ray Bradbury

2. Type a little faster…

“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.” (Click to Tweet) — Isaac Asimov

3. Do it for joy…

“I’ve written because it fulfilled me. Maybe it paid off the mortgage on the house and got the kids through college, but those things were on the side — I did it for the buzz. I did it for the pure joy of the thing. And if you can do it for joy, you can do it forever.” (Click to Tweet) — Stephen King

4. You must write it…

“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” (Click to Tweet) — Toni Morrison

5. Taste life…

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” (Click to Tweet) — Anaïs Nin

6. Don’t water it down…

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; (and) don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” (Click to Tweet) — Franz Kafka

7. Write every day of your life…

“Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.” (Click to Tweet) — Ray Bradbury

8. Cut it to the bone…

“When your story is ready for rewrite, cut it to the bone. Get rid of every ounce of excess fat. This is going to hurt; revising a story down to the bare essentials is always a little like murdering children, but it must be done.” (Click to Tweet) — Stephen King

9. Everything in life is writable…

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” (Click to Tweet) — Sylvia Plath

10. How vain is it…

“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” (Click to Tweet) — Henry David Thoreau

11. What is written without effort…

“What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.” (Click to Tweet) — Samuel Johnson

12. Change more lives…

“90 percent perfect and shared with the world always changes more lives than 100 percent perfect and stuck in your head.” (Click to Tweet) — Jon Acuff

13. Don’t quit…

“You can’t fail if you don’t quit. You can’t succeed if you don’t start.” (Click to Tweet) — Michael Hyatt

14. That’s how you create art…

“Write something that’s worth fighting over. Because that’s how you change things. That’s how you create art.” (Click to Tweet) — Jeff Goins

15. Determination never does…

“Inspiration may sometimes fail to show up for work in the morning, but determination never does.” (Click to Tweet) — K.M. Weiland

16. Exercise the writing muscle…

“Exercise the writing muscle every day, even if it is only a letter, notes, a title list, a character sketch, a journal entry. Writers are like dancers, like athletes. Without that exercise, the muscles seize up.” — Jane Yolen

17. Write what disturbs you…

“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.” — Natalie Goldberg

18. Write what…

“Write what should not be forgotten.” — Isabel Allende

19. Lens to focus…

“Words are a lens to focus one’s mind.” — Ayn Rand

20. Breathings of your heart…

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” — William Wadsworth

21. Blank page…

“You may not always write well, but you can edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page.” — Jodi Picoult

22. No talent for writing…

“It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.” — Robert Benchley

23. The most beautiful things…

“The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.” — Andre Gide

24. You create them…

“Opportunities don’t happen. You create them.” — Chris Grosser

25. Write something worth reading…

“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” (Click to Tweet) — Benjamin Franklin

26. Better than perfect…

“Done is better than perfect.” — Sheryl Sandberg

27. No such thing as writer’s block…

“There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write.” (Click to Tweet) — Terry Pratchett

36 Quotes About Writing

1. No greater agony…

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” (Click to Tweet) — Maya Angelou

2. Every secret of a writer’s soul…

“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.” (Click to Tweet) — Virginia Woolf

3. Show me the glint of light…

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” (Click to Tweet) — Anton Chekhov

4. Surprise…

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” — Robert Frost

5. The first draft…

“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.” — Terry Pratchett

6. One of the exquisite pleasures of writing…

“I would write a book, or a short story, at least three times — once to understand it, the second time to improve the prose, and a third to compel it to say what it still must say. Somewhere I put it this way: first drafts are for learning what one’s fiction wants him to say. Revision works with that knowledge to enlarge and enhance an idea, to reform it. Revision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing.” — Bernard Malamud

7. The difference between…

“The difference between the almost right word and the right word is the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.” (Click to Tweet) — Mark Twain

8. The whooshing sound…

“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” (Click to Tweet) — Douglas Adams

9. Write as clearly as I can…

“The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.” — E.B. White

10. Words can be like x-rays…

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.” — Aldous Huxley

11. A lesson in creative writing…

“Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. (…) All they do is show you’ve been to college.” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

12. Find the right words…

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” — Jack Kerouac

13. When I sit down to write…

“When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art.’ I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing.” — George Orwell

14. Only a great man can write it…

“Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it.” — Oscar Wilde

15. Leave out the parts…

“I try to leave out the parts that people skip.” — Elmore Leonard

16. My courage is reborn…

“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.” — Anne Frank

17. A person is a fool to become a writer…

“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.” (Click to Tweet) — Roald Dahl

18. No one knows…

“There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.” — Somerset Maugham

19. To discover…

“I write to discover what I know.” — Flannery O’Connor

20. Wants to be written…

“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.” — Madeleine L’Engle

21. Writing is easy…

“Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” (Click to Tweet) — Gene Fowler

22. Never have to change…

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” — Saul Bellow

23. No shortcuts…

“Write. Rewrite. When not writing or rewriting, read. I know of no shortcuts.” — Larry L. King

24. Irritated by my own writing…

“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.” — Gustave Flaubert

25. Mighty book, mighty theme…

“To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.” — Herman Melville

26. Good writing…

“Good writing is rewriting.” — Truman Capote

27. Writing advice…

“Don’t take anyone’s writing advice too seriously.” — Lev Grossman

28. The Muse…

“Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.” — William S. Burroughs

29. Using two words…

“The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.” — Thomas Jefferson

30. Greatest part of a writer…

“The greatest part of a writer’s time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book.” — Samuel Johnson

31. Great writer…

“Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he’ll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer.” — Ray Bradbury

32. Do not hoard…

“Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.” — Annie Dillard

33. You can make anything…

“You can make anything by writing.” — C.S. Lewis

34. Have something to say…

“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

35. Failed writers…

“Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.” — T.S. Eliot

36. Wake up…

“I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast — talk them or write them down.” — Ernest Hemingway

24 Writing Quotes of Encouragement

1. Waited for perfection…

“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word.” (Click to Tweet) — Margaret Atwood

2. The good writers…

“Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.” (Click to Tweet) — Orson Scott Card

3. Start writing…

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” (Click to Tweet) — Louis L’Amour

4. A writer needs three things…

“A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.” — William Faulkner

5. Didn’t quit…

“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.” — Richard Bach

6. One true sentence…

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” — Ernest Hemingway

7. Part of the learning process…

“You have to resign yourself to wasting lots of trees before you write anything really good. That’s just how it is. It’s like learning an instrument. You’ve got to be prepared for hitting wrong notes occasionally, or quite a lot. That’s just part of the learning process.” (Click to Tweet) — J.K. Rowling

8. Road to achievement…

“Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.” — C. S. Lewis

9. Writing is more difficult…

“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.” — Thomas Mann

10. Tell it as best you can…

“(…) write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I’m not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.” (Click to Tweet) — Neil Gaiman

11. What you have to say…

“Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.” — Barbara Kingsolver

12. Pouring yourself into your work…

“When you are pouring yourself into your work and bringing your unique perspective and skills to the table, then you are adding value that only you are capable of contributing.” (Click to Tweet) — Todd Henry

13. Like driving a car at night…

“Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” — E. L. Doctorow

14. Be brave…

“We were born to be brave.” (Click to Tweet) — Bob Goff

15. Start somewhere…

“Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” (Click to Tweet) — Anne Lamott

16. Rejection slips…

“I could write an entertaining novel about rejection slips, but I fear it would be overly long.” — Louise Brown

17. Ideas are like rabbits…

“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” — John Steinbeck

18. Ideas are like rabbits…

“I went for years not finishing anything. Because, of course, when you finish something you can be judged.” — Erica Jong

19. Meant to read it…

“If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.” — Wally Lamb

20. They know it…

“People say, ‘What advice do you have for people who want to be writers?’ I say, they don’t really need advice, they know they want to be writers, and they’re gonna do it. Those people who know that they really want to do this and are cut out for it, they know it.” — R.L. Stine

21. Writing prompts…

“Most writers draw a blank when they first start with writing prompts. Keep pushing through, because something thrilling will start to happen.” — Mel Wicks

22. None of their business…

“It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way.” — Ernest Hemingway

23. Keep it simple…

“I do not over-intellectualise the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the d*mned story.” — Tom Clancy

24. Surviving the rollercoaster…

“Being a writer is not just about typing. It’s also about surviving the rollercoaster of the creative journey.” (Click to Tweet) — Joanna Penn

46 Uplifting, Motivational Quotes for Writers (or Anyone Really)

1. Success is no accident…

“Success is no accident. It is hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, love of what you are doing or learning to do.” — Pele

2. Count the days…

“Don’t count the days, make the days count.” — Muhammad Ali

3. If my determination…

“Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.” — Og Mandino

4. Hard work…

“Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.” — Tim Notke

5. Live and learn…

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” — Mahatma Gandhi

6. Living our fears…

“Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.” — Les Brown

7. Perseverance…

“I do not think that there is any other quality so essential to success of any kind as the quality of perseverance. It overcomes almost everything, even nature.” — John D. Rockefeller

8. Meant to be reached…

“A goal is not always meant to be reached; it often serves simply as something to aim at.” — Bruce Lee

9. Not a product of my circumstances…

“I’m not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions.” — Stephen Covey

10. Fear of failure…

“There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve, the fear of failure.” — Paulo Coelho

11. The whole secret…

“The whole secret of a successful life is to find out what is one’s destiny to do, and then do it.” — Henry Ford

12. Have to settle…

“If you are not willing to risk the usual you will have to settle for the ordinary.” — Jim Rohn

13. Perfection…

“Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.” — Vince Lombardi

14. Stepping stone…

“Failure is another stepping stone to greatness.” — Oprah Winfrey

15. Self-confidence…

“The best way to gain self-confidence is to do what you are afraid to do.” — Swati Sharma

16. Great work…

“The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle.” — Steve Jobs

17. Successful people…

“Unsuccessful people make their decisions based on their current situations. Successful people make their decisions based on where they want to be.” — Benjamin Hardy

18. Success…

“Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.” — Winston Churchill

19. Born to win…

“You were born to win, but to be a winner, you must plan to win, prepare to win, and expect to win.” — Zig Ziglar

20. Tried anything new…

“A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.” — Albert Einstein

21. Learn from the mistakes…

“Learn from the mistakes of others. You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

22. With all you have…

“Do what you can with all you have, wherever you are.” — Theodore Roosevelt

23. All our dreams…

“All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.” — Walt Disney

24. Our greatest story…

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” — Confucius

25. Enough time…

“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.” — H. Jackson Brown Jr.

26. Hustle…

“What you lack in talent can be made up with desire, hustle and giving 110% all the time.” — Don Zimmer

27. The best you can…

“Do the best you can. No one can do more than that.” — John Wooden

28. What we fear…

“What we fear of doing most is usually what we most need to do.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

29. See opportunities…

“If you believe it’ll work out, you’ll see opportunities. If you don’t believe it’ll work out, you’ll see obstacles.” — Wayne Dyer

30. Strive to be worthy…

“Don’t worry when you are not recognized, but strive to be worthy of recognition.” — Abraham Lincoln

31. Excellence…

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” — Aristotle

32. Key to success…

“One important key to success is self-confidence. An important key to self-confidence is preparation.” — Arthur Ashe

33. Can’t lose…

“Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can’t lose.” — Bill Gates

34. Comfort zone…

“Move out of your comfort zone. You can only grow if you are willing to feel awkward and uncomfortable when you try something new.” — Brian Tracy

35. Positive thought…

“Just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day.” — Dalai Lama

36. Develop success…

“Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.” — Dale Carnegie

37. Expect great things…

“You must expect great things of yourself before you can do them.” — Michael Jordan

38. Do small things…

“If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.” — Napoleon Hill

39. The other side of fear…

“Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear.” — George Addair

40. Path to success…

“The path to success is to take massive, determined action.” — Tony Robbins

41. Tough times…

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.” — Robert Schuller

42. Left undone…

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.” — Pablo Picasso

43. Keep going…

“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.” — Sam Levenson

44. One more time…

“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.” — Thomas Edison

45. All you’ve got…

“Give your dreams all you’ve got and you’ll be amazed at the energy that comes out of you.” — William James

46. Never gives up…

“It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.” — Babe Ruth

What are Your Favorite Writing Quotes?

These are some of the best motivational quotes on writing the world has to offer, and yet we’ve merely scratched the surface — there are thousands upon thousands of great, inspirational quotes about writing.

So, I want to hear from you:

Which writing quote is your favorite?

Let me know in the comments below.

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SPAM Digest #3 (Nov 2018)

A quick list of the editors’ current favourite critical essays, post-internet think pieces, and literature reviews that have influenced the way we think about contemporary poetics, technology and storytelling.

Deborah Smith of Tilted Axis Press on translation, at the International Literature Showcase 2017.

Literature from outside of Europe tends to get read more anthropologically than as art, and so we're publishing you things that are surreal or experimental , or that are at least innovative in some way.

Deborah Smith talks here both of translation and the ethos behind the non-profit press she founded, Tilted Axis. One of the points that resonated most with me was her recognition that literature outside of Europe, more often than not, is read anthropologically rather than as art. Is it a fair assumption to say that we, as western readers, would see a work of Thai or Indonesian literature as a doorway to furthering our understanding of that culture, but would be slower to consider the work critically and artistically, even when the style, form and ideas are innovative and experimental? Speaking on behalf of myself, I would say I've been prone to this.

Of course, translated literature, the 'lifeblood of English', as Smith puts it, does offer us an opening into cultures, traditions and ideas different from our own. Yet I found it truly refreshing when purchasing Prabda Yoon's Moving Parts from Tilted Axis to not find myself pondering what this book will teach me about Bangkok Culture. When reviews from authors such as Eley Williams read 'Sleek, supple and soaring – in this extraordinary translation, Prabda Yoon’s stories command your attention', any anthropological curiosities are overtaken by artistic interest.

As Smith points out in this talk, translators act as the literary 'gatekeepers', deciding which works make it across our borders. Traditionally, more unknown and underrepresented writers from countries in Asia haven't had such a platform to share their works in English, with larger publishing companies picking the writers they deem to be worthy of translating. Founded only three years ago, in 2015, Smith's press is the first to publish contemporary fiction in Uzbek and Thai in the United Kingdom. Just with that achievement alone, I think it would be fair to say that Tilted Axis is unique in the platform it is offering to the British public.

M.P.

‘Emoji Dick and the Eponymous Whale, An Essay in Four Parts’ by Lisa Gitelman on Post45

[This strong recommendation comes with a flashing *very long read* alert]

This is without a doubt the most thorough and exhaustive commentary on the seminal post-iphone experiment that is Emoji Dick - an pictorial novel written by Herman Melville, edited and compiled by Fred Benenson, and translated into emoji by the hundreds of labourers that quietly operate behind Amazon Mechanical Turk . Gitelman’s essay approaches the Melville x Benson enterprise as 'a ludic contact zone between human intelligence and algorithmic processing', and as a beautifully layered example of what falls 'between literature and whatever the fate of the literary may be in an ever more digitally mediated and data-described world'.

What stands out about this essay is that Gitelman chooses to focus on the easily overlooked conditions of textual production involved in such a complex experiment - one that could, perhaps superficially, be considered simply for its conceptual significance. Gitelman draws parallels between the material manufacture of Moby Dick, the 19th-century physical novel, and the genesis of Emoji Dick the kick-started, self-published, on-demand book (do we still get to call it a novel?), as well as the politics behind the different types of labour involved in such different processes (from physical typesetting and letterpress printing, to crowdsourcing, algorithmic mediation and coding).

Questions of pictorial and collaborative translation are also raised, with reference to the west’s early approaches to Chinese and Japanese pictograms, the struggles that go along with the digitisation of the physically printed, the potential shortcomings of pictorial cataloging through linguistic methodologies, and illegibility as an artistic or conceptual statement in today’s literary landscape.

‘My students have observed that half the fun of Emoji Dick is saying it. They like the word dick, yes, but there is pleasure in the whole title. The word emoji, like the word perestroika is an untranslatable. It functions as a "checkpoint," marking a historically specific zone of contact and frisson between languages, the paradoxical crux of incommensurability and pleasurable accommodation. And just as perestroika is a Romanized untranslatable that we can date to the Gorbachev era of the 1980s, emojiis a transliterated untranslatable evolved in and of our networked present. Like other untranslatables, it can be reckoned "as a linguistic form of creative failure with homeopathic uses."’

D.B.

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‘Of Donuts I Have Loved’, by Miranda Dennis, Granta

I’ve been thinking about the value of the empty calorie lately. What it means to say, ‘treat yourself’ and how capitalism confects a version of spiritual nourishment that often comes in greasy wrappers. The damage and beauty in that, a little transient snack for the stressed commuter. To bestow upon your workmates a box full of donuts. Lore of rings and holes, orbital dough and icing halos. The donut’s performative, Sunday innocence. In a series of shorts that detail encounters with donuts, Miranda Dennis sketches a lovely reflection on hunger and care and the need to feel ‘whole’. The way our favourite snack brands offer a pharmakon source of regret and relief, how we find ourselves glitched on sugar’s addictive logic. She depicts a soft phenomenology of the donut. To see yourself sweet, to indulge those rituals that make us feel safe. This is the culinary memoir I want to read: not an oyster in sight, no grumpy men in whites with knives; instead the playful economy of snacks and comfort and female bodies. The acknowledgement of food as more than an expression of style or embodied nutrition. Food as narrative fact, as catalyst for complex affects: the precise oscillations between sadness and joy, the transitional digest of mood within us.

M.S.

What is the internet? by Ian Sample, The Guardian

Most people, myself included, would think to know the answer to a question as obvious as this. Having been present at the Dark Mycology reading group, run by the Glasgow based Art & Ecology collective, I noted that one guest speaker pointed out how many people never envisage the internet in its physical form, and speak of it as if it really were wholly immaterial.

If someone were to ask me 'what is the internet?', I'd tend to explain it as a network of connections, focusing mostly on its functions/what it makes possible. My answer would probably focus on the immaterial, the web of shared information existing in a hyperspace, seemingly without any grounding in the physical world. Flashes of hyperlinks and search engines would surface before any images of deep sea ethernet cables came to mind. The question of what the internet actually is in its physical form didn't come as wholly new knowledge to me. Nor would I imagine it does for many others. Yet although I was at least partially aware of these elements, there's something quite novel about picturing the internet for what it is in its material form: hundreds of thousands of miles of underwater cables spanning all corners of the globe, connecting hundreds of nations.

To try to visualise the seemingly endless bank of information that flows through cables the width of hosepipes is quite magical when you consider the specifications of such a network: information passing at the speed of light through fibre optic threads the width of a single hair. There's something so painfully delicate about that image when you begin to think how more and more to the elements that allow our lives to function rely on the intactness of those small, underwater tubes. With an ever-growing number of lives now inseparable from online space, matched with a growing dependence on connectivity, it is too interesting to see how even in its physical form, all users are connected. The damage to two marine cables near the Egyptian port of Alexandria, which left many users in India and Pakistan without internet, illustrates how delicate such seemingly secure connections can be.

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A-Z List of Books to Avoid

Listed below are a collection of my least favorite novels meant to be a humorous collection of books to stay away from. Enjoy!

A- All Over Creation. In addition to a host of bland characters, this novel introduced problem after problem, conflict after conflict, only to have them all solved and wrapped up with a neat little bow at the end. It was as though someone waved a magic wand and whisked everyone's troubles away, making it rather unrealistic.

B- Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. More paranormal romance, more vegetarian vampires, more stupidity... no thanks.

C- Chosen by P.C. and Kristin Cast. To be honest, I didn't mind the beginning of the series; but, then it began to repeat itself and become a clusterfuck of tangled lovers with stupid personalities and traits. Honestly, if I hear Stevie Rae described as the country bumpkin with the "Oakie-Twang" one more time I may be forced to bite someone.

D- Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron. I want to start this review off by saying that I am a cat person and one day, if I get lonely enough, I may wind up being the crazy cat lady of my block. But, I really don't know how I got through this book. It was all about a cat and the pictures were cute but it was so dry and boring I wanted to die. And in a way, I felt as though I was reacting to the book as would a cat. The pictures made me want to pay attention to it, because who doesn't love pictures? And then the words made me feel as though I'd had enough, at which point I'd put the book down and walk away.

E- Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer. Yes, these books are so bad they warrant being on my list three times. (You will notice them again under the letter T). Like seriously woman, I question what goes on in your head.

F- Fifty Shades of Grey (and subsequent nonsense). These novels are simply trash; I don't know what else to say. The prose is weak, the subject is weird and the relationship between the two main characters is disturbing.

G- Go Ask Alice, written anonymously. This book is just plain depressing for starters. As far as its prose is concerned, it's not the strongest either. I know it's supposed to be the diary of a teenager and what not, but I felt as though it left a lot to be desired.

H- Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. I discussed this novel with a friend of mine a few months ago. We were both pretty confused by it. We're certain that one of the characters died and then came back to life. We're certain he's secretly a zombie or something, but this novel isn't a zombie novel. (Did they even have zombies back when it was written)? I don't know, but either way, we were both just as confused as you are.

I- The Iliad by Homer. I'm not a big fan of books, which are set up in the "traditional epic fashion," so that certainly didn't help this number. I also really didn't like the storyline--it's all about getting home; but, going all over the damn place before getting there. I mean really, doesn't anyone have a map? The chapters involving Penelope were also rather slow and predictable, which was no fun. Also, how dumb are these suitors? Can't they tell that she's taking her work apart? I mean really.

J- Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George. I vaguely remember reading this book in elementary school and wondering what the point was. I felt like nothing happened and didn't like the prose.

K- Instead of stating a title, can I just comment on how many books have a title that begins with "kiss" and how ridiculous it is? Because it's fucking ridiculous and confusing.

L- Lord of the Flies by William Golding. NOT MY PIGGY YOU BITCH!

M- Moby Dick by Herman Melville. I know it's supposed to be a classic and everything, but I really didn't feel as though I needed to read a treatise on whaling smattered with some of Captain Ahab's crazy.

N- Number the Stars by Lois Lowry. I read this book in elementary school and remember disliking it. Part of that dislike stemmed from the depressing subject matter and the rest from the fact that there seemed to be a certain disconnect between the author and the subject matter being discussed in the novel.

O- Othello by William Shakespeare. A few words: dost I care?

P- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Three words: dry as fuck.

Q- Questioning; always questioning why these books were ever written.

R- Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. I read this book in high school as part of a fairy tale literature class and could not have been more appalled. This novel is based loosely upon the "Bluebeard" tales, which describes a man who marries several different women only to kill them. Disney certainly didn't prepare me for this!

S- The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. I have a secret! This book sucks. It's just a repetitive bunch of crap about the "law of attraction," filled with pointless stories and wannabe science. I would definitely give this one a miss.

T- Twilight (and series) by Stephanie Meyer. Two things. First, the relationship between Edward and Bella is unhealthy and setting a bad example for young readers. First, Bella's dependence on Edward and need for his presence is frightening. It makes it seem as though women need men in order to function and quite frankly, they don't. Second, and this is not something I usually have much of an issue with, the age difference is staggering. It's like my great great grandfather, (if he were still living), trying to date my best friend. What the heck? And just for the record, I firmly believe vampires are supposed to burst into flame and turn to a big pile of smelly ashes in the sunlight, none of this sparkling shit! Finally, vegetarians? VEGETARIANS? You suck animal blood people, you're not vegetarians thank you very much.

U- The Ugly Duckling. So, the duck didn't notice it had an extra baby? As in, it forgot how many eggs it laid and that duck babies don't look like swan babies? Doesn't it live with other birds around the pond or is everyone relegated to their own section of the land too?

V- Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. Haven't we had enough of bloodsucking assholes already?

W- Why? Oh why did I ever bother sitting through the vast majority of these?

X- marks the spot? I can't say that I can think of anything for this letter.

Y- Yes Please by Amy Poehler. I was really excited to read this novel and then completely disappointed by it. I always found Poehler funny, especially when she teamed up with Tina Fey; but, this memoir was simply a dry collection of memories, recounted like a laundry list. Her tone also betrays a hint of arrogance, which I found rather unappealing. Overall, not my cup of tea.

Z- zzzzzzzz. Wha-What? These books put me to sleep. *wipes drool from the side of my lip and waves hand* you saw nothing and these are definitely not the books you're looking for!

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