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tinirainboom · 5 months

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Surprised To Be Dead

18/11/23

Good morning, afternoon or night. This morning I had a dream related to my YYH dr! and it is on the topic of Yusuke's death… when I saw it for the first time in my house that episode did not make me feel sad, and in all the times I saw it I never felt as sad as it has happened to me within this dream, she was really devastated crying her eyes out over Yusuke's death.

I will give context....

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DREAM: "Suprised to be Dead! and my sorrow and sadness for Yusuke my best friend from childhood"

The dream begins when I left school, Sarayashiki Jr. High running desperately and as I ran I saw Yusuke in the distance with the boy with the soccer ball. At that moment, Yusuke's back was turned and he couldn't see me as he saw the little boy who had dropped the ball heading towards the street. I was afraid of what was going to happen and tried to speed up, but Yusuke just reacted to help the boy. I shouted "Yusuke!" He heard me and tried to get away so that nothing would happen to me. I wanted to save them both but the speeding car pushed Yusuke and me, we both went flying.

ok up to that point it happened the same as the anime/manga, with the only difference that I was in the scene and I saw everything in first person since sometimes in my dreams it changes to third and returns to first.

The ambulance arrived quickly, I didn't have any scratches, bruises, fractures or anything, it was as if nothing had happened to me. The nurses went to check on the little boy and he was fine, but when I approached Yusuke I started crying in my sleep, the nurses grabbed me and started to take me away from him while others left him for dead, I tried with all my might to make them leave me. at peace and be with Yusuke but… they dragged me away from his body. I remember him shouting "Yusuke, don't leave me! Let me go, I want to be with my best friend! Let me go!" Then the dream changes quickly after the funeral, I was at the Yukimura house crying and I was listening to "The Melody of God" by Tan Bionica with my headphones until I locked myself in my room so that no one would bother me and no one would come in either.

I stopped the music and continued crying as I closed my eyes to fall asleep. When I fell asleep, I could see that Yusuke intervened in my dream (just like he had done with Keiko, but he did it with me!) I could see him in my dream and I ran to hug him, Yusuke hugged me back and started to comfort me because I burst into tears and it was a mess of tears. I could feel his hug and his comfort, I could hear him in the Latin dubbing telling me ""Reiko it's okay shh, I'm here, okay? Don't cry, it really makes me very sad to see you so sad for me. I intervened in your dream because I'm going to come back to life and I wanted you not to let them cremate my body because otherwise I won't be able to resurrect. Be strong Reiko, you already are but hold on a little longer, okay? Soon you and I will be together doing stupid things and joking again.""

"Goodbye Reiko, I know you can feel my presence and you will know that I will be with you through thick and thin."

Then he wipes my tears and hugs me a little more, to kiss me on the forehead as a farewell for the moment. Then, about the next morning, I saw that I had dark circles under my eyes and marks that I cried a lot. My parents (Keiko's parents) saw me and I told them determinedly, "I will become stronger to protect others! I am leaving for the moment and I will be well", then the dream ends with me closing the door of my house to go look for Yusuke's mother (Atsuko) and then to want to train with Genkai.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 🥺🥹😢😭 oh god this dream was very sad for me! It's the first time I have this kind of dream about YYH and it's sad, mainly about Yusuke. I mean, I knew he was going to die because I saw the anime and the manga, and when I saw those scenes I didn't get so bad that I was so sad, I was really in a flood of tears. Even when I woke up I was still sad but I felt a little better because I could feel Yusuke's affection and the way he comforted me was so sweet, it touched me a lot! I had put in my template that he is my best childhood friend like Keiko within my rd and he really fulfilled that attitude perfectly.

Then I turn on my computer and see the time which is 08:08, another mirror time just like I had the first dream with Yusuke but I had 06:06 on the clock! I haven't been to my dr yet, but I have faith that I will get there.

♡Well have a good day, afternoon or night♡

~Reiko Yukimura~

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kursed-arcana · 4 months

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#botan #yusuke urameshi #urameshi yusuke #yu yu hakusho #keiko yukimura #yuyu hakusho #ghost files #spirit detective #netflix #anime #shounen #yoshihiro togashi #shounen jump

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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WIP guessing game: "Robin"

Superboy has existed for about six months at best (five months, two weeks, and six days, but who's creepily spying on their fellow heroes and vigilantes? not Tim, for sure) and was created in a lab full of extremely niche genetic experiments whose creators very rarely bothered making look human, which is probably why he has some weird ideas about certain social norms.

Tim assumes that's why the guy just decided to drop a very annoyed Catwoman on him out of nowhere, anyway.

"The fuck?" he says, though through his vocoder it comes out more like the incoherent screeching of the damned. That being, well, the whole purpose of the vocoder and all. Superboy grins down at him from the nighttime sky all bright and sunny and weirdly adorable, for being a lab-grown weapon and a guy who is technically capable of disassembling Tim down to his individual atoms with, like, a touch and about two seconds' worth of thought.

Not that Tim has been creepily spying on anyone or said anyone's Cadmus files, again.

Also Superboy might not even know he can do that yet, so it's really not a smart thing to mention right now.

"Hey, man!" Superboy greets cheerfully. "She was breaking into that big museum a couple blocks over, figured you'd care about that. As opposed to, like, breaking into some rich asshole with insurance's penthouse. Figured you would not have cared about that."

"The museum also has insurance, for the record," Selina informs him sourly as she makes an art of getting off her unceremoniously roof-dumped ass while looking like being on this roof was her idea to begin with. Because, like: Selina. "And has not properly sourced the artifacts in their new Bast exhibit."

I know, that's why I was on my way to the museum to keep an eye out for you, is what Tim does not say, since Robin is supposed to be a splintered aspect of a mysterious all-knowing city spirit given human form and not just, like, a really dedicated teenager surviving on semi-legal energy drinks and conspiracy-board detective work and the occasional occult ritual to summon the Batman.

What he does do is jerkily cock his head and say, "Preyyyyy?", and let his vocoder horribly mangle the word into a sound usually best described as "unholy avian screeching". Superboy beams, which is not a normal reaction to hearing Robin's voice. Selina just rolls her eyes, but Selina of course knows about the whole "really dedicated teenager surviving on semi-legal energy drinks and conspiracy-board detective work and the occasional occult ritual to summon the Batman" thing.

Like she's never summoned the Batman for anything, geez. Or "Bruce", as an eight year-old Dick Grayson had once upon a time decided to randomly dub him. Tim still can't call the eternal and unsleeping eldritch protector of their city that without feeling like he's going to spontaneously combust, but it is in fact a thing that the Batman will answer to.

Might as well call Pennyworth "Alfie", though.

Jason was even worse at names than Dick, Tim is pretty sure.

"Yeah!" Superboy says, sounding still more cheerful and floating down the rest of the way to the roof to land lightly in front of Tim. Selina eyes him in a way that would end very badly for anyone who was not functionally invulnerable. "I mean, she seems cool and all but I dunno, figured the Bat wasn't big on Cats in his territory. And also the criming. Definitely also the criming."

"How . . . find Robin?" Tim asks. Superboy doesn't have enhanced senses, as far as he knows, so . . .

"Oh, I've been stalking you," Superboy explains. Tim blinks behind his unblinking mask and feels several ways about that statement. "That's what you Bats all do when you're interested in somebody, right? So I figured you'd like it if I did it back."

. . . Tim feels several ways about that statement.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #chromatographic #wip: a fake cryptid and a real romantic

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gallusrostromegalus · 29 days

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Ehehe, I see that Josuke Araki has made his way into your script :P

Are there any other JoJo's floating around in Soul Society and beyond?

So I like to populate the background characters of my fic with characters from another series as just a fun reference, but I feel like some people are reading into it a little to much. It's like- well, there's a watsonian perspective on it and a doylist one and a sort of meta-watsonian one.

From the watsonian/in-narrative perspective? You know that line from that Stucky fic everyone loves about "we deserve a soft epilogue?" I like to imagine AUs for main characters where they still live in an animeverse, but are free from the burden of being The Main Character. Usuke Urameshi lives in Karakura town, but he was never The Spirit Detective. He's just some former punk with mild psychic abilities who runs the ramen shop Ichigo goes to sometimes. Josuke is just some guy that has enough power to be a shinigami, but he's just like, rank and file. You see him in crowd shots. They're alternate universe versions of their full powered, main character selves and probably happier than those versions.

From a doylist perspective, it's a fun game of reference tag to play with the reader. A sort of where's Waldo of random characters from related series. Sort of like putting Samuel L Jackson in a bit part in your movie and giving him a purple prop to fiddle with. He's not playing Mace Windu, but for sharp-eyed nerds, he is making a star wars reference. Sometimes it's just for fun, sometimes is a way to lay on some really subtle thematic context. Like overlaying a 8% opacity layer of yellow on a digital piece to give the impression of late afternoon. Nothing explicit. Nothing relevant to the plot. Just a bit of seasoning.

From a meta-watsonian perspective, a lot of how I write fic was influenced by the old Kids WB bumps where the voice actors would play their characters *as though they were actors hanging out on the warner studios lot* Batman was still Batman, but he was also a guy playing Batman on TV. Yugi moto still had the cosmic powers of the millennium puzzle but also complained about how much time he had to spend in hair and makeup. So when you see a character from another series in my fic, they're an alternate universe version of themselves that is Not Relevant To The Plot, and on another level they're like an actor famous on another show, coming in to do a bit part on their friend's show for funsies.

...but mostly I do it so I don't have to make up names for OCs I'm only using for four seconds.

To actually answer your question: Yuzu is a HUGE fan of this educational YouTube channel run by Marine Biologist Jotaro Kujo. He's the only guy who gives echinoderms their due. She shows Ukitake and Unohana and they like him a lot too. Unohana writes to him to put him in touch with Hanataro and the two put together a major survey of venomous marine life with potential medical applications. Ukitake just likes fish :).

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #bleach #bleach fanfic #metanarrative #the thing to remember is that i don't do intergated crossovers #but sometimes friends will do a bit on thier friend's show

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dbs-scans · 1 year

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Minamoto Supernatural Detective Agency — April Fool’s Day 2023

April Fool’s! Nah, this one’s the real deal—here’s a translated archive of the event hosted on AidaIro’s twitter during April of 2023.

Day 1

“Hello, you’ve reached the Minamoto Supernatural Detective Agency—” “Oh, it's just you, Kou. Yes, of course.” “All right, I'll see you at 8 PM.”

Click! Booop, booop....

Day 2

Somewhere in the city lies an ultra-famous detective agency that boasts a terrifying case-solving rate...

[Teru] “Welcome, I've been expecting you.” “I look tired, you say? Haha, I've been working on a big case that came in yesterday.” “But I have plans to go on break tomorrow, and I'm used to pulling all-nighters, so don't worry about me.” “You reporters are just as busy, right?”

“I've collected the info pertaining to the Ryokan Case over there.” “Huh? You don't know where I mean? Sorry, I've been so busy that I haven't had a chance to organize everything.” “All my other case files are scattered around... but I won't mind if you search through them for it.”

Various items have been scattered throughout the detective agency. What interests you is the...

POLL:

Old Flier

Strange Magazine

Dirtied Diary ✅

Left-on TV

It's a diary with a cute design. It's terribly dirty, as if someone had dropped it somewhere. You can see a footprint left behind where somebody stepped on it.

Everyday events have been written inside with neat handwriting: “The potted flowers we planted bloomed today.” “Went out with a friend.” “I spotted a cute cat.”

...But the diary entries abruptly cut off, and a message written in another person's hand-writing has been left behind: “Go Away.”

[Teru] “Ahh, that's unrelated to the ryokan.” “A client asked me to locate the diary of someone precious to them.” “I did find it, but as you can see... her work environment was rather poor.” “She set her sights on a new career path, and left to do field research, but I'm not sure where...”

――Knock Knock! “Hm?” “Looks like somebody's here. Is it another job request...?”

[Akane] “Oh, there's a guest here. Hello.” “I came to pick up something I left behind before I leave! I'm going on a trip with my childhood friend!” “A vacation to the hot springs, all by ourselves... I can't squander this. I've finally made it...” “Enjoy working on your day off, Chief! See ya!”

[Teru] “A hot springs vacation with his childhood friend, huh...” “Oh, that was one of our staff members. It seems he's going to be taking some time off, as well.”

Now, where should I check next?

POLL:

Old Flier

Strange Magazine ✅

Left-on TV

A mysterious magazine titled Monthly MO has been left here. There’s a bookmark inside. A special report on cryptids...?

[Teru] “Reports of cryptids at the ryokan are almost never-ending.” “If you go there, try seeing if you can catch one. You might earn some extra pocket money if you do.” “Haha, I'm just kidding, of course.”

Now, what’s next? 🐈The investigation continues tomorrow at 8PM🐈

POLL:

Old Flier

Left-on TV

Cassette Tape ✅

Day 3

It's an old cassette tape. I'll try playing it. ...It's a man recounting how he was spirited away as a child and wandered into a mysterious ryokan in the mountains. He sounds oddly happy about the experience.

“...and that was how I returned to human civilization.” “I'll never forget the girl who helped me to escape from there. Never ever~!”

“She told me ‘you must never come back here again,’ but it's my dream to return one day and be reunited with her.” “If it meant being with a beauty like her, then I’d do anything—I’d even become a cat...!!!”

[Teru] “To be attracted to someone that isn't even human? What a freak.” “I can't relate at all.”

Now, what should I check next?

POLL:

Old Flier

Left-on TV ✅

The 12 o'clock news is on. It appears that the children of the leaders of the East and West yakuza organizations have gone to dinner together. Rumor has it that they're considering an arranged marriage to unite the criminal underworld.

“Now this is just plain dumb. A political marriage, in this day 'n age?”

“Wait, you don't want to get married?” “Huh?”

[Teru] “Wow, they'll make a news report on just about anything.” “I'll change the channel~”

Now, what’s next? 🐈The investigation continues tomorrow at 8PM🐈

POLL:

Old Flier

Old Newspaper Clipping ✅

Day 4

It's a newspaper clipping from 50 years ago. During a national tour, a popular circus troupe had their tent burst into flames in the middle of the night and burn to the ground.

Officially, the cause of the fire is unknown, but on that night, two small figures were spotted fleeing from the scene of the crime. However, there was only one child registered with the circus troupe at the time—a single animal handler, who went missing after the incident. The child was known for doting on his pet black cat.

[Teru] “Rumor has it there's someone at the ryokan who looks exactly like the child who went missing, completely unchanged over the years.” “I wonder what that means...?”

Now all that's left is the old flier.

There's a tattered, yellowed flier lying around—a notice for a lost cat. It appears the cat went missing over ten years ago...

[Teru] “What a big cat. Cute, isn't she?” “They said she was a strange cat who would dance on nights of the full moon.” “Apparently they never found her... but lately, I've heard reports that a cat with similar characteristics was spotted near the ryokan.”

I've finished surveying the results of the agency's investigation. Now, for the final step, I'll ask for information concerning the person I'm looking for. 🐈 The final investigation begins tomorrow at 8 PM 🐈

Day 5

This is what the person I'm looking for left behind. I've brought it here with me.

[Teru] “About that coworker of yours who disappeared, the photographer...” “So far we haven't found any concrete proof that kid is staying at the ryokan.” “It's possible he might have disappeared of his own free will...”

That's what the guys at work all said. That he ran out on us 'cause the job’s too hard. But...

He'd never go off and leave his camera behind. Something must have happened to him out there...

[Teru] “I see. In that case, you should trust your intuition.” “Even if there's no evidence to support it, there's still a chance he could be there.”

“...And with that, I believe we’ve gone through everything that my investigation turned up.” “So what's your next move? There isn’t much left to do except actually going to the ryokan itself.” “If you hire me, I can tag along and...”

[Teru] “Oh, you're going alone? Since you don't want to bother me when I'm on vacation?” “But you know, they'll probably be less suspicious if we go together... Have you already got a ticket?” “Oh... You're so responsible, Kou. Your big brother is very proud of you.” “Okay, see you. Be careful out there.”

[Teru] “......” “A trip to the hot springs, huh?” “Not like I've got anything better to do. Maybe I’ll go, too.”

📺⚡

BZzT zzzZzZT......

🐈

"Human society brings endless pain and suffering~♪" "The youth of today with nowhere to belong feel nothing but frustration~♪"

"Let the hot spring's waters wash your troubles away~♪"

"And let your bellies be satisfied by our tasty food~♪"

"So come on down—" "To the Bakeneko Ryokan Hanako-tei!" 🐈 The End 🐈

#april fool's day #aidairo #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jibaku shonen hanako kun #twitter #tweet translation

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fantastic-nonsense · 1 month

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Hi! I've never done this before but I'm new to comics (started with WFA and Zatanna and the Ripper) and I've basically got most of my information from posts on tumblr and r/hobbydrama (including yours.) I think I have a general idea of what Jason Todd is like, but I believe a lot of people are unhappy with his new characterisation.

So, if you were the one in charge, how would you write him? Would you write him with a team or as a solo character? Would you have him use the All-Blades or a crowbar or his guns? Would you have him properly rejoin the batfam or not?

Thanks!

Hi! Welcome to the fandom! I hope you're enjoying your time here.

In general, I think DC (and the fandom) has spent too much time milking Jason's death for trauma porn. They have refused to allow him to find closure, move past that, and exist beyond his daddy issues drama with Bruce. When DC has allowed him to have stories outside of that, they were often written with little consideration for what should be done with Jason beyond making him "badass."

None of this has been conducive to creating any kind of satisfying and coherent narrative or character arc for Jason, especially when both writers and editorial seem more obsessed with stealing traits, relationships, and stories from other people to give to him (most prominently Dick, Selina, and Helena). My hottake is that DC should move beyond "Red Hood" as an identity for Jason entirely, because it drags his character down and keeps him inherently tied to the same problems that have kept his character stagnant for years.

However! I don't think he's unsalvagable. I simply think DC needs to put a decent writer on him and commit to a character direction for more than 2 years at a time. I'm unsure of what Shawn Martinbrough is currently doing with Jason in his The Hill arc, as I'm not reading it, but I've heard that there might be some forward momentum finally happening there?

Anyway, my personal conception of Jason's future (as lovingly brainstormed by me and my friends in our comics discord server) is effectively this: he becomes a street-level paranormal detective who solves cold murder cases by talking with the victims' ghosts and providing closure to restless spirits. Think Lockwood and Co. meets Pushing Daisies with a superhero twist; basically, a supernatural detective noir book.

There's a lot of concepts and lore drops tied into this idea, but basically it was born out of a discussion where I was talking about Jason's many connections with the supernatural and occult across all continuities and how it's kind of a mystery why DC hasn't just formally connected him to the mystical side of the DCU. So I was like "they should just reveal that Superboy-Prime’s reality punch resurrection left him LITERALLY undead, make the event where he finds this out also spark his ability to see and communicate with ghosts, and make him an occult detective. Let him close cold case murder files and put those spectres to rest."

Which is also a great premise for a Bat book and a great unfilled niche for a Batfamily member. Kate's supernatural stories are much more high concept and connected to her family drama. Damian's supernatural/occult connections are traditionally very heavily tied to his family history and the Lazarus Pits. Dick's semi-regular magic encounters are usually stuff he deals with alongside his teammates in the course of working with the Titans. None of the other Bats have enough regular encounters with the supernatural and magic side of the DCU for it to encroach on their shtick, and a Gotham-based supernatural book is well within DC's ability to publish and market given books like Gotham by Midnight.

In terms of how that direction affects all the other questions you asked...I think Jason's relationship with the rest of the Batfam should be complicated. I personally don't think "good/bad relationship with the Batfam" is a particularly useful way to look at it because I think there are people he should never see eye to eye with, people he realistically shouldn't and doesn't have a problem with, and people he should get along with just fine. I don't think everyone needs to or should be friends or enemies with him, but his morals and past actions will (and should!) complicate those relationships in interesting ways.

And re: what weapons I'd like to see him use...using the All-Blades would certainly factor into my proposed narrative direction, as that would lean into the supernatural connections, but I generally prefer the concept of Jason using knives as his preferred weapon over guns/a crowbar/etc. That way he can still be a marksman without using guns, and I think that fits more with his character trajectory as someone attempting to be less lethal but also has no problem roughing people up when he thinks they need to be.

#jason todd #jason todd meta #thank you!#also I'm so sorry for the delayed response. my mental capacity to respond to people has been pretty low recently 😭#long post #ask #dc comics #batman #batfam

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spirit-detective-files · 9 months

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Hello YYH Fandom!

A reminder that next week we're celebrating Kuwabara! Tag for the event is: #sdf kuwabara week and please tag this blog if you're participating so we can share your posts. Like last time, all forms of creative expression are fair game (fanarts, fanfics, playlists, moodboards, videos, character studies etc. Anything that comes to your mind)

See you in a week! Can't wait to see what y’all come up with 🧡

#yu yu hakusho #sdf kuwabara week #kazuma kuwabara #yyh #sdf #spirit detective files

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beautifulmakkaris · 9 months

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If you're missing Lockwood and Co, don't despair! Here are some recommendations from fans of the show and books to help fill the void while we fight for season 2 - please share far and wide <3

All recs are from responses to this post, myself and things I've seen floating around the internet (ie, Goodreads suggestions/lists). Recs may be based on specific characters, ships, tropes, genres, worldbuilding or just general ~vibes.

Please make sure to check all content warnings before reading/watching any recommendations on this list.

Books (standalone)

Spellbound by F. T. Lukens

The Agency for Scandal by Laura Wood

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston

The Cheat Sheet by Sarah Adams

This May End Badly by Samantha Markum

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling

A Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood

The Hidden Dragon by Melissa Marr

Trouble by Lex Croucher

Books (series - *ongoing)

Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir*

Virals by Kathy Reichs

The Shades of London by Maureen Johnson

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Jackaby by William Ritter

Charlotte Holmes by Brittany Cavallaro

The Checquy Files by Daniel O'Malley

Alex Stern by Leigh Bardugo*

Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerry Maniscalco

Scarlet by A. C. Gaughen

Renegades by Marissa Meyer

The Diviners by Libba Bray

City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab

Percy Jackson & the Olympians by Rick Riordan

Mokee Joe by Peter J. Murray

Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve

Murder Most Unladylike by Robin Stevens*

Letters of Enchantment by Rebecca Ross*

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

Dreadwood by Jennifer Killick

The Empyrean by Rebecca Yarros*

The Bartimaeus Sequence by Jonathan Stroud

Ankh-Morpork City Watch (Discworld) by Terry Pratchett

The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

Scarlett & Browne by Jonathan Stroud

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Books (graphic novels)

Locke & Key by Joe Hill

Television series (*-ongoing)

School Spirits*

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Shadow & Bone

Wednesday*

Stranger Things*

CW's Nancy Drew

Shadowhunters

Locke & Key

The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself

Spooksville

The Midnight Club

Teen Wolf

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Grimm

Please feel free to keep sending recommendations my way and I'll update this list as often as I can! Also let me know if you enjoy anything you found from this list, I'd love to know if you found it helpful :)

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youdoknowwhotfiam · 28 days

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Olivia benson x fem!reader

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Angst

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The scent of burnt coffee and regret hung heavy in the air of Olivia's apartment. Two years. Two whole years had passed since the fight, a stupid, petty argument that escalated into a chasm Olivia never thought you'd willingly jump into. You called her a workaholic, her nights spent hunched over case files a constant reminder of how little time she had for anything else. You, with your fiery spirit and infectious laugh, deserved more than that. Olivia, in a fit of exhaustion and frustration, had thrown it back, words laced with the bitterness of a job that chipped away at her soul piece by piece. "Then maybe you should find someone who has time for you!"

You slammed the door on your way out, the echo of it reverberating in Olivia's ears long after you were gone. She called, texted, left desperate messages on your voicemail, hoping, praying you wouldn't disappear like smoke. But disappear you did. No forwarding address, no trace on social media, your phone number disconnected. You vanished like a ghost, leaving behind a gaping hole in Olivia's life.

The days blurred into weeks, weeks into months. Olivia threw herself into work, the familiar sting of righteous anger and the hunt for justice a poor substitute for the warmth of your hand in hers. She saw traces of you everywhere – in the coffee shop where you always ordered your extra-sweet cappuccino, in the park where you used to steal glances at the stray dogs, in the bookstore where you'd lose yourself in detective novels. Each time, a jolt of hope would momentarily flicker, only to be extinguished by the crushing reality of your absence.

Then came the call. It was a cold, rainy November night, the city slick with the first kiss of winter. Elliot's voice crackled through the line, a raw urgency in his tone. "Liv, you gotta get down here. Warehouse raid. Russian mob. We found girls."

Olivia's throat went dry. Human trafficking. It was an all too familiar story, a stain on the city's soul. But the case didn't register fully, not yet. All she could think about was girls, young lives stolen, innocence shattered.

The warehouse was a desolate, concrete tomb. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the despairing whimpers that echoed from behind the heavy metal doors. Olivia and the team kicked them down, a cacophony of shouts and flashing lights filling the cavernous space.

The girls were everywhere. Huddled in corners, eyes wide with terror, their bodies frail shadows under layers of grime. As Olivia moved through the room, a primal instinct kicked in, a fierce protectiveness that burned through the years of jaded detachment. She knelt before a young girl, barely a teenager, tears tracing dirty streaks down her pale cheeks. The girl flinched instinctively, eyes downcast.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Olivia murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "We're here to help you now."

A gruff voice interrupted. "Liv, you need to see this."

Elliot stood by a makeshift bed in a back room, his face grim. Olivia followed his gaze. There, on the threadbare mattress, lay a figure draped in a tattered blanket. It was you.

The blood drained from Olivia's face. Your face, pale and gaunt, was framed by matted hair. Your once vibrant eyes were closed, your breathing shallow. A choked sob escaped her lips. How? Why?

Elliot noticed her reaction, his eyes instantly filled with understanding. "We need to get her to the hospital," he said, his voice gruff but kind.

The sterile white of the hospital room felt like a slap. Olivia sat by your bedside, a vigil kept through the long night. Machines beeped rhythmically, a constant reminder of your fragility. Hours turned into days, and finally, your eyelids fluttered open.

Confusion clouded your gaze for a moment before recognition dawned. Your eyes widened, a flicker of fear giving way to disbelief. "Olivia?"

Her voice was a hoarse whisper, but to Olivia, it was a symphony. "Yeah, it's me. You're safe now."

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks. You tried to speak, but your voice was weak. Olivia leaned closer, catching your words.

"You left," you rasped, your voice tinged with accusation.

Olivia flinched. "I..." she started, the words catching in her throat. Shame and regret were a bitter cocktail in her mouth.

"Don't," you cut her off, a flicker of your old fire returning. "Just... tell me what happened."

It poured out of her then, a torrent of words – the fight, the desperation, the months spent searching for you. You listened in silence, With a tear slipping down her cheek, Olivia reached out and grasped your hand, her touch sending a jolt through you. The years of separation melted away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that left you breathless.

"I was so stupid, Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Work consumed me, and I took you for granted. I never thought you'd leave."

You squeezed her hand back, a silent understanding passing between you. The hurt of the fight was still there, a dull ache in your chest, but seeing Olivia like this, broken and filled with remorse, softened the blow.

"I said some pretty awful things too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have stormed out like that."

Olivia's eyes met yours, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "Can you ever forgive me?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing. You looked at the woman you once loved, the woman you realized you never truly stopped loving. The past two years had been a nightmare, a desolate wasteland devoid of her warmth.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was small, intimate, a silent promise.

"I already have," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

A choked sob escaped Olivia's lips as she leaned forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Tears streamed down her face, hot against your skin. You held her close, whispering words of comfort, the silence of the hospital room broken only by the soft beeps of the machines and the rhythm of your intertwined breaths.

As the days turned into weeks, you recovered slowly, your body healing alongside the fractured pieces of your relationship with Olivia. The nights were filled with whispered confessions, apologies, and the tentative rebuilding of trust. You spoke about your ordeal, the horrors you witnessed at the hands of your captors, the despair that threatened to consume you.

Olivia listened patiently, her arms wrapped around you, a silent shield against the encroaching darkness. She held you close as you cried, her presence a source of strength and solace.

When you were finally released from the hospital, Olivia took you back to her apartment. It felt different, the emptiness replaced by a sense of cautious optimism. There were nights you'd lie awake, the echo of the past lingering in the air, but Olivia was always there, a comforting presence by your side.

One evening, as you sipped tea on the fire escape, the city lights twinkling below, Olivia turned to you, her eyes filled with a newfound determination.

"We'll get through this, together," she said, her voice firm. "You and me."

You met her gaze, a smile gracing your lips. "Together," you echoed, the simple word holding the promise of a future rebuilt, stronger and more cherished than ever before. The fight that tore you apart had left its scars, but it had also shown you the strength of your bond, a love that even the darkest of nights couldn't extinguish.

#olivia benson x reader #olivia benson x you #olivia #olivia benson #law and order svu angst #svu fic #law and order svu #svu #l&o svu

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szfiction · 9 months

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Since it's Kuwabara Week for @spirit-detective-files, I am VERY happily sharing this commission I got of him in my upcoming Reincarnation au fic by @polmcarts! <3

#Kazuma Kuwabara #Yu Yu Hakusho #yyh #sdf kuwabara week #Yes. He is the lead singer of a rock band called The Mulberries and he is VERY cool!! <3 #I'm so obsessed with this he looks beautiful #absolutely recommend commissioning polmcarts totally worth it!!!#The Reincarnation Mixtapes

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cazzam · 1 year

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THE NEW AND IMPROVED CASSANDRA CAIN READING GUIDE

Cassandra Cain is the daughter of assassins David Cain and Sandra Wu-San (better known as Lady Shiva), and was raised by Cain. She is an expert hand-to-hand combatant, and able to read body language to the point of interpreting complex thoughts, but learning to communicate better through speech and text. She has operated as a vigilante under the names of Batgirl, Kasumi, Black Bat, and Orphan, and is currently sharing the title of Batgirl with Stephanie Brown and Barbara Gordon.

Basic Reading

Batgirl (2000)

Batman: Gates of Gotham (2011)

Detective Comics (2016) #934-987

Batman and the Outsiders (2019)

Batgirls (2021)

Spirit World (2023)

Birds of Prey (2023)

Cassandra's major appearances are listed in chronological order (mostly) under the cut. My favorites are bolded.

No Man's Land

All issues collected in Batman: No Man's Land (2011) vol. 2-4. I recommend reading the entire event.

Batman (1940) #567 [first appearance]

Detective Comics (1937) #734

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #120 [Cassandra takes up Batgirl mantle]

Azrael: Agent of the Bat #56-57

Batman (1940) #569

The Batman Chronicles #18

Azrael: Agent of the Bat #60-61

Robin (1993) #73

As Batgirl

Issues that are part of events may be confusing out of context.

Batman: Gotham Knights #2, 5

Batman: Gotham City Secret Files and Origins [first story]

Batgirl (2000) #1-2

Young Justice (1998) #21

Batgirl (2000) #3-11, 12 [Officer Down start]

Birds of Prey (1999) #27

Catwoman (1993) #90 [Officer Down end]

Batgirl (2000) Annual #1, #13-19

Harley Quinn (2000) #10

Robin (1993) #88 [first meeting with Stephanie Brown]

Batgirl (2000) #20, 21 [Joker: Last Laugh start]

Joker: Last Laugh #3

Supergirl (1996) #63 [transphobia cw, Joker: Last Laugh end]

DC First: Batgirl/Joker

Batgirl (2000) #22-23, 24 [Bruce Wayne: Murderer? / Fugitive start]

Robin (1993) #98

Batgirl (2000) #25-29

Batman (1940) #605 [Bruce Wayne: Murderer? / Fugitive end]

Batgirl: Secret Files and Origins

Batgirl (2000) #30-32

Batman: Gotham Knights #33, 35

Batgirl (2000) #33-38

Batman: Family #7

Detective Comics (1937) #782 [backup], 790

Nightwing (1996) #81

Superboy (1994) #85 [first meeting with Kon-El/Conner Kent]

Batgirl (2000) #39-44

Batman: Gotham Knights #42, 45-46, 48-49

Robin (1993) #119

Batgirl (2000) #45-47

Superman/Batman #5

Batgirl (2000) #48-50

Birds of Prey (1999) #61, 63

Batgirl (2000) #51-53

Solo #10 [third story]

Detective Comics (1937) #796 [backup]

Robin (1993) #127-128

Batgirl (2000) #54

War Games

All issues collected in Batman: War Games (2015). I don't recommend reading the entire event.

Detective Comics (1937) #797

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #182

Nightwing (1996) #96

Batgirl (2000) #55

Batman (1940) #631

Batgirl (2000) #56

Nightwing (1996) #98

Batgirl (2000) #57

Batgirl in Bludhaven

Robin (1993) #132 [Fresh Blood start]

Batgirl (2000) #58

Robin (1993) #133

Batgirl (2000) #59 [Fresh Blood end]

Batman Allies: Secret Files and Origins 2005 [third story]

Batgirl (2000) #60-73

With the League of Assassins and Deathstroke

I don't recommend reading anything in this section except Batgirl (2008) #6.

Robin (1993) #148-151, 161-162

Supergirl (2005) #14

World War III #2

Teen Titans (2003) #43-46

Batman and the Outsiders (2007)

Batgirl (2008) [recap of this era. Bruce adopts Cassandra]

As Black Bat

Battle for the Cowl: The Network

Batgirl (2009) #1 [Cassandra gives Batgirl mantle to Stephanie]

Red Robin #17

Batman Incorporated (2011) #6

Red Robin #25

Batman: Gates of Gotham

As Orphan

The New 52 reboot changed Cassandra’s origins, personality, and relationships with other characters. Rebirth was a soft reboot that kept New 52 canon but brought back elements from the previous continuity.

Batman and Robin Eternal #1-9, 11-14, 17-26 [New 52]

Detective Comics (2016) #934-940 [Rebirth]

Batman (2016) #7 [Night of the Monster Men start]

Nightwing (2016) #5

Detective Comics (2016) #941

Batman (2016) #8

Nightwing (2016) #6

Detective Comics (2016) #942 [Night of the Monster Men end], 943-962

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) #15

Detective Comics (2016) #963-964

Batgirl and the Birds of Prey #15-17

Detective Comics (2016) #965-981, 983-987

Batman and the Outsiders (2019)

DC: The Doomed and the Damned [seventh story]

Batman: The Joker War Zone [second story]

Batman (2016) #104

Return of Batgirl

The Infinite Frontier reboot considers all past continuities canon.

Infinite Frontier #0

Batman Secret Files: The Signal

Batman: Urban Legends #3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 14

The Joker (2021) #3-4, 7, 11-12, 15

Detective Comics (2016) #1038 [backup], 1049, 1052, 1057

Batman (2016) #112 [main], 115-116 [backups]

Nightwing (2016) #85-86

Batman (2016) #117 [backup]

Batgirls #1-6

Task Force Z #8

DC Pride: Tim Drake Special

Robin (2021) #15

Detective Comics (2016) #1061

Batgirls #7

Catwoman (2018) #45

Batgirls #8-12

Batman One Bad Day: Two-Face

Tim Drake: Robin #4

Batgirls Annual 2022, #13-19

Lazarus Planet: Dark Fate [fourth story]

Spirit World (2023)

Birds of Prey (2023) #1- [ongoing]

Detective Comics (2016) #1084 [backup]

Other Appearances

Ghost/Batgirl [Dark Horse Comics crossover]

Batman: Outlaws #2

Batman: City of Light [not recommended]

Justice League Elite [as Kasumi]

Wonder Woman (2006) #600 [second story]

Batgirl (2016) #50 [third story]

DC Festival of Heroes [first story]

Truth & Justice #6 [#16-18 digital first]

Alternate Universes

Tiny Titans #33, 39, 43, 45

Batgirl: Futures End

Convergence: Batgirl

Harley Quinn and the Birds of Prey (2020)

DCeased: Unkillables / Dead Planet #5 / War of the Undead Gods

Shadow of the Batgirl [YA graphic novel]

Dark Knights: Death Metal Robin King [backup]

Future State: The Next Batman #2, 4 [second stories]

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures [webtoon]

DC vs. Vampires

Dark Knights of Steel #9

Thanks for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Last updated: April 23, 2024

#dcedit #comicedit #cassandra cain #batgirl #batgirls #wayne family adventures #batgirl 2000 #black bat #orphan #reading guide #reading list #reading order #batman

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ultimate-anime-tournament · 9 months

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THE ULTIMATE ANIME TOURNAMENT BEGINS! featuring 384 shows spanning 60 years!

all matchups are listed below the cut, and the first polls will be going up shortly 👍

edit: made a google spreadsheet documenting all matchups and their wins/losses!

left side:

Majokko Megu-chan VS Soul Eater VS Turn A Gundam

Noragami VS Ranma 1/2 VS Shadows House

Captain Tsubasa VS Barakamon VS Ojamajo Doremi

Dr Ramune: Mysterious Disease Specialist VS Joshiraku VS Concrete Revolutio

Maya the Honey Bee VS Bocchi the Rock! VS Senyuu.

Angel Beats VS Golden Kamuy VS Initial D

Lucky Star VS Mononoke VS Assassination Classroom

Go! Princess Pretty Cure VS Shirobako VS Space Pirate Captain Harlock

Golden Time VS Death Note VS Ao Haru Ride

Food Wars VS One Piece VS Space Battleship Yamato

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K VS Blood Blockade Battlefront VS Poco's Udon World

Space Patrol Luluco VS Yu-Gi-Oh! VS Your Lie in April

Slam Dunk VS One Punch Man VS Candy Candy

Doraemon VS Akame ga Kill VS Black Clover

Space Dandy VS Sazae-san VS Bloom into You

Show by Rock!! VS Pokémon VS Restaurant to Another World

Uchouten Kazoku VS Tetsujin 28 VS Miracle Girl Limit-chan

Sally the Witch VS March Comes in Like a Lion VS Ground Defense Force! Mao-chan

Day Break Illusion VS Heidi, Girl of the Alps VS Zombie Land Saga

Yuri is My Job! VS Kimagure Orange Road VS The Seven Deadly Sins

Akudama Drive VS Future Boy Conan VS Land of the Lustrous

BanG Dream! VS Rin-ne VS Serial Experiments Lain

Snow White with the Red Hair VS Juni Taisen: Zodiac War VS The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

Ranking of Kings VS Osomatsu-san VS Odd Taxi

Flying Witch VS Bodacious Space Pirates VS Shugo Chara

Yuki Yuna is a Hero VS Super Dimension Fortress Macros VS Spy x Family

Magic Kaito 1412 VS Kaguya-sama: Love is War VS Kingdom

Aikatsu VS Cells at Work VS New Game!

Blue Exorcist VS Sound! Euphonium VS Ashita no Joe

Re:Zero VS My Hero Academia VS Pani Poni Dash

Ouran High School Host Club VS Dragon Quest: The Adventure of Dai VS Children of the Whales

86 vs Erased vs Demon Slayer

Mashle vs Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt vs Bakemonogatari

Skip and Loafer vs Shiki vs My-Hime

Laughing under the Clouds VS Naruto VS Sakura Wars

The Vampire Dies in No Time VS Dragon Ball GT VS Fist of the North Star

Shadowverse VS Blue Lock VS Tamako Market

Legend of the Galactic Heroes VS Lycoris Recoil VS Tanaka-kun is Always Listless

Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple VS Sonic X VS Samurai Champloo

Cutie Honey VS Tokyo Revengers VS Parasyte

Kaiji VS Deca-Dence VS Clannad

I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss VS Digimon Adventure VS Charlotte

Kageki Shojo!! VS Majuu Senshi Luna Varga VS Stars Align

Love, Chunibyo, and Other Delusions VS Gintama VS Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits

Bubblegum Crisis VS Air VS Made in Abyss

Touch VS Fire Force VS Love Live! Sunshine!!

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer VS Sket Dance VS Himitsu no Akko-chan

Zatch Bell VS Little Witch Academia VS Gal & Dino

Parappa the Rapper VS Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout (Fabiniku) VS Talentless Nana

Nyanbo! VS Bomberman Jetters VS Do It Yourself!

Kochikame: Tokyo Beat Cops VS Nobody's Boy Remi VS Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Chika Ichiban VS Squid Girl VS Anne of Green Gables

Ikkyuu-san VS The Case Study of Vanitas VS Free!

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story VS Chihayafuru VS So I'm a Spider, So What?

Aggretsuko VS Hakumei and Mikochi VS Mou Ippon

What's Michael VS Kimono Jihen VS Kiratto Prichan

Mushishi VS Uma Musume VS Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Sabikui Bisco VS Dorohedoro VS The World Ends With You: The Animation

Un-Go VS The Case Files of Jeweler Richard VS Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure

Sonny Boy VS Tiger & Bunny VS Black Butler

A Place Further than the Universe VS Lupin III (all Parts) VS Tsuritama

Tari Tari VS Maoyu VS Buddy Daddies

Horimiya VS Akiba Maid War VS Cap Revolution Bottleman

Helck VS Play it Cool, Guys VS Revolutionary Girl Utena

right side:

Gegege no Kitarou VS Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood VS Urahara

D.Gray-Man VS Bakuman VS Devilman

Violet Evergarden VS Death Parade VS Speed Racer

Skull Face Bookseller Honda-san VS Mazinger Z VS Planetes

Aim for the Ace! VS Futari wa Pretty Cure VS Saiunkoku Monogatari

Comic Girls VS Galaxy Express 999 VS Dr. Slump

Wedding Peach VS Ronja, the Robber's Daughter VS Haikyuu!

Saint Seiya VS Mahoutsukai Chappy VS Yuri on Ice

Hikaru no Go VS Yona of the Dawn VS Mega Man NT Warrior

Black Lagoon VS Nichijou VS Space Cobra

Ms. Koizumi Loves Ramen Noodles VS Stop! Hibari-kun VS She and Her Cat: Everything Flows

Space Brothers VS Gakuen Alice VS Dragon Ball Z

AKB0048 VS Kino's Journey -The Beautiful World- VS Musashi no Ken

Flip Flappers VS Hamtaro VS Daily Lives of High School Boys

Another VS Descending Stories: Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju VS Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

Gurren Lagann VS Hana no Ko Lunlun VS City Hunter

Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water VS Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun VS To Your Eternity

Kiteretsu Daihyakka VS Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun VS Noir

Bungo Stray Dogs VS Soreike! Anpanman VS Moomin

Hajime no Ippo VS Paranoia Agent VS Mobile Suit Gundam

Maison Ikkoku VS Yuru Camp VS Sherlock Hound

Great Pretender VS Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress VS World Trigger

Little Princess Sara VS Ghost Sweeper Mikami VS Keep Your Hands off Eizouken!

My Next Life as a Villainess VS Kirby: Right Back at Ya! VS Air Gear

Saint Tail VS Haibane Renmei VS Astro Boy

Crayon Shin-chan VS Tokyo Ghoul VS Hell Girl

Heaven's Design Team VS Neon Genesis Evangelion VS Kiznaiver

Servamp VS Akane-chan VS Yo-kai Watch

The Vision of Escaflowne VS Tsurune VS Sk8 the Infinity

The Promised Neverland VS Hime-chan no Ribbon VS Fruits Basket

Urusei Yatsura VS Dr. Stone VS Shaman King

Star of the Giants VS Cardcaptor Sakura VS Angelic Layer

Berserk VS Kodocha VS Ping Pong The Animation

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's VS Boys over Flowers VS Otherside Picnic

Monster VS Sgt. Frog VS K-On!

Aria VS The Rose of Versailles VS Beyblade

Natsume's Book of Friends VS Planet With VS Detective Conan / Case Closed

Nodame Kantaabire VS Kyou Kara Maoh VS Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

Duel Masters VS Shounen Ninja Kaze no Fujimaru VS Hunter x Hunter

Mahou Shoujo Lalabel VS Carole & Tuesday VS Powerpuff Girls Z

Big Windup! VS Heartcatch Pretty Cure! VS Fighting Foodons

Gosick VS Ace Attorney VS Inazuma Eleven

Given VS The Prince of Tennis VS Cowboy Bebop

Code Geass VS Teppen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VS FLCL

Wolf's Rain VS Reborn! VS Princess Tutu

Magic Knight Rayearth VS Romeo x Juliet VS Oshi no Ko

Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo VS Bakugan VS Jujutsu Kaisen

Yu Yu Hakusho VS Love Live! School Idol Project VS Trigun

Kimba the White Lion VS Waccha Primagi VS Toradora

Ultra Maniac VS Mahou Sensei Negima VS Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight

Visual Prison VS Steins;gate VS Inuyasha

Vinland Saga VS Assault Lily Bouquet VS Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

Pop Team Epic VS Gingitsune VS Tokyo Mew Mew

Blue Period VS Higurashi When They Cry VS Fairy Tail

Chargeman Ken VS Shin Sekai Yori VS Chainsaw Man

Beyond the Boundary VS Silver Spoon VS Hyouka

Stitch! VS Mobile Suit Gundam SEED VS Symphogear

Kuroko's Basketball VS Pokemon Horizons VS Gatchaman Crowds

Ghost Stories VS Non Non Biyori VS Samurai Flamenco

Fushigi Yuugi VS Psycho-Pass VS Azumanga Daioh

Bleach VS Dragon Ball Super VS Ace of Diamond

My Neighbor Seki VS Mob Psycho 100 VS No. 6

Full Metal Panic VS Princess Principal VS Ya Boy Kongming!

Sayonara, Zetsubou-sensei VS Puella Magi Madoka Magica VS Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

#thank you all for your submissions btw!!!

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everlasting spell

Pairing: Joe Teague x F!Reader

Summary: And here you lay in the bed, a masterpiece that exists only for his viewing. If he was an artist, he’d pick up a canvas, a brush, and paint to depict this moment exactly of you peacefully sleeping, of your body completely relaxed. It’d beat all those paintings you’ve shown him. He’d hang it right above his bed, so he could look at you every night before succumbing to slumber.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Smoking Weed, Alcohol Mention, 1950s, Mention of Era Typical Values, Marriage talk, Free spirited reader.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This is an unexpected second part to – under your spell. They can be read separately. Though, I love that first one, and you should read it anyway if you feel like to.

— You can read below or at AO3.

The office feels like an oven today. The oscillation of the ceiling fan is becoming more of a bother than a help. You stop for a moment, close your eyes, lean on the desk, and let the mild air cool your face as you wipe the sweat dripping at the back of your neck. You listen to the busy sounds of the restaurant above getting ready for dinner. It smells awfully good, too. The kitchen is over your little reception area and the scent of food cooking carries through the building.

There's only one hour left of work. Then, you're free to go home and rid yourself of the suffocating office attire, have some dinner and enjoy one or two cool glasses of wine before you pass out in bed like every night.

As you let out a sigh and go back to your task, you hear the steps descending the staircase before the door opens. Your head snaps to the side to find Joe Teague entering the hot dungeon that people call an office. Clad in a grey suit and hat, he tips the brim of his fedora in your direction before removing it.

“Do you have an appointment, Detective Teague?” you question with a certain playful tone but try to keep it professional.

It's not unusual for him to come in unannounced, but it's the first time he's come into your workplace since you started your… affair. That's what you chose to call all those nights he’s slept in your bed. All those furtive midnight calls, all the kisses, all the times he’s been inside you.

“Never needed one. Is Lon in there?” His head tilts toward your boss' door that reads 'Lon Cochran' in golden letters over frosted glass. “Just need a couple of minutes of his time if he’s available.”

“I'll let him know you're here,” as you walk up to the door, you wink at Joe, and knock softly on the glass before cracking the door open. Poking your head in there, you inform Cochran that Joe Teague is here to talk to him.

“He'll see you now.”

“Thanks, Darling,” he palms your bottom with his ridiculously big hand as he walks past you.

“Joseph!” you mouth at him before he disappears behind the door.

You smile to yourself and go back to your task, flipping through a pile of files; pulling up the ones on the list of cases that Lon inquired of you to organize and put away in a couple of boxes.

Joe is in there for no more than five minutes before coming out of the office along with your boss.

“Show Teague Mr. Frederick's file. I gotta go. I got a lead on Woodcomb,” Lon glances at you, holding his briefcase in one hand, a hat in his other. “Ask Nico to walk you to your car when you're done here.”

“Sure, have a good evening, Mr. Cochran,” you nod formally at your boss.

“You too, doll,” then he pegs Joe with a nod. “Good luck with Frederick's, Teague. Let me know how that pans out.”

“I will.”

You wait until your boss has left to hand over the requested file to Joe. You show it in his direction and as he reaches to take it from your hand, you snatch it away playfully before handing it over.

He sits in one of the chairs across your desk and opens the folder while you resume your assignment.

“Who's Nico and why does he have to walk you to your car?” He lifts an eyebrow while inspecting the case file.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“Just curious.”

“Nico works in the restaurant,” you explain, vaguely pointing at the ceiling. “There's a mugger in the area prying on women. Lon’s just been looking out for me.”

“Was it reported?”

“Yeah, I believe so.”

“Hmm, I'll look into that.” He then pulls out two pictures from the folder, holding them up to you, “did you take these?”

“Uh-huh. What are you looking for?”

“I'm trying to identify someone he met.”

“He's a social butterfly, this fella.” You point at Frederick. “He's met with a lot of people. Anyone in particular that you're looking for?”

“A lawyer,” his brow creases, surveying every photo.

“Dark gelled hair, fancy suit, nice tie, shiny shoes? Not your average court appointed lawyer?” you ask, remembering Mr. Frederick visited an attorney a few months ago, whose name you can't recall.

“That's the one.”

You go around the desk and go through the stack of pictures to find the one Joe is looking for. “Who's he, anyway?”

“A liar.”

“Aren't they all?” You remark with sarcasm, propping your ass on the edge of the desk, bending over to unbuckle the straps of your heels and take them off now that Lon is gone. “There’s a reason why it rhymes with lawyer.”

“That they are, sweetheart,” he agrees, and resumes going through the rest of the file while you keep sorting the stack of folders left on your desk.

As you walk around barefoot, your eyes occasionally glance in his direction. It's been a while since you’ve seen him with that many clothes on him.

You don’t have the most traditional relationship with the Detective. Joe keeps asking your hand in marriage, and you keep stubbornly refusing it, so he has to keep coming back to earn you.

Though, you're not intentionally playing a game here, it's entertaining to see him so smitten with you. Men usually move on after a while with you. They know you’re not that kind of woman to settle down with, and as soon as they realize you’re just a cheap lay, they move on quickly.

Marriage is not something in your cards. At least not yet. You're no stranger to how men lose interest the same way the second there’s a ring around their lover's finger, and you’re not ready to take that step without knowing you'll always be all for him. And given Joe’s history with his previous sweetheart, you're not looking forward to becoming the second woman to carry his name.

Joe Teague is a flirt, which makes it hard to tell sometimes whether his intentions are true or not. All you do is get high and fuck like animals. There's not much space in between to figure out the rest. It’s a dangerous thing to be involved with, albeit a fun one. It works for now. You don’t expect more from your dear Joe. This is the perfect arrangement for both, no matter what he says.

You love your independence in a world where you're being pushed to commit to a man for good to be the perfect housewife and mother. That's the American Dream. But it's not your dream. You love your freedom to come and go and partake in those activities that have filled your life with wonder and joy.

Lost in your thoughts, it takes you a moment to realize that Joe has risen from the chair, and now his arms are curling around your waist from behind. As one hand rests on your abdomen, the other slides down your thigh, over your skirt to hike the hem higher up.

“Not here, Joe.” You swat his hand away, as his nose draws the curve of your neck.

“I thought this is what you liked. Taking risks?”

“Not at work, Darling,” you turn your face and hold his chin to give him a quick kiss. “Maybe later. I have to finish this. I thought you had work to do, too.”

“I’m done with the file. Now you have all my attention,” he purrs, attempting to slip his hand under your skirt once more, and failing as you bring it to a stop altogether.

“Sh, sh, sh. Behave, Joseph,” you free yourself from his embrace, and point a firm finger at him.

He loses the knot of his tie and stays here until closing time to walk you up to the car, cause he’d prefer to see you safe and sound himself than trust somebody else with your safety.

When you reach your vehicle, he presses your back against the door, and finally you let him capture your lips as if he hadn’t seen you in ten years. It’s been nine days since you last had him, and his lips come up strong and demanding, urging you to kiss him just as passionately.

“Are you coming over tonight?” you mumble when he runs out of air, glancing at your lipstick smeared around his mouth, and reaching to wipe it with your thumb.

“I dunno… I think it's going to be a long night. You'll probably be asleep by then.”

“I don't mind,” you hold his jaw, pressing a small kiss on the bow of his lip. “Come over. Wake me up. I miss you, Sweet Joe.”

Joe scoffs and looks to the side for a beat. “You say you miss me, and then refuse every time I ask to move in together. God forbid if I ever mention wanting to marry you.”

“Just because I don’t want you to make an honest woman out of me doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you,” you point out, amused. “You wouldn’t enjoy being married to me anyway.”

“No? Why is that?”

“Cause, I’m a free spirit. And I’m accustomed to a certain lifestyle that wouldn’t be acceptable for a married woman in the suburbs. I have my vices, and needs. I like traveling, and going out whenever I want… and…”

“You’re afraid I’m going to try to change that part of you?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t you?”

“Sweetheart… Those are the things that made me fall in love with you in the first place. I’d never try to change what makes you… you.”

“You say that now, but I’ve seen it again and again in other women tying the knot, and suddenly they become something else entirely. I love you, Joe, but I can’t do that. I like what we have now, I don’t wanna change that. I hope you can accept it.”

A soft frown flashes under the brim of his hat. “I like what we have, too, but is it that bad that I want more of you?”

“No, it’s not bad. I’m not saying I won’t ever change my mind. I Just need to make sure that you mean it. If you do, you’ll wait till I’m ready. Which could be five days, 10 months, or 20 years. I don’t know. Are you sure you want that?”

“For you? I have all the time in the world, Sweetheart.”

He better mean it, you think, before kissing him goodbye.

A few hours past midnight, Joe uses the key you gave him to invite himself into your apartment. He hangs his coat and fedora in the rack before taking off his shoulder holster. He does it ever so carefully to not startle you with some strange noise. Though he’s going to wake you anyway, he prefers to be the one to do it with his hands, with his lips, with his desire.

Joe steps out of his shoes, and loses the tie that he drapes over the back of a chair along with his white dress shirt. He then pads to the kitchen and drinks a glass of water from the sink before splashing some water on his face to freshen up a little. Drops slide down his neck, wetting the hem of his white tank top. He decides to take a quick shower to brush off the day. He's spent hours sitting in a car on a stakeout, smoking cigarettes, and the last thing he wants is to bring that to your bed. It needs to be afresh, as if it was the first time. He wants to give you what you deserve. All this effort might not make a difference to your final decision, maybe it will, but little details matter to him.

After his shower, he wraps one of your towels around his waist and finally comes into your room.

When he crosses the beaded curtain, the colors from the neon sign over the window outside outline the semi covered curves of your body in a thin veil of vibrant red and blue hues. He switches on the night lamp to fully capture your naked form, partially covered with a sheet that barely covers your bottom half, leaving nothing to the imagination. Out like a light, you’re settled on your back, the rose tattoo on your hip poking over the hem of the fabric, and Great Mother Isis guarding your stomach beneath her wings. One of your hands rests close to your face on the pillow, as the other spreads over your belly. Your breasts comfortably on display, gently rising with your breathing. There’s an empty glass of wine on your nightstand with just a couple of drops at the bottom. Next to it, there is half reefer with red lipstick stains on the white paper.

Staring at you, mesmerized at how you look like one of those paintings you showed him of women exposing their bodies with not a care in the world. He recalls one in particular. The angle shocked him at first. It was called The Origin of the World, L’Origine du Monde, it rolled out of your lips in French like honey. It portrayed the bare torso and thighs of a woman. She’s sort of sensually contorted, soft curves, legs open, where the main focus is her sex, accentuated by the black hair around the mound and slightly parted lips.

He remembers your fingers slowly drawing those lines in the open book over your lap.

“Don’t you wanna touch her?” You asked. “She’s inviting you to.”

“I'd rather touch you,” he replied, having his hand drawing the real lines of your body after that.

Now, Joe Teague is no prude. He’s seen his fair share, but when it comes to art he can’t help but sometimes blush at the thought of someone in the past painting those lines so perfectly, so accurately, so beautifully. That’s what art is, you said to him. It provokes. Whether you hate it or you love it. There’s freedom in that. In a society where decency, morals and Religion is supposed to be the compass, art breaks and ignores those rules. It follows the artist’s muse wherever it takes him.

And here you lay in the bed, a masterpiece that exists only for his viewing. If he was an artist, he’d pick up a canvas, a brush, and paint to depict this moment exactly of you peacefully sleeping, of your body completely relaxed. It’d beat all those paintings you’ve shown him. He’d hang it right above his bed, so he could look at you every night before succumbing to slumber.

Part of him doesn’t want to disturb you, but there’s that everlasting spell that you cast upon him, compelling every part of his body to consume you entirely. It’s been too long since he’s had you like this. Okay, it’s been only a few days, but it truly feels like years. He misses you like crazy and can't stand staring at you without holding you in his arms for one more second.

With the towel still secured around his waist, he climbs into bed, the springs complain at his weight as he lays by your side. He gently cups your face, brushing his fingers along your jaw to pull you out of your dreams softly. He whispers your name in your ear, peppers your face with kisses as you regain consciousness.

“Wake up, sweetheart. I miss you,” he pleads, his voice sounding tired and needy.

“Hmm,” blinded by the dim light, you barely open your eyes, and burrow your head in his chest instead.

You can't believe Joe's here. It feels like you're still dreaming and this is just a figment of your imagination.

He hugs you closer as his fingers run down your spine and lets you adjust for a minute as you come out of that limbo between dreams and reality.

“You've showered,” you realize, capturing the familiar soap scent spread across his skin, and tilt your head back to look at his eyes.

“Uh-hm,” the corners of his lips curve up, as his hand moves to frame your chin.

“I've really missed you,” you echo those same words from earlier that feel heavier at this hour in your stomach.

“I'm here now,” his forehead touches yours.

“Kiss me,” you demand, just as needy as the dark lust his eyes bear. His fingers tighten on your cheeks, prying your mouth open to make room for his tongue. He claims those desperate words out of your lips, drinking in kiss after kiss as if your mouth belonged to him. His tongue runs wilder than ever – dominating, insatiable, ravenous for more. Your moan in his mouth makes his core ache as his hand releases your face and trails down your body, pushing the sheet aside, searching for that sweet spot between your legs. His fingers rub back and forth along your mound and all the way down to your opening. It doesn't take him long to make you wet, and vice versa. His erection stains behind the towel, and you reach with your hands to peel it off him. Your legs lace together as you find a good position to rub his swollen erection between your lips, letting your arousal wrap around him.

Joe swiftly moves to be on top of you, pushing your thighs wide open as far as they can reach before guiding his length between the tenderness of your entrance. The slick and tight pressure of your pussy welcomes that delicious stretch that comes from him filling that aching depth. He presses his whole body against you like the heaviest blanket. Joe gets lost in your kiss while his hips move painfully slow, as if he wanted to draw this forever. As the temperature rises, you claw your nails on his back, leaving red marks on the fabric of his skin. His thrust comes gradually faster, sharper, to the beat of your own heart that grows easily excited as he mumbles how much he loves you and how good you feel.

When he’s close to coming, one of his hands clutches to your ass so hard you can tell he’s leaving marks too, it only aids that raising pleasure that coils in your abdomen like a snake on fire. It pokes from inside, begging to be released from that burning agony.

“Oh, Joe… I’m almost… ” you pant heavily against his neck, his sweat polling around your lips, as you go breathless. “Don’t stop… please, don't stop…”

He grunts wildly above your ear, his back arching harder under your palms, as he makes his life mission to pacify that shared fire growing between the friction of his body against yours.

Tirelessly, he pushes into you over and over. Your body begins to shudder as you reach that high edge, and fall over. Your walls flutter around him as you let out a choked cry. His cock twitches a beat after, gifting you the seed that comes from his own orgasm. It sticks to your walls, warm and heavy. You press your palms to his ass, so he doesn't slip out of you. As overwhelming as it feels, you don't want him to move an inch away from you. Your entrance still contracts around him for a few more seconds as his strength comes out of his mouth between heavy breaths over your neck. His body goes limp on top of you, while his length keeps some of its hardness for a while, as you both descend from the high.

“Oh, God, I've missed this,” you say once your voice comes back. “Promise me you'll come more often.”

Joe lifts his head tiredly, his expression utterly relaxed as he captures your stare, “promise me that you'll marry me and nobody else. Then you can have me whenever you want, sweetheart.”

“You're like a broken record, Dear.”

“Say it,” his tongue flicks along the corner of his lopsided lips.

You think for a moment and still riding that mindless swirl of pleasure you can't help but surrender to his perseverance, “I promise, I'll only marry you, Joe Teague.”

His lips curve up higher, as his thumb touches your temple. “That's all I needed to hear.”

You stick out your head closer, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. If that's what it takes to have him like this every day, so be it. You're damned anyway, you think. Married or not.

He carefully slips out of you once he's completely limp and rolls to the other side of the bed, pulling the sheet over his top half. You reach for the glass on your nightstand to have a swallow of wine, but it's empty, so you grab the half joint instead and light it up. As you take a long drag, you lower your head to Joe's stomach, looking away from him, and then lift your hand for him to take it.

You pass it back and forth twice, and while he takes another hit, your hand slides under the hem of the sheet to play with his cock. Your fingers curling around his soft skin earns you the sweet rumble of a grunt and a few curses buried in his throat. You pump him slowly, getting him to grow firmer in your hand. When he’s hard as a rock, you lean over and wrap your lips around that big, flared head that tastes of you and him on the plane of your tongue.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” his head lolls to the side, taken by the pleasure your mouth offers, he puts the cigarette down and focuses on your head bobbing lower over his lap.

Your eyes flutter as you take him deeper between your teeth, letting him touch the back of your throat. Joe’s hand moves to hold the back of your head. His fingers tangle with your hair as you suck a little harder, swallowing his arousal. You keep a tight grip at the base, pushing a little harder against his balls, while you quickly drive him to insanity with the tip of your tongue swirling around the tip for a moment. Then, you feel his palm growing anxious, pushing your head to go down faster, as his other hand almost rips apart the edge of the mattress that clutches to it for dear life. You let him urge you. You know it makes him feel powerful, and part of you likes it when he takes charge. Obeying his wishes stirs your own arousal, and you ease that ache between your legs by pressing your thighs together.

His cock throbs between your lips, you feel those veins popping as you take him closer to cloud nine. He’s breathless, and groans like an animal at the same time. You suck him with burning passion, reveling in his arousal, until your tongue is fully coated in his seed. You swallow it. Gladly. It’s not the first time you’ve done it, and won’t be the last.

He pulls you up to his side, pressing your body flush against his as he looks at you with that unbridled devotion he can’t let go of. Riding high, he grabs your face, and claims your mouth one more time, unashamed of tasting himself on your lips.

“I’ve never met someone like you,” he mumbles for the umpteenth time, – meaning, he’s never had the pleasure to have someone’s lips eating his cock like you do.

“So you've said,” you grin, palming his broad chest.

“Bears repeating,” his thumb tugs your lower lip, glancing at the way it’s lovely plumped. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“Language, Joseph,” you quip, he chuckles. “You shouldn’t talk like that to your future wife.”

“Future wives don’t do what you just did with their mouths, either.”

“Hmm, I’m special.”

“That you are, sweetheart,” he purrs and seals your mouth once more, promising long-lasting love and many nights like this to come.

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