#I'm falling out of the fandom so let's see how long I'll keep on posting about this. ^^'

[spark-river]

Lucifer: You're disowned, son.

Mammon: First time he acknowledges your creation and you're already out of the will.

Satan: *About to burn something down*

[lilolilyr]

Mostly a generic Witcher series moodboard but I did make it while reading the Accidental Warlord series by @inexplicifics and I can only recommend everyone read it as well it's really good <3

~~~ continue reading ~~~

The problem with reading extremely amazing more than book length with spin offs canon-divergence fic big on the divergence part? There's no way I'll go back to normal fic after this because this is way better than anything canon related! Oh well, it's nice while it lasts, and there are always other fandoms to go to for a long while until I've forgotten this series enough that I can read more canon compliant shit again xD

On the topic of forgetting things tho - I do that quite quickly and frequently, so I write summaries of longfics and series I read especially wips, and this one turned too long for the Ao3 bookmark - even though I'm only summarizing the main fics where the plot happens - so here we go instead! reading feb25, am at 21/1 making this post, but I'll keep updating the summary. Which, yeah, the rest of the post is my excuse to keep the summary on tumblr xD

Oh also, i had read the star wars version of this by BairnSidhe first before i even realized it's based on this! The fic is also very very good.

more like it: https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inspired%20by%20The%20Accidental%20Warlord%20and%20His%20Pack%20Series%20-%20inexplicifics/works

~

spoilers p1 - with a conquering air

Jaskier is sent as a tribute, given up as a sacrifice by his family and the other royalty, who think he'll be raped and killed by the Witchers.

When Eskel meets him in Kaer Mohen, he frees Jaskier from his bindings and brings him to Gerald and Yennefer. When she finds out he's a bard she decides Geralt needs a court bard, and Jaskier stays with them. He also tutors Ciri.

Jaskier finds that Geralt is kind, nice to Ciri, lets his friends tease him... and Geralt is hot. Jaskier starts falling in lust and love with him, and a year after he arrives they get together

spoilers p4 - only love proudly and gladly and well

Jaskier's home country negotiates a treaty with the Witchers. Jaskier rewrites the whole thing in their favor and accompanies the witchers and Yennefer there.

Jaskier helps clear up misconceptions about the Witchers to some younger court people, among them Milena of Roggeven, telling to them all about how nice the witchers treated him despite him being sent as a sacrifice, and how he fell in love with Geralt.

The witchers learn that way about him being a sacrifice in the first place. They have his father sent away, threatening to kill him should they ever see him again, and have the king sign the treaty without any changes.

Back home, several eligible women come to court Geralt. Yennefer and Jaskier make plans to make their stay miserable, as well as creating a set of rules for potential wives, including needing to accept Ciri as heir, and getting her approval for the position.

Jaskier also thinks about whether he wants his relationship with Geralt to be made official and decides that if Geralt wants that, he wants it too.

Milena is one of the ladies in waiting sent with the women, befriends Jaskier and falls in love with Lambert.

A princess attacks Jaskier, he survives, she is sent home via portal accompanied by angry witchers. The other women are kicked out, except Milena who swears loyalty.

spoilers p9 - your faults had made me love you more

Milena finds her place in Kaer Moen, teaching Ciri, helping Yennefer with Geralt's correspondence, sending letters home, helping Triss in the still, doing embroidery, learning dagger fighting from Lambert and teaching him to braid her hair.

Milena gets together with Lambert

Zofia, a human fighter woman and another witcher's lover, has some advice for her: to wait until she's ready to sleep with him, where a more private place to bathe is during her monthlies, and that witchers' lovers end up almost as immortal as the witchers themselves.

spoilers p11 - Twirl Three Notes and Make a Star

The witcher is invited to an even festival. Jaskier, Ciri and 13 witchers incl Eskel journey there also so Jaskier and Ciri won't be home for the Witcher Trials. They save a family of elves from a monster and Ciri befriends the kid.

Eskel and Jaskier grow closer. Jaskier knows Geralt would take Eskel to bed if he asked and suspects Eskel thinks the same of Geralt. Once they meet at the festival all three get together.

Jaskier meets a historian elf and invites him to Kaer Morhen to write the Witcher histories.

spoilers p14 - I Have Heart-Fire and Singing to Give

At some point I think before this part

Jaskier goes to Oxenfurt with Milena and 20 witchers to guard them incl Eskel and Lambert. During his performance, Milena is kidnapped through a portal and before they can do anything Jaskier is kidnapped through another one, Eskel stabbed as he follows them.

The plot was made by Milena's sister Marta, the princess Agatha who stabbed Jaskier before, and a sorceress. Marta wants the shame of her sister living with witchers removed from her family, Agatha just wants revenge.

Jaskier bandages Eskel, Milena has hairpins to unlock their shackles and hidden daggers from Lambert. When they confront them, Agatha tries to stab Milena and Milena kills her. Jaskier knocks out the sorceress, and the spell hiding them is lifted so Yennefer can find them.

Marta begs them not to have her actions affect her family and their little sister Marika. Jaskier offers for Marta to go into exile in a part of the wolf's country where they stopped on their way to an elf festival, in return for the baron's daughter becoming another lady in waiting for Ciri, so Marta won't have to be killed

spoilers p20 - The Debt Is Terrible That Must Be Paid In Song

Jaskier is temporarily turned into 6y/o Julian, scared of his own father and any adult men in power.

Smelling his dear and being angry of his father's treatment of him, Aubrey, who looks out for him like an older brother, realizes the treatment of the witchers-to-be is wrong. Once Jaskier is turned back, it is put to a vote, and decided that the training will change - from now on they will be trained like Ciri is, and she will train with them.

Spoilers p24 - the Shadow of the Mountains Will Not Fall

Geralt is dangerously injured in a plot by the king of temeria. He lives but requires many potions. Ciri organizes the trainees to help brew more while Jaskier organizes the rest of the castle.

Eskel kills the king and anyone else in the plot, then puts Griffin, a minor baron from the countryside who had no idea what's going on, on the throne.

In p25 we learn Emhyr var Emreis actually had something to do with the plot. He then learns who Ciri is and decides they need to try diplomacy instead.

Spoilers p28 - Found At Last In Meeting Eyes

Griffin, the new King of Temeria, needs a wife to establish his lineage and to help him rule the basically completely new court because everyone from the old one was killed... he asks the Warlord for aid in finding him a wife.

He has help from his older sister Tara in running the household, but they're worried about their youngest sister, 14 y/o Nix, who is a wildling and wouldn't do well at court, and while that's alright for a baron's youngest, it's not for a princess, and she'd be in danger if left home for much longer but miserable at court or married off... He and Tara decide that it will be a good question to pose to any potential wives(queens), will they try to break Nix's spirit or understand the true difficulties or even have valuable advice?

Marika, middle sister of Roggeven, decides that Milena is the only person in her family worth anything, and also her only chance at a good life, and begs her sister to find her a husband. She takes her dowry and her loyal maid Kasia and two guards and leaves for Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier introduces Marika and Griffin without telling them their true identities, so Marika only learns he's a king once she's already interested in him. Milena reassures her that she's a proper match for a king - not just a duke's daughter, but basically a sister by marriage to the Warlord through Milena and Lambert.

Marika suggests Nix could be a lady in waiting for Ciri.

P30 - Oh, Be For Me The Sky

Cat witcher Dragonfly comes across Livi, young noble Redanian noblewoman Oliwia, while on patrol, and Livi begs sanctuary from the White Wolf. She's fleeing from an arranged marriage to an older noble known for killing his wives and other young girls.

Livi stays in Kaer Morhen as Eskel's secretary and falls in love with Dragonfly.

Because the king clearly isn't keeping his nobles under control, Geralt wants to declare war on Redania.

P35 - Into the Light Out of Darkness

They plan to go Redania and observe to find more obvious breeches of the treaty because Cintra etc would be mad about conquering for just some 'minor' infractions. The plan is to go on 'progress' touring the established territory + visiting Redania to talk to the king about what's going on there and hopefully find a good reason to get rid of him

Meanwhile, Milena's friend Aleksander 'Sasha' is made Duke after the old Duke Oliwia was supposed to marry dies. Aleksander learns from the King and a mage that they have taken a witcher prisoner in Aleksander's new home and are using his blood on girls turning them into almost-witchers but killing most of them in the process. The Mage makes it so he can't talk about it to anyone, and stays with him to watch his correspondence. He has a magic box for writing Milena though and secretly sends her a letter.

Now, the Witchers have a reason to go to war. King Eist of Cintra and young Prince(?) Xenon of (?)(can't keep the damn names straight) bear witness to make sure Calanthe etc won't think the Warlord is conquering for no reason. They go to free the Witcher and young Zia, an outspoken former peasant girl, and Maja, Ada and Elena, burn down the house, then go kill the king. Aleksander comes to Kaer Morhen, his brother is the new Duke.

P38 - That Is Born Out Of Agony

(skipped C1 bc rape warning) Renfri, after killing a man who meant to hurt her, and on the run from mage Stragomir, decides to go to the Witchers for justice, even if they will slay her because she is cursed. If anyone kills her, it should be the White Wolf.

She stumbles into a dwarf tunnel, and journeyman Gilmeth takes her to his family home. Renfri uses the name Shrike and doesn't say she's royal. Gilmeth's grandfather has business with the Wolf (Renfri's stepmother allows mistreatment of nonhumans) and takes her and Gilmeth through dwarven routes to the mountain. Once they get back above ground, Stregomir finds them, but so do two witchers, they put an anti magic chain on him and Renfri and they all swear not to do harm, she swears not to do them harm of her free will, and they're taken to Kaer Morhen.

Geralt slays Strgomir for his lies and allows Renfri to stay as long as she likes. Ciri introduces her to Zofia. The dwarves also stay and design a better gatehouse as Gilmeth's mastery. Renfri's stepmother is killed by Witcher Coën who Renfri befriends, Renfri's father didn't know but also doesn't seem to care about her much except trying to avoid looking at her because she looks like his late wife. Renfri stays in Kaer Morhen.

P44 - Flung to Catch a Star

Emrys of Nilfgard sends prince Morvran Voorhis to negotiate a treaty with the White Wolf.

When Letho and other witchers meet the Nilfgardians and have them swear not to harm anyone in Kaer Morhen, three groomers and Morvran's personal manservant lie. The manservant had orders from a Nilfgardian royal (Evertsen not Emrys) to kidnap Ciri, the groomsmen had orders to hurt the horses, two for their own gain, one, Ilimar Laret, because his Lord threatened Laret's wife. He's taken with them and the wife rescued, the rest is killed.

Morvran has orders to both get the treaty and win Ciri's hand in marriage, and didn't expect that she's not open for political marriage, or any marriage until she's 18. When Geralt asks him why he even wants to be emperor, and explains that he and Ciri will be leaders only to protect people, Morvran reconsiders and vows to be a man the Witchers can respect.

Morvran's knight bodyguard(?) Cahir spends time with the oldest Witcher trainees, a mixed school group incl. Eryk, who has a puppy love crush on Eskel. Cahir is in Emrys service as a political hostage, and comes to trust and believe in Movran properly during their time in Kaer Morhan when Movran invites him to speak freely, listens to him, takes him into his personal service, and offers him use of his first name in private. Sergeant Hanif is also part of some of their meetings.

Geralt says no treaty as long as Evertsen has any power, Emrys sends them Evertson as a prisoner and he's killed. Yennefer can make portals to and from Nilfgard much easier than should be possible, Jaskier suspects it's because she's getting so much practice.

While treaty proceedings are underway, Princess Rhiannon of Poviss comes to ask for Poviss to join the Warlord's lands because it's the sensible thing to do. Geralt accepts and it will be official when they'll visit Poviss during Progress. When Cahir hears of this, he's at first angry because Poviss gives up the kind of independence his own country (Vicovaro) wishes it had from Nilfgard, but he understands Wolfland isn't Nilfgard.

~

The treaty is finally made with three conditions: from the Wolf, a) that Movran tells Emrys Ciri won't come to Nilfgard except to conquer it as long as there are slaves, and b) (secret to anyone else), Movran swears to work towards a Nilfgard that no longer has slaves. And from Emrys, that Ciri and Geralt will come and meet him on neutral ground.

P45 Wrapped in the Wind and the Sun

Yennefer meets Fringilla to renew their friendship and ally against the Brotherhood.

& Here's a couple

Other

Versions

Of

The moodboard :D

Main image sources here, more sources: Yennefer Eskel Ciri2 Geralt2 potions ruins Witcher

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3478006

[somewheres-woods]

Introduction Of Somewhere's Woods

Brief Introduction.

About Me.

Asks/Requests. <- Please read before sending asks.

Who Can Interact?

Current Taglist.

Hello, there! You can call me Woods. This is a silly blog created with the intention of relearning how to write. I've been experiencing a lot of brain fog recently, so I wanted to try to clear my head by doing something I loved doing back when I first discovered fandoms; reading and writing fanfic.

I'm currently focused on Predator, but that's not to say that I won't add things from other fandoms that I'm in eventually.

The kind of writing I do can vary from long, detailed fics (rare), and short silly drabbles. Think of this blog as a scrapbook of sorts.

I won't write smut or gendered readers. I aim for inclusiveness in my writing because I know what it's like growing up as a trans kid in fandoms and having nothing for me. As for smut, I'm just not comfortable with it. If I decide to write anything suggestive, then it will be on my own terms.

About Me.

Not a lot to say other than what's been stated in my bio, but I'll repeat it here anyway.

I'm eighteen, I identify as aroace, I'm an INFP, I use they/them pronouns online, I identify as agender.

I enjoy metal and rock music, but I also listen to other genres. Some of my first examples are Deftones, Slipknot, Korn, Highly Suspect, Sleep Token, Skillet, She Wants Revenge, Nirvana, Falling In Reverse, Linkin Park, MSI, etc.

I yap a lot.

I'm very autistic.

Potential ADHD too.

I tend to only focus on one fandom at a time.

...

Uhhh... talking about myself is hard. I'd be horrible on a dating app if I wasn't aroace lmao.

Asks/Requests.

I have decided not to take requests anymore due to my sporadic motivation. I won't write long fics unless I want to, and I generally only feel like writing my own ideas.

Asking me to expand on your ideas/headcanons is completely fine! I actually enjoy writing things like that since I can get pretty detailed with it, and it's relatively easy to jump into. However, if I feel like the ask is too much like a request, I will end up not answering it.

Asks are always encouraged! I enjoy interacting with people who are interested in the things I like. Feel free to ask questions about my characters or clan lore or even ask me to expand on it.

If you ask me a question and I take a while to answer, just please be patient. I do have a life outside of Tumblr, and bills won't pay themselves, unfortunately.

Anonymous asks are turned on, just please don't spam.

This portion is subject to change at any given time.

Who Can Interact?

Literally anyone! I don't mind so long as we're respectful and remember fandom etiquette. This is an LGBTQ+ safe space, obviously, and bigots will simply be ignored and blocked.

I don't care if minors interact with my posts, I generally try to keep things non sexual anyway, but do keep in mind that what you willingly choose to consume in media is not my responsibility. I am not responsible for your unrestricted Internet access. Just don't be weird, or you will get blocked.

I will place a warning on posts that I deem as suggestive or sexual, so proceed at your own risk after reading the warnings.

I do want to branch out and make new friends on Tumblr! However, if you do choose to interact with me with the intention of becoming my friend, I do ask that you're at least 17+. This is just a personal preference as I'd rather have online friends closer to my age or older.

Current Taglist.

Let me know if you wish to be added or removed from this taglist! This taglist will be copied and pasted onto any future fics/long drabbles. This will not be used for asks. If you want to see more consistent updates from me, then feel free to follow me!

Taglist [OPEN] — @nerdylawyerbanditprofessor-blog , @distinguishedprincesstrash , @gremlinartstudio , @me753 , @juuuuno-o , @badbye666 , @yoonsilly , @mei-simp , @theclownkisser , @strawberrybl1ss , @pink-sunrise-56

[abyss-strikas]

Everybody is throwing in their two cents about what's going on, and although I wasn't going to do it since everyone has said what needs to be said, I do just want to say something about a couple of things.

Everyone who is a creative, everyone who writes fanfics, draws art, makes edits, etc., your work should be made for you first. If you try to pivot into a trend that other people are doing, just to not feel left behind, and you're forcing yourself to do it, you're not going to be happy with the final result.

Even with something you've spent so much time on and you're proud of, please don't feel discouraged. I've been in those situations where I spent so much time on a project that when I didn't see the results I wanted, I wasn't in a good state of mind for those next few days and that was exhausting for myself. It wasn't anyone's fault that I didn't get the reaction I wanted, I set myself up for a fall that I wouldn't have been able to come back from if I let myself keep falling into that mindset.

So if something like that happens, please do not get discouraged and keep going. Continue perfecting your craft in the way you want. Someone will love your ideas about certain characters or certain headcanons, someone else will like your edits, someone else will like your sketchy art or finished piece, and someone else will like the small story that you wrote. Just so as long as that creative project you make touches someone in a way that makes them happy or makes them think or whatever, to me that feels enough.

No one has to like everything that is posted in to a fandom, and no one should feel forced to jump on certain bandwagons (trends, headcanons, ships, favorite canon characters, etc.). The one thing I like about Tumblr is that I am able to curate my experience on what I see on my dahsboard or in the tags I like to go through. If you don't like what you see on your dashboard or in the tags, use the filtering options or block the person. The filtering options are not always perfect but they are there for you to use. Just don't get upset if someone uses it on you and you don't like that. No one should feel guilty about deciding whether to block someone or not, especially if it helps your mental state.

Now, when it comes to voicing out your opinion, you should at least be respectful about how you go about saying it. Anyone can rant, that's totally fine, but keep in mind that someone else is going to read it. A complete stranger with a screen being the only barrier between you and them. So if you want to make a rant and post it to what is essentially a public forum, be mindful of how you say it. Or really, if that rant starts getting too much, find some other place that is private to make that rant. We don't always have to know what everyone is feeling, especially if they are very, very negative. Inside thoughts should stay inside.

That's all I want to say. I love and appreciate y'all, for all the work people do for this fandom, for all the drawings and whatever fics you post, every edit and rambling on headcanons or theories, I'm just happy to see this series still be loved by a lot of people. I'll do my best to keep posting the stuff I want to post, cause I know people like what I do and I like what they do as well.

[yukidragon]

Okay question for the queen of ideas and the mother of the Snaccpop fandom. I had started making an au for SDJ based off the song Fall little Wendy Bird Fall, by Lydia the bard, and even came up with a backstory similar to the whole song. I had been a little nervous to ask but how would Alice live in this kind of au? Recently Lydia came out with the sequel to the song, Take the shot. So. If you give those songs a listen you can get the gist of my idea. Jo is captain hook, jack is Peter pan/tink!

I'm so honored and overwhelmed by being given such grand titles. You're so sweet!💕

I think mixing these two concepts together is really creative. I just love your design for Jack as a mixture of Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. He looks so menacing yet whimsical, which really matches the world that the songs create.

By the way, here's the links to both of the songs and animatics. I highly recommend giving them a watch if you haven't seen them yet. They're really such bangers with great visuals. I can't tell you how many times I've listened to the first song on repeat, and now I'm doing it again with the second.

Content Warning: The animatics contain violence against children, murder of a child, toxic relationships, trauma, and emotional manipulation. This post will touch on those themes as well as chronic illness, terminal illness, body horror, childhood abuse, and the Adults Only yandere horror and mature themes present in Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack and Sunshine in Hell.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

It's really interesting how Lydia the Bard takes elements of the original book and the various tales Disney has told about Peter Pan and Tinkerbell to make such a compelling world. I just love what was done with the story. It's a huge improvement over the original novel in my humble opinion.

In this world, fairies are born from a baby's first laugh and live only as long as the human that created them continues to believe in fairies. If the belief disappears, they die. You can really understand why Tinkerbell and the fairies have gone to such lengths due to how fragile their existence is.

The most human monsters are the ones with a motivation that you can understand and even sympathize with, even if you don't agree with what they're doing. It's truly horrifying what lengths a person might go if pushed to their breaking point.

Really, I'd argue that these these fairies have quite a few things in common with Jack. He's tied to the the love his sunshine has for him. He also exists hanging from the fragile thread of belief, and that desperate desire to survive has the potential to drive him to do truly terrible things. He's also close to human, but not quite, and he also has supernatural powers that have yet to truly be unleashed.

Assigning the Roles

So you want to know how I would combine Sunshine in Hell with the Tinkerbell Villain Song series into an AU? Hmm... that might be a bit of a challenge, but I'll take a crack at it!

While I really like the idea of Joseph being Captain Hook and Jack being a combination of Peter and Tinkerbell, I'm more inclined to think that MC fits the role of Peter Pan better in a lot of ways when using the songs as a general guide. Just change Tinkerbell's role from a false mother for the children she kidnapped to one of a yandere keeping his lover someplace they will never leave.

This isn't to discourage your take on blending these characters in your story in any way. I think your ideas sound like a lot of fun! Having an MC torn between Peter Pan/Tinkerbell/Jack and Captain Hook/Joseph would be a delightfully spicy love triangle, with plenty of opportunities for complicated emotions and yandere horror from both. I'm really curious to see what you do with the story.

All that's to say that I'm treating mashing these different stories together as a writing prompt and letting the ideas that the resulting collision sparks drag me off in whatever direction it takes me. Where will I go with this post? Nobody knows, not even me, but I hope you enjoy the ride.

Anyway, getting back to my thoughts about blending the stories together and who might best fit which role...

Tinkerbell is bound to Peter Pan and his belief in fairies, and she'll keep him locked up in a fantasy world to forever play pretend in order to survive. Jack is likewise creating a fantasy life for MC, distracting them from the real world to focus only on their love for him. He wants to take care of MC, and Tinkerbell put herself in the role of caregiver for Peter.

Jack and Tinkerbell won't allow anyone to destroy this fragile life they've built or steal away the one person they love and need more than anyone else.

What's also fitting is how torn Peter is about taking out Tinkerbell despite everything she's done. MC doesn't want to let go of Jack either, and the idea of him disappearing is devastating to them.

Then of course there's Alice's feelings on the matter and whether she fits in the role of Peter. Really, her personality is closest to Wendy's.

Then again, Peter Pan's personality is pretty... ehhh, not Jack. Same with Tinkerbell. Or any of the characters really. Jack is pretty one of a kind after all. So let's not worry about personality and just focus on narrative parallels and general vibes for now.

It's also possible to argue that Joseph as Peter Pan and Jack as Tinkerbell is also fitting. Jack is a persona that Joseph created, much like how fairies are created by human babies and forever connected to that child. Jack and Joseph are forever connected whether they like it or not.

Heck, the aspect of fairies being created by a baby's first laugh is fitting with this comparison. Jack is a clown, and clowns are supposed to make people laugh. I can imagine the actors being tied to fairies that look like their clown counterparts from the SunnyTime Crew Show.

Shifting tracks a bit... I'm reminded of a theory I once heard about Captain Hook representing adulthood encroaching on Neverland, which the eternal child Peter Pan would defeat time after time. In this way, his childhood games never end and the world of adulthood won't ever force him to grow up.

Joseph being Captain Hook while Jack is Peter Pan would be fitting with that sort of comparison. These characters would be reflections of each other. Hell, with both of them looking identical, it'd fit in with a theory I heard that Hook used to be a Lost Boy before Peter ever came to Neverland. In that sense, Peter is Hook's replacement.

Of course, this theory doesn't really fit in with the story we see play out in the animatics. Tinkerbell needs Peter to live, not Hook, so he's not replacing anyone. She's trapped a child in an eternal dream of childhood so that he remains innocent, ignorant, and pliable to her will. It's a chilling story of a person kidnapping a child to become the role of his mother and keep him for herself forever.

The themes of childhood and adulthood that are such a big part of the story of Peter Pan would be symbolic rather than literal when mixing it with the story of Sunny Day Jack. The main characters aren't going to be eternal children, but fully grown adults solidly in their mid-twenties. I mean it is an adults only story after all. I'm not letting children anywhere near the hanky panky.

There are heavy themes of nostalgia in Sunny Day Jack. Nostalgia is something we can't help but seek out, and we risk being chained down by it. I can see those themes working well with the themes of childhood innocence in conflict with the harshness of the adult world and how even as adults we can still cling to the comfortable familiarly and simplicity of childhood. MC can't let go of Ian, who they've known since the first grade in the game after all. In many ways, Ian and the relationship they had represents childhood, nostalgia, and simpler times.

Heh, imagine Jack as Tinkerbell, MC as Peter Pan, and Ian as Wendy. Or, really, any of the other love interests. No matter who is Wendy's role better grow some wings real fast...

All these possibilities and thematic similarities might be the crux of why I keep going in circles about the roles in this ramble. Tinkerbell has the yandere vibes that fit Jack, but Peter Pan also fits Jack because he whisks Wendy off to a magical land of adventure. However, in the story of Tinkerbell as the villain, Peter is one of her victims too, just like Wendy.

Hmm... this makes me think about how Nick was attacked by Jack, and how Jack seemed so shaken up by Shaun's appearance. Wendy can be any or all of the love interests. Her role could potentially be divided between the three of them. Hell, Wendy has two brothers, so the three Darling siblings could be good roles for all three love interests.

MC just has to spend time with other people, don't they. They can't just stay in Neverland where it's safe and always happy and be satisfied with only Jack, no, no. This is a world made just for them, so how is it not enough? Everything they ever wanted is here in this magical land of fantasy! Jack was being generous letting them go off and bring in other people to play in their world for a little while, but now MC wants to leave? Forever!?

Jack can't allow that.

So in this case, Wendy would be whatever love interest MC has fallen in love with that isn't Jack. Shaun, Ian, or Nick fit the role.

Pffffffffffff, I just got this hilarious thought of Barry as Captain Hook. I mean, if MC is Peter Pan, then the "daily grind" they have to deal with constantly is battling the pirates. Jack does try to help make their job more fun, which fits Tinkerbell's whole making everything into one big eternal adventure game for Peter to play.

Hmm... yeah, I think I like the vibes of this setup, so let's run with it. Here's the roles as I see them so far:

Tinkerbell: Jack

Peter Pan: MC

Wendy John, and Michael Darling: Shaun, Ian, and Nick.

Captain Hook: Barry

Mr. Smee: Carol

I know I mashed the Darlings together along with the other three love interests, but I figure since Wendy's role would be whichever love interest the MC chooses instead of Jack. In that sense, they're technically interchangeable for these roles until the MC chooses to pick a Wendy.

Though if I was to decide solidly who is who when casting the roles on just vibes alone...

Shaun gets the role of Wendy. He's important to MC and brings them out of the little fantasy world they were in after they slept with Jack. He's someone they care about deeply already and have some skinship going on with hugs and ear scritches. His presence is refreshing in their life. He's the closest person to them right now after the breakup with Ian.

So I suppose then that Ian would be John, as the second Darling child, and the youngest Michael would be Nick, as Nick was the last love interest to be added. Not much in the way of vibes, I know, but we'll just have to take what we can get. As I said before, they could be easily swapped around in these three roles.

Another way to go could be to make all the love interests Lost Boys, with Jack being Peter Pan, and we have MC as Wendy torn between them in typical dating sim style. Though that might be best left for a mashup between SDJ and vanilla Peter Pan. The Villain Tinkerbell story has decidedly changed a number of very important elements after all.

What role might Joseph have then if I was to give him one separate from Jack? Periwinkle, Tinkerbell's twin sister who is thus also tied to Peter Pan. We even get to see a cameo of her in the second song animatic, even if we don't see her wreaking havoc with her sister.

Adding Periwinkle to the mix with Tinkerbell fits thematically with the way Jack has divided his sense of self into Joseph and Sunny Day Jack. Granted, this is more of a division of identity than becoming two entirely separate people, but it fits the vibes.

Jack and Joseph aren't so separate that they're actually two different people altogether. In Sunshine in Hell, Joseph's personality bleeds all throughout Jack. He's wearing the mask of Sunny Day Jack and trying desperately to live the part. He knows all the SunnyTime Crew Show canon and has lost himself to the role, but all actors, consciously or not, weave themselves into the character they play.

Jack is a mixture of Joseph Cullman and Sunny Day Jack, whether he wants to admit it or not.

Soooooo... unless I want to go the route that he divided himself in two to banish Joseph from himself for good or something like that and eventually merges back into one after learning to accept himself... I don't think Joseph should have a separate role from Jack, at least not when we're talking about using Sunshine in Hell's continuity for this crossover AU.

Joseph and Sunny Day Jack are two aspects of Jack, so this poor mixed up man is sticking with one role to play, which is of a yandere fairy desperate to keep his sunshine. Forever.

Huh. A thought just struck me that further cements Jack in the role of Tinkerbell. Remember the post I made about the issues Jack has with death and how the idea of his sunshine growing old and dying will trigger his trauma? I'm sure he'd consider taking a page from this fairy's playbook by whisking MC off to land where they'll never grow old and die.

Well, now that I've settled the broad strokes of who gets what basic role, I think it's time to start narrowing our scope a bit. The characters might be cast in certain roles, but they each have their own distinct personalities that will change how the story unfolds. The choices they make can lead to good things happening, or a Bad End.

We also need to set the stage a bit in order to understand this world a little better.

Creating Neverland

The choices Alice makes aren't going to apply to most MCs. I mean heck, if she has the role of Peter Pan, she's picking her Tinkerbell Jack rather than Wendy. You all know by now that Alice and Jack are my OTP. She's going to choose to stay with him rather than run away with someone else.

This gives me a thought... Okay, now hear me out. What if the connection between fairies and humans is that they are soulmates?

Remember when I talked about how soulmates work in the Omegaverse AU? Soulmates in that universe share their strengths, pain, and pleasure. If one of them dies, the other will as well.

Yes, yes, I know the crux of the conflict in the animatic is that the fairies can die if their human stops believing, but I'm pretty sure that if Peter Pan died, Tinkerbell would too. Likewise I'd argue that Peter isn't going to survive in Neverland without Tinkerbell and her magic. Not to mention we don't know what might happen to a human who still believes in fairies when their fairy is murdered. The magical connection between them is still active at the time after all...

If the magic can create life, then it might be able to take it away just as easily.

Regardless of how it works in the song universe, we're talking about an alternate universe here, one that mashes in a few other stories with their own rules to how things work. Plus whatever vibes I feel the setting. I think we can be pretty free to do whatever we want here. As we should when writing our own stories. ;3

Really, it's interesting to think of how the fairy tied to their human child would technically be a little younger than them. After all, the baby has to be old enough to have their first laugh. Despite this, fairies appear to be created fully grown, which is how Tinkerbell could take the place of Peter Pan's real mother.

I'm not cool with the implications this sort of mother/child dynamic would have on any sort of romance between the pair, even a yandere one, so this is another detail I'm going to tweak. I'm going to say that fairies age at the same rate as the human that they're connected to. Jack and Alice are basically the same age mentally and physically.

The fairies aren't born beside the baby whose laugh brought them into the world. Instead, when a new fairy is born, it's in their homeland of Neverland, specifically Pixie Hollow. The older fairies communally raise the newborn fairy since they can't reproduce on their own and thus there's no direct bond of parent and child. Jack was no different than any other fairy in this regard.

Soulmates don't necessarily involve just two parties. Much like the example of Periwinkle, Tinkerbell, and Peter Pan, sometimes there is more than one fairy tied to a single human. The reverse can happen as well, when a fairy isn't created until all the humans they are bound to have their first laugh.

So, yes, polycule soulmates can happen in this universe. They're much more rare than pairs, but they do happen sometimes. While I won't be dividing Jack and Joseph into two people, the option is there for those who want to explore it~

The life of a fairy is often very short and getting shorter with each passing generation. Growing cynicism and lack of belief in all things magic among humans shortens how long a child might believe in in the existence fairies. Living a long life as a fairy is painfully rare in the present day.

Not every human can create a fairy, otherwise there would be hundreds of thousands of fairies born every single day given how many human babies are born daily. A human doesn't have to know of the existence of fairies to create one, as a baby wouldn't know what a fairy is when they laugh for the first time. It's theorized among fairy scholars that by being soulmates with a fairy, the human has a natural subconscious belief in them, as well as their own form of magic that they can't consciously access. The creation of fairies is a mysterious miracle that not even they truly understand even after centuries of research and experimentation.

As you might expect, the fairies have a vested interest in understanding how this magic that keeps them alive works when each generation's lifespan is shorter than the last.

Centuries ago, humans and fairies intermingled across the world. It was only natural, given that they are literal soulmates. Long ago a fairy would seek out their human and they would live together happily. The bond they had was special, sacred, and full of love. They completed each other.

Unfortunately, there was no shortage of those who would covet the magic of fairies for themselves. Humans have always outnumbered the fairies, even when belief in fairies and magic was strong. Though humans didn't have magic, they learned ways they could trap or trick a fairy to exploit them. Worst of all, the humans learned how to use the fairies' own pixie dust against them. The power of pixie dust alone was incentive enough to capture, torture, enslave, and even butcher such magical tiny beings. Every part of a fairy's body had magic to it as well and could be used as a potent ingredient for some brew, medicine, or hex.

This forced fairies to go into hiding, even if it meant leaving their human soulmate behind or never finding them to begin with. Unfortunately, these greedy humans were relentless, constantly hunting the fairies down no matter where they hid. They blackmailed and tortured the fairies' human partners in order to get their fairy soulmates.

Finally, in desperation the fairies banded together in a mssive undertaking, pooling an unimaginable amount of pixie dust and other magics together to create a safe haven far, far across the sea they came to call Neverland. It would be an impossible island to find unless someone knew to follow a specific star, as Neverland exists in a space that isn't really on any maps due to magic.

The fairies didn't go to Neverland alone, as they brought allies they could still trust along with them, which consisted mostly of other magical creatures like mermaids. Some fairies insisted on bringing their human partners as well, though was severe resistance to the idea. Understandably, even though fairies are tied so intimately with humans, most were resentful, wary, and afraid of all humans after all the cruelty they suffered. Even soulmates were seen with suspicion, especially when there were rumors that some soulmates betrayed their fairies.

Despite the pushback, a small number of humans were brought to Neverland, but only those bound to fairies who could be even remotely trusted. The pockets of human settlements in Neverland the present day, including the pirates, are the descendants of those original humans and the rare human a fairy would bring in later on from the outside world.

Fun fact: even in the original novel, people did age in Neverland. Lost Boys grew up and left, and even Tinkerbell had passed away well before the end of the novel. Only Peter Pan seems to be immune to the affects of aging and death.

Of course, the Disney movie/shows and the animatics play with different rules than the novel, but who stays an eternal child still seems to be selective. Either way, I'm changing the rules again since no one is staying a child forever in this AU.

I'm just going to say that because Neverland itself is made from the magic of countless fairies, the land itself will nourish and heal them. A fairy's body is eternally replenished as long as they remain in Neverland. This means that while they grow up at a normal rate, they more or less stop aging when their bodies are at peak health. Old age is more or less just the body slowly breaking down after all. This means that the fairies become immune from the affects of old age while in Neverland.

This applies to their soulmates as well due to them being connected to that same magic.

Of course, just because a human or fairy won't die of old age in Neverland doesn't mean that they can't be killed. They have a much greater resistance against death in Neverland and can take a lot of punishment there, but healing magic doesn't make them invincible. The pirates are a very real and constant threat, as are dangerous creatures like the crocodile.

Neverland was created to be a safe haven, but that doesn't make it a perfect paradise.

Hundreds of years of history pass, and for the majority of the fairies have given up on finding their human soulmates. Only a small percentage fairies in each generation have been brave enough to travel back to the human world even attempt to find them among the ever growing sea of humans.

A strong resentment towards humans among the fairies still lingers to this day, exasperated by the bloodthirsty pirate attacks and their ever dwindling life expectancy as belief in magic slowly dies out in the human world. With so many fairies dying without their human soulmate ever even knowing they even existed, the sentiment that the bond between them as sacred has mostly soured.

Not all fairies feel this way of course. Though an elder fairy is rare, they still exist. Not that you would realize they're a hundred or two years old, as they still appear to be in their prime. Despite the growing cynicism among the fairy population towards humanity as a whole, these unions between a fairy and their human that still hold up strong even to the present day serve to spark dreams and hope of love, completeness, and a long life in young fairies.

Jack was one such young fairy who believed in the love of his soulmate. He was absolutely certain that, whoever they were, they would be everything he could ever ask for and more.

However, there are many fairies that want to detach themselves from humanity entirely. To many, the bond between them and humans are shackles keeping them enslaved to the whims of human children.

Just like the humans experimented with fairy magic long ago, the fairies did their own experiments with pixie dust, humans, and other creatures. Countless medicines and treatments have been tried to varying degrees of success to keep a fairy alive even after the belief in them has died.

The fairies haven't found a magical cure to their plight, as no treatment comes without side-effects. A particular blend of pixie dust, human blood, and other varying ingredients is the most effective medicine they have to date, but prolonged usage after the bond between them and their soulmate is severed has led to crack-like scars that glow from beneath the skin. The treatment is hard on a fairy's body, and it must be taken regularly or they risk their body falling apart. Often the exact proportions of ingredients need to be adjusted in order to properly attune with that particular type of fairy's magic.

Elder fairies who need to use these treatments to stay alive often are extremely envious of the fairies who have their human soulmate with them in Neverland. They're prone to letting their bitterness show when teaching the younger fairies to be distrustful of humans in general. It also wasn't unheard of for a fairy who is only surviving on the medicine to take out their anger on another fairy's soulmate in a misdirected form of revenge for being abandoned by their human.

This leads to different factions among the fairies and arguments spring up among the elder fairies. Those rare few who still have their soulmate humans by their side are especially protective of them, even against other fairies, and are much more prone to going yandere in order to keep them safe.

Now that we have the foundation of the worldbuilding more or less set, let's start fitting our characters into this unique version of Neverland.

Alice in Neverland

As the animatic and the many, many spinoffs Disney produced have shown, there's quite a number of fairies in this world. It makes sense since the human population numbers in the billions. If even 0.0001% of those billions of humans created a fairy when they were a baby, that means there's a fair amount of fairies populating Pixie Hollow. Compared to the human population, the fairies are miniscule in number, but you might not think it if you only ever lived in Neverland.

I got to thinking then about what other characters could be fairies. Tinkerbell didn't act alone in the animatic, and she did want to save all her friends. If Jack is in her shoes, then perhaps he needs some fairy friends of his own.

Naturally, my first thought was the SunnyTime Crew. I mean, SunnyTime Town AU with fairies? Sounds fun to me. However, given that fairies would be very prone to becoming yandere in this sort of universe, I think we can go one step further and add a few more yanderes to the mix.

Bo and Elias are also fairies. Bam! Bet you didn't expect this AU to become a crossover, did you?

Well... if you read the tags you did, I suppose, but shush on that detail. I thought of the crossover only now as I'm writing this, and I'm adding in the tags as I go along.

Okay, yes, Elias isn't really a yandere, even if he has the potential. Not all fairies go yandere after all.

As you might expect, Bo's soulmate is Barbie and Elias' is Coraline. While this might strengthen the idea of Alice being cast in the role of Wendy instead of Peter Pan, since we have three siblings coming to Neverland in the original/Disney stories, but I'm giving the formula and the King family a bit of a twist here here.

Lycoris is a fairy as well, one of the rare few elder fairies living in Neverland with her soulmate Ambrose. They don't have biological children of their own in this AU, but they've become like parents to many generations of fairy children. Their love story has been a source of hope for many young fairies hoping to one day find their soulmate, such as Jack.

The pair are also targets for scorn among the fairies embittered by humans and the bond that is supposed to sustain them. Lycoris and Ambrose no longer live in Pixie Hollow itself, but a little ways outside the village due to various conflicts over the centuries. While Lycoris still visits often to help take care of young fairies (and remind her rivals not to cross her or touch her soulmate), Ambrose rarely stops by Pixie Hollow anymore himself to not stir up old resentments.

Lycoris is respected and admired among the fairies, even if she's still got her fair share of enemies among the other elders. There's been rumors that when a fairy tried to harm Ambrose, she didn't hesitate to kill them and ground their body up into pixie dust. Although Lycoris is a warm and loving motherly matron among the fairies, she won't shy away from a fight when protecting someone she loves.

Jack admired Lycoris and Ambrose's love story since he was very young, as well as the love stories of other fairies and their soulmates. Still, he wasn't blind to the sad reality of their situation. No fairy can be ignorant for long when death can come for them so young without any warning.

Few braved traveling to the human world to find their soulmate while their human still believed in fairies. The need to travel to the human world came ever younger with each generation. Often times that belief would die before they were prepared enough to risk the trip. Expeditions did happen fairly regularly by those brave enough to try, but it's hard to find one human among billions. Sometimes fairies never made it back to Neverland...

The expeditions weren't necessarily a complete success either. Often times the fairies would find their soulmate, but that human wouldn't want to leave their home. Some fairies compromised by regularly visiting them. If nothing else, these visits would remind their human of their existence and ensure that their belief in fairies never dies.

At least... not until the human does. When a human dies while believing in fairies, the results can be especially devastating to the fairy.

Jack couldn't stand waiting, despite the danger and discouragement of older fairies. Even as a young child he realized that the longer he waited until he was "ready" for the journey, the greater the chance that his soulmate would stop believing in him.

The last thing Jack wanted was to be forgotten.

Recklessly, Jack ran away, or rather flew away. He went to the human world ill prepared for what he was to find there. He saw aspects of humanity that made showed him that the cautionary stories he had been told all his life were not just fairy tales. Only when he was left alone to fend for himself in the human world did the danger become real to him.

Despite the dangers of the human world and many harrowing situations he went through, Jack refused to return to Neverland, not until he found his soulmate. He learned how to survive on his own, how to use violence if the need called for it. The human world jaded him, but he never let go of that desperate hope he would find the person who would love him more than anyone else in the world.

Lycoris and Ambrose's love story was a source of inspiration for fairies, and that in and of itself was something other fairies criticized. What they had was so rare that some argued that it gave all fairies, especially the young ones, false hope.

Fairies like Jack running away alone and ill prepared to the human to possibly never return was just one such consequence of that hope.

It wasn't just the humans who were growing more cynical as the years and generations went by.

Jack's tale might have ended as just another tragedy, but fate and his sunshine intervened.

Tracking a soulmate isn't easy in such a massive world where magic is absent. The human world feels dead to young fairies who have only lived in Neverland. Neverland is practically a different world from the one they left centuries ago. Magic is in the land, the water, and the very air they breathe. The human world is barren like a desolate desert or the Antarctic in comparison to their homeland. Over the centuries the human world has become a world wholly inhospitable to magical creatures.

Still, Jack persevered. Reckless and stubborn, he followed that thin thread that connected him to his soulmate. So many times he considered going back. This world was so big and cold. He was lost and overlooked by these countless giants filling it that he constantly had to hide from. He was almost run over or crushed, injured by various alien human-made technologies and got into dangerous battles with wild animals. Fairies had tamed the animals of Neverland for companionship and domestication. Jack was used to even large animals being friendly to fairies, so he was shocked to find that the ones in the human world saw little creatures like him only as a potential meal. Securing food and shelter was a constant worry for the young headstrong fairy, as was the gnawing loneliness.

It was when Jack had hidden in an old wooden box, starving, wounded, cold, and so very alone, that Alice found him.

Alice didn't have the best life in this AU. As you might expect, she didn't have Lycoris and Ambrose aren't her birth parents in this world. Although her name isn't Mary, she was born a Phoenix instead of a King in this world, with neglectful parents who cared far more for their son than their daughter.

It was difficult for Alice to connect with other people. She had a hard time due to being pretty nonverbal as a kid. Sadly, the Phoenix matriarch and patriarch didn't bother with getting her therapy or a puppet like Honey Bunny to help her to find her voice.

The only friend Alice could make was a boy who was just as lonely as she was. Ian didn't mind that Alice had a hard time talking. He was used to being silenced by his mom. They could just smile at each other and quiet play games at recess that didn't require much conversation.

Sadly, playdates after school weren't happening. It was too much trouble for the Phoenix parents to bother with, and Karen wasn't going to help her son get close to any girl. It was her duty to keep her son from being tempted by sin after all.

This left Alice at home when she wasn't at school. The backyard was practically the entirety of her world, and she spent countless afternoons pretending that it was a magical land full of wonderous sights and creatures. She decorated the yard with bundled sticks and painted stones that she arranged into landmarks she named like Unicorn Hills and the Rainbow River.

Her parents didn't care about what their daughter got up to on her own as long as Alice cleaned up her "mess" before bed. She was expected to clean up after herself and finish all her chores every single day without fail, no matter how long it took her. If she had to stay up until midnight, then so be it.

When not in use, Alice kept her treasures in an old wooden box she lovingly decorated with crayon and paint, tucked safely away in some overgrown rose bushes. It was the only place where Ezekiel wouldn't dig around in to mess with her things due to all the thorns and flowers. The thought that messing with girly things like flowers was the worst thing in the world to a boy like him who was repulsed by pink and cooties.

It was when Alice went to retrieve her box of treasures for an afternoon of fantasy that she discovered something beyond her wildest dreams.

The sight of a real, living fairy curled up with her things shocked and delighted Alice... until she noticed the poor thing was shaking and her baby blanket that he huddled in desperately for warmth was stained in red.

Alice gently scooped Jack up with the blanket and brought him into the house. Fortunately for her, her parents had taken Ezekiel out to a game, or maybe dinner or to hang out with his friends? They didn't really bother to specify anymore, just that they'd be gone and she was on her own for dinner. For once, she was grateful for their absence, as she was worried what they might do or say about the fairy. What if they forced her to abandon the poor thing like they did with that stray cat that she snuck in to get out of the rain?

Jack woke up to the sting of peroxide on his wound and, understandably, he was alarmed by the unknown human looming before him. He bolted away and got in a defensive stance while Alice backed up and raised her hands with open palms splayed as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

When their eyes met, there was a spark there, something powerful and important. Jack knew, he just knew that this human child before him was his soulmate. Alice didn't identify the feeling as anything more than further excitement and concern for the little fairy, but the moment still struck her as important.

Jack was so relieved. After everything he had gone through, he finally succeeded. He finally found his soulmate... his sunshine. She was just as bright and beautiful and kind as he always knew that she would be.

Alice still struggled to speak beyond giving her name, but Jack had no problem filling the silences. He introduced herself and told her all about Neverland and all the adventures he went through just to find her. She hung on every word, only interrupting him to finish treating his injuries and get him the first real meal that wasn't scrounged scraps since he left Pixie Hollow.

Although only a little recovered from his ordeal, Jack didn't want to waste anymore time. He did his best to convince Alice to come back with him to Neverland. It was so much better than this awful, dangerous place, full of fun things to do and see.

Oh sure Neverland had its dangers too, but Jack knew better than to mention that just yet.

Alice was hesitant, since she wasn't allowed to leave the house. Her parents would scold her, punish her.

Alice squirmed in place, her eyes nervously darting in the direction of the front door. "Mum and Da... they'll be mad."

Jack smiled, brimming with confidence. "Well, then we better leave before they get back."

Despite the difficulty Alice had conveying her worries to Jack, he didn't get frustrated with her fragmented sentences and incomplete thoughts. He learned all about how reluctant humans are to leave their home and family behind, and he was prepared. He had spent many hours planning just what to say to convince his sunshine to come with him.

After everything Jack went through to get this far, a little white lie was nothing.

"Don't worry, we'll be back before they know you were even gone."

Needless to say, they never came back to that house.

It wasn't all that hard for Jack to convince Alice to leave, all things considered. Her parents and brother left her alone all the time, so why shouldn't she do the same? She couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a real adventure with magic and fairies.

When Jack told Alice that with his help she would be able to fly, there was no keeping her there, no matter what punishment she might face later.

The thrill of flight was better than anything Alice experienced before. It gave her a sense of freedom that her life lacked until that point. She couldn't help but laugh and even crowed in delight as she and Jack dipped, dived, and danced together across the night sky.

Neverland was everything Jack promised and more. The other fairies were not just shocked that he came back alive after so long, but that he brought his soulmate with him. Though many fairies were wary of her presence, there were plenty who welcomed her arrival.

Alice was the first human brought to Neverland in several years. Her presence reignited the hope among the fairies, which only grew stronger the longer she chose to stay.

Although Alice did occasionally miss her family and felt the sting of guilt from leaving them behind, these negative feelings nothing compared to the wonder and joy she found in Neverland. A magical land where she could play all day with fairy friends who understood her was like a dream she didn't want to wake up from.

Besides, Jack did a good job of distracting her from any sad thoughts. Whenever he noticed Alice starting to get moody or lost in her thoughts, he always managed to find something to catch her interest or soothe her worries.

Alice learned to open up more during her time in Neverland. She blossomed like a flower that finally had been given sunlight for the first time. She became more outgoing, energetic, and bold. She was adventurous and even a bit wild, learning to unapologetically express herself and enjoy what made her happy.

Jack helped her bloom, unlike her parents.

Lycoris took it upon herself to mother Alice, and Ambrose became like a father to her, helping her get used to being a human among fairies. In time, they became her parents by bond rather than blood. They were far better parents to her than Mr. and Mrs. Phoenix ever were.

Yes, in a way she was reborn from being a Phoenix like Mary was to find a loving new family.

Much like in the canon universe, Alice was only the start of this family. After Jack's success, other young fairies were galvanized to find their soulmates. Bo was especially incensed. He and Jack were good friends, and he was pissed when Jack ran away without a word to anyone, especially him. Jealousy was added on top of this after learning that his friend went on a grand adventure and brought back his soulmate. The very nerve! Jack should have brought Bo along to find his soulmate too!

Bo wanted to run off and do the same as Jack, but the older fairies weren't going to let the young ones rush recklessly off into danger if they could help it. Jack might have been successful in his mission, but he had more than one close call.

Still, not the harrowing tales of what his friend went through were enough to deter Bo from trying. Knowing what Jack had to face wasn't about to hold him back from demanding that help him to make up for leaving him behind before.

After Alice got settled in Neverland, she learned a bit about the bond fairies had with their human. Knowing that she and Jack had this special bond in turn made her feel special. She didn't fully understand everything due to her young age, especially since she wasn't told everything about the fairies' dire situation, but she understood that he would be her best friend forever.

Alice also understood that the other fairies needed their partners too, and she wanted to help.

Jack didn't intend to bring Alice along when he and Bo planned to sneak away from Neverland. He only let her know that he was leaving so that she wouldn't worry about him while he was gone. Plus a shameless part of him kind of wanted to hear her tell him that she wanted him to say or that she'd miss him. He didn't really want to be parted from her, but he wanted to help Bo.

Jack might have found his sunshine, but that didn't rid him of his fear of losing his friends. The threat of death still loomed over every fairy who still didn't find their soulmate and bring them safely to Neverland.

Alice surprised Jack when she insisted on coming with him. He was reluctant at first, of course, afraid that she might decide to go back home even though she was so happy in Neverland.

It was when Alice expressed that she didn't want Jack to get hurt again and that she didn't want to be separated from him that his resolve melted.

The three children came up with a clever plan to sneak off on their own, but they didn't expect Lycoris to see through it. Fortunately, rather than snitching on them and ruining everything when she caught them, instead she insisted that she was coming along to help keep them safe.

Although Bo was determined and had help on his quest, the fairies were out of their depth when it came to the ways of the human world. Fortunately between Lycoris' wisdom, Jack's prior experiences, and Alice's knowledge of how human society worked, they were able to make the journey unscathed.

Eventually, with Bo leading the way, they came across a feisty little girl.

Barbie was someone deemed as a problem child, with guardians who were an even bigger problem than she was. The less said about her home life the better. She was only too happy to leave her broken home behind with a group of fairies and a strange but kind girl.

This was the start of something big for Neverland. It was also the start of a group known as the Lost Kids. It was a name Alice came up with for herself and the other human children. Her logic was that they were always meant to be in Neverland, since they are the most important people in the world to their fairies. They were just "lost" in the human world until they could be found and brought home to Neverland.

As you might be guessing, the rest of the Lost Kids include all of the children who would be Alice's siblings in the regular canon. Coraline was found next, then Jem, and so on.

Like Peter Pan and Tinkerbell going on trips to the human world parodically and bring back more Lost Boys, Alice and Jack would go to help bring back the Lost Kids. She enthusiastically embraced this quest to help find every fairy's human partner and acted both like an older sibling and leader to the other children. She played a big part in convincing the children to leave their homes for a land of magic and adventure.

When the Lost Kids grow up, they gain a different name, one a bit more unsettling to her in retrospect - the Lost Ones.

The success of more lost children coming and happily staying in Neverland galvanized the fairies like never before. Jack especially felt good. He was a hero. So many of the fairies looked up to him, and admiration for him only grew as he and Alice brought back more soulmates to Neverland.

It was addicting to be so loved and needed by so many people. It was also a heavy burden to bear.

As Jack grew, he had a better sense of the weight of his responsibilities. Though he tried his best to lead as many expeditions as possible with the help of his sunshine, it never felt like enough. There were too many fairies who needed his help. Too many of his friends suffered and died before their soulmate could be found.

Living With Death

Although Coraline was the third Lost Kid found and brought to Neverland, she almost never made it. Her health was fragile, and a near death almost ended not only her life Elias' as well.

When a fairy dies because of the death of their soulmate or from lack of belief, they break down, crumbling away to pixie dust.

Before Coraline was found, her heart had stopped beating due to cardiac arrest. Although doctors managed to restart her heart and revive her, for a full minute she was by all accounts dead.

That minute couldn't have happened at a worse moment for Elias.

Another fairy by the name of Violet had gotten into a fight with Elias. She and her brother Gerald attacked him to steal some treasures he possessed. With a single knife and a terrible moment of opportunity and chance, she sliced off Elias' head when his body started to break down from Coraline's brief interlude with death.

Fairies have been fighting with death for centuries. They've worked hard to come up with a way to sustain themselves even without the belief of their human soulmate. When a fairy is born now, they are given regular treatment all throughout their life with certain magics and medicines. This is with the hope to keep them alive just a little longer should they suddenly find themselves alone when their human stops believing in them. It buys them time to be found so that they can treated and hopefully survive the loss.

It was thanks to these medicines, Coraline's revival, and the healing properties of being in Neverland that Elias didn't die even when his head was separated from his body. Jack was the one who found him in time, and the ghastly moment forever scarred him. The fairies scrambled to save Elias' life and through a miracle of magic they somehow managed it.

Sadly they never could properly reattach Elias' head. It's a downright miracle that he's still alive even though it's now floating a little above his neck at all times, with pixie dust always leaking out from the edges. It's fortunate that fairies don't quite have the same biology as humans and are made more of magic than flesh.

Elias requires regular infusions of magic and medical treatment, but at least he's still alive.

Naturally Violet and Gerald, were punished for their savage attack on Elias. After they failed to deny their involvement, they claimed they hadn't intended to kill him, but that didn't save them from punishment.

Jack personally saw to it that they would never hurt anyone like that ever again. The scene sometimes still appears in his nightmares, as do other deaths and near deaths he had the misfortune to witness.

The close call with Elias drove Jack to find his soulmate next like they did for him and Bo. Jack hadn't really planned to keep going back to the human world after helping Bo. He didn't originally have a grand plan to save all the fairies.

But too many fairies he knew had fallen... and seeing the gruesome way Elias nearly died, his life hanging by the fragile thread of some child's belief, made more apparent by this wound that will never truly heal...

It changed something in Jack. Each hardship, each close call, and the success and love and found... the admiration he gained from the other fairies for what he accomplished...

Jack knew something had to change. They couldn't just hide away. Their attempts to separate themselves from their humans was no way to live. He knew full well the happiness he felt with Alice by his side. He couldn't imagine a life without her now.

So many fairies were living a hollow life. They were alone. Even if they hid away in Pixie Hollow surrounded by other fairies, that didn't take away the emptiness they all must have felt.

Jack didn't realize he had this emptiness until Alice filled it. Being with her completed him in a way no one else could. He would do anything to stay with her, to forever bask in her gentle warmth.

Now that Jack knew how empty he used to be, he couldn't imagine going back to it. Worse, he couldn't imagine that connection severed completely. Even when they were apart, a distant part of him was still tied to Alice, still felt the barest hint of her warmth.

There were fairies that still struggled to live even after they lost even that whisper of warmth. There were even those who stubbornly continued to keep going even as it damaged and degraded their bodies. They had been hollowed out to live an empty life of pain and misery.

Now Jack fully understood the bitterness those fairies held. He could never wish that fate on anyone, let alone his friends.

Jack couldn't imagine living in a world without his sunshine.

Seeing a friend of his come so close to death in such a gruesome way changed everything for Jack.

Despite such a traumatic incident, Elias tried his best to stay optimistic. He was still kind to others despite what he had gone through. Even if his body had been changed, he learned to adapt and accept that change.

Jack didn't want to see his friends be forced to accept a pain that would never truly go away. He wanted to change things for all of them so that no one would have to suffer anymore.

The only problem was how.

It was an issue the fairies had struggled with for centuries with no real solution. The best thing Jack could do for his friends was to keep taking trips to the human world, keep finding more soulmates, more Lost Kids, and bring them to Neverland.

There were other fairies who could help Jack come up with ideas. Even if many of the few elder fairies were so bitter, they had much wisdom to share.

They also had many dangerous seeds to plant and take root in fertile young minds.

Some children needed more convincing than others, despite the magic and wonder of Neverland. Not every child was willing to abandon their home and family for some faraway land. As Jack grew older, he got better at communicating with children and figuring out what they needed the most. He found a friendly smile and some careful but encouraging words could do wonders to befriend them.

Alice was an immense help in his quest. With all her experience guiding the other children, her kind and empathetic nature, and her infectious energy, she served as a shining example of how life in Neverland could bring someone endless days filled with joy and fun.

By the time Alice was an adult, she no longer thought about her biological family at all. She didn't think about whether or not they or her brother might miss her. She long assumed that they forgot about her, so she soon forgot about them.

But not every family was like the one she left behind. Not every family was abusive like the one Barbie had been in. Coraline didn't have such a terrible living situation, but still she didn't hesitate to leave her life and her loved ones behind behind.

Coraline knew that she was dying. Doctors had told her so, and she could feel death creeping up on her. Her body was slowing down and she spent more and more time in hospitals listening to the sound of her parents crying. She knew she was going to leave her parents behind and make them sad no matter what she chose. So what was the difference between dying and leaving for Neverland?

At least Coraline could have one last adventure outside of the sterile hospital room walls.

It was fortunate that the fairies and their magic were better equipped to keep Coraline alive than human medicine. When in Neverland, she started to recover, much to her shock. It was a bittersweet revelation when she learned that Neverland could help her stay alive... but only if she stayed in this place that always radiated magic.

Coraline wanted to live. She was happy with Elias, the Lost Kids, and everyone else she befriended in Neverland. She chose to stay. She never even considered leaving the one place where she might live.

Even still... sometimes Coraline couldn't help but stare longingly up at the stars, missing all the people she loved that she had to leave behind.

Even with that lingering longing from Coraline, there was no question that bringing her to Neverland was the right thing to do. She and Elias were alive and they were together.

Bo and Barbie were together. They often teased each other and could play rough, but they were happy. Barbie never wanted to see the human world again.

Whenever Alice started to wonder if what they were doing was right, Jack would be right there to soothe her fears.

They were doing the right thing. Jack knew that this was the right thing, and every day that passed and every child they brought back proved it to him all the more. All they had to do was be happy together and help others find their happiness too.

The only aspect of her former life that Alice looked back on with any lingering regret was the lonely little boy that she left behind.

Rot at the Roots

Although the focus of their expeditions to the human world was on bringing back soulmates to Neverland, there came a day that Alice wanted to deviate from that mission at least once.

Ian had no ties to fairies. If he ever believed in them, his belief in anything magical was stomped out long ago by his mother. When his only friend disappeared, he was left more lonely and isolated than ever.

You can only imagine his surprise when his lost friend came knocking on his bedroom window one night, especially since his bedroom is on the second floor.

Ian could hardly recognize Alice when she first visited him. At this point it had been a few years since she disappeared. Unlike the shy, quiet girl he once knew, she was more outspoken and energetic. She excitedly told him all about her her adventures in Neverland and that she wanted to bring him along to live there too.

Jack was... reluctant, to put it mildly. He didn't like this plan, though he couldn't come up with a good argument to dissuade Alice when she had her heart set on this.

Ian wasn't bound to a fairy. He had the potential to be a threat like the pirates. They were humans unbound to fairies, as greedy and cruel as all the old stories.

More than that, Jack couldn't shake this unease he felt that Ian was someone important enough that Alice would go out of her way to bring him to live with them.

Still... Jack couldn't deny his sunshine something that she truly wanted. Alice wanted to see her friend and to make him happy like she had the other Lost Kids. Even if Ian didn't have a fairy, it would be okay, since she knew already that Ian was a good person. Alice trusted Ian.

Somehow knowing that Alice trusted Ian didn't reassure Jack as much as he knew that it should.

Although Ian missed Alice and was dazzled by the idea of adventure in a magical world, he felt like he couldn't leave his mother. For as cruel as Karen could be, he felt like he owed it to his mother to be there for her and do as she said like a good, obedient son.

Still, Ian couldn't pass the chance up. He did go to Neverland, but for a short trip. Much like Wendy in the novel, he had frequent trips to Neverland over the years as he grew up.

As you might expect, Karen went ballistic the first time Ian disappeared. It was a while before he could summon the courage to do it again, even though he missed the adventure and thrills he found in Neverland upon coming home. It was a place out of a wonderous, if sometimes scary, dream.

Ian also couldn't forget about Alice. She had changed so much since he last saw her, but in the most enchanting of ways. She was confident and bubbly, still so kind and so courageous. She laughed in the face of danger and even faced off against pirates without fear. She had a light in her that shined like no one else he had ever met.

Ian couldn't help but fall in love with Alice.

I guess despite what I said earlier, Ian falls into Wendy's role here... but then again not quite. He has some similarities in the way he's dazzled by Alice like Wendy was captivated by Peter, but Ian and Wendy have vastly different personalities and vibes. While Wendy knew how to lead and guide others as a mother figure, Ian only ever learned to follow others' lead, and he struggled with knowing how to nurture others.

Unlike Wendy in the movie or animatic, Ian isn't going to be convincing the Lost Kids to leave Neverland. He doesn't have the courage to stay, so how could he dare ask any of them to leave such a magical place behind? How could he convince them beyond this feeling that Neverland was too good to be true and that they couldn't stay in a childish world of fantasy and adventure forever.

As the years went by and Ian distanced himself from his mother, he made more trips to Neverland. When he was living on his own, he could spend a bit longer there without anyone realizing where he had gone. He never wanted to stay in Neverland forever, but he kept going there to spend time with Alice.

For as amazing as Neverland is, Ian prefers the more relative calm of the human world. Pirates and dangerous magical creatures might sound like fun set pieces for an adventure, but they are harrowing to face in reality. He also has dreams he wants to achieve one day, and those dreams don't involve Neverland.

There's only one part about Neverland that Ian wants to keep dreaming about. He can't help but dream of one day convincing Alice to stay with him forever. They could even get married! She'd be such a beautiful bride... Maybe if he became someone rich and famous, someone even more amazing than a world full of fairies and magic, then maybe she'd choose him instead of Neverland.

Alice only ever saw Ian as her childhood friend. Though she was sad that he didn't want to live in Neverland, she was happy when he could spend time there to have fun with her and the Lost Kids.

Even after Alice grew up, her feelings for Ian didn't change. Much to his dismay, it was clear to him that she still saw him as that child that she befriended in the first grade. As much as he hated it, he also couldn't help but see that Jack was the person she loved the most.

Ian did try to become friends with Jack. He even envied Jack... but they never quite got along.

Jack tried not to hate Ian, but it was difficult a lot of the time. Alice was his soulmate, not Ian's, and yet Ian dared to lust after her anyway. Jack could see the way Ian looked at her, especially after they hit puberty.

It was only natural. Alice had grown into a beautiful woman, a free spirit who shone as bright as the sun. Her curvy body practically demanded Jack to constantly drink her in. He couldn't get enough of her softness, her warmth.

Jack desired Alice beyond words, and he hated that he saw something similar to what he felt in Ian's eyes.

The audacity. How dare Ian. Jack was being so generous to share his pixie dust to allow Ian to fly and spend time with his sunshine. Too generous.

Jack knew all about the fairy tales of human greed and what it had cost his people.

Alice had to divide her time with so many people. Jack was so content and happy with her. He trusted her. He trusted that she would never, ever leave him. She wanted to be with him. She promised never to forget him or stop believing in fairies. She wanted to spend forever with him. Yet time with her never seemed to be enough. So many people demanded her time and his.

There was so much to do, so many people to help, so many responsibilities.

So many fairies were still dying. Bringing more Lost Kids to Neverland helped, but it was never enough.

Even with his sunshine by his side, even with all the love Alice showed to Jack, he couldn't quite shake his insecurities or jealousy. The fairies weren't safe. Sure he saved his friends and was trying to save more, but it wasn't enough.

Humans were still greedy. They were content to discard and forget them unless they got more and more. By the time Jack was grown, he learned all too well that kind humans like Alice and the Lost Ones were the minority. They were the exception that proved the rule.

Jack was giving more and more of his time and sharing his sunshine far more than he ever wanted. He was already giving so much, and this brat Ian dared to want more?

It was petty of him, maybe even cruel. Jack couldn't help but play little tricks on Ian. Nothing too bad of course! Alice would be sad if Ian died, and the last thing Jack wanted was for Ian to take up even more space in her heart.

Plus, Jack didn't want to cross that line. Not yet. Not if he could help it. Killing someone was something he could never take back. He had tried so hard not to cross that line with anyone after being scarred by so much death all of his life...

Jack didn't want to be someone who killed people. He had so many who looked up to him, and he liked the person they saw in him. Even if his responsibilities were heavy, it all made him feel like he had a sense of worth.

Jack had become important, and important people can never be forgotten.

It got worse when Shaun entered the picture. Alice became friends with him right away. Whether Shaun has a fairy or two or not, it's left up in the air for now. I'm a bit iffy on how or when he and Alice meet. Maybe it was when he was a child or when they were both grown.

Hmm... I say that, but now I think of that image of kid Shaun in the Childhood Friends AU, and I can't help but snatch that cute little boy up. Little Shaun saw Alice flying through the sky and just had to make friends with her. He even got permission to go to Neverland from his parents.

I mean, really, how could Antwon and Leticia not give Shaun permission to go on a magical adventure of a lifetime. Hell, they'd want to come along, and it'd certainly be one way to convince Shaun to go to Neverland if he has a fairy soulmate.

Even if Shaun has a fairy bound to him, a part of Jack can't help but feel a bit jealous. Alice bonded with Shaun far too quickly and she got comfortable enough for hugs so fast.

Still, if Shaun has a fairy, he's not actually a threat. He has a soulmate, and that's not Alice. Maybe he and Jack could become friends in this universe too.

Of course, just because Shaun has a fairy doesn't mean he can't wind up with a crush on Alice. Feelings can be complicated that way. Of course his fairy would certainly not be happy with that crush unless they were interested in open relationships.

I mean, all a human really has to do is keep believing in their fairy. If they're both interested in an open relationship rather than monogamy, then why shouldn't they enjoy it?

After all, the human settlements and pirates living in Neverland had to come from somewhere after all. Humans and fairies might not be able to breed, but humans with other humans have mastered that ability.

Ian has some similar feelings of jealousy towards Shaun when they finally meet. It pushes him to strive even harder to achieve his dreams to become a man that Alice would want to be with before her heart is stolen away forever.

Hell, if anything, Ian is more jealous of Shaun than he is of Jack, shockingly enough.

Oh, sure Ian knew that Alice loved Jack more than him, but Jack was just a fairy. It was hard for him not to see the fairies as child-like due to their size and fantastical nature. It could never work out between them, surely.

If Ian just tried harder, if he just proved that he was a better choice than Jack, Shaun or anyone else, then maybe one day he could convince Alice to come home with him. Maybe one day she would understand that she needed to be among her own kind.

Like the fairies that resented humans, Ian too believed that humans didn't belong in Neverland.

Ian didn't know anything about soulmates. He didn't know how fairy society worked or how delicate their existence was. He didn't know the importance of human belief. It wasn't information meant for outsiders. Without a fairy partner, he would always be seen as an outsider.

To Ian, Jack was more of an annoyance and an obstacle. He resented the pranks the fairy pulled on him all the time. He could never prove it was Jack, but he just knew. The looks Jack gave him sometimes and those all too knowing remarks that never quite crossed the line into overt cruelty reminded him of so many bullies he dealt with all his life.

Jack never allowed Ian the chance to spend time alone with Alice for long, especially after they were grown. He also rubbed his closeness with Alice in Ian's face, often resting on her body or snuggling into her cleavage right in front of Ian.

It was innocent when they were still children. As adults, it was anything but. Still, Jack never did anything overtly sexual to Alice in public. He just made his suggestions of their relationship increasingly clear to Ian, even if Ian refused to believe it.

Jack didn't hold himself back because he didn't want to do naughty, naughty things to Alice while others were watching. Oh heavens no. Jack would make love to Alice in front of an entire audience if she wanted.

No, Alice preferred to keep their more intimate moments private, and Jack respected his sunshine's comfort.

Yeah, I know, the inciting incident of the animatic is Peter falling in love with Wendy, but you know me by now. Alice will always choose Jack, just like Jack will always choose Alice. She's not going to fall for Ian, Shaun, or Nick when she has Jack.

Alice fell in love with Jack long ago. Although he fell in love with her the day they met, her feelings grew slowly over time. Love snuck up on her on quiet cat paws until one day the realization pounced on her like a leopard, and she finally understood just how deep her feelings truly were for him.

Alice loves Jack. He's her partner, and she trusts him completely with her heart. Because of their size and species different, someone might be able to mistake their relationship as platonic. Love is clearly there, but someone like Ian can convince themselves that surely it their relationship is nothing more than friends or as found family.

Well, if you're not into extreme size kink, of course. Plenty of artwork online suggests how that sort of size difference might work for sexy times. We all know how creative Jack can be, especially when it comes to taking care of his sunshine and showing her just how much he loves her~

Fortunately, this is an issue that's long since been addressed by fairy kind. There's a commonly known spell that allows them to grow in size for a limited period of time, or to shrink someone else down to their size.

I mean, humans and fairies being soulmates and lovers is something that's existed since as long as fairies have. It'd be silly to assume that they haven't come up with at least a few workarounds for the size difference by now.

While Alice hasn't mentioned to her friends that she regularly is shrunk down to Jack's size for cuddle time, Jack has occasionally shown off his larger transformation for some human-sized surprise cuddles.

Seeing the tiny fairy suddenly turn into a 6'6" giant can intimidate anyone. Ian was shocked when Jack suddenly blew up to such massive proportions before spooning a giggling and blushing Alice from behind.

Those muscles of his suddenly don't look quite so tiny unthreatening anymore.

It's when Jack actually becomes full size in front of Ian that Ian finally is forced to see Jack as a real threat.

Not that Ian ever really had a chance of convincing Alice to leave Jack for him. This just forces him to start to see the truth.

Really, I'd argue that the inadequacy Ian would feel when comparing himself to Jack at giant size might hurt him worse than any prank Jack has ever pulled on him.

While Ian isn't really a threat, Jack can't totally shake away his feelings of insecurity. The introduction of Shaun and then Nick will only give Jack more reasons to feel uneasy. While I don't have solid ideas how and when Nick comes into the picture, and Shaun's place in the timeline isn't quite solid yet, it feels fitting that the presence of the other love interests unintentionally provoke Jack's yandere instincts.

These potential love interests feel like a threat to Jack. The pirates are a threat, even for as ridiculous as Captain Barry Hook can be sometimes. All the dangers that exist in this cold, cruel world can be a potential threat just waiting to steal his sunshine away from him forever.

The worst threat of all is the fragility of the fairy race. It's not just the lives that are lost, it's the fear. They constantly live in fear of losing their lives or the lives of their friends at any time.

It seems so easy for humans to just... stop believing. It's so cruel, so unfair.

Why did fairies have to live such a fragile existence.

While Jack has Alice to give him a solid sense of security, not even she can keep him safe from all of these fears. Seeing what happened to Elias up close, as well as other incidents, burned the seriousness into his brain like a hot iron.

So, much like the second animatic, a more permanent solution seems to be necessary.

The problem is the humans' lack of faith in fairies. The fairies were made to be loved. They were born when humans find joy in their lives for the first time. They are their human's joy and vice-versa.

They were not meant to be forgotten or exploited for selfish greed.

The humans needed to remember that fairies exist. They must be loved, adored, worshipped.

If humanity won't care about fairies, then they will feel the same fear the fairies have had to live with for centuries.

Jack doesn't talk about these secret plans that he and other fairies start plotting in the shadows. He doesn't want to worry Alice. Her heart is already heavy enough with the burden of convincing kids to leave their families for a better life in Neverland. She's so kind and loving. What they have in mind...

Well, it's just better that Alice and the other Lost Ones are kept unaware. All they have to do is be happy and to make their partners happy. The fairies that have their soulmates are the happiest fairies in the world. Nothing good can come of weighing their hearts down with this terrible guilt and shame for what must be done.

Jack and his conspirators will ensure that all of the fairies can be just as happy. They'll take the weight of this burden.

All the fairies look to Jack as an example. He's their beacon of hope. He can't let them down... even if it means doing things he knows are wrong, so very, very wrong.

If the world understood the bond between fairies and their soulmates... if humans were made aware of the importance of fairies and their belief, even if because they feared what might happen otherwise... then no one would be foolish enough to even try to take away a fairy's soulmate.

It might be difficult, it might be harsh, it might even be cruel... but it's for the best. Everyone, both fairies and humans, will be far, far happier in the end.

It's for the best. Jack has to convince himself of that, just like many of his co-conspirators. The more jaded and bitter among them have no doubts, and they're looking to him to be strong. He can't let his resolve weaken when everyone needs him.

Of course, Alice won't be happy when she learns what Jack intends to do or how far he intends to go. She loves him so deeply and is willing to sacrifice so much for him, but this is wrong. This is going way too far.

Forcing humans to believe in fairies through fear and blind worship won't save anyone.

Alice might not be in love with someone else, thus pushing Jack to murder them, but that doesn't mean she can't find herself in opposition to him. She doesn't need the motivation of revenge to motivate her to stop her lover from conquering the world with a terrible display of magic and power.

Jack and Tinkerbell are two very people, so even if they have similar motivations, they won't necessarily make the same choices. Same for Alice and Peter Pan, or any of the other characters in familiar roles. There can be similar broad strokes, but things change in the fine details, and the story can go in unique directions.

While a lot of elements of the animatics apply in this AU, events aren't going to go the same way.

Jack won't treat Alice like a child and mock her, taunting her to kill him. He knows her better than that. He knows that her heart is his, just like his is hers. He knows that she would never want to hurt him. He doesn't want to hurt her either. That's why he'll talk her out of opposing him, stop her from getting hurt trying to resist plans if he has to.

Likewise, Alice doesn't want Jack to hurt. She knows him. She wants fairies and humans to live together happily in peace like they were meant to. She knows that's what he truly wants too, not this insanity! Conquering the humans might force them to believe in fairies and prevent them from being a threat against fairies ever again, but no one will be happy this way!

Jack might have convinced himself that it won't bother him, but Alice knows him better than that. She knows just how deeply it would damage his already scarred heart.

There has to be a better way. Alice might not know what that way is yet, but she knows what it's like to be contained and controlled. She knows what it's like to be forced to love people who don't actually love her in return. Forcing humanity like this won't result in real love, but submission. Even the soulmates yet to be found will learn to fear their fairies instead of love them. She can't let Jack and the rest of the fairies go down this evil path.

Jack adores Alice and her kind heart, but it's hard not to see her perspective as being naïve. He learned so much of humanity's cruelty and greed. She and the Lost Ones... they're the exception, not the rule... and even they can be tempted to forget the person who truly completes them.

How many fairies have died because their soulmate stopped believing in them?

Jack doesn't want to be cruel, but that's what this delicate existence fairies have to live in is. The world is so cold and cruel. Threats will always come for them unless they fight to eliminate them completely.

Love is beautiful and wonderful and warm. Love is the reason for living... but love alone won't keep them safe. Sometimes a firmer hand is necessary.

Even if that means forcing humans to live with a fear comparable to the one that the fairies have lived with for generations.

The conflict between them is Alice trying to talk Jack and the other fairies down. She has to stop him, even if it means opposing him.

But Alice won't take the shot. She won't even consider shooting Jack or attacking him with her knife. She might've fought pirates on a regular basis, gotten into sword fights so many times, but this is Jack.

Instead, Alice would just be trying to restrain him. She would pin him down with tears in her eyes and beg him to stop. I'd argue seeing that his sunshine in tears and hurting so much because of his actions might do more damage to Jack than an arrow through the heart.

Overall, I can see fairy Jack going down a similar villainous path as Tinkerbell did in the animatic, even if Alice were to choose him rather than any other love interest. He might be safe and loved, but that doesn't stop his heart from being wounded and scarred from all of the death and fear he and his kind have had to live with.

Of course, with my preference for happy endings with my OTP, I don't see this AU having a Bad End. Sure there will be conflict, drama, and plenty of tears, but there's so much love too.

Jack and Alice are soulmates after all. They can't live without each other, nor do they want to.

Somehow, Alice will get through to Jack. Even if it seems impossible, they'll somehow find a better way so that no one has to suffer anymore. Love is stronger than fear.

I think I'll wrap things up on that optimistic note. I'm kind of surprised that this post got as long as it did, but that's what happens when you do a lot of worldbuilding. There's just so many parts of the world and its characters to touch on. For as long as I've gone on, I've still barely scratched the surface!

Please let me know if you would like me to revisit this AU in the future. I hope you enjoyed my attempt at combining Sunny Day Jack, these animatics, and the world of Peter Pan and Neverland in general into one big cohesive story. Thank you for reading!

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I'm still saying Afton is not the Mimic

Spoilers for the Ruin DLC under the Cut. I wanted to include this in my mega post... but I know that the fandom is flooded with "the Mimic was Afton all along" theories right now actually.

There will be a lot under the cut, explaining some personal theories and the ending of the RUIN DLC so... be warned.

The Mimic, if you read the books, (but you probably haven't so I'll explain it in a few short sentences) is a character from the Tales of the Pizzaplex Books that was built by a Faz Engineer who made a robot to mimic his son to keep him company while he worked long hours while he lived in a factory. The child died in a car accident, and the Mimic kept miming his son's behavior. So in his grief, the engineer beat him to death in rage and grief. This infused rage in the machine.

So now the Mimic mimes behavior of a four year old, but it's corrupted and twisted. It will mime the action of 'scooping icecream' but will be scooping out your brains. It also has an adaptive learning AI so the violent pain it experienced, along with a four year old teaching it, it's a very dangerous thing.

It's also buried into the foundation of the Pizzaplex. And was reprogramed by some dumb lazy tech to clear the debris down there. By disassembling the robots and putting them in a pile. Which it did to all the human construction workers by disassembling them and putting them in a pile.

"This pile" I think is the Blob. Or as the game files refer to it.... "THE TANGLE."

(hard to see but take my word for it. that's him)

(cheating camera angle)

I think "The Tangle" is a infused pile of machinery, robots, and bodies that have all wound up down there.

So, we know that the blob is real. But I really think it's "The pile" that the Mimic has been stacking in the Book Epilogues. And it got out. Gregory/Mimic or Grimmick, says that something tunneled out of the building... And I believe this is 100% true. Because in Base Security Breach, we see this thing in the underground where Afton's room is.

But in RUIN.... This thing is on the top level??? HOw Did he get up here???

Easy..

He tunneled up.

So... the reason why RUIN looks like it does, and HOW it looks how it does...

Is because The Tangle got loose. And has been using the Pizzaplex as it's own series and network of tunnels like a burrowing snake or ant. Causing the entire building to fall in on itself. The Pizzaplex is it's ecosystem now. So that's why everything is falling apart how it is. He's breaking the very foundation and walls of everything.

So we do know the Blob IS real.

And let's assume that he's "the pile" that the Mimic has been building in the Tales of the Pizzaplex Epilouges. Just... sorting all the garbage, bodies, and endos into piles that he can find and stack.

So we know the Blob is real... but is Afton Burntrap real?

Forgive me I don't have the proper collectable screenshots so I'm pulling from the Wiki:

Throughout the game, you collect these real collectable comics that include all of the endings of Security Breach. And Cassie can recognize this as Gregory's art style, and has no idea when he had the time to make these or when he made them. EXCEPT Princess Quest. Which is pretty important I think. Which I think cements that Princess Quest is the definitive three star ending.

It's also worth noting that in Vanny's Room in the RUIN DLC... there is a book of "Fazbear History" by Vanny's Bed. So if Vanessa was freed and got out... we can assume she was talking to Gregory about the Fnaf lore as she knows it.

Also, it makes sense why some of these endings are a little insane now. cause it was just Gregory trying to process everything that happened to him at the Pizzaplex.

Gregory: So, I thought you had a twin sister for the longest time and-

Vanessa: Try again...

But anyway... if None of the previous endings were real.... Is Burntrap even real?

We collect this before we face the Mimic.... of Afton and the Blob. So we know The Blob/Tangle is real.... but was Afton ever real? Was Burntrap ever real? That's what we need to answer...

But if he isn't.... Why is his charging station down here in the furnace room all clouded up? ....As if it never was opened. As if he rotted inside with no more remnant to collect???

Cause here's the thing... I can accept the soft retconning of Afton. And if he was never real to begin with, and this is just Gregory's personal interpretation based on what Vanessa told them about what she was suffering through, I will take that. Or maybe Gregory saw the Mimic and interpreted it as this... I will take that as well.

However....

From what I said earlier... The Mimic... All his motivations in the game don't line up with Afton's.

He is doing exactly what he wants to do.

The Mimic is sealed in the back with Concrete... he's using Helpi and the VANNI Network to get Cassie to let him out. He just wants to get out of the basement and get Free.

Now... if Mimic is Afton the whole time...

and there is a case for it... they have almost the same idle animations as an endo, the Mimic does have Burntrap's claws on one hand. And he does have a similar pawed foot to Burntrap's design and they're practically identical height and pose.

And the Mimic is almost one-for-one linked with Hepi and the VANNI network. And I don't doubt that Vanny the person was using the VANNI network to get around the pizzaplex and become invisible to certain animatronics.

.....But...

here's a big But...

If the Mimic's goal is to kill people with his bare hands... and to get out of the concrete sealed basement, and break all the Security Nodes so he can get free???

WHY DOES THE PIZZAPLEX HAVE SO MANY MISSING PEOPLE/CHILDREN?

Why was the Human Staff all killed in the Pizzaplex?

Why are their children missing?

Why is Vanny hunting children and adults alike to kill in the first place?

This is not the Mimic's MO.

Because Vanny WAS working under influence of Glitchtrap and not the Mimic.

Because if the Mimic just wanted to get out... He would have told Vanny/Vanessa... head of Security.... To break all the Security Nodes A WHOLE LOT SOONER. Cause she literally has a VANNI Mask/suit and access to all of that.

The Mimic has no need for remnant or child killing or human killing if they aren't doing it themselves. The Mimic has always been very hands on with their kills.

But If Burntrap Afton is REAL... HE DOES have a reason for gathering this much Remenant.

He is growing in the charging station and trying to regrow his body.

And while the Mimic moves in a similar fashion to Burntrap, I think that's because he witnessed his behavior at one point and is copying it. But he never saw Afton in his prime. So he literally can't mimic the serial killer behaviors Afton is known for. Just likely his walk and how he breathes.

Because He literally can not copy Afton as a copy-cat killer, if there is NO Afton to Copy. There is no way that he could have learned who Afton was from all the way down below into the foundation. Especially with MXES keeping it hidden down there. And by "hidden" I'm sure it's hidden from Glitchtrap to even possess or check out that low.

People have to remember. The Mimic doesn't have access to illusion disc technology from the books. he can't replicate a corpse face. He's just a learning killer AI who has access to crappy mascot costumes. He can't look one-for-one like a person, even if he can sound like one.

So, there is a possibility that Burntrap Afton DID exist... He just rotted into dust once Vanny stopped collecting remnant for him.

Or there's also the possibility he was never real to begin with.

But.... Glitchtrap certainly was at one point. And Vanny was working with Glitchtrap to kill employees and children.

Not the Mimic.

Just their motivations and modus operandi don't add up if they are one in the same.

It wouldn't make sense for the Mimic to just tell Vanny to parade around in a bunny suit, kidnapping children and killing employees.

He would be telling her to disable the Security Nodes.

There is also the possibility that Vanessa sealed the Mimic in concrete after the events of Security Breach. But even then, I really don't think that she knew about it before hand until she went down to the basement to unplug Burntrap from his charging station.

Anyways... The only way I will see "Mimic is Afton" is that if Afton was using it's body. But then, it's not the Mimic anymore, it's just another Afton-clone.

And from everything from how I've seen the behavior of the Mimic in the DLC, it is operating completely divorced from Afton with it's own motivations and morals of it's own accord.

Oh, just to be clear, I'm not mad at this soft-retcon of burntrap. It's fine. Lol I actually prefer if he didn't exist.

And even if Burntrap was never real in the first place....

Then it means that Vanny was purely an agent of Glitchtrap.

Then when the Glitchtrap Virus got destroyed.... the Mimic hijacked the VANNI network and took it's place.

[thirstkanaphan]

How much time do you invest in ateez? You seem very knowledgeable

Thank you!

I'm a relatively new atiny! I got into Ateez last June and my first comeback was Golden Hour Part 2. I'm a historian by training and trade, so it's in my nature to try to learn as much about a subject as possible. I really enjoy that process!

My level of investment in something is directly proportional to the quality of the fandom. If a fandom is fun, then I'm likely to spend more time with the thing I like. This is my first kpop fandom and it's been a fascinating experience to see how this fandom organizes itself. It's really segmented, and the quality of experience seems to vary based on where you hang out. For example, I don't even touch tiktok because I get bad vibes from that app. I mostly lurk on atiny twt, but there seems to be a new conflict/discourse/fanwar every other day and it seems exhausting to fully engage with fandom in that way. I've watched as long-time ateez fanbases closed their doors because they got hate for every little thing, even from their own followers. It's honestly a joyless place to be, and every hit tweet or funny joke curdles within hours. That seems to be the case for most kpop fandoms though, and not specific to atiny.

Tumblr has always been my primary site for engaging with fandom and I wanted to help make it a space where people could discuss and enjoy Ateez without any of the drama. Every day I open up this app and it’s filled with wonderful meta, beautiful gifsets and fanart, playful shipping, funny edits and clips, cool commentary, and (of course) simping over eight beautiful men. Being able to curate your experience here is why it remains one of my favorite apps.

If I were to describe the time I invest in Ateez, here's a rough sketch:

I follow most of the update accounts on twt, so I usually wake up to about 2-3 announcements, instagram posts, etc... I do my best to share those things to the Ateez Community, especially IG posts.

I probably check twitter several times a day and bookmark things that I want to share here, whether it be clips, memes, or images. As I see things on the timeline, I'll think about fun ways to curate them here or I'll be inspired to write some meta.

I listen to Ateez's music pretty frequently. When I'm at work I sometimes connect to the stationhead app and let the admin curate a playlist for me. It's like Ateez radio.

I try to keep up with their logbooks and promotional content as they come out, as it's easy to fall behind. I still have quite the backlog to get through, so sometimes in the evenings I'll put on something new-to-me and post about it here. The content masterlist is a great archive to browse through.

I read fic! I guess that counts as an investment too.

I also spend time on collecting apps, as the fandom will be voting on things like music show awards during the next cb.

I like to spend a couple of hours in the evening going through tumblr, liking, reblogging, and posting.

Hope that answers your question!

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 50

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: I'll be honest. I was hoping for more of a reaction from the last chapter and it really made me not want to post this one because I barely heard from anyone. But it's been two weeks now and I guess that's all I'm going to get. I hope you like this fic. If you do, please let me know. Half of this chapter is from Draken's POV.

Expect spoilers for the manga from here on out.

also on ao3 fic masterlist - prev chapter

Her head rolls back as she slowly comes to awareness. She has a massive headache that feels like the time she smashed headfirst into the sideboard of a rink.

“Fuck,” she mutters going to reach up to feel how bad it is but her hands don’t move. Takara snaps her eyes open before regretting it instantly. “Shit.” The lights are too bright and opening her eyes makes her head throb.

“She’s awake,” a voice says. It’s nothing familiar.

Takara forces herself to open her eyes, to see who the fuck is there and why she can’t move. The men standing in front of her are dressed in suits, tattoos peeking out of rolled-up sleeves and no one she knows.

Her head feels like it’s spinning. “-the fuck are you?” she mutters, glaring out at them. One of them hits her, smashing his fist into her face and making her ears ring. Her face throbs and she spits out the blood welling in her mouth from her teeth cutting the inside of her cheek. Mikey’s gonna kill her. If she makes it out of this.

They hit her three more times, just enough to keep her from being knocked out, before they finally say something. “You know where you are?”

“Well, the near concussion and kidnapping makes it difficult to guess,” she slurs. Her head falls forward and one of the men there grabs her hair and yanks it back. She’s forced to look at one of the men in front of her.

He bends down, looking her over. “Such a small thing for a ghost.”

Takara spits in his face. It wins her another hit that sends the chair she’s tied to rocking back. She groans as the chair is shoved back into place.

“You have a lot of attitude for a girl,” the man says. “I heard you were the wife of the leader of..what do they call themselves again?”

“Bonten,” another man asks. It’s a power play. Even half-conscious she knows that.

“Ah, yes. Bonten.” He says it like an insult but Takara knows what the name means to Mikey and she feels like spitting at him again. “The cockroach that’s been crawling over our work.”

She snorts, letting the blood dribble out of her mouth as she grins at him. “That’s what this is about? Getting afraid of a little competition?” They hit her again, aiming for her leg this time. She forces herself to breathe through the pain.

“You’re going to go back to your boyfriend and end playing at being a gangster.”

“The only thing I’m gonna end is your life,” Takara slurs.

He stares at her for a long moment before he moves back and motions to the man holding her head up by her hair. “Cut it.”

The knife they pull out is the same one Draken gave her to replace the one she lost in South’s wrist. “Hey–” The hand holding her hair yanks it up and the knife is pressed against her skull. “Get off of me!” she snaps, trying to pull away. A chunk of hair falls into her lap. “You motherfuckers!” Takara screams, trying to twist her wrists free as they hack off more. She doesn’t get free.

🔪

It takes a week. A week. A week of the executives of Bonten searching for a woman they care about. Five days of destruction in their anger, causing the news to talk about an increase in gang violence as multiple deaths and injuries are recorded. Takara is missing. Mikey barely eats, kept standing only by his men, by Draken and Sanzu. Ran and Hanma spend hours, looking for signs, clues, anything that will lead them to find her. They need to find her.

A car pulls up outside one of the brothels in the early morning before the sun fully starts to crest above the horizon. It stops long enough for a body to be pulled out of the trunk and dropped in the entrance way before it drives off.

It lays there until someone finally trips over it, leaving the building. The girl screams before she covers her mouth and drops to her knees. Her hand hovers over the chest before she turns and runs back inside as fast as she can.

It’s 4 am when Draken receives a call. It rings over and over until he answers, pulled from the sleep he’s pretending to get. He bolts upright as soon as he hears what the caller is saying and Drakwn moves as fast as possible, tripping over his sheets to yank on a pair of pants and shirt as he shouts Mikey’s name. He’s been staying in their apartment.

Mikey is in the living room, staring out at the city as Draken runs in.

“They found her!”

🔪

They expect the worst.

Draken feels like he can hear his heartbeat in his ears when Mikey storms into the room they’ve been led to. He’s been holding his best friend back by a thread but he knows that it may snap depending on what’s waiting for them. He knows that he’ll join him.

The doctor, Kats, is kneeling by the bed.

“-ckin’ bullshit,” is the first thing he hears and Draken nearly slumps against the wall in relief. She’s alive.

She’s alive.

Then the doctor moves out of the way, allowing both of them to actually see her. Takara is lying back against the bed. One of her eyes is swollen shut, multiple bruises on her face and arms…but her hair… Takara’s beautiful dark hair is shaved off. Not even cleanly. It has been hacked away and he can see cuts against her scalp. She must have fought them. Of course, she did.

Draken moves forward but Mikey drops to his knees and it’s almost muscle memory that makes him usher anyone else out of the room but them. He turns back to the couple, heart aching at the sight of Mikey burying his face in her lap, shoulders shaking as he cries. Draken takes the chance to look her over. There’s a fresh bandage on her neck, covering nearly the whole thing and he can’t tell what the injury is or how bad it is.

“Takara…”

She looks up at him, wincing as she does. It’s enough to make him hunch, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Mikey as he tries to make himself smaller so she doesn’t hurt herself.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, trying to keep his voice light but his hands are shaking and he feels like crying in relief too. She’s alive.

“Fuckin’ yakuza,” she says. Her mouth is swollen and it makes it sound like she’s talking through balls of cotton. “Took me from graduation. Everyone okay?”

He exhales sharply, looking at her in surprise even though he knows he shouldn’t. Of course, she’s worried about everyone else. She always is. “Looking for you.”

She sighs and nods, wincing again. “Feel like shit.”

“You look like shit.”

“What did they do?” Mikey’s voice is hard, slightly toneless despite his demand.

“Torture,” she admits, trying to shrug. “Wan’ us to fuck off. Getting too big.”

Draken’s jaw clenches tightly. They tortured her? The one fucking bright spot they had left and they tortured her? “Did they…?” he swallows, not wanting to even say it out loud.

She snorts. “No, said I’m not even worth getting their dicks wet on.”

He’s going to kill someone. He’s never been as certain of that fact as he is right now. Guilt eats at him for how thankful he is for that, though it’s nothing like the guilt of how he left her in the first place. He was supposed to be there. He was supposed to have been protecting her.

“What happened to your neck?” Mikey asks.

“They…” Takara stops and Draken can feel the way Mikey stiffens at her hesitation. “They branded me.”

Mikey stands and heads out the door without a word and despite how much Draken wants to let him loose, he follows, shoving his way in front of him. “Move.”

“Now’s not the time,” Draken snaps, using his height to his full advantage. Not that it matters. Not against Mikey. “She needs you.”

“They fucking branded her!” Mikey snaps, showing more emotion now than he has in ages. “They–” his voice cracks and he cuts himself off.

Draken yanks him forward into his chest, wrapping his arms around the smaller man. “I know.” He’s known enough from his work with the girls in the brothels. Women only get branded when they’re victims of shit like trafficking. It’s the biggest insult, outside of cutting off her hair, that they could give to a woman like Takara. To them. “We’ll deal with them, but right now, your girlfriend was dropped like trash on the street and she needs you to go in there and make sure she’s okay.”

Mikey clings back, hands forming fists in the back of Draken’s shirt. He’s so small for someone so powerful and all Draken wants to do is shove both of them in a room and never let them out again. He just wants to keep them safe.

🔪

tag list: @raith-way @zeleniafic @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse

@themaradwrites @kingsmakers @thatmagickjuju @awkwardchick87 @hayatoseyepatch

tr tag: @mitsuwuyaa @blackfire2013 @bleach-your-panties @reiners-milkbiddies @tenjikusstuff4

saudade tag: @thisbicc @scythegal @bontenxo

network tag: @pixelcafe-network

[yan-randomfandom]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I wish you guys nothing but the best! Please take care of yourself (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡ Let's go thru more & more years!!

Also, I decided to do a summary post for every end of a year! I'll be talking about the fandoms I've written for, my experience with them & list of anons!! (our own personal wrapped lol)

If you don't remember me, I write yandere, or not, stories for a bunch of characters!! :D

2024 — This one is special because it's the first year -4°

You just gotta Keep Reading 😺

[If you don't wanna be tagged, please tell me!]

— ⚠️

Gravity Falls!!!

STANLEY PINES.

Remember that name. If not, then I will. He's my very first muse to write for, who eventually gets posted on Tumblr. I owe this man my life, so thank goodness he's not real 😭

The GF fandom... gosh... my first tumblr fandom interaction, and I love you guys. So much. You're all so engaging, encouraging, endearing, and every other positive 'E' adjective that can describe you all!! 💛

I had so much fun writing the characters, geez.... Stan, Ford, the twins... AAARRGHH I MISS THEM

But you guys also made me realize how much I struggle at writing part 2s for one-shots LOL Having said that... there's a lot of requests I haven't answered, and ones that I was going to, but unfortunately lost motivation. And I rlly wish I could 😮‍💨 I'm sorry guys! but they're still safe in my inbox!

You're all so supportive and active, it makes me wanna cry 😭 My fics received so much wonderful arts and I just love how creative you all are 💕💕 [Godling!Reader was so loved!!]

ARTIST LIST:

@tyrannastar

@ctghost

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

@thewaywardwanderer

ANON LIST:

Ikan anon

™️ anon

🐲 anon

🪴 anon

PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED YOU 😭 I DONT MEAN TO 😭 i fr just realized how messy my navigation is .. still, thank you all for stopping by my blog!! omg!!

TOTAL FICS: 18

— 🧚

Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish

PERI FAIRYWINKLE-COSMA.

I searched for "yandere peri x reader" and i remember seeing nothing 😩 that was lowk a surprise—so I had to do a traditional method of 'write what u want to read' LOL

This might be the most chill fandom ever and it's so endearing (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) I loved writing for you guys, genuinely!!

My first ever request came from you guys too, specifically saying "More yandere peri" WHAHHAHAH REAL— LET'S BE VERY HOPEFUL AND PRAY FOR SEASON TWO OKAY GUYS???

We only have one named anon for this fandom— 💘ficto anon !! You're also my very first named anon ... heheh (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾)♥️

TOTAL FICS: 10

— ✨

Arcane

EKKO.

I love this guy, but I didn't expect to write and post him as my first arcane fic 😭 THE BOY SAVIOR FR!! MY INSPIRATION

This is the most miserable fandom I've been active in 😭 Arcane show is leaving us in pieces and its showing by y'alls comments LMAOOOO

But this is also. the hardest fandom i wrote for. ngl. the characters.... the world building... I had to wait for the whole season to come out just because,,, pulls my hair out in a very demure way

I wish I could have written more for you guys but I had a specifically busy month with Arcane rippp ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT BUT—— THAT ONE ANON WHO I RECOMMENDED @reareaotaku TO OMG!! that was lowkey amazing and even better that u actually did it rea !! lets goooooo

There are no named anons unfortunately, but I did name some myself!

ANON LIST:

Mage anon

Age Gap anon

Jinx anon

I think Age Gap anon is the same one as some of my other reqs, hi anon XD u keep coming back wahahah—so sorry i couldn't fulfill all your requests tho 😭 ESPECIALLY your Viktor requests. I had to stop because idk,, it felt like i was doing something wrong w Vik's character every time I tried 😔

— HOWEVER, i have a bunch of drafts. kinda long tbh, you can personally message me if u want to read them :)

And Jinx anon, I'll hopefully get back to your request someday.... I wanna take it more seriously this time ⊙⁠.⁠☉

TOTAL FICS: 10

— ⛏️

Minecraft Story Mode

ROMEO, THE ADMIN.

Bruh this guy LMAOOOO He was just so pathetic in the game that I had to write for him (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

This is the smallest fandom I wrote for, but it did get four requests! By 💘ficto anon following me from FOPANW,

and @skykaykay !! had 2 more additional parts with Romeo 🛐 glad u liked it enough to request for more 😭

For the yandere!Aiden, we got fanart from @sumthinganarchy ! Here's the link, and gosh... I'm pretty sure you're 💘ficto anon (tell me if you want me to not mention it!) and I just want you to know that,, thank you for sticking around 🙂‍↕️

AND LASTLY, an unreleased request—Isa, the founder. It's written, but incomplete still!! i'll post it this january 2025 🫡 btw anon yes i love your energy too WHAHAHAHA

TOTAL FICS: 4 (+1)

— 🥠

Independent

We got two requests for fandoms I'm not exactly in, but did see!

That would be...

Tinkerbell

Cars

The Amazing Digital Circus

By these two anons...

Nyx anon, who requested for, well, Nyx and another for Ada Wong! It sucks that idk resident evil so I'm not confident enough to do it😭 AND,,, SCOUTFAIRY READER X NYX,,, IM SORRRRYYYYYY but if you're still interested you can remind me !! i might be able to.... yesss....

Anon that did not name themself, but I'm naming them to 👑 anon. Hilariously requested for Finn McMissile and I don't know why I didn't question WHO it would be 😭 (i know her irl. sigh)

Now for TADC, I'm actually in the fandom but only made one work for it. Absolutely spontaneous after hearing the music video of "Happy Place" it's a fun listen and watch btw, I recommend it if you like TADC!! the actual voice actors are there!

And after allat,

Thank you so much for reading my writing, everyone :D Made a lot of good memories this year, and hopefully my work did the same for you!

I have a lot more to say but my brain suddenly forgot everything I wanted to say, so now I'm speechless.

But, I'm also planning to become a bit more,,, inactive? hiatus-ish? in this account to focus on my bigger projects. only getting to post spontaneous writing rn

However, requests are still sort of open, and you can see my active fandoms in my sideblog, @pokepokee !!

I'm so much more active there!!! I reblog all of the fandoms I'm in.

Although for requests, it's going to be more rare for me to answer now. Just keep them coming though, who knows, I might suddenly have an idea.

Thanks for your support! Happy new year!!

[sakascal]

Have been meaning to do this for a while, so here it goes: A list of my AO3 stories (and poems). I'll update it when I release something new, and I've added a list of my Good Omentober 2023 series in chronological order - because let's face it, it is all over the place chronologically but interconnected and should you wish to read it in order, it's not particularly easy without it.

Stories

Human AU

Living Fiction

Rated: T - 4 chapters - 20,806 words - status: complete

For two years self-published romance writer Azariah Fell has been coming to this café, three times a week on a schedule. He likes to work there, with easy access to refreshing hot drinks and delicious pastries, and always sits at the same table, directly at the window with the street right in view. And if he is honest, it's the view that he's coming for - but not of the street.

Right across the street is the florist shop 'Serpens et Horto', and the proprietor Anthony Crowley keeps drawing his eyes. Azariah regularly finds himself buying plants and flowers at that shop, even though he had known nothing about plants when he first came to this café. So, is it really a surprise when one of the main characters in his latest book has a striking resemblance to Anthony Crowley?

This post is getting awfully long so you can read an Excerpt here.

Read on AO3

Canon & Canon divergent

Infernal Intrigue and Heavenly Escapades

Rated: E - 9 chapters - 67943 words - status: complete

It's 2001 and Aziraphale is in Heaven for a dreaded Performance Review. On his way out (finally), he comes across an oddly familiar looking angel...

or:

The jig is up. Someone - a lower-ranked demon - noticed Aziraphale and Crowley working together. And they have evidence. How will our heroes cope?

Excerpt can be found here, here for chapter 2

Read on AO3

Goodomentober series

These following stories are all from my Goodomentober series 2023 (so named because they are all written for prompts from a list posted October 2023 - yes, I'm a slow writer ;) ). This list contains my first stories in this fandom and the first I had written after years of not writing anything at all.

So far these are the only stories I have, but more are coming. (One is already written and now in edit (for an event) and will post in November. I have two more in different planning stages. And a bunch more in planning for this series below.

Before We Became What We Are

Rated: T - 2 chapters - 6,989 words - status: complete

My first ever Good Omens story (and the first thing I had written in a few years altogether).

Pre-Fall. The first chapter is Aziraphale musing about that red-haired angel he'd met and has since not managed to meet again, though he wished. And then strange things are happening in Heaven.

The second chapter is mostly from pre-Fall Crowley's POV and deals with the Fall.

Excerpt

After Lucifer went down we others went down much quicker. A few at a time, the archangels were now only watching over the proceedings and let angels of a lower rank do the dirty work. Some seemed to get some kind of satisfaction out of it, others showed only stoicism. Some of us went over with a similarly calm face, others screamed and yet more cursed the angels as they fell. But still one after the other we were pulled toward the edge and thrown over.

I was terrified, of course I was terrified. But I would not let them see it. I could at least keep some semblance of pride. All I had ever done was ask questions and wonder why - and this was to be my punishment? So be it.

“Like this it will take forever,” I heard Micheal mumble. “You there,” she said as she turned to the guards. "Help the others get rid of the traitors.”

Oh no. Most of the guarding angels went immediately, always eager to follow orders. Aziraphale hesitated. Because of course he did.

“Surely, you want some of us to stand guard still?” he asked Micheal quietly.

“What for? All the traitors are right there and being dealt with. Get on with it!”

Like Twinkling Stars

Rated: T - 1 chapter - 3,040 words - status: complete

Post Season 2. Crowley is miserable, to say the least. It's been months since Aziraphale left for Heaven to become Archangel Supreme. Crowley is on the rooftop of the bookshop, drunk and drinking more, because what else is he supposed to do?

Mind the tags: this is hurt/comfort, so it's got a good ending (that leads directly into the last chapter of another story of this series).

Excerpt

“Ugh, damn it all to hell!” He lifted the stupid bottle to his mouth and gulped down the last of the liquor. When he dropped his arm again, he just let it fall to the side, not enough will left to do it properly. His hand hit the roof with a bit too much force. The bottle shattered in his right hand, spraying him and the rooftop with shards. The wetness he felt on his right palm probably meant he was bleeding but he didn’t care. He was spiralling, he knew he was, and he was helpless to stop it. His left hand came up to rub harshly over his face. Crowley decided that the moisture he felt there must be the soft drizzle that had begun to fall. Or possible splattered liquor. Or blood. Anything that wasn’t bloody pathetic.

Summoning Salvation

Rated: T - 7 chapters - 32,116 words - status: complete

It's been a few months since the world didn't end. Aziraphale and Crowley have begun to settle into a new normal. Then one day, a young woman enters Aziraphale's bookshop in some distress and with a dangerous request. Of course, Aziraphale can't let her go without helping her somehow. So now our ineffable idiots have to find out what happened and how to convince her not to go through with her plans, so the angel can save her.

Involves terrible planning and rash decisions, some actual talking! *gasp* But only a little, so don't worry. ;) Alcohol, fast driving, Aziraphale being bad with modern tech, a few injuries, half-snake Crowley, Crowley a bit less dressed than he usually appears, Crowley getting furious and Aziraphale actually being quite capable, thank you (at some things anyway).

Excerpt

“Oh, alright.” He cleared his throat. “That young woman was looking for a few books she hasn’t been able to find. She said she needs them for a paper she is writing.”

“Okay,” Crowley said, sprawling all over his couch. “Go on.”

“Her list was… unusual.”

“Must’ve been if she couldn’t find the titles anywhere else.”

Aziraphale sat up a little straighter. “My collection isn’t strange.”

“Never said it was, angel,” Crowley said with a huff. “But what would a student be looking for here that she couldn’t find in a library? You’re stalling. Get on with it.”

Aziraphale took the list back out of his pocket, straightened it out and handed it to Crowley. His eyes slid over to the window and he sighed. That perfect sunbeam to read in was long gone by now.

Crowley let out a whistle. “Yeah, alright. She’d get in trouble with these. Direct route to a miserable eternity, I’d say.”

“Uh-huh.” The angel nodded in agreement. He felt Crowley’s gaze again, it was even more intense than before. Still, he kept his face calm. Or what he thought must look calm. And continued looking outside. Then at his desk. And his vest. Oh, there was a button coming loose. He would have to remember to fix that later.

He heard a rustling. A glance confirmed that Crowley had sat up straight. “What did you do, angel?”

With Her as Our Witness

Rated: M - 8 chapters - 38,458 words - status: complete

The story of the Ineffable Idiots through moments in and around the Bentley. Or somehow related to the Bentley... It makes sense when you read it.

Also, the story of the Bentley and how she became what she is.

Starts off in 1933 and ends when Aziraphale returns from Heaven. Shows moments in their time together (and apart) and contains my first attempts at steamy scenes. (Hence the M rating.)

(Also @mielpetite has done art for this (thank you again!!))

Excerpt (from the 2021 chapter)

“You do.”

Aziraphale opened his eyes again and threw a puzzled expression Crowley’s way.

“Do what?”

“Eat, drink,” the demon said, pointing at him. “Dancsse.”

He was swaying with the music. “This isn’t dancing. Now the Gavotte–”

“‘s long dead, angel,” Crowley interrupted. He finished the last of the wine in his glass and put it away, before looking through the records Aziraphale had taken out.

Aziraphale sighed once more. “Shame. Took a dreadfully long time to learn. ‘n I w’s good!”

“Ssshame I never got to sssee,” Crowley said with a wink.

And there he went, blushing again. Dreadful demon, he always delighted in making him blush. Aziraphale didn’t like blushing - what an utterly useless reaction for the human body to have. But he did like seeing Crowley enjoy himself. A daunting dilemma, that.

The Darkest Moment

Rated: T - 1 chapter - 3,163 words - status: complete

It's 2019, Aziraphale and Crowley just made it through the apocalypse and their subsequent trials. Freedom - for now. But there are still some open questions, at least for Crowley.

Despite the title, this actually contains a lot of fluff and banter.

Excerpt

“What do you mean?” Aziraphale asked in return, and lifted his glass to take a sip from his wine - a wonderful Château Lafite-Rothschild he had acquired around 40 years ago and kept for a special occasion. The world not ending and their respective head offices - former head offices now - not succeeding in destroying them and them subsequently brokering their freedom must count as a most special occasion.

Crowley was seated in his usual spot on the sofa - if one felt gracious enough to call whatever it was the demon did with furniture ‘being seated’ - and waved the hand holding his own glass around at their surroundings.

When Aziraphale only blinked in confusion, he added: “The bookshop.”

Well, that certainly clarified nothing. Granted, they had been drinking off and on for most of the day since lunch, and he wasn’t quite what you’d call sober. But he liked to believe that he wasn’t plastered enough for his faculties to have left him entirely. So he should have been able to understand the question if Crowley hadn’t been quite so vague. Clearly.

“What about the bookshop?”

“How did it happen?”

“Just repeating it isn’t going to make me understand your question any more, Crowley. How did what happen?”

A frustrated growl. “You can’t possibly–!” Crowley took a deep breath, a hefty sip from his own glass, and tried once more in a calmer voice. “How did it burn down?”

Purge

Rated: T - 1 chapter - 2,905 words - status: complete

Everything is finally well, another apocalypse has been prevented (somehow), and they don't have to worry about Heaven and Hell any more. Aziraphale is back in his bookshop, that had been under Muriel's care all this time, but that leaves him (and by extension Crowley, much to his dismay) with a lot to do. Then Crowley comes across some stuff Aziraphale meant to put away (hoard) in case it might be needed again.

Excerpt

“‘Cause I’m about ready to throw some of your beloved Shakespeare out of the window and call a tempest down on it.” Which would only be fitting, really.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Stop me then,” he called out with a mischievous grin. Oh, how he liked teasing Aziraphale. And it had only become more enjoyable since his return from Heaven.

“Patience, dear.”

“Still a demon. As I recall telling you not too long ago, patience is a virtue. Demons are not known to be virtuous.”

An overly dramatic, exasperated sigh that was loud enough to be heard all the way down here was his answer. Crowley grinned.

“Yes, yes, I’m already on my way down.”

All Love's Luxuries

Rated: E - 1 chapter - 17,881 words - status: complete

Aziraphale is back from Heaven, and they had finally had a good talk. And made out in the Bentley. But the Bentley really isn't the place for a good first time, especially not when you've been waiting for thousands of years and - okay, so Crowley would have been fine with the Bentley. But Aziraphale wants to go somewhere more comfortable, and if there is one thing Crowley always tries to do, it's to give Aziraphale whatever he wants.

Excerpt

“Not here.” Crowley snorted and grabbed Aziraphale by the waistband, pulling him along. “Come with me.”

He led him through the plant room and took a left to his bedroom.

“Glass wall? Where is the door?” came the incredulous voice from behind.

“It’s stylish, angel.”

“It’s also very… open.”

“We made out in the Bentley.” He chuckled as he pulled Aziraphale to stand at the foot of the bed. “Bit late for this now. And there’s no one here but us.”

“The plants are here.”

“Sit.” Crowley lifted an eyebrow in disbelief and pushed Aziraphale to sit down. “The plants can’t see.”

“They can hear.”

“As can the Bentley,” he said with a huff, and pushed Aziraphale’s legs apart with his foot. “As I remember, we were making some quite lewd noises earlier.”

Oh, this time he could watch the blush spread down his chest. How adorable. And hot. And yet he knew that the smile that was spreading over his face - against his wish - was nothing but adoring.

He held Aziraphale’s face gently in his hands and placed a soft kiss on those stunned lips.

“Look, I’m sure she didn’t care. Didn’t she try to encourage us to continue? And the plants are used to all kinds of noises from me,” he told the angel pointedly.

“Oh.” Aziraphale looked around as if he was only properly seeing the bedroom now. Crowley watched with interest as his fingers slid over his sheets, feeling them. “You have– uh, in here?”

“Just this morning.” Crowley sank to his knees and winked at his angel. “Thinking of you.”

Chronological List

Since my Goodomentober series is all interconnected and a bit difficult to read in chronological order, here is a list. (Will be updated as I post more, of course.)

Before We Became What We Are

With Her as Our Witness - Chapters '1933', '1941', '1967', '2008', '2019'

The Darkest Moment

Summoning Salvation

With Her as Our Witness - Chapters '2021', '2023'

Like Twinkling Stars

With Her as Our Witness - Chapter 'Now'

All Love's Luxuries

Purge

Poems

I also have a bunch of poems. You can find them here on AO3.

[addcests]

HAPPY TEN YEARS TO THIS BLOG AND JACKET

if you've been here as long as this blog's existence then, know i'm finna yap:

sorry but warning for me and my mental health and my journey here...

smiles i am only human after all <:3 without further ado—

i've put off this post for... many reasons (hoildays, stress, perfectionism, anxiety) but maybe i'll keep this rendition and not chicken out or delete it because it's not perfect?

i really still can't believe i missed the anniversary for this! nov 29th huh? (yes i can actually !!! at the time i had just started a new job and that's where all my willpower has been.) but i fondly remember those ten years ago, that nov 29th is just as close to december anyway. so i always lead myself to think it's dec and not nov! details !!!

i don't think it'd make a difference but i do so want to get this in before the new year... (adding unnecessary stressors to myself smh)

it's been quite a ride through addhell. it's weird... to think how much has happened here. it's insane to think about how this one white hair anime boy changed my live in ways i could never fathom

picture it with me, a no one in a group of friends. with nothing but... the ambition of friendship, and the love of writing to fuel him, and a new username ready to take on the world: mymastermine.

that group of friends holds three: me, my would be DIE, and my would be LP. (does... does anyone remember those days of us three causing chaos laughs - tho mostly two, i suppose) we would make our way into the fandom, make tons of things, meet some people, make things with those people and make friends, lose some people, and grow, grow, grow...

there's just been... so much in ten years. ten years guys !!! that's a lot !!! i was a proud senpai and kouhai all at once! i'd found a really cool sensei. i ran into artists who drew things for me and i wrote for them!

i watched the rise AND fall of void els (raise your hand if you're an oger), in real time watched vMM became a cultural phenomenon (you're lying to yourself if you dont think he was - ykb did something irreversible to the add fandom that day i fear 😂 he's still relevant to this day lmFAO thank ykb for ur service), i watched the top LP/bottom LP debates :/, i'd poked my head into the els tag to see yall fighting but then i'd see some cool things too! i've seen so many cool projects and zines -- hell, got to actually take part in one! (cringe as it was - our writing, not the zine but still proud of doing that !!!)

addcest/hellsword (tumblr) isn't what it use to be though. (hell tumblr itself isn't what it use to be, let's be real LMAO) but... i think that i love that hasn't stopped some of us for cherishing and/or still loving add to this day.

i think if you'd told past me i'd be doing this, writing for one (1) singular anime boy, i wouldn't be surprised - couldn't expect it to go any other way i think

i'm not sure how to feel that ten years later i am still writing for him - it's been quite obvious where i felt it wane (but that was more my life and mental health (was in quite few depressive episodes - still am lmao), and joy - or lack thereof at the times - of writing and placing my joy momentarily elsewhere) but... wow i'm still here? LMAO

but i've met so many amazing people because of him... i've made connections, some not quite lasting, but then... there's always someone else there isn't there?

(i met dez and rain-kouhai for the first time recently! i've met more people for add hell between now and maybe 2-3 years ago! can you imagine that??? people still interacting, still wanting to talk about add - i literally can't! i go on twitter kr/jp and go "wow new add fanart" and feel so lucky !!!)

it's just little joys like this that makes me appreciate such things

i guess what i'm trying to say... thank you add for all the connections i've had and made.

thank you to my original trio

thank you to addhell tumblr... ! (literally would have never known some of yall)

thank you to void els (for gay add marriage lmao but also some more cool friends and mutuals)

thanks discord for hosting gay add ramblings and ao3 for letting me put my gay shit there

thank you - to anyone and everyone who has ever read my work and supported me - friends, mutuals, strangers, anons - and to anyone who's drawn/wrote for or with me! (yes, i think about your comments, your kind words, your support! yes your comment, you!) 😭😭😭 it is the simple act of creating and sharing/encouraging that seriously drives me forward in every word i type... and this alone feels like it's not enough!

but mostly, thank you add, for everything, really

where da hell would this bnuuy be without you?

i was going to... add a more emotional spiel but i think this is good enough, don't nya'll think? :')

"i'm so glad you're still here even after all these past ten years"

you know what? i think i might just be too

thanks for the one whole decade everyone wahoo !!!

-

"they shared a bed together." - jacket, nov 29th 2014

[beating-a-dead-plot]

Please Read If You Live In The USA

Hi! My name isn't actually Petunia, it's just a nickname, and I used it so I could maintain some level of anonymity on here and protect myself from shame and awkwardness. That is no longer an option to me.

I live in New York state, not the big city, a different region. If you are female, non-binary, or transgender and over the age of 18, living in a state that isn't so fun as mine, maybe you could come visit me? Maybe you finally decided that your random internet bestie should be your real life bestie and you just have to meet each other! After all, good friends are so hard to find these days! I live with family currently, so you would have to find a place to stay for your visit, but I would just love to finally get to meet you!

I mean, we could check out Niagara Falls, it's basically in my backyard, or we could take a little food tour of Western New York! If money is going to be tight, maybe it'll be on me if I'm in a decent spot with money, but if we're just two broke idiots, well, public parks are always a great option to hang out in, or we could hole up in your staying place and have some fun talking about all our favorite fandoms and characters! Also, we could take a little day trip to Canada, border's right there and and as long as you've got your documents and behave going through customs, it's fun! The butterfly conservatory is amazing, I bet you'd really love it! Think about how fun it could be to just have a little get-away with your internet bestie?

I don't care about my own embarrassment anymore, I will take being embarrassed for being a freak over not being at least offering to help people who need it right now. I'm nobody, I have like four mutuals and only one talks to me consistently (Which is my fault, NOT theirs, not playing the blame game here, not even close), but if someone needs a justifiable excuse to hang out in NY for a bit, send me a private message.

I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if you're even in the Star Wars fandom, I'll read up on something if you need me to. I can help with finding activities and resources in my area, I will gladly scope out the best hotels/motels/rentals in my area if you need me to.

Even if no one sees this post or takes me up on this, I just want to know, I tried. I tried to do something to keep people from being hurt when they shouldn't have to be. I'm currently a part-time college student and looking into getting applications in for jobs, but if you need help, if you need someone to be on your side when your own family isn't, come to me.

At this point, if you voted for the person hurting us? Still message me if you need help. I loathe your choice but I am not going to let you be hurt or worse because of it. Don't get me wrong, I am furious with those who voted him in, but if I let you suffer because of him, I would be no better than the hateful bigots on the other side from me.

And if immigration is what your goal is, I will gladly try to help you with Canadian immigration or coming to NY to explore your options. I will not help you cross with the intent to do so illegally, but a day-trip to check out Ontario? I will do it. I will not help with anything outright illegal, but if you need help and are willing to be close enough to legal not to get me arrested, I'm here.

There's this thing I saw people saying on social media "I could hate her more than anything in the world, and I still wouldn't leave her alone with that weird man at the party." You are now all in that first category, I don't care if you're a Trekie (I had to add humor, I'm losing it), you will never catch me leaving you alone at this party unless I am truly unable to, which would be if I'm arrested and/or dead.

Reach out if you need someone, there's none of you who should be left to the wolves now. <3

I am AFAB, cis-gender as far as everyone knows, I will now be referring to myself as straight but I used to go by bisexual as a label, and 23 years old. For more details, DM me and we can see what we need to do.

[blood-mocha-latte]

This feels presumptuous, but I feel like you write Joe Toye so well. I’m trying to write from his pov and it just isn’t clicking. Could you give me any advice on how you get his character voice?

hi! not presumptuous at all, you're very flattering <33

i'd say it's hard to get advice on how to write from someone's perspective because it will always be individual to a writer and their experiences -- you write what you know, and all that, so parts of perspective are impossible to define, when they're a part of the writer and the soul of the piece they're writing.

however, with toye, i'd say there's a couple of scenes from the miniseries (that i don't see talked about as much, lol) that i keep in mind when i write him.

as far as things not in the miniseries, i have another ask that has been in my inbox for way too long that i'll post soon that talks about that, so you can keep an eye out for that if you like :)

1 - episode 2, day of days, the horse scene

i'm exhausted lol so i'm not gonna go try and include the scene here, but i'm trusting if you're writing about him, you know of the Horse Scene. i think it's important to know for a lot of reasons, but it really gives insight into toye as a character and a voice because it shows a gentler side, but that side still knows that violence is, in the end, the only ultimatum. it shows both empathy and an understanding of what has to be done in the end, and is just a good ending to the overall scene. plus kirk acevedo looked really good. ahem

2 - episode 2, day of days, "he just wanted you to wait for his command"

the sequel to the horse scene in a way, but this is where toye's talking to guarnere after the fact, and is sort of playing both defense for winters but letting guarnere ramble. again, a good recap of the previous scene, but it also functions to show toye as more patient and a good friend, as well as have guarnere listen to him, which could lead to an understanding (at least in my writing, lol) that he sort of works as a voice of reason/translates well between an officer and nco barrier, if that makes sense. plus kirk acevedo looked really good

3 - episode 5, crossroads, "luz, shut up"

i tried really hard to find a scene that didn't involve luz to maintain a soley Toye Post, but i think that whether you ship luztoye or not, it's important solely because it plays into later scenes in bastogne as well as what we already know about him. he's annoyed at luz and someone talking over the movie, and tells him multiple times to shut up, but when them moving out is announced, they still end the scene with the movie grudge being immediately forgotten. it plays into later scenes and him wanting to be with his friends, wanting to be with another paratrooper on the ship, so on and so forth. in the end, i think a large part of understanding toye is getting that in the end, he cares deeply about the men he serves with, on all sides, and cares deeply overall, with both people and horses. plus kirk acevedo looked really good

toye has this sort of reputation in fandom i think of being very tough and sort of unfeeling that's easy to fall into, but i think overall it's important to get that he's still shown to be deeply empathetic and cares a lot. or something. idk lol.

again, this is all the stuff i could think of lol, a lot of writing toye and writing characters as a whole is a lot of using experience to write specific circumstances and filling in the holes of experience with inherent understanding of a voice through empathy, so this is what i could think of in terms of verbal assistance <3. thank you for the ask, i hope this was helpful!

[dropthedemiurge]

Got prompted by @pinkkop but also partially this might end up as the controversial Thai BL post because the range of characters I'd defend with the passion is very wide for me:D

8 BL BOYS I WILL THROW HANDS FOR

Uea (Bed Friend)

This show isn't jokingly called 'A Tale of 1000 Traumas' for no reason, I mean – there is only so much one young adult can go through, and Uea has been through... well, almost everything. Tagging hurt/comfort fics on AO3 will result into red triggers all around. What fascinates me in this character is his resilience, too. He managed to go through everything with the sheer will power and knowing his own worth, what he deserves and what he does not. I am so glad the show made an active choice to send him to therapy and give him a considerate and loving boyfriend! He really needs both.

Sky (Love in the Air)

Again, no surprise that everyone would want to protect Sky. The acting was also chef's kiss in this show, I know I shouldn't be but I absolutely enjoyed seeing Sky getting triggered and sent to the red-lit room in his mind because this was pure cinematography, but irl I would just hug Sky with consent and never let him go. And kick Gun until he never rises up again too. I think Rain should've been given full freedom to avenge for his best friend. But this is also why I'm writing all these skyrain fics – because they are safe space for each other and I want to keep seeing it.

Rain (Love in the Air)

Ehem, like I said– the show has not declared it loudly but he's one of the most ADHD characters in Thai BLs if I ever saw one. He does not deserve to be mocked for his struggles and airheadness. I wish we saw more of him playing into his strengths beside taming a dom, instead of being infantilized by the show sometimes. Don't ask me to dive into full analysis though, I only could watch the PayuRain half of the show once so I'm going off vibes I remember, but I absolutely adore Rain and love reading fics that focus on his ADHD headcanon and how others understand and help him. And also those platonic BDSM tendencies he has with his best friend Sky.

Kawi (Be My Favorite)

For this guy, I would not fight the show or narration because they treated both characters and viewers with care, gentleness, wise teaching and love (Max is a harsh brat but that's his personality). I would actually fight the fandom: from people who hate-watched this show and refused to acknowledge it was amazingly done further than 'i might've liked it but ew screw this actor and novel the show was inspired by amiright don't judge me for liking it jk lol' to some individuals who missed the beautifully developed and portrayed close bond (aspec on at that, I'll stay firm) that spread across >10 years and different timelines and reduced Kawi to immature whiny weirdo who's scared to fuck Pisaeng ten times a day instead of one, idk. This show is a gem with many life-lessons and Kawi has one of the strongest and fascinating character development in Thai BLs that I've seen. Hands are being thrown.

Boston (Only Friends)

The creators of the show said the series didn't have any intentional message, but considering how many long discussions and poured out frustrations we had with some people, Only Friends definitely did Boston wrong. So what if he's a proud slut, should the show punish him for it while praising 'righteous' characters high on their horses? I don't think so. My guy was constantly filmed illegally and threatened by his hookups and friends, he's very hesitant about falling in love but he tried his best with clearly spoken offers, poly views and limits. I also see Boston kinda neurodivergent and/or demiromantic based on many lines he said about himself and his own view of people and relationships in the series. Nick might not be fully compatible with him, and I would throw hands for both of them, but if those two would communicate better, there would be no need for the OOC "twist" at the end. Their story could be beautiful, sad and realistic, instead Boston being kicked down in the street dirt by everyone after opening up about his heart and fears made me angry.

Akk (The Eclipse)

These descriptions just keep getting longer and longer? Oops... I don't think I need to explain the desire to protect Akk – this guy has not stopped crying since a mischievous and passionate newbie managed to break through his 100m thick wall of composure, pokerface and sheer will to survive. And also through all the manipulation Akk faced from the people he looked up to. Akk and everything that he went through managed to rip my heart out, and I'm not kidding. If you're repressed, oppressed and/or struggling with money, desire to make your parents proud and can't help but feel 'disapproved' feelings for someone – meet Akk, he's very relatable. I'd protect him and you too.

Thua (The Eclipse)

*clears throat* I did say this post would get controversial. I can and I will consider 90% of the people who hate Thua as lacking media literacy :D But without getting into useless fandom discussions, Thua is a poor teenager that needs love and support to be able to find himself and his own voice. He's stressed out by a harsh step-father, constantly facing homophobia and mocking in school, has suicidal intentions and the only good friend who opposed homophobic students and teachers, who showed him safe space and helped reach out to his mother, encouraged him to speak out loudly... went behind everyone's back, started dating the main "bully" of the school who threatened every queer for months and decided to support him while silencing students' and Thua's voices. At least that's what Thua experienced from his POV. Would you throw hands? Thua did, and while I may not agree with how he handled the situation, I can't hate him. He finally stood up for himself and his own, tried to change the system, and I'd fight Suppalo school for him too.

Black (Not Me)

There's someone who doesn't need my protection at all! A second before turning into bloody merciless activist-fighter who doesn't shy away from murdering capitalists and cops, I would still want Black not to think he's better off alone. While antagonistic sexually-tense exchange of comas with his ex-best friend can count as one of the most delicious type of romance that happened in subtext not text, he still deserved to seek solace in his ex-girlfriend and (ex? they were so close, why Gram does not care about him at all when he returns? we'll never know) other activist friend's company. Also, fighting with his life to change something in how the country works and hearing 'nah, your twin is better, he knows how to fight with social media so we achieved more with him than with you' from his mentor and Black deciding that he should again ditch everyone he cares about...noo:( I need spin-off about him where he gets everything he really deserves.

[pavlovianfuckery]

you know what they say about slippery slopes

AO3

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

A/N: This was supposed to be just a regular massage but my finger slipped (snerk) and, well… things happened. sidenote; I am definitely blaming part of this on this one vid David Anders posted on Instagram a few months ago that did like, irreparable psychic damage to me, I should not be allowed on the internet anymore probably

the plan was to write something cute for valentines but *gestures vaguely* i am the way i am

Summary: Ever wanted to take a very pretty fictional man, oil him up, rub him down and give him a happy ending? Yeah, me neither

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: there's the massage thing and the massage thing, handjob stuff, bullying the man a little, some fluffy bits

Length: 6.9k

It's so late that it's almost early and after a long shift, all you want to do is get home and fall into bed. Sadly, there's still tables to wipe down and a floor to sweep. At least you don't have to close down the bar, though you would feel a bit more grateful about it if it wasn't for the fact that Don E keeps whistling a jaunty little tune while he does it.

Home. Shower. Bed. Peace and quiet. Mentally repeating the words like a mantra you grit your teeth, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when the whistling stops. The blessed silence doesn't last long, though.

"You know it's your boyfriends birthday in a couple of days, right?"

With the prospect of potentially living forever hanging over your head, things like birthdays don't really feel important anymore, so you hadn't even thought to ask Rather than telling him that, you roll your eyes and keep sweeping, fighting to get a particularly stubborn line of debris into the dustpan.

"He's not my boyfriend, Don E." You've been trying not to risk ruining everything by putting some sort of label on it, so you're not sure what Blaine is to you, anymore. You're pretty sure it's not that, though, and until you figure it out you'd rather focus on the here and now.

"Ha!" He stops wiping the counter and points a finger at you, looking completely convinced that he's caught you out. "Knew who I meant though, didn't you?"

Which, alright, maybe he has a point. Not that you'd admit that. Rather than argue you shrug, steadily making your way around the room, though perhaps gripping the broom a little tighter.

"And you're telling me because…?"

"Because he gets so damn mopey, every. Single. Year. If I have to put up with that one more time, I might ask Candy to push my head into the deep fryer."

"Bit of an over-reaction if you ask me." He looks so hard done by, and it almost makes you feel a bit bad for him. Though that might be because you almost can't keep from laughing. "And I'm still not seeing how it's my problem."

"I was kind of hoping you'd do a friend a favor and, you know," he shrugs, the rag in his hand flapping a bit sadly, "work your feminine wiles on him or whatever. Maybe stage a little intervention."

"An intervention, huh?" Sounds positively hare-brained, but you suppose it won't hurt to at least hear him out.

"You know, take one–" He makes an obscene gesture, "for the team, cheer him up."

"…I'll think about it." In fact, your mind is already starting to whirl with ideas and you lean against the broom, mulling a few of them over. Maybe…

"Come on, be a team play–"

"You really don't have to keep doing that." When he does it again, you can't stop from laughing, just a little. "No, really, please stop, I got it."

Sweeping the last of the dust up, you go to empty the dustpan in the trash. You've got a few ideas already, but maybe you should do some reconnaissance before deciding anything.

"I'm heading out, you got the rest covered?"

"Sure do," he does a lopsided salute before going back to wiping down the bar. "Godspeed, soldier."

⁂

You're still smiling when you knock on the wall that acts as a doorway to the office, not waiting for a response before stepping through the gaping hole in the brick.

He looks about as tired as you feel, leaning back in the office chair and scowling at the open laptop in front of him.

"So I take it your evening has been about the same as mine?" Rounding the desk you step behind the chair, sneaking your arms down and rest your hands on his chest. "Hoping yours had less handsy customers, at least."

Casually wrapping a hand around your forearm, he lets out a long-suffering sigh.

"This your way of asking for a raise?"

"No. In fact…" Drumming your fingers against his chest, "a little birdie told me that it's your birthday soon."

"Was the birdie bald, by any chance?" He snorts, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. Your point being?"

"The point is that apparently the situation is so dire that I've been tasked with staging an intervention."

"Sounds serious."

"I thought so too." Leaning down, you rest your chin on his shoulder. "It doesn't have to be anything, I can just…come over, bring some food, and we'll see where the evening goes. No pressure."

"Might not be such a good idea, doll." His grip around your arm tightens almost imperceptibly.

"You sure?" Rubbing your cheek against his, you decide to try and bargain a little bit. "There might be a gift for you to unwrap…"

"That a promise?"

⁂

In some ways it feels a bit like being back at the start again, standing outside his door. Except this time, there's no nervous twisting in your belly, no hesitation in ringing the bell. As the door opens this time there's no quip from him, and though the jeans are the same, the dress shirt from back then is swapped for a dark gray t-shirt that looks soft from wear.

"Hope you're hungry." Hefting the bag from the usual take-out place, you step inside. "Got your favorite, extra spicy."

Dropping your overnight bag at the end of the kitchen counter for now, you get started on unpacking the food. There's an empty martini glass by the sink, and he's definitely a little tipsy, but you'd more or less expected that.

You end up eating in the kitchen, and while it's a bit more on the quiet side than it usually is, it's nowhere near as bad as you'd thought it was going to be. By the time the food is mostly gone you're pretty sure that the situation had been exaggerated. Maybe not outright lying, because there is something almost subdued over him tonight, but nowhere close to how bad Don E had made it sound.

"I did actually get you a gift, by the way." Gesturing with the chopsticks, you almost drop them, making him shake his head at you with just the hint of a smile.

"You realize I can just buy whatever I want for myself, right?"

"I know." For some reason you almost feel a bit shy, picking at the last of the food with a shrug. "It's silly, but a friend brought me to this new shop a while back and I saw this there and thought of you." Reaching over to your bag, you fish around in it for a moment before retrieving a gift bag. Plopping it down unceremoniously on the counter, you slide it over to him. "Not much to unwrap, but I hear it's the thought that counts."

Tugging the ribbon at the top open, he cautiously peeks in the bag.

"You got me…coffee?"

"Told you it was silly." Maybe it was stupid. Why couldn't you have thought of something else? "But this new place does these fancy artisan blends, and they just started doing ones with chili. That's supposed to be the hottest one, and I remembered that you like coffee, so…"

What feels even sillier is the fact that you feel embarrassed at all. He's been inside of you in every way that matters, so something this small shouldn't make you flustered. And yet.

"If you're not careful, I might start thinking you have a crush on me." A few months ago it would have hurt to hear him say it so casually, but not anymore. Especially not when he looks almost fondly at you.

"Consider me guilty as charged, then." Twirling a lonely noodle around your chopsticks but not picking it up, you nod at the bag. "Should be one more thing in there."

This time he reaches into the bag, retrieving a plain-looking bottle. Turning it over in his hands, he pulls a bit of a face at the label.

"Really, doll?" He's always so quick to resort to humor, and this time is no exception. "If you wanted to rub your grubby little hands all over me, you could've just asked."

"Alright first off, my hands are not grubby," you put the chopsticks down with a laugh, almost a bit offended. "Maybe I just wanted to do something nice. And you're just about the tensest person I know so if anyone needs a massage, I'm pretty sure it's you."

"That your expert opinion, or…?" He raises a very skeptical eyebrow.

"More like amateur opinion, but yeah." You shrug, pushing the mostly empty container to the side. This is something else you've learned to recognize, how he'll pretend to be disinterested and make you push. You haven't figured out exactly why he does it, but it might have to do with plain stubbornness or even to have plausible deniability, somehow. "I'd really like to, if you'd let me. Who knows, you might even enjoy it." Maybe it's a low blow to use his own words against him, but he doesn't comment on it. Idly rolling the bottle between his palms, he sighs.

"I don't know about you, but I'm having another drink."

⁂

There's probably something to be said about how he sometimes hides behind alcohol, and how you wish he wouldn't. It's hard to mind it too much when he's kissing you though, lips almost flushed from the bite of chili pepper and faintly tasting of wine. The way to the bedroom is a meandering, stuttering thing, all hushed sighs and wandering hands. It's hard to say who leads who, and by the time you drop the bag at the foot of the bed your entire body is humming with want. As you go to pull the curtains closed, he all but plasters himself to your back.

"What are you doing?" The words are a bit muffled as he kisses the side of your neck.

"Setting the mood."

"Should I be expecting rose petals in my bed, next?"

"I didn't bring any, so I hope not." Grinning, you turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist. "All of this," you give his t-shirt a tug, "needs to go."

Another thing you've learned to appreciate is how he's nearly always a bit more pliable when he's been drinking. For once there's none of his little power-plays, no teasing. Instead he simply steps back, pulling the soft t-shirt over his head in one sinuous motion.

"Better?"

"A little." Hooking your fingers over the waistband of his jeans you pull him a bit closer again, backing towards the bed and dragging him along. As you sit down, you don't bother trying to hide how much you enjoy the view. "I did say 'all of it', though."

"There's that bossiness again." If it's meant to be some sort of protest it's not a very convincing one, especially not when his voice is turning so soft around the edges. Not when he's looking at you like that.

"You don't seem to mind it much. In fact…" You drop a few kisses across the soft plane of his stomach before grinning up at him, "I think you're starting to like it."

"…It has its moments." He huffs, sliding a hand down and giving the back of your neck a gentle squeeze.

"Good." Reaching for the fly, you fiddle with the button, but not popping it open. "Now, will you please take the rest of your clothes off?"

"In a minute." Plucking at the sleeve of your top, he gives it a little pull. "You keeping yours on? Might get messy…"

Roundabout though it is, he doesn't need to ask twice. Rather than putting on a show you strip quickly, impatient to get on with it before he changes his mind and tries to weasel out of it somehow.

"There." Reclining on the bed, you give him a pointed look. "Now you. And no more stalling."

And he doesn't stall, not exactly. But every move, from the way he pulls off his socks to the way he shimmies out of his jeans, still feels just a hint too slow and almost calculated to frustrate you. He looks very pleased with himself when he eventually stretches out on the bed next to you, and you can't resist playfully poking him in the chest.

"Finally. Was that so hard?"

"Not that hard," he grins, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling you closer, "but if you give it a minute…"

"Oh, that's terrib–"

The way he kisses you almost makes up for how he interrupts you. Still, you have a plan and you're going to stick to it, even if the feeling of his cock stirring as he rubs against you is starting to make it difficult to focus on much else.

"You're trying to distract me, aren't you?" Rolling your eyes, you pull back, dropping a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe," he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours with a lazy smile. "Is it working?"

This close you could count every lash if you wanted, trace every line around his eyes. All the shades of blueblueblue there pulling you in and down until your chest grows tight and it feels like you could drown there.

"Not even a little."

"Can't blame me for trying." He doesn't sound very disappointed, though. "So how do you want me?"

"On your front is fine, I think."

"This good?" He's almost obedient with how quickly he flips over onto his stomach, grinning at the way you can't keep from looking. As he rests his head on folded arms, your eyes slide greedily over the line of his shoulders, down the shallow dip of his spine.

"It's perfect." Reaching down for the bag, it doesn't take long to find the bottle and with it in hand, you can't resist crawling up his body, straddling his thighs and caging him in with your arms. Soft, pale curls tickle your nose as you nuzzle the back of his neck, muffling the words against his skin. "You're so beautiful."

"You don't have to keep saying that, you know."

"I know, it's just hard not to." You grin, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Want me to stop?"

"…No." He shrugs, or something close to it. "Just didn't have you pegged as the romantic type."

"I'm not, really." You hum, kissing your way from one shoulder to the other. "Maybe I'm just so damn in love with you that it makes me want to be, a little."

For a second you can feel him start to tense up, but then he sighs.

"And here I thought you were a smart woman." Despite the teasing words, his voice is so fond, and for a moment it's almost enough to soothe the sting of him not saying it back. It makes you wish that you could take every single ounce of i love you and physically push into him, douse him in it until he'd shine under your hands, as if it could make him understand. As if it could make him say the words, even just the once. But you can't, so you do the next best thing.

"Guess I'm not really that, either." With that you sit up, popping the cap on the bottle. As you pour oil into your palm, you hope that enthusiasm counts for something, because at this point it's pretty much all you've got. Starting slow you gently smooth the oil over his back and shoulders, no real pressure yet, just enjoying the way he feels under your hands. "Since this is kind of new for me, I hope you won't judge me too harshly."

"Me, too."

Rather than ask what he means, you try to focus on the task at hand. Even though you're just making things up as you go, there is still the urge to somehow do well, to do it correctly, to be good. Feeling the way he's slowly relaxing underneath you feeds into that so perfectly that it makes you feel almost warm. But then he usually has that kind of effect on you, especially lately.

Following the line of his shoulder up, you only half notice the way his eyelids flutter shut as you gently press the pads of your thumbs up the back of his neck. When you do it again he lets out a long slow breath, and while it's not much to go on it's enough to give you a starting point, at least.

Aside from the occasional sigh he's almost completely silent, and it ends up feeling like a gift to you as well, getting to just…touch him, like this. Not that you mind the usual chattiness, but this is nice, too. Different. As you knead his shoulders you can feel the tension draining from him little by little, and even though you're far from an expert, you can tell that there's a few stiff spots. Trying to think about where you get sore, you gently press your fingers in around the edges of his shoulder blades, careful not to hit the bone. As you press from bottom and rub upwards, he actually groans quietly.

"Is that a good noise or bad noise?" Being pretty familiar with the sounds he makes you're pretty sure which one it is.

"S'good," he sighs, voice muffled against the sheets.

"Is it, really?" You can't keep a huff of laughter from escaping as you do it again.

"Mm. You can keep…doing that, if you want."

"Oh, can I? That's generous of you." You do spend a few minutes more like that though, until you can feel him all but melt into the bed. Massaging the rest of his back is a lot less eventful, though he shivers very prettily as you kiss every notch of his spine on the way down.

Lacking any other excuse, you tell yourself that it's all in the spirit of being thorough as you tip some more oil out before moving on. You half expect some sort of clever comment from him as you start to rub your palms over the soft swell of his ass. When none comes, you give his right cheek a playful slap just because you can, though the way it makes him tense up almost makes you feel a bit bad.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." Grinning, you bend down and drop an apologetic kiss to the same spot that you struck. "You're not falling asleep, I hope."

"No," he snorts, cracking an eye at you. "So, is there a happy ending somewhere in my near future, or…"

"There might be." Putting a bit more force into it you push the heels of your hands into him, kneading at him for a while longer. Thinking about it you can't quite resist pulling the pliant flesh apart and dipping a finger down to gently touch him there. "You want one?"

"Maybe not like that, but…" He sighs again, burying his face in the sheets, "I'll think about it."

"Whatever you want, just tell me." Bending down, you press a kiss to the other cheek as well, just to even things out. Much as you'd like to linger there, you move on for now. You're starting to suspect you've been a bit too generous with the oil because everything is very slippery, but as you rub down the back and sides of his thighs, it's definitely not a bad thing. He doesn't seem to think so either, relaxing until he feels almost like putty in your hands. Working your way down and squeezing over the lean muscle of his calf you try to think about what to do next, and as you reach the ankle, you run a finger over the sole of his foot, mostly to see what he'll do. That gets you a discontented little noise as he twitches away, toes curling, and you can't keep from giggling. "Don't tell me you're ticklish."

"'m not."

"If you say so." Reaching up, you give his side a gentle nudge. "Turn over for me, sweetheart."

It feels a bit silly, outright stealing what you've come to think of as his word, but you can't think of another term that fits. And right now he really does look almost sweet as he stretches, long and shivery, before flopping over on his back with a contented noise.

"This isn't so bad." While the way he says it sounds almost grudging, with the lazy smile and dozy, half lidded eyes it might as well be a glowing review.

"I kind of suspected you'd come around to it."

"Did you, now?"

"Mm-hm." Grabbing the bottle you move back up, swinging a leg over to straddle his hips. "Give me your hand?"

And that's pleasant too, in its own way, rubbing the oil into his palms and back of his hands, all the way out to the fingertips and the neat, clipped nails before making your way back down to his forearm. He keeps shifting underneath you as you work, which makes it kind of hard to concentrate. Not that it was that easy before, but feeling his cock stir and swell as he rubs against you makes it so much worse.

"You're being very unhelpful right now."

"Yeah?" He doesn't look or sound sorry at all as he grabs your hips, pushing up against you and sliding his stiffening cock through your folds. "You mind?"

"I'm not done!" Laughing, you dig your fingers into his biceps, trying to pull up and away. "How do you expect me to work under these conditions?"

"Fine." Rolling his eyes, he lets you go, albeit reluctantly. He's almost well behaved after that, relaxing into your touch as you knead his upper arms and shoulders. Before moving down over his chest you add some more oil.

"Sorry about your sheets, by the way."

"Don't really care." The words vibrate against your palms as they glide across his chest.

"You sure?" Carefully watching his face, you rub the pad of a finger over one of his nipples. Giving it a small pinch has him letting out a small huff of breath.

"Gentle, doll." Softening your touch, you roll it between your fingertips, enjoying the way it makes his brows lightly knit together, voice going a bit breathier. "That happy ending still on offer, or…?"

Having him underneath you like this, vulnerable and so openly wanting is almost dizzying, filling your chest with warmth until it feels like you could burst from it.

"Obviously." Bending down, you trail soft kisses across his chest, not caring about the oil getting smeared all over you. There's going to be a thorough shower after this, anyhow. "Anything you want." Even though the words are hushed and close to his skin, they still have his breath speeding up, hand coming up to grip the back of your neck. "You want my hands?" Wrapping your lips around his other nipple, the way he shivers as you give it a few soft sucks is nothing short of delicious. The noise he makes at the gentle drag of teeth over the little nub makes it really hard to stop and let it go but you do anyway, laving your tongue over it. "My mouth?"

"Just…" His grip on you tightens and he makes a low frustrated noise, pulling on you until you move back up.

There's a hunger to the way he crashes his lips to yours, giving you a whole new appreciation for the clichéd expression 'stealing every ounce of air right out of your lungs'. Every move has his stiff cock rubbing against you, and for a few aching seconds you completely forget that this isn't supposed to be about you. He's panting a bit when you pull back, gently pushing down on his shoulders.

"Let me take care of you." Angling your hips just so, you rub against him a bit more firmly, purposefully. "Please? I want to."

There's something almost funny about how he manages to make you beg without needing to even do anything, but that doesn't make it any less effective.

"Go on, then," he groans, tilting his hips up to meet yours, "touch me."

And just like that you're thrown back in time, to your first night with him all over again. You'd been so full of nerves back then and almost sick with want, agonizing over how ill-advised the whole thing was. Although the wanting hasn't wavered, there's no nerves or agonizing this time as you slide down his body.

"You're almost too pretty like this." And he is, messy and glossy, eyes dark as his knees part with hardly any resistance at all to let you settle in between them. Giving his thighs a few kneads, you make yourself comfortable before popping the cap on the bottle again. Pouring out another generous helping, you can see that there's no real danger of running out just yet, but you've definitely done some decent damage to it tonight.

There's an odd sense of intimacy about giving someone a hand-job, and the way his breath hitches as you wrap a hand around him makes you wish that he'd let you do it more often. Even though you keep the touch soft he still throbs against your palm as you spread the oil around, a fat drop of pre-come gathering at the flushed tip. It takes a conscious effort not to rush, and as you wrap a hand around his shaft and give him a gentle squeeze, the sound he makes is so frustrated and almost needy that it makes you ache in sympathy.

"You plan to keep teasing me long?" He might have been trying to sound casual about it, but the rough edge to his voice and the way his chest unsteadily rises and falls kind of ruins that.

"Not that long." As you softly rub the palm of your hand over his tip he tenses up, a breathless little moan falling from his mouth. "Just a little while." For now you just try to treat it as another step in the massage, lazily stroking his cock, enjoying how it gets more slippery by the minute as drops of pre-come leak out and mingle with the oil. As you cradle his balls in your free hand and roll them in your palm, you can't resist gently pressing at the space behind them. Moving a bit lower and ghosting a slippery fingertip over his entrance has his knees drift a little further apart, hips angling up towards you a bit more. "Can I?"

When he doesn't respond you push just a bit more, not quite dipping inside, not yet. It's a stubborn kind of silence rather than an unwilling one, eyes sliding shut and hands restlessly fidgeting in the sheets. As you spread a bit more oil over him there, his knees drop another fraction of an inch further apart. As he twitches against your fingertips and you start pushing inside, he swears under his breath, head thudding back against the pillow.

"You'll have to tell me, sweetheart." And the words shouldn't come out sounding like that, quiet and almost desperate, but you're painfully aware that tonight, you both had the same thing for dinner. That there's no influence here, just the way he swells in your hand as you work a second digit into him. Some things are still the same though, like the faint echo of his heartbeat thrumming against your fingers, and how the way he tightens around them as you stroke almost has you quietly moaning.

It's slower this time, both by necessity and because you don't want it to end too soon. Thinking back to last time, you try to recall exactly what you did, quickly pushing away the thought of the morning after. The angle itself is easy enough, but had you been thrusting, rubbing, or something else?

Laid out in front of you like this, legs spread and chest heaving, he looks like the prettiest puzzle in the world as you set out to see what will work when there's nobody in the passengers seat. He doesn't give you any directions, not really, but the noise he makes when you get it right makes it feel completely worth it. From there the silence slowly unravels until he's moaning too, hands reflexively tightening in the sheets.

"Won't you look at me?" He's so damn stubborn and too proud by half and you shouldn't have to beg, but at least it works, even if it's just for seconds at a time. "Looks like I finally found a way to shut you up." It's a bad attempt at humor but you're not sure what else to say. He's clearly still enjoying it but you're not used to him being this quiet, and you can't honestly say that you enjoy it as much as you thought you would. "Should I stop?" You slow down until you're barely moving, rubbing the pad of a finger against the sensitive underside of his tip in feather-light little strokes.

"Don't, pl—" He takes a few unsteady breaths, tongue darting out to wet his lips, "don't stop."

"No?" Wrapping a hand around him properly again you touch him a bit more firmly, enjoying the way it makes his abdomen tense up and twitch as you add a little twist at the end of each stroke. "Tell me what you want, then. Talk to me."

"Need to fucking come, want you to," he takes a few more breaths, quick and wavering, "to fucking make me, all over you."

Even if it wasn't intended that way, the emphasis on 'make' almost has you light-headed.

"In a minute." You slow back down again, soaking up every frustrated noise that falls from his pretty mouth, drinking them in like nectar. It feels almost mean, but on the other hand it's not like you haven't earned the right to bully him, even if it's just a little. Rubbing the pad of your thumb in slick little circles over the swollen head, you can't resist teasing him some more. "Let me hear that lovely voice say 'please', first."

"Oh, you fucking bitch, you—" There's no real heat behind the words and you can't even find it in you to be offended when he's like this, panting and desperate as he uselessly ruts against your hand. "Alright, please, just… please."

"See, that wasn't so hard." And despite the whole thing feeling a bit underhanded, you can't deny that it's satisfying. "You getting close?" You can tell but you still want to hear him say it, to keep him talking.

"Yeah, just—" Chest hitching with shaky little breaths as he inches closer to the point of no return, he really is too pretty. He's almost trembling with it, knuckles going noticeably paler even through the fake tan as he crumples the sheets in his grip.

"Will you do just one more thing for me?" And you know that you're pushing it, but the way he's leaking all over your hand is definitely going to your head, and the noise he makes as you press into him a little firmer, move just a little faster, definitely isn't helping either. "Something real easy?"

The only response you get is a shaky nod, but it'll do. There's a twitch in his jaw as he chases it, eyes fluttering shut again.

"I want you to say 'thank you' when you come for me." You can feel him throb and swell against your palm, and the noise he makes as you squeeze around the base is something almost like a whimper. "Can you do that for me, be nice and polite?"

"Fuck you." Despite the way he tries to almost spit the words at you it's really more of a drawn out moan, and it's hard to take it very seriously when he's almost arching off the bed.

"No?" Seeing him reduced to this breathless, messy wanting feels almost like a gift somehow, and you can definitely see why he's so fond of doing it to you every chance he gets. It's addictive. Still, you can't help feeling a little mean as you let go of his cock, going completely still inside of him.

"No, don't fucking—" There's that reedy edge to his voice, the one you could almost get drunk off, and for a few moments you worry that you might have gone a little too far, that he's going to push you away. It's not like it'd even be difficult for him to do. "Fine, I'll fucking do it," he looks almost pained as the words come in fits and starts, sounding as if he could choke on them, "just, no more stopping."

"That's good. You're so good to me, do you know that?" Taking pity on him, you don't wait for a response before wrapping your fingers around him again. Rather than picking up where you left off you start over, the light touches drawing the prettiest, wavering little moans from him. "Tell me what you need, I promise I won't stop."

"Bit faster…" Still keeping the grip light you speed up, making sure to run your fingers across the sensitive underside on every stroke. "Fuck, I'm close," there's an urgency to the words as he swallows around them, legs tensing up as he braces for it, "please, have to let me fucking come on you."

Even like this, trapped between your hand and your fingers and just on the brink of falling apart he's still making demands, trying to claw back control in whatever small way he can. Scooting in closer and bending down just a little more is a bit of a balancing act and though he still feels a bit far away, under the circumstances it's the best you can do. It's still close enough though, his tip brushing against your breasts as he thrusts up against your hand, hips twitching off the bed almost on their own.

Pushing into him a little more firmly you can feel it there too when he drops off the edge, spasming around your fingers with a drawn out moan as his cock swells and pulses in your hand.

"Fuck yes, thank you…" His eyes are almost glazed over and so fixed on the way he spills over your chest and neck in messy spurts, that you're not sure if he realizes that he's very nearly babbling. "Fucking love you, thank you, oh, fuck…"

Watching him like this, desperately sucking down air he doesn't really need and so awash with pleasure that he's all but lost to it, you don't think that you could love him any more than this even if you tried. Keeping your touch gentle you do your best to draw it out, keeping him there until every drop is spent and you all but drip with it as he sinks into the sheets, trembling through the aftershocks. You end up having to retract your earlier thought, because this, him boneless and sated and dozy and knowing that you did that, is even better. Since the bedding is once again a lost cause, you quickly wipe your hands on it before laying down, snuggling in as close as possible even though it makes him scrunch his nose at you.

"You really have to get it all over me?" Despite the grumbling he still reaches for you, pulling you closer.

"Should have put it somewhere else, then. Besides, I'll be stealing your shower in a bit, anyway." Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you sigh. "You could always join me, if you want."

"Pretty sure I don't need an invitation in my own home, doll." He murmurs, absentmindedly weaving your fingers together. "Want me to take care of you, first?"

"After." Squeezing your legs together, you savor the sweet ache between them.

⁂

As much as you dislike this house, you have to admit that the bathroom almost makes up for it, even if the size and the gleaming black and white tile make you feel out of place. As tempting as the spacious shower with its ridiculous water pressure is, your eyes are instantly drawn to the huge bathtub. Even though you don't say anything he still picks up on it, so the look of longing must have been more obvious than you thought.

"You can if you want to, you know."

It'd feel like imposing, even if the thought is silly. Biting your lip, you consider it.

"Looks to me like there's room for two in there." It's probably a bit of an understatement, but it gets the point across, you hope.

"I'm really more of a shower guy," he stretches with a pleased groan, completely unselfconscious in all his nakedness. "You knock yourself out, though."

Something so small and insignificant shouldn't be disappointing, but it somehow is, at least a little bit. Not enough to keep you from turning the tap though, quickly starting to fill the tub with water so hot it's only just this side of steaming. Rather than getting in the shower right away he hovers, and you're not sure why.

"Let me know if you change your mind." Not that you'd expect him to, but it's at worth a shot. Instead of waiting for the tub to be full you get in right away to give yourself a quick rinse, shivering as the warmth seeps into your bones. It's almost makes you feel alive in a way that the shower at home never quite manages, no matter how high you turn up the heat. As you get comfortable and let your eyes slide shut, you hear the rattle of the shower door sliding open and then closing again a few seconds later.

"Alright, move." Even though the tone is slightly annoyed, the way he leans down to squeeze your shoulder is anything but.

"What happened to being a shower guy?"

"So now you don't want company? Fine, don't let me bother—"

"Oh no, you don't." Reaching up, you grab his wrist before he can move away, spreading your legs. "Come here."

There's a moment of hesitation, but all it takes is a soft pull of encouragement for him to step into the water. Slotting himself between your thighs he stretches out, sinking down and taking up more than his fair share of tub, which honestly shouldn't surprise you.

"Happy now?" With a put upon sigh that you don't buy for even one second, he leans his head back to rest against your shoulder.

"What do you think?" Reaching down, you rest your hands against his chest, rubbing soothing little circles over his still slick skin.

"I think you've got your work cut out for you, because I am greasy as hell right now." The casual way he says it does nothing to stop your heart from doing a slow flip in your chest.

"You are way too fond of putting me to work." Reaching for a washcloth, you pause to press a quick kiss to his temple. "And just for reference, I am."

Even though he's perfectly capable of cleaning himself, there's something almost peaceful about doing it for him. You definitely could've used less oil than you did though, but if that means getting to spend a few minutes more like this, you don't mind. He doesn't really seem to either, leaning into your touch with a pleased hum as you scrub at almost every inch you can reach. As the suds glide over his skin, you just know that he would so readily be turning a pretty shade pink right now if he was properly alive. It's almost painfully domestic, but right now, you wouldn't have it any other way. While you'd happily stay like this for the rest of the night, there is only so much scrubbing to be done, and the water cools down a lot faster than you'd like.

Getting out of the bath is no more pleasant than it would have been before the turn, the air feeling much too chilly despite being a perfectly normal temperature. As you reach for a towel, the arms wrapping themselves around you from behind catches you off guard.

"This is kind of weird." Running a hand over his forearm, you lean back against him, "I'm not used to you being this warm."

"You don't like it?"

"Just feels a bit strange." Pulling away you make a new grab for the towel, successfully this time. Drying off proves to be a bit harder than it should be on account of him refusing to behave, and in the end you simply give up, letting him pull you back to bed.

The sheets stick to your damp skin as he pushes you down, covering your body with his. Even now he still feels faintly warm all over, or almost. His mouth is the same temperature as always, tongue feeling almost chilly as he messily kisses his way down over your still heated skin, settling between your legs.

"What are you doing?" Sliding your fingers through the soft curls at the back of his neck, you give them a gentle tug. The way he leans into it with a slow smile has your stomach twisting with want all over again.

"Didn't notice any cake earlier, so…" The way he wraps his arms around your thighs and pries them apart wider is slow and entirely purposeful, making it blatantly obvious what he's doing, as if you didn't already know. He looks very pleased with himself as he continues, cool breath puffing against your heated skin, "I'm pretty sure that makes you dessert."

⁂

If you liked this spicy snack even a little, please consider supporting your local smut-slinger and hitting the reblog button on the way out, perhaps even drop a comment if you're feeling generous, it really helps with the motivation side of things a lot!

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

[3-stones-deity]

about

hi! my main blog is @doyouremem8erme (you may know me as marcylore or ghostadventurespirit0rb if you followed me back in the day) and i was into amphibia from after true colors until about a year after season 3 ended. however...i have now gotten back into this silly frog show and wanted to dig up old art from that time in the fandom.

i focus primarily on art but will reblog old fandom posts that i enjoy as well! fics, shitposts, gifs, etc.

most of my posts come from the depths of my main blog but i also will go through other blogs. lmk if you dont like me reblogging old posts directly from you and ill be sure to get them from the source instead! its just more efficient to queue directly from another blog. i also use the new tumblr search operators to find posts from specific fandom eras!

important note: this blog serves as an archive of art i enjoy and while ill avoid reblogging from artists who were found to be problematic, they may still appear on this blog on occasion to catalog that old art. reblogs from them do not mean i support the actions of the artist in question.

current queue schedule: every 2 hours, 10am-midnight. i occasionally will post outside of that as well, usually for more presently circulating art.

my tags (and their sources if applicable):

#funny frog show - posts that are too sillay to get serious poetic tags but that i still like

#faves - personal fave posts. this blog is already curated so this tag is truly things i Think Abt A Lot

#your heart is an empty room with walls of the deepest blue - anne boonchuy (source: your heart is an empty room by death cab for cutie)

#burning cities and napalm skies，fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes - calamity anne (source: ocean eyes by billie eilish)

#and i was running far away，would i run off the world someday? - marcy wu (source: runaway by aurora)

#show me how to lay my sword down for long enough to let you through - sasha waybright (source: eight by sleeping at last)

#heaven knows，we're trouble prone，together until the end of time - sprig (source: trouble prone by oh geeez)

#sometimes the monsters turn out to be those who stood there by your side - andrias (source: nothing good from centaurworld)

#‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs - varies a bit, but intended for night!marcy and other marcy angst related to her possession (source: youth by daughter)

#lately my head's on fire and my voice is not my own - darcy/possessed marcy (source: awakening by oh geeez)

#when will we find a story that never ends - marcanne (source: @/calamity-unlocked's tags)

#our coming of age has come and gone - sashanne (source: peace by taylor swift)

#i can't make it go away by making you a villain - sashanne but angsty (source: happiness by taylor swift)

#i'm sending out smoke signals hoping i'll see yours too - sasharcy (source: smoke signals by cavetown)

#old partner in crime i’m going to try to fall in love with you again - sashannarcy (source: arms unfolding by dodie)

#we are the reckless，we are the wild youth - calamity trio/sashannarcy angst (source: youth by daughter)

#the story of the beast with those four dirty paws - anne & the plantars (source: dirty paws by of monsters and men)

#i promise you that soon the autumn comes to steal away each dream you keep - newt moms (source: rises the moon by liana flores)

#look for me on the sun-bright sparrow， i will come on the breath of the wind - yulivia (source: yankee bayonet by the decemberists)

#it's just a triptych in decay - barreleifdrias (source: death thrice drawn by the scary jokes)

#and you can aim for my heart，go for blood - true colors (source: my tears ricochet by taylor swift)

#quiet when i'm coming home，i'm on my own - season 3a (source: when the party's over by billie eilish)

#scattering sparks of thought energy，deliver me and carry me away - olivia & yunan (source: the mind electric by miracle musical)

#you're coming back and it's the end of the world - season 3b (source: i want you by mitski)

#dry your smoke-stung eyes so you can see the light，you're staring at the sky，watching stars collide - full calamity anne (source: shallows by daughter)

#your words they come to me in memories，they sing to me like songs - post-finale (source: ultimately by khai dreams)