#feel free to send me asks about anything

[dreamaruu]

would u still love me if i was a bug 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[bandzboy]

MUSIC BOX IS OPEN! this is a carrd that contains music from kpop groups that are mainly under the big 4 + starship and others that i can find! it also has concerts and mvs included as extra and it will be updated regularly once i find other drives for other groups that might be missing or when they have comebacks! hope you find it helpful ♡

[solarpunkani]

Solarpunk Community Playlists

So we've got the community playlist for Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, right? It's nice and big, but I wanted to make more community playlists with specific vibes in mind! I've already added a bunch of songs to each, but the goal is to let everyone contribute to them and enjoy them!

Solarpunk and Chill is for lofi/chill beats! The aim is to have it be mostly lofi, or generally just good music to chill to while studying or working on projects!

Solarpunk Sunny Beats is for songs that are pretty upbeat and just feel solarpunk to us--whether its the subject matter of the song, or just the way the instruments sound! It's meant to be the middle ground between the lofi playlist and the next.

Solarpunks Fight for Our Future! is for songs that are punk/punky/rebellious-feeling! The kind of playlist you would bump to on the way to a protest, or do some action--what's the soundtrack that plays in your head if you were to guerrilla garden or do other rebellious acts? Add it here!

I hope you enjoy! I can't wait to listen to everyone's contributions!

[mizuski-pirat]

Pac stealing Fit's blood homoerotically the other day gave me an idea for a Mad scientist AU :0

I definitely don't have the skill to do anything with it so if anyone wants to adopt it feel free lmao

I might explode into brainrot about it on here occasionally tho 👍

Think combination Frankenstein+ Monster and Capitan America style scientifically created supersoldier... But reverse.

So Pac is a scientist who specializes in chemistry and biology (with a dash of mechanics... Unless Mike handles that) who recently signed up to rehabilitate, heal, and re-humanize chemically-created supersoldiers after the end of a recent war (because leaving them crippled, traumatized, and dehumanized in more ways than one is no way to honor them for their service... As long as they're no longer of good use)

Fit was a particularly powerful and infamous super soldier, one of the first actually. (So leaving him on active duty would be seen as a threat to other countries). But... Beyond that, he's also very very badly injured.

Becoming a chemical and partly mechanical monstrosity isn't exactly good for you, so it's sort of expected that even if you don't die during the transformation process, you'll either die sometime afterwards or at least much earlier than the regular human life expectancy. Going through a whole damn war definitely didn't help. (I'm thinking maybe blown up by specially designed "End" crystal explosions at least 35786543 times). So by the time the war was over, he was more or less found in an explosion-torn ditch in the middle of the wasteland, surrounded by corpses, entirely unable to move, and in constant unimaginable pain (he's still pretty much in constant pain all the time btw. Everything hurts). There's little-to-no chance he'll ever fight again.

This is where Pac comes in.

[waywardangel-wilds]

Reading Mockingjay as someone who adores Katniss, is so heartbreaking. Babygirl is going through it. Like I legitimately believe once Peeta’s doing better he cries when he realizes everything she went through. His phrasing at the end of the book makes it sound like he wanted to get to her as soon as possible. I just get so emotional that they reach a point where they can take care of each other again 🥺

Oh my god thank you for sending this because I completely agree!!! I think about this a lot because during Mockingjay Peeta was out of it. He had no real clue just how badly Katniss was doing! And just reading that bit, where he comes back with the Primroses!!!! I just know he feels so remorseful like he should have done more (which he obviously couldn't have) because he knows that in many ways she was on her own and they've been a team for 3 years at that point and he wasn't there!!!

This is why I am eternally looking for the perfect growing back together fic that explores this because: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! That would be such an emotionally raw time for them!!!! Just UGHHH!! Knowing how Katniss is, and how she hates feeling weak, but also knowing that they trust each other a lot, but there's so much pain and baggage to work through and OMGGGG. I keep trying to write my perfect version of this for me but tbh I never will because I just can't seem to be able to deal with all the emotions this makes me feel!! AH!

[mitsundere]

gepard omegaverse headcanons

so this has been cooking in my head for quite a while now, but i've only just typed it up.

⚠️ cw : internalized homophobia , internalized discrimination against omegas (?) 

can be taken as reader-insert, gender-neutral, but there's one (1) mention of a hypothetical scenario where they have a vagina / ovaries. like 1-2 bullets only, about pregnancy. i'll put it in color red if anyone wants to avoid it. feel free to send me a message on how to word it properly, or if i should change anything

general headcanons

omega. smells like winter pine with a tad of cinnamon and a lingering floral scent. the more pleased he is, the more prominent the floral tones.

no one knows of his dynamic except for his family, and a few high-ranking senior officers and doctors of the guard (including the supreme guardian and pela, a family friend). he’s been raised as an alpha, and everyone in belobog sees him as one.

uses both scent-blocker patches and heat suppressants regularly. it’s a must for any member of the silvermane guards, especially those in the frontlines and on patrols. while his scent normally wouldn’t be a problem, it gets sickeningly sweet during pre-heats, so he has to use the patches. fortunately, he hasn’t experienced any problems with heat suppressants yet.

prefers to spend heats alone. while the original gepard wouldn’t even think of having a vacation for himself, in this verse he’s more likely to do it (whether he wants to or not). at least once a year, he tapers down his heat suppressants to maintain his body’s natural hormone cycle— letting him have his heat. 

he’s ashamed of it, wishes that he was born as something else. but it didn’t matter what he wanted. the people need him to be this indestructible shield for belobog. a powerful alpha, not… whatever he was right now. it’s even worse when he remembers how his sisters were both alphas. why was he the only one burdened with this? he tries not to think about it by drowning himself in work

with an alpha

it takes a while for him to warm up to them. after all, he’s been raised to act like one. he doesn’t want to give in to his instincts. it was a good thing he was pretty disciplined! (read as: used to not getting what he wanted / not being in control of his life)

you need to be a gentle alpha to win this captain’s heart. he still has to come to terms with and be more forgiving of himself. let him touch you freely. explore your scent glands and canines. it gives him a sense of control, making him more relaxed

steals your clothes. yes, even if you’re smaller than him. if you lose an article of clothing, it’s most likely with gepard as he stays at the restricted zone for months. be careful when sending him letters with items like a handkerchief, anything with your scent. he might just go into premature heat (and he’ll be sent home. whether this is a win or not is up for debate)

with a beta

the most comfortable match for gepard. there’s no pressure to conform with the standard alpha/omega partnership. he won’t accidentally go into heat with a you due to lack of a strong scent, and you won’t go crazy when you smell him. he can just be a normal person around you

your lack of strong scent won’t stop him from nuzzling into your scent glands, though. you do have a scent, it’s just a bit.. subtle. not overwhelming like an alpha’s or omega’s— and he’s obsessed with it. like drinking cold water on a hot and humid day, it has no taste but you can’t help but keep drinking it, right? be prepared for a lot of cuddling!! he’ll do anything to get a whiff of you

in my verse… unfortunately, if the beta has a vagina / ovaries / uterus etc. as their reproductive system, they cannot get an omega pregnant. they can get surgery for this, but i imagine it isn’t quite available in jarilo-vi yet

if this is the case, gepard would be quite sad as he wants a family. but maybe after a long talk, he’ll come to accept that there are other methods of having one.

with an omega

gepard appreciates that there’s someone who can understand him. raised in a conservative family (i imagine, have you read “landau’s choice?”), it would bother him first. internally. but he’ll come around later on to accept that he liked you.

afraid of exposing his dynamic at first. would you still accept him? he’s hidden his dynamic all his life. what if you leave him after? would you be disgusted at the idea of him, an omega, liking you, another omega? please be patient with him. he’ll tell you when he’s ready

being with you also makes his alpha upbringing come up. he thinks that you should be protected, and doesn’t mind if you use him as a shield for any other alphas that want you (one of the benefits of appearing as an alpha to the masses)

out of all the relationships/dynamics listed, i think this is the most likely one that doesn’t start off as love. it’s more of a shared comfort or friendship, and gradually becomes something more. 

[cuubism]

hello friends. despite my 9 million existing dreamling wips i'm feeling the need to branch out a bit for the sake of my mental variety. what pairing other than dreamling should i write a little something for? could be romantic or platonic

other way of phrasing i guess: any pairings you really want to see more fics for in the fandom?

[ruvviks]

WELCOME TO BLIGHTWOOD CROSSING. DON'T LOOK BACK

taglist (opt in/out): @shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart, @vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman, @celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister, @dameaylin, @killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

I just can't get over how Tails spied on Sonic in the bath via satellite in the movies (and enjoyed the view. He knew what he was doing). They (probably unintentionally) giving us shippers fuel ❤️👀

Listen listen, anon

Anon

I think about some of those tidbits from Sonic Movie 2 all the time

I mean it's not as if this is out of character for Tails (given that he more explicitly just kind of straight up stalked Sonic in the backstory in Japan's version of the Sonic 2 manual) but man

This really is not to mention the way Sonic feigns uncomfortability/disgust when he's like "You even watch me in the shower??", and then when Tails doesn't even skip a beat explaining that he knows Sonic takes bubble baths Sonic full 180s into "Wow!😊". Just full on impressed with how extensively Tails has been watching him

Like they just dropped on us "Tails watches Sonic constantly like it's the Sonic show, no matter how private or intimate the moment" and "by all rights Sonic is perfectly okay with the knowledge of this behavior" and expected us to be normal about it?😂

I could probably make an entire post logging Sonic movie 2's sontails shipping fuel honestly

Honarable mention of a scene is when Maddie starts looking through Tails' backpack of inventions and comments "This fox is into some freaky stuff!"

Interesting connotations there

Anyways😂

[butteronabun]

I have seen your diluc requests, guys! 🤍 please bear with me. as of the moment, i’m still taking my time in planning and writing them - i want to make sure that they’re all good in my eyes. 🫡🫡 but fear not, i’ll be posting them soon!

in all honesty, i’m taking a break from diluc hdjhdj he’s still the loml though, i’m just occupied with irl stuff ( college, wanting to cut my hair, buying shades of lipstick that fit me, and finding new hobbies ) / other interests ( ngl it’s alhaitham and a lil bit of heizou rn LMFAO )

i hope everyone’s having a stellar day / week! 🌸

[aether-weather]

haii i saw u wanted requests what about blaze and marine in silly outfits? :3c

hiya!! sorry it took me so long to answer this, art block hit me right in the middle of drawing this so if some parts look a bit wonky just ignore them (specifically marine's hands. please dont look at them i struggled so much ;-;)

i didnt exactly know what you meant by "silly outfits" so i kinda just drew them in outfits i thought were cool lol

this was super fun to draw though! i hope i did your request justice >:D

now never ask me to draw marine again /lhj

[daenystheedreamer]

I think I’ve sent you an ask about lucemond before but I think it’s funny how now that their fandom has died down a good majority have migrated to being drarry shippers

Rlly funny as the mauraders part of the fandom hates them and I like observing mauraders fandom and lcmds like my little ants in a jar so it’s like my ants r fightiiingggg <3

yo drarry? i was soooo sure they'd convert to jegulus omg... thank you for the update i love researching fandom trends. also love observing marauders its extremely funny its the best case study of fanon ever i think. totally from whole cloth, bends to trends, changed over the years as fandom attitudes change. so funny. u can judge them based on how they deal with peter pettigrew its great (i truly believe that if fandom didnt hate fat people jeter would have beat out jegulus. but no its twink ukes all the way down!)

once the funeral is over ill be very happy to never have to see the word taoba ever again. god or their bunny luke or mermaid luke stuff. mermaid AUs are always SO horny in the weirdest way.... or having to see gifs of aemond misinterpreted. u guys do NOT understand him thats what offends me most. i HATE seeing his actions interpreted under the gaze of "he lusts for luke" like NO he has an inferiority complex and isnt over getting bullied or getting owned by a fortnite kid. god. worse than the daddy dom!aemond x reader stuff.... u will never understand his LAYERS!

[bcofl0ve]

what started in beautiful rooms | an austin butler x priscilla actress!reader story ❀˖°

part 1/?, RATED M MINORS DNI

summary: “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.

word count: 2,575

warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is 21 when the story starts, austin is 28), unhealthy romantic and sexual relationship dynamics, explicit smut.

chapter summary: “so then someone shared, if you want some inside scoop, “austin butler checked in to a hotel with a girl- they are sharing a room, it has one bed, one king bed.”and they said they would let us know when they figured out who the girl was… and the girl is ___ - i looked her up and she is playing the role of priscilla presley in the new elvis film…you know what we call that ladies? full circle.”

chapter soundtrack

i live for comments and love talking about my writing! pls feel free to come chat via anon (or off anon!) anytime. more than happy to share headcanons and what not (-:

xxx

November 27th, 2019 | Sydney, Australia

You braced your hands against the sink counter, taking a shaky breath in and out.

It wasn’t that Austin would stop you from leaving if you walked out of the bathroom and told him you’d changed your mind. He’d asked if you were sure about accepting his proposition of getting a room for the night no short of six times after you’d agreed. And another three on the drive over from media training for the GQ event tomorrow. 

“I don’t wanna pressure you ” He’d said as the car pulled to a redlight, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You sat up a little straighter, hands folded in your lap as you spoke. “And you aren’t Austin.”

It wasn’t a lie, nor had he had to do much convincing to begin with. The idea of it had lingered in the back of your mind since the first Facetime call after casting was finalized. He was ridiculously attractive- you hit it off instantly. And if how touchy he was when you spent time together in person meant anything you assumed he was into to some degree.

But he was with Vanessa.

And still was, though you’d assigned a “kinda” moniker to that in the past hour since he caught your arm walking to the parking lot, rushing the disclaimer out when he saw how wide your eyes at the initial proposition.

“We’re gonna break up real soon. Don’t think she wanted to do it before I had to come here and do press. That’s all.” 

It was still wrong, You thought- knew. 

But you’d managed to shove down the guilt, talking yourself in circles about how they’d be broken up within 24 hours of him getting back to the states and that no one would ever have to know about this. 

Austin gave you a ball cap and sunglasses from his car when you went inside, donning the same simple disguise himself as he checked in using a name that wasn’t his.

There was, even so, a flash of recognition in the recipetionsits eyes when he talked and tried to ignore it, alongside the anxiety blooming in your chest. 

Which you did pretty well until you actually got up the room- ducking into the bathroom “for a second” that was starting to approach ten minutes. 

You weren't surprised when a familiar knock came through from the other side. 

“You alright?” Austin asked, concern in his tone. 

Swallowing thickly, you opened and shut your mouth when you felt tears stinging behind your eyes.

Heat rushed to your face as you tried to chastise yourself away from crying. Every other twenty-one year old actress you knew would be jumping at the opportunity to sleep with their attractive co-star that had almost a decade on them.

But here you were, about to cry in the bathroom and shoot yourself in the foot like a little bitch, you mumbled under your breath.

You didn’t realize the sliding bathroom door didn’t have a lock until you heard a creak as it slipped half an inch open, and heard Austin’s breathing.

He paused, and you could almost feel him leaning his head against the door. 

“You can come in.” You whispered before he could say anything and the door slid all the way open slowly.

He stepped in and you looked away when you caught his eyes in the mirror, his face dropping when he clocked your expression and realized you were close to tears. He took a step closer and leaned his backside against the sink counter.

“Hey,” He said softly, placing a hand over one of yours.  “I meant what I said, I can drive you back to your AirBnB right now- that’s okay.”

There was some part of you that knew you should take him up on that, but whether it was right or not you didn’t actually want to leave. But you weren’t about to turn and unload on Austin about how conflicted you felt about the whole affair aspect of what you were barreling towards.

“We still have a whole movie to film together, and promote.” You started, hating that your voice trembled. “If this makes things weird and then we hate each other or can’t be in the same room,”

Austin listened intently to your rambling, rubbing his thumb against the side of your hand where he was still holding it. 

“Well one, I don’t think you could ever do anything that’d make me hate you.” He said, a hint of a southern drawl slipping into his voice that made you want to kiss him senseless mid sentence. “Not that I don’t get where you’re coming from, cause I do.” He continued. “But all that matters tonight is you and me. Not Elvis and Priscilla- just Austin and Y/N, two friends who met through a co-worker.”

He let out a soft laugh at the last bit, and you wanted to quip back that it wasn’t that simple. That it was never going to be that simple and that “co-worker” was doing some heavy lifting for Baz Luhrman. 

But the look Austin had in his eyes as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear drove you off the sink and into crashing your mouths together. He let out a little gasp at the suddenness of the kiss but reciprocated soon enough, hands finding purchase on your hips as your palms slid up the sides of his neck.

You’d been expecting the first kiss to be good, but the way his mouth moved against yours was like nothing you’d ever experienced in your life. He kissed you like he was drowning man gasping for air. And you almost whined out loud when he pulled back after a minute- breath shaking.

“Let’s move this outta the bathroom, yeah?” 

Giving a short nod, you nudged him backward with your foot as you went back to making out. 

But you only took two steps before you felt Austin sliding his hands off your hips to your backside, grabbing your ass in both palms. He lifted you just off your feet and you got the message, hopping up and allowing your legs to wrap around him. 

You’d just slid your tongue into his mouth when you felt the bulge in his pants rub against you. The friction hit at just the right angle to make your breath catch, Austin letting out a light chuckle against your mouth.

He laid you gently onto the mattress when you reached the bed, motioning for you to sit up so he could arrange the pillows more conveniently, sliding one under your hips. 

When sat back to admire his handiwork on that the first thought that came to your mind as his eyes raked across your body was that you felt small. But he dove dowin to kiss you again and it was quickly forgotten, replaced with pleasure as he slotted a knee between your legs. 

He dragged his mouth down to kiss your neck and you could no longer muffle the sounds rising up your throat against his mouth. Something he seemed to revel in as he pushed your hair back for better access.

Grinding haplessly against his knee, you tried to fight a whine, and failed when he adjusted the angle- fully hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Use your words for me, I’m listenin’.” He whispered.

“Too many clothes.” 

Austin mumbled a gruff “Agreed.” as he pulled away just enough to remove his shirt. You used that time to shimmy off your black sundress dress, tossing it to the side of the bed and laying back down as Austin did the same with his pants. 

When he was stripped down to his boxers and finally looked back down at you, the lust you found in his eyes went straight to your already dripping center.

And the guilt you’d felt just a few minutes earlier dissolved into white noise.

You pulled him back down by the neck into a searing kiss, pistoning your hips up as he ground against your shamelessly. One particular shift of his hips against your center drew a moan out of your as you dropped your head back, followed by something he couldn’t make out. 

“What’d I just tell you?” He chastised, bringing his fingers to the edge of your panties, tugging at the waistband but not pulling them all the way down. 

You couldn’t make any words come out and he didn’t let that stop him from dipping his hand into the lace clad fabric, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your clit once.

Your hips jerked at even that slight sensation, hand that had been holding onto the sheets flying up to grab at his lower arm and move his wrist yourself.

Biting on his bottom lip, he tugged your panties all the way off and you found enough composure to get your bra off with one hand as he did.

Austin’s eyes widened a little when he noticed and he returned his attention to your neck.

Kissing all the way down to your breast bone, he glanced back up at you for permission before he went further. 

Dropping a hand into his hair with a nod, you gasped when his tongue swiped over your nipple a second later.

When he repeated the motion he paired it with returning his hand to your throbbing clit, sucking ony your tit as he rubbed you off. It was embarrassing how quickly he was dragging you to precipice, breathy moans escaping past your lips in rapid succession.

Pulling off of your breast, Austin moved back up your body to press his dick against your thigh again, grinding against you as he moved his fingers off your clit and eased them inside of you. He hooked the two digits in your pussy in a ‘come ‘ere’ motion, and the moan of his name it got out of you got what sounded like a growl out of him.

“You feel what those sounds are doing to me?” He grunted. “Gotta fuck you soon or I’m gonna come in my boxers like a middle schooler.”

“Can’t do that- need you inside me Aus please,”

At that whiny beg that you could barely get out he pulled his fingers out of you roughly, sticking them in his mouth and sucking as he used his other hand to tug his boxers down.

You reached for him before they even hit his knees, the need you felt for contact growing overwhelming. 

“Such a good girl telling me what you want, usin’ your manners.” Austin said as he yanked them all the way off, leaning in to give you a quick kiss as he dropped them to the side. 

When he pulled away the hand that had just been inside you wrapped around his dick, the other grabbing the underside of your thigh to lift your leg. You were quick to let both wrap around him like you had before as he lined up at your entrance, arms falling around his neck.

Pushing in slowly, his breath shook as he braced his hands against the mattress on either side of your head. He was a little bigger than you’d expected and you sucked in a breath as you adjusted, grip around his neck tightening.

When he was all the way inside he stopped, bringing a hand up to your face. Running his thumb across your bottom lip, Austin looked at you with a tender gaze.

“You okay pretty baby?”

Cheeks flushed as you took a deep breath and exhaled, your voice shook when you found your words. “‘m good, so good,”

He started to move then, and when his head dropped to your neck with a groan you realized being this close to him could become addicting.

Moving one hand from around his neck, you pushed him back by the chest just enough to get access to his neck.

Kissing down to his clavicle did exactly what you’d hoped it would when the speed of his thrusts increased, his breathing labored.

“You’re so perfect,” Austin groaned as he dropped down to his elbows and moved one hand down to your clit. 

Getting in at as good an angle he could, he massaged the bundle of nerves with two fingers as he fucked your into the mattress.  And the combination sent you reeling, head thrown back as you writhed under him, hips moving involuntary. You could feel how red your face was as you panted, nails digging into his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you’d leave marks.

“Oh look at you, shit-” Austin choked out, cut off by a moan of his own, movements growing erratic. 

You didn't know how much longer you were going to last, too far gone to be embarrassed about coming too fast. 

 “Aus- Austin I’m gonna,” you tried, cut off when one particular slam of his hips found your g-spot, dick pounding it against it mercessily- and repeatedly when the realization clicked. 

“Yeah, come on my dick baby- do that for me,”

He ducked his head down to kiss right below your ear, nibbling at the skin there and that did you in. 

Moaning his name so loud you were sure the people in the next room heard them, you saw white as the coil in your stomach came undone, hips thrashing against his hand as your walls clenched impossibly tighter around him. 

Austin yanked out abruptly, chest heaving as he barely managed one stroke before he was coming with a groan, stripping your stomach all the way up to your chest with his release. 

You’d been so caught up in the moment from the first kiss that you hadn’t realized you’d skipped the condom until then, though you were too fucked out to give it much thought.

Squeezing your eyes shut and trying to catch your breath, you thought you heard Austin say something about how he’d be right back. And when you opened your eyes again he’d returned, helping you sit up with a wet flannel in one hand.

Whispering so quietly you almost didn’t hear it about how beautiful you were, Austin pressed his lips to your body and face as he wiped you down.

It was intimate. Too intimate, and as the orgasmic high wore off you felt the anxiety from before creeping back into your chest. 

When Austin was done and went back into the bathroom you forced yourself up to dig through your duffle bag for clothes to sleep in.

Austin did the same when he came out, and the silence that fell over the room not awkward- but not comfortable either. 

And you didn’t know what you’d wanted to see in his face when you turned back around after getting dressed. But finding guilt made your stomach drop.

Avoiding his eyes as you got back into bed, you sucked in a breath when he outstretched an arm as you did. He stopped short of wrapping it completely around you, hand resting above your head as you adjusted the blankets. 

And there was a considerable gap between the two of you until closed it, rolling over onto your stomach. 

A minute passed before either of you said anything, Austin’s hand finding its way to your hair. He stroked through it as he spoke, and you lifted your eyes towards him cautiously. 

“You’re a good girl- and you don’t let anyone take that from you, okay? Even me.”

A part of you wanted to tuck and roll out of the hotel bed.

Run out and run into the street and just scream.

But you nodded against his shoulder, breathing out an “‘Kay.” as he kissed your hair.

Nothing about what you’d just done was okay, to the extent that you were starting to feel nauseous over it.

A little self preservation couldn’t hurt though. Could it?

[wyvernquill]

I am NOT writing a Dreamling Anastasia AU 

  ...but. If I were...

(Edit: I am, find the masterpost here!)

It would not, actually, be a full human AU. The Endless are still Endless, but humanity has risen up against them, to terrible results. Their “domains” are still somewhat intact, so humanity can mostly go on as normal, but the personifications have been torn from them, weakened, have barely any control over them anymore. Their realms have crumbled, their tools are damaged, and they’re in exile...

And Death has offered immortality to whosoever will return her lost brother, Dream of the Endless, to her.

Enter Hob Gadling, vagabond, mercenary, and not very fond of dying as a concept; and Gilbert, a dream who survived the destruction of the Dreaming, and has lived among the humans ever since.

Dream of the Endless has been captured, turned human, and killed. They all know it, everyone does - it would be a pretty story if someone recovered him, a pretty story indeed, finally bringing peace and comfort to his family and the remainder of his subjects, but it won’t ever come true...

...unless someone were to make it true. Of course. Out of pure charitable sentiment, and not for the immortality reward at all.

All Hob and Gil would need is a lookalike they can pass off as “Dream of the Endless forcefully turned human” - and the amnesiac ravenkeeper “Murphy”, misanthropic and eccentric to the utmost, might be just what they’re looking for.

(But the traitor at Dream’s court has not yet given up on destroying him utterly, and is following after them with a razor-sharp knife and three mouths hungry for “Murphy”’s blood...)

---

(A scene I typed out just for funsies, from later in the plot, under the cut - also, tagging @10moonymhrivertam who I believe was interested in this!)

[Context for the scene:

Murphy-pretending-to-be-Dream has already presented himself to Unity, Desire’s Queen Consort, mentioning that he vaguely recalls being saved from captivity by a young guard shattering his glass cage with a sledgehammer. Soon after, he finds out that Hob had ulterior, selfish motives for this plot, and does not take it at all well.]

When Murphy is finally called to stand before the siblings to prove his identity, only Gilbert is accompanying him inside... and he's glad for that. Betrayal rankles in him, the first buds of love trampled brutally underfoot by the man's selfish human cruelty - a lie and a con for immortality! What a low cur! Murphy despises him, and if he does not see him again until 100 years' hence, it will still be too soon.

The Endless siblings await him in a room that seems perfectly cosy, but also painfully small. Beings such as them are made for grand halls, and to see five of them crammed together on a couch and some chairs seems... wrong, almost.

Destiny sits in an armchair hood drawn low, arms curled around the charred and torn remnants of what was once a book. Death sits on the couch, radiating a solemn sort of warmth, while Despair is huddled up next to her, eyes wide and uncertain, with her twin's hand resting protectively on her shoulder from where they are perched on the armrest, the other holding Unity's, who is seated in the second armchair.

("And Despair... oi, Murphy, are you listening?" says Hob's voice in his head, warm with fondness and a broad grin. "Despair was killed but reborn in a new aspect during the uprising. She'll still have all her old memories, though, so remain on your guard even around her."

Oh, those endless lessons. He will never forget a word of them.)

The youngest, Deligh- Delirium is seated on the floor, humming to herself and drawing swirling, colourful patterns onto the carpet. She hasn't as much as looked up at him.

Gilbert steps forward.

"Your Highnesses," he murmurs, politely removing his hat and squishing it in anxious hands. "May I present: Dream of the Endless."

 -

They ask him questions all over again, particularly Death and Desire - hers gentle and probing, theirs sharp and cutting - and Murphy answers as best he can, trying to ignore the longing in those eyes. The hope.

They want, so badly, for him to be something he is not. It is heartbreaking.

And then, finally, Death says "one last test, if you please," and Desire adds, spitefully, "this is the one they all fail," their twin nodding jerkily.

Death calls for Lucienne - ("Lucienne has always been your most faithful servant," Gilbert explains, "a librarian like no other, wise and ever loyal. She remained in the Dreaming, praying for your return, until it crumbled under her very feet...") - and Lucienne strides in.

She freezes, when she locks eyes with Murphy, and there it is again. The flash of hope, quickly tempered, but forever burning.

"The final test." Death instructs her, and with a bow Lucienne sweeps out again, only to return mere moments later with...

 -

...with a raven perched on her arm, white-breasted and fine-boned, dark and keen eyes observing Murphy curiously.

 -

"Jessamy!" He blurts out, and Death nods.

"Jessamy." She confirms, as Lucienne transfers the raven to her. "My brother's trusted companion. Touch her, now, give her a pat - and if she accepts you as her master, we'll know you're really him."

-

(Gilbert feels the tranquil summer day he has in place of a heart sink. This is what it all hinges on, then?

This is something they had no way of preparing Murphy for. No way to influence it. Jessamy will know him for a fraud, that much he is quite certain of, and their game is up, now. Their game is up.)

Murphy rises up, and goes to kneel at Death's feet, on eye level with the raven - and one has to hand it to him, he looks at her so softly, so adoringly, as if she really were part of his mind and soul and heart, the way Matthew is for Murphy, in truth.

He reaches out one trembling hand, all eyes in the room on him.

(Jessamy twitches her wings, gaze fixed on his hand.)

And then he drops it again.

 -

"Jessamy the Raven died as she attempted to rescue me from imprisonment," he says, and his voice echoes, deep and dark as midnight. "Lady Death, you hold an illusion on your arm."

 -

Silence in the room. Nobody dares to as much as breathe.

And then Not-Jessamy squawks, bright and approving - and bursts into hundreds of Delirium's incandescent butterflies, dispersing in the air.

They're all staring at him as Murphy gathers his robes up and returns to his seat.

Death stands. If her gaze was glowing with hope before, it is now like a firebrand on his skin.

"Despair? Bring his tools," she says, too soft to be an order, but with steel underneath it.

Despair scrambles up, and returns in moments with the strange helmet that is the symbol of the Dreamlord's power, and his ruby - cracked, but not broken.

(Gilbert, staring at Murphy as if in a trance, produces the sand pouch, and adds it to Despair's arms. Some thought flickers through his mind that those tools would, all taken together, kill a mere human - but that is not what Murphy is, after all, is he.)

Desire takes the ruby, and drapes the chain over Murphy's neck - and he sees it in their golden eyes, feels it in the tremble of their caress against his neck, that they have never desired anything more than their brother back.

Death takes the sand pouch, and presses it into Murphy's hand, closing his fingers around it with such gentleness - she had thought her beloved brother dead for so many years, dead and gone, and there is relief in every fibre of her being.

And then Destiny sets the scraps of his books aside, and takes the helmet in his hands, bidding Murphy to incline his head so that it might be fitted onto him, and he might recover all his past, present, and future.

 -

Murphy takes a deep breath.

Closes his eyes.

And bows his head.

 -

The helmet slides over his skull as if it was made for him...

And it was.

-

Something changes in the air.

A shifting, like air flowing in to fill up a vacuum.

And something about the-man-who-used-to-name-himself-Murphy changes.

The chapped and broken skin on his hands smooths to the point where his fingertips would not even leave prints; the fabric of his robe sparkles with stars, and floats like mist at nighttime about his form; and when he raises his behelmed head, his spine seems to crack and lengthen, taller now than he was before, too tall and thin to be human.

(Matthew squawks outside the window - and with one beat of his wings he is inside the room, settling on a narrow shoulder.)

 -

Hands that have folded lovingly around so many newly-created dreams and nightmares come up, to lift the helmet off again...

And where Murphy's eyes were a watery blue, Dream of the Endless's eyes are midnight-black, with only a single star each glowing in their depths.

 -

He blinks.

Looks down at his helmet, then up, at the roomful of Endless - his family - all staring at him in something between disbelief and incandescent joy.

"...siblings," Dream breathes, his chest warm and full as it never was when he was human except perhaps when Hob Gadling smiled at him, surrounded now by all of them...

And "BrOTheR!" Delirium squeals in rainbow tones, jumping up from the floor to throw herself into his arms, where she is immediately held.

"Brother," echoes Death, hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes - and then she, too, is folding him in an embrace, and Desire, and Despair, joining... even Destiny rests one wizened hand on Dream's head, tender and brotherly.

Lucienne is crying into a handkerchief from joy, and Gilbert keeps whispering "oh my. oh, goodness. oh my."...

And Dream holds his siblings close to him, home at last.

-

"Robert! Robert!" Gilbert is gasping, having hurried as quickly as he could. "Robert, you will not believe-"

Hob drops his nearly-done cigarette on the ground, grinds it out with his boot.

"And?" He smiles, though it hardly reaches his eyes. "Did they buy it?"

"He's real! Oh, goodness gracious me!" Gilbert rests one hand on his chest, as if to clutch at pearls there. "He is- Robert, he is the true Dream of the Endless! He, he knew that- and when they gave him the tools-"

"Ah!" Now Hob actually laughs. He fiddles for another cigarette, offers the package to Gilbert, who declines with nothing more but a distracted wave. "That. Yes. I knew that."

"You KNEW!?" Gilbert flusters.

"Since the talk with Unity." Hob's lighter takes a few tries to work. Ghastly thing. "It was me, you know."

"I don't follow." Gil blinks.

"It was good work for hired muscle, guarding some prison in a cellar - and they did say that greater rewards were in store. Riches. Fame." Hob grimaces. The cigarette smoke tastes like ash in his mouth, but he takes a drag anyway. "...immortal life. Thought it would be the best work available to me - and it was. But I couldn't stand it, watching him in there."

Hob blows the smoke up into the air, and thinks of a pale, inhuman face behind a glass pane - and then that same face haggard but human, blue eyes twinkling at him with challenge and fondness both.

"I was the guard who took the sledgehammer to Dream's prison. Woke up a few hours later with a splitting headache, and soon enough they were saying they'd killed him when he tried to escape. Quit, ran, and never looked back."

"By Jove!" Gilbert gasps. "Robert! You've saved him twice over, first in the cellar of the Magus - and now! Returning him to his family! Bless you, lad, bless you!"

Hob lets Gilbert grab his hand and shake it enthusiastically, though he can hardly muster up anything more than a weak smile.

"You should- oh, you should come inside! You must tell this story, see Lord Morpheus returned to full form, the siblings shall wish to thank you-" Gilbert babbles joyfully. "And your reward! Of course! Twice earned, my young friend! Twice earned!"

"Hmm. I don't... think I should." Hob carefully ducks out from the arm Gilbert has thrown over his shoulder. "Leave them to their joyful reunion, eh? Give them a little time to breathe before I remind them of... business."

"Ah, but-" Gilbert tries to protest, but Hob is already starting down the street. He should quit smoking - he already nearly has. Only does it when he's stressed, or heartbroken... or both.

 -

He will not bother Dream of the Endless, the man who once was Murphy, with his presence now.

[moonshine-nightlight]

Any advice for writting longform stories like NWWD?

@honoikazuchis

thanks for this ask!

thats a pretty open ended question and my answer will inherently be relatively specific to me and the way i write, but i'm happy to share my advice!

I will link a few other posts where i answered some other writing asks:

worldbuilding [x] editing/exposition [x] writer's block/POV [x] plotting vs pantsing [x] how long does it take me to write stuff [x] my writing process [x] writing spicy scenes [x]

otherwise, see below for me rambling way too long about writing.

disclaimer: this is just my opinion and how i do things, obviously there's a lot of variety and nuance for everyone's writing process.

firstly, is that personally, i'm inclined to writing longform stories so thats a bit of a built in strength of mine. generally speaking my story ideas come with lots of lore (see above for my love of worldbuilding) and i like relationships that are deeper/longer, with slow burn being a favorite of mine (why basically all my short stories have the two people involved having met prior to the story starting). that being said, technically the main character in 'Nothing's Wrong with Dale' doesnt meet demon!Dale until the flashback of chapter 2 and why is part of why that story is so long/has a built in arranged marriage premise. Of my two potential long form stories i'm going to do next: one they already know each other (and are basically already in love just being pining idiots about it) or two the story takes place over several months/high stress situations and does not end with marriage etc. But thats more of a concern if you're writing romance.

in general, my advice for longform stories is to already have a relatively complete, high level view of the story when you start. some people can just improvise the entire story as they go--I cannot. i think its very helpful to know where ur story is going to end, more crucially when it is long and you'll be taking a while to get there. by this i primarily mean the setup for the story, then general ending, and vaguely what sort of metaphorical journey they take to get there. you do not need to know every scene and detail in the middle--and plot points/characters can and will evolve as you write and think more on everything--but having the broad brushstrokes figured out asap is critical, in my opinion.

I also, as a side note, don't set out with a story length in mind. i can generally get a good handle on how long a story will be by the idea and outline, but i dont try to make it long. if anything, i did try to challenge myself to write shorter stories, like my novellas, when i started this blog/posting original writing here. that was not only because i do tend to get very complicated/long original ideas, but also because i think it was important to me to actually finish some original work, which i had never done before.

shorter stories tend to have more straightforward plots. not that you can't boil down longer stories to simpler summaries, but generally longer story ideas have more stops along the way so to speak that come to me when i'm developing the idea because i want to cover more with the story. the main character in dale having had childhood illness, dale raised by his grandparents, there being tournament stuff and assassins stuff and uncomfortable parties and most importantly MC figuring out dale was a demon immediately and dale not knowing the MC knew that were all things i came up with (loosely) very soon after i started working on it.

which leads into my next piece of advice: write everything you brainstorm down - you will forget and you will remember there's something u've forgotten and it will annoy the hell out of you. write your notes, write your what ifs, write down possible character names, write down cool ideas for scenes--heck write some of the scenes up then, evn if its for chapter 24 of 35. dont save what ur most excited for as like a carrot on a stick, i find that it doesnt help and that having part of my story that i love existing already is a much better motivator to write the rest

i'm also a big outliner and planner. i think some people think what that means is that u should b able to write a plan once for a story and then never change or deviate from it--but no! change the plan as you go; scrap things that dont work out and add new ideas when they come to you. however, i do think having something down that covers the whole story, lets you get a good idea of the shape of the story, and reminds you of your end goal, are all incredibly helpful. i also keep multiple worldbuilding notes docs; character and location lists; picture inspiration; etc to support the longform idea

i think u also hav to hav confidence/delusion that you will in fact finished. i hav started multiple longform original writing ideas in the past. none of them are done except dale. and part of it was not taking some of my own advice up top, but i think i also just wasnt as committed? lik it'd get lost in worldbuilding, or writing other projects, or life happening (which is all absolutely fine) but dale was the first longform idea where i like, really believed i could write it all and where i was dedicated to putting in the time i'd need to finish it. i knew i would need to take breaks and it would take more than a year (which i did and it did) but i still believed i'd get to where i am now, with a finished draft which i think was really key.

also, practice, i've been writing for years and year; i've been reading for even longer; and i've been writing and posting fanfic for years as well. some of my longer fanfics were such good practice for how to plot a long story without having to generate all the lore myself and having guardrails on for the story/characters in general. aside from dale, my next five pieces of longest writing are all fanfic.

lastly, find at least one person you can talk to about your story. i really think that helped me stay excited and motivated about my longform story in particular. i of course like talking about shorter stories too, but i dont think i felt as compelled to keep talking about them during the process of writing them as i did for my longform stories (even my longer fanfics i talked with other ppl in the big bang about or other writers on discord). and i dont just mean posting the rough drafts as u go like i did, but friends, irl or online, that either are also writers or are just interested in what story you want to make. i think it helps make it more real to you, it gives you ways to talk through issues that come up, its a way to get excited because they're excited, and it makes someone besides you ask how everythings going. the longer stories ideas i had but never got finished are also ones i primarily kept to myself, because i dont think i'd realized how helpful it could be to share them and also because i was still sure that in order to justify telling someone or evn for someone to care, it would hav to already be written, but it doesnt! and in retrospect, i wish i had because maybe those stories would exist--or maybe i'll dig up those notes and talk to someone about them and then find myself back to writing about them (rip to Aftermath, that corrupted external hard drive did u dirty and killed my motivation).

i think getting to understand and figure out your own process, to really look at yourself and see what works and what doesnt (as honestly as you can) is extremely helpful. u'll also figure stuff out along the way--dont hesitate to try to new strategies or drop one that are really not working for you. its all a learning process. be nice to yourself! give yourself the grace to make mistakes (or tell a friend so they can bully you into to cutting urself some damn slack when u can't stick to a weekly upload schedule u made up for urself).

whatever longform story you've got in ur head is one worth sharing and seeing through to completion--and then inflicting on everyone else lol OUR problem now ;)

[sunbeamah]

Thank you so much for this JJK fics recs. As a new JJK fan (yes, just started the anime and manga last year), I was confused of what fic to read, but when I found your post, I was so happy. One of my fav is that time-travel fic of Yuji and Choso with teens Gojo/Geto pairing.

https://www.tumblr.com/dnana-2809-blog/746189842162089984/any-recs-for-some-jjk-fics-something-preferably?source=share

Can I ask your fav JJK ships and JJK Brotp?

And maybe your top 5 (or top 7) fav ships (canon or non canon) from all media (manga/anime, tv series, books, cartoon, etc)? Do you have a certain criteria for a couple to be your otps?

Sorry if my ask is kinda long @sunbeamah .....

No problem!!! I'm so sorry for how long it took me to respond to this ask-- I thought about it a lot, made a list, and then got distracted looking into my old favourite medias TT -- this ask made me go back and relive my Fairy Tail days haha, so thank you very much!!!

And also, please don't apologise!!! I appreciate this ask so much-- and again I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply!!!!!

I'm also so glad you liked the list hehe, I loved that fic too!!!

JJK Ships:

Fushiita

Nobamaki

Chosoyuki

Satosugu

Inuita

JJK BrOTP: Nobara and Yuuji!

Non-JJK top 5:

Liutana (Mortal Kombat)

Zolu (One Piece)

Sasunaru (Naruto)

Kagehina (Haikyuu!!!)

Togachako/Ochatoga (My Hero Academia)

Viktuuri (Yuuri!!! On Ice)

Obamitsu (Demon Slayer)

Below the cut is explanations, with JJK manga panels, SO PLEASE BEWARE OF MANGA SPOILERS BELOW!!! (Specifically, the front page of chapter 205 of jjk manga, and a page from chapter 200 as well I'll lyk where it is below the cut!)

Ah and minor Haikyuu manga spoilers! Just down where it says Kagehina

Jjk chapter 205 is under the chosoyuki (number 3) point; chapter 200 is the second image under fushiita, both appear in the first list below.

JJK Ships!!

Fushiita

This probably isn't surprising at all, but I love Fushiita!!! Something about stoic guys melting and being affectionate with bright, kind, mischievous boyfriends just tickles me yk

2. Nobamaki

A strong upperclassman who watches her cheeky, abrasive underclassman with fondness and interest-- there's more to their relationship that I like of course, their connection as 'the girls' that draws them closer, Nobara's instant respect and softness in regards to Maki, and how protective she becomes of her at the exchange event. I like to think Maki is protective towards her in a different but no less meaningful way. Protectiveness is one of my favourite tropes-- ik it's cheesy but it is!!!

3. Chosoyuki

Now, these two man... These two... I just love how she's so confident and outspoken, and how she saw Choso and went 'yeah. That one.' -- I loved their little date, even if he cried ((LOVE a good pathetic man)), and how she made him think differently about himself and his situation.

4. Satosugu

The soulmatery of these 2... The homosexuality of these 2..... They're unmated. A real Sasunaru descendant.

5. InuIta

I wasn't that into them, to be honest, but my friends and I quote that 'Inumaki-senpai! Shake!' scene in s2 all of the time. Eventually, I started to think of them as kind of cute, and then I tried writing them and found Inumaki is a really fun character to write! I love his mischievousness and dedication to protecting his friends (relegated to a life of speaking solely in onigiri ingredients... nah that's probably one of the perks for him).

JJK BrOTP

It's GOTTA be Nobara and Yuuji. The friendship between these two is awesome, I love how she started out thinking of him as an idiot, and then got to know him and realised that yeah he's an idiot, but he's also a little bit fun to have around sometimes. Nah jk, I love how they're 2 peas in a pod, both crazy, both from the countryside, both just as silly as each other. I really love watching them hang out in the few eps we get of that, and the juju strolls they're both in-- they're just awesome!

Top 5 In Any Media (Excluding JJK)

I had to consult my ao3 bookmarks AND pinterest for this. There are a bunch there of ships I don't read anymore but keep 'for the memories' and some ships I am ashamed of! So I didn't include those hehe.

I'll only put 1 per fandom to keep things fair! Cause there is 1 particular fandom where... My ships will fill up all 7 of the spots...

Also, no particular order! Some of these go up and down based on the day, scenario, fic, art, and heaps more factors!

Liutana My first ship! (Excluding my total drama island childhood... gwen x trent u will always be famous. I don't condone s2) I loved them so much, when MK1 came out and I heard about the kiss??? I damn near cried.

Zolu 1 thing about Zolu is that from the first ep I've shipped them 100%. Every episode that they're in is a fun episode to watch, their dynamic is so SDJHVFSBJNE and I really enjoy it! But also... Any time someone appreciates Luffy I kinda... Side-eye a little...... I'm a bit disloyal in that sense...........

Sasunaru Gaanaru is constantly fighting for this spot tho... I am disloyal. I like nejinaru, shikanaru, hinanaru, sainaru, I even wrote an allnaru fic back in the day. It never saw the light of day but man... Also Shikatema is peak love those 2.

Kagehina Height difference, moody x cheerful, sunrise x shadow mountain-- names with symbolism but also it's the sunrise that puts the shadow on the mountain and I say all that^^ but the second Atsumu appeared on screen...... IM A DISLOYAL PERSON!!! And the reunion?? "Tobio-chan!! Don't talk to my spiker like that :)" WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY SCREAM...

Togachako/Ochatoga Just getting back into bnha and man.. these 2 GRABBED ME... Allmomo is FANTASTIC too btw-- and I do mean all girls x Momo but I suppose Kaminari can stay, as Jirou's boyfriend.. and Kurotoko (is that still their ship name?!), Fumirumi, Bakukiri let me stop myself before I erupt,

Obamitsu THEM <33 I'm a bigger, 'stronger' (I'm not as strong as her she's something else) girl too so Mitsuri and this ship is just everything to me... Also love Gentan and Muitan!

Viktuuri The comfort ship I always come back to.

Honourable mentions!

Sophie x Agatha, The School for Good and Evil (BABY'S THIRD EVER SHIP!!!)

Kiyoyachi, Haikyuu (I WANTED U ON THE LIST BABY I REALLY DID)

Sidlink, Legend of Zelda (don't look at me like that... I know...)

Kyokao, Ouran High School Host Club (Yes I watched this. I was 10 and it changed my life)

Rennora, RWBY

Gajevy, Alljuvia, Stingue and Fraxus, Fairy Tail

Cleuce, Allclawdeen, Monster High (by all I mean all the girls -- same for Juvia up there!)

Dickkory, DC