#wtf have I written

[signoraviolettavalery]

Ummm I may have had some insomnia and written a whole thing about vampire!Bojan having trauma and angst post his adventures in captivity as discussed in other posts with @touchyourblood and @anxious-witch

under the cut with all the trigger warnings for self-harm, welp

Jan is cutting a pomegranate - oh, fond memories of writing Carpe Diem in Hamburg - and the knife catches the light. Flashes, and suddenly he's back there. Chained down, a knife flashing in the light before being buried in his stomach, his own scream echoing in his ears.

Someone is in his space and he acts on pure instinct; registers a flash of surprise that he's unrestrained, before pinning whoever it is to the wall, hand squeezing around their neck with vampire strength.

"Bojan?" the sound comes as if through water. All he knows is that he needs to keep squeezing, to kill this man, because this is the only chance he'll get. He's not going back there, not going back to the chains, even if it means blood on his hands.

"Bojan!" the sound comes louder now, and he blinks again. His captor hadn't bothered to learn his name. He blinks again, and more of reality swims into place.

it's not his captor that he has his hands on. It's Jure. Sweet, sunshine Jure, fair haired and pale skinned. The one who bruises the most, the one Bojan hates feeding from the most because it leaves the biggest, angriest bruises of all of them. Who'd obviously seen him suffering and stepped forward to help, and who's now staring at him in abject fear, pinned to the wall like a fly.

He's never seen fear in any of their eyes before. Nervousness and trepidation, sure, especially back when he was still adjusting to being a vampire and they were learning to control his urges. But never the abject, thoughtless fear that comes when your brain shuts down and all you know is a fight for survival.

That's in Jure's eyes now. They're wide, like a deer in the headlights. He's not moving, not even trying to pry Bojan's hand off, knowing what a futile endeavor it is.

He'd caused that.

He drops his hand and backs away. Nace steps forward immediately, reaching out a hand to Jure, who leans against him.

"I'm sorry," he says, though words obviously aren't enough. "I'm so sorry."

Thankfully, no one reassures him that it's all fine, because it's not, thank you very much.

"oh god, I'm really the monster he said I was. The one who was always going to hurt someone one day."

"Bojan - " Jan begins.

"I have to go. You're safer with me as far away as possible." And before they can protest, he's out the door, vampire-fast.

He makes some bad choices over those next few days. Drinking, drinking more than a human should be able to stand, but he's not human, is he? Wandering drunk through the streets of Ljubljana until dawn, not bothering to check traffic signals, because what does it matter if he gets hit by a car? It won't kill him anyway, although it really should.

He doesn't remember when or if he sleeps. He wanders. There's some forests involved (in the forest with his demons, ain't that hilarious). He climbs some rooftops, wondering what would happen if he just let himself fall. And fall.

No one would catch him, of course.

He doesn't feed, but, with no damage to repair, his body can last much longer without feeding.

What would happen if he just...didn't? The thought comes again whether it's like starving to death. Would his body eventually just pass out from the strain, or would vampire instincts take over? Would he hurt someone like he'd almost hurt his friends?

Maybe there are other hunters, he thinks. Others like the one who'd taken him. He wanders more dark streets, but no one asks him for a photo, no one stabs him with a syringe when he's not expecting it.

Jan finds him eventually, after about a week. Bojan can't even imagine how. Then again, Jan is a hunter. Which makes him almost laugh. He'd wanted a hunter. Well, here he is. Jan's not one to go in for torture, but maybe if Bojan asked, he'd put him out of his misery....

They're in an alleyway, a dead end that Jan had followed him into. (cornered him into?) Bojan hadn't exactly been watching where he was going, hadn't cared. And now he's corned like prey. Unless of course he were willing to hurt Jan.

He'd rather die.

"Why are you here?" he asks, skipping over how'd you find me?

Perhaps Jan saw reason and came to put him out of his misery, as well he should.

"I'm here to bring you home."

Bojan blinks, because he hadn't expected that. Part of him had hoped for it, maybe, but also hadn't really dared to hope for it.

"You know why that can't happen," he says." I'm a danger to you. The hunter was right. I'm a monster, and one day I'm going to slip."

Jan shakes his head and pulls out a knife. Bojan watches the movement without concern - until Jan moves to slice his own wrist.

"what are you - don't - " Bojan sputters in confusion.

Jan holds out his bleeding wrist and Bojan closes his eyes, backs away. He can smell the blood from feet away, warm and luscious, the need to feed made better because it smells of Jan. His senses heighten even further, and he can hear Jan's blood pumping, pumping, as it beads at his wrist.

"you want it, don't you?" Jan tempts. "I'm guessing you haven't fed since we last saw you. You wouldn't have." And of course Jan knows him well enough to know that.

"Why are you doing this?" Bojan asks. "You should know how dangerous this is." He tries to back away even further, hits a wall.

Right. They're in a dead end. The one Jan had backed him into. And Jan is coming closer now, closing the distance between them.

"You want it," he says calmly, like he's not offering blood to a predator. "Your instincts are screaming at you. But you haven't moved."

"Don't" - Bojan is panicked now, because Jan is right there. His blood is right there, filling all his senses.

"I can tell how much you want to," Jan says. "But you're fighting it, because you're not a monster. That - that man is the monster."

Bojan shakes his head in protest. "You saw Jure's bruises -"

"They're healed now, which you'd know if you'd been home in the past week. He misses you, actually. So do the rest of us."

They want him back? All of them?

The shock must be clear on his face, because Jan adds, "besides, it's not you being a vampire that hurt Jure. It's trauma. That happens to humans too, you know. But we're your friends. We want to help you."

Jan's bleeding wrist is still in front of him, forgotten as Bojan processes that information.

They don't hate him. Jure hasn't fled the country in fear. They want him home.

"On one condition," he says.

"What?" Jan asks warily, and Bojan can't blame him.

"If I try to hurt one of you again, you stop me. I don't care how, I don't care if you have to hurt me, you do it."

And yeah, Jan doesn't look happy about it. But he says "okay," and so Bojan follows him home like a lost puppy. At their door, he waits behind Jan with trepidation, wondering what welcome he'll receive. Awkward silence? Stilted helloes? Will they avoid him?

Before he can spiral, the door opens and they're going inside. The others jump up from the couches where they'd clearly been waiting and make a beeline for them. Bojan freezes, wondering if he's allowed to hug them. He's missed them so much, but do they even want his touch?

The problem is solved when Nace and Kris wrap their arms around him, with Jan joining in from behind.

"we missed you," they say.

Jure is last. Bojan gives him a panicked glance, wondering if he's supposed to say something. Apologize again? Jan is right, though. At least the bruises have healed on his pale skin.

Then Jure falls into a hug with him. Somewhat warily at first, and he can tell Jan is watching them carefully. He's comforted by the thought. He ruffles Jure's hair, feels Jure smile against his shoulder.

He's never been more stunned in his life.

"You guys really wanted me back?" he asks.

Kris, characteristically, calls him an idiot. Jure gives him a half-hug. "Of course we did," Jan says from behind him. "We missed our charismatic frontman."

and god, he's missed them so much. He goes for another hug, holds them close (but not too close, he doesn't want to accidentally break a rib). Wants to bury his face in their skin, but remembers that he hasn't fed in a week and that's a bad idea.

"So...movie night?" Nace suggests.

They watch something stupid. Something that's not a vampire movie, and something with no torture scenes. Perhaps High School Musical, taking turns singing along to it? Bojan cuddles with Jan (the one he feels safest with in the sense that Jan is the most skilled at taking him out probably). Tries to ignore how hungry he is, and how tempted he is.

It doesn't get past Jan. It never does. "After," he whispers, ruffling his hair, and Bojan is glad. He can't do it here, in front of the rest of them. Even though he's done it dozens of times before, feeding from a freely offered wrist with a movie in the background, but right now he just can't.

So, after, in his bedroom, Jan offers quietly. "I know you haven't fed," he says. "And I know you don't want to, but you have to." He doesn't need to spell out why Bojan has to. What happens if he doesn't.

"If I hurt you, stop me however you need to. Promise me."

Jan smiles. "In the past you've understood words just fine."

"Promise me." Jan sighs, but promises, and Bojan gingerly takes the offered wrist. The one Jan had sliced open earlier. The blood had barely stopped. It pulses just beneath the surface, and it's a relief to let his fangs out and bite.

And oh, it's so sweet. The way water tastes to a man in the desert and whatnot, but also, he's always loved the taste of his bandmates' blood. Not that he's drunk any other, but he's always thought theirs tastes particularly good. It tastes like home.

He pulls away long before he wants to and meets Jan's suspicious gaze. "That's not enough. Drink."

Bojan doesn't argue. He drinks. Jan will stop him if he has to. He promised. His friends keep their promises. With that reassurance, he lets himself keep going, until he hears his name, the warning in Jan's voice.

He pulls away immediately.

"See? No violence necessary," Jan says, taking out the bandages that they have stocked in every room of the house.

"Let me," Bojan offers. He's well-trained in this, putting pressure on the wound, then binding Jan's wrist with infinite gentleness, stroking his knuckles.

"Thank you," he says. "Really."

"You'd do the same for us," Jan says, and it's true. Bojan would do anything for them. Why can't he accept that they'd do it for him?

....and that's the scene. Not included is that one of them, probably Bojan, suggests that Jan teaches the rest of them how to fight him off, in case anything goes wrong and Jan isn't there. And they also have a nice long discussion about Bojan's triggers so they can avoid them. But that's for another post.

[keferon]

OKAY OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS GREAT I HAVE ONLY READ THREE AND A HALF CHAPTERS AND IM ALREADY IN LOVE

I originally wanted to make both of these pieces in color but I’m gonna be honest I have no fucking idea how to draw Ricochet…he is described as black and red and…mmhhmmm does he have canonical (canonical for this fic I mean) design? Do I need to design him myself? Idk I’ll figure this out later

[remcadll]

Wow crazy how it’s been two months since mha ended. what the hell was that btw

[jayparked]

heyy live ur writing style smmm😭

can we get 106 with Jay?🫶🏻

warnings: s2l, diner owner!jay x customer! f.reader, semi public sex in a closed restaurant, oral (f rec.), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk

wc: 1.4k

"i'm not on the menu."

"w-what?" you stare at the diner owner with wide eyes. he's smiling while continuing to wipe down the counter you're sitting at.

"i gave you that menu ten minutes ago but you haven't looked away from me for a second. i'm starting to think i missed a spot shaving or something."

he's so nonchalant about what he's saying to you. as if his words didn't send chills down your spine or bring a bright flush to your cheeks.

"i-...i'm sorry, jay. i must have been zoning out..."

he flashes you a playful smirk, one that screams 'yeah, sure, whatever you say'. you're grateful he drops the subject, continuing to clean as the last few customers start to leave the diner before closing time.

"you know..." jay starts slowly, "you've been coming here every week for months..."

"...yeah?" you question cautiously, eyes peering over the menu to take in his casual stance: one elbow on the counter so his head can be pillowed by his palm, the other hand still holding the washcloth.

"why do you still ask for a menu? you and i both know you don't need it. i've got your weekly cravings down to a science now. "

you chuckle and set the menu down, opting to take a sip of water just after saying, "a science, huh?"

jay shrugs one shoulder, his gaze intensifying, "rainy days it's the soup of the day. when it's sunny you want the roast beef provolone sandwich with crinkle cut fries, a diet coke, and a pickle on the side. when you have a stressful day at school you want the pancakes with extra syrup. and when it's-"

"enough!" you hold up a hand and laugh. "i get it! i like my routine, i'm predictable, blah blah blah."

"not as predictable as i'd like you to be," jay deadpans in a husked tone. your thoughts mentally trip inside your brain and you gulp a little too loudly. seconds go by without either of you saying anything or looking away from one another. you know you should say something, anything at this point, but the words just won't come out.

"why do you still ask for a menu, y/n?"

your heart is pounding in your chest so hard it physically hurts. but now that the new year has started, you remember your goal: to be more bold, more brave, and to try not to shy away from what you want.

instead of taking the leap, you opt to answer his question...with a question.

"why do you let me order way past closing?"

jay nods his head, lips jutting out playfully, clearly not expecting the tables to turn on him so quickly.

"it's the only time you can come in. you're in lectures all day. and someone's gotta make sure you're eating after all that studying." jay gets himself upright, tossing the washcloth over his shoulder and giving you another smile before turning his back to you. he walks towards the soda machine, scooping a generous amount of ice into a glass and pressing his finger against the diet coke option.

"so you're saying...that i'm not like the other customers?" you try to come off as funny, playful, maybe even a little bit flirty, wiggling your eyebrow at his back for an extra quirky effect. but he doesn't laugh.

jay turns to you once the glass is full. slowly, he leans back down again, his face inching closer and closer to yours as he moves the glass towards you. his eye contact is hypnotizing; the way you can't break away no matter how badly you want to. you look up at him with curious, searching eyes, hoping to find any hint that what you're feeling for him isn't as crazy as you think it is.

"do you want to be like the other customers?" he murmurs so softly you almost don't hear it. he's close enough that you could reach out and touch him, close enough to pull him closer, just...close enough.

"no," you sigh dreamily, "i really don't."

finally, jay's eyes flick down towards your lips, his own lips parting slightly, a soft exhale escaping them.

his gaze meets yours again, something softer, pleading, now displayed in those deep brown eyes. "may i?"

"please," you whisper, your own eyes flicking to his lips now.

both of jay's hands come forward and softly cusp your cheeks, pulling you closer until your lips collide. after a few seconds, jay smiles widely, his teeth showing while his lips still hover over yours.

"say that again," jay murmurs, his eyes fluttering as they remain closed, thumbs brushing along your cheekbones.

you can't help but smile with him, your hands shaking as you reach out to grasp his wrists and squeezing them reassuringly. "please."

"mmm, fuck. that's gonna be a problem for me later," he groans, his words rushing out of his mouth because damn, he just needs to kiss you again.

and kiss you again he does. his lips now moving feverishly with yours. his hands wander away from your face until they're on your shoulders, moving down even more until he's grabbing you under your arms and pulling you onto the countertop. now, standing between your legs, he can finally kiss you properly. one hand is back on your cheek, warm and soft while the other grips your hip tightly, bracing himself with the contact. your own hands reach out to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his dark black hair. a particular overly excited tug has him moaning against your lips, making you inhale as the sound sends ripples of pleasure down your body. he continues to kiss you feverishly, the pace of the kisses quickening and suddenly your body is not satisfied with the amount of distance between you. you need him closer. the only thing you can think of is to wrap your legs around his waist, tightening your grip and pulling him into you even more.

after a few more moments of kissing pass, you're both forced to separate from one another to catch your breaths. he's looking at you with blown out pupils, panting with his now swollen lips parted slightly. he's beyond hungry for you, and you love the feeling of knowing you look exactly the same in his eyes.

"let's take it back to my place." he finally manages to get the words out.

"is this not technically your place?"

"you're right. god, you're so smart." with a mischievous grin jay grabs your body and lays you on the countertop, hastily throwing your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your ass and burying his face in your clothed cunt while you squeal with laughter. any innocent passerby could see what the two of you are up to. jay hadn't gotten to the part of his closing checklist that includes pulling the shades down on all the windows. hell, all the lights are even still on, making a lovely spotlight for the two of you amongst the dark city streets.

but you've dreamt of this moment for so long that you don't even care.

jay has your pants off seconds later, too impatient to continue to play around. he just needs to taste you after all those nights waking up in a cold sweat, cock twitching spurts of cum into his boxers after dreaming of what you would look like sitting on his face, riding his cock, or how you'd look under him as he pounded you senseless. and now, he doesn't have to imagine it anymore. groaning as he continues to ravage you, hands groping anywhere he can reach, his tongue flicking skillfully against your swollen clit.

"j-jay. oh my god!" you cry out, gripping the counter until your knuckles turn white, unprepared to come this quickly.

"my god, that's what you sound like screaming my name?" jay's standing now, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before moving to undo his belt. "so much better than i imagined. you're not going anywhere tonight. you're going to scream my name until you can't speak anymore. i want that throat raw in every way possible. but for now..." he groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into your hole, stretching you in new ways you haven't felt before. your body adapts to him quickly, though, as he begins to slowly thrust into you.

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

“zukuu, you have to stop making faces at him.”

insulted, izuku splutters. breaking eye contact to gasp at you.

“ i wasn’t making a face ! was i..?” he trails off, you giggle, you turn your back to your boyfriend once again to continue wiping down the last of the dishes.

“he’ll pout harder if you keep making that scary face.”

“i-i wasn’t trying to scare him !” your boyfriend exclaims, looking at your baby cousin again and slumping when he sees the pout still fixed onto his face, visibly dimming “i don’t understand what i did wrong..”

“zuku, i already told you. kuma always looks like that. you’ll get used to it.” you reassure, a teasing smile on your face. your boyfriend seems undeterred by your explanation and hides his face behind his hands again, peeking through his fingers hoping to see even the minuscule crack of a smile on your younger cousin’s face.

your aunt had asked you to babysit your younger cousin takuma after suddenly being called in for work and having no one to watch over him for the day. you were free, and agreed to help her out, takuma was a sweet little boy and you didn’t get to see him super often. so the more you could the better ! unfortunately this fell on the same day as when your boyfriend was meant to come over to your house, but ever the loving, helpful boyfriend he is, izuku insisted on wanting to come over to help you out. he gets to spend time with you and get along with a cute baby, that sounded like a great time to him. and not to brag, but kids always seemed to love him.

every kid except for takuma apparently. the little boy’s face seemed permanently stuck with a frown. his eyebrows stood furrowed and his chubby pinch-able little cheeks puffed out, obviously unhappy with izuku’s presence.

you’d tried to tell izuku that this was just takuma’s resting face. that he looked at everyone this way and that it always surprised strangers. but as loving and doting as he is, your boyfriend could aslo be endearingly stubborn. he was determined to get takuma to smile at him at least once today. and now it looked like he was trying peekaboo. you couldn’t help but snort at your boyfriend’s laughable attempts at making your little cousin’s poker face crumble. “aw man, that one usually always works..” you hear him mumble. you put the final plate into your cupboard and turn with a sigh.

“izuku.”

“no no, i got it.” without realizing it, izuku’s brows furrowed in concentration, which your baby cousin unfortunately mistook for a challenge, furrowing his eyebrows even harder and even huffing at him. the nail in the coffin it looks like, izuku gasps, looking at your cousin with a betrayed expression “ ah ! what’d i do ?!”

“you were glaring at him !” you giggle, your boyfriend throws his head back, exasperated. you pull out a chair and sit next to him, giggling and pulling on takuma's pudgy cheek. said little boy does not break eye contact with izuku. you can admit he's acting kind of strange. was he actually going out of his way to challenge him ? the thought makes you giggle again. you turn to look at your boyfriend's pouty face looking at the exchange between you and your cousin.

"i didn't mean to glare at him.." he whines, leaning into your touch when you put your hand in his hair.

"i know."

"i felt like we were making progress."

"i..kinda doubt that," you snort, scratching at his green locks. desperately, he looks back at you wide eyed "but we were i swear ! it felt like he was starting to like me !"

"mhm ?" you break into a fit of laughter, and soon after izuku joins you, laughing softly to himself and shaking his head. takuma blinks at you both in confusion, and it makes you smile harder. seeing you laugh so hard makes izuku smile harder too, cheeks glowing a cute pink.

"i..sound crazy don't i ?" he asks, grinning at you. you pretend to think it over to tease him, and he huffs affectionately.

"hmmm, a little." izuku shakes his head, dropping it in shame as he stares at his lap. he heaves a heavy sigh and it makes you giggle a little bit more.

"i really don't know what i'm doing wrong, babies usually like me.."

"but i told you you're not doing anything wrong, izu." you reach to pinch his cheeks next, he yelps a little. "kuma's only lookin' at you 'cus you're new. he'll get used to you in no time, kay ?" you smile. a beat passes and izuku nods, smiling back at you.

"but i don't know, he kinda looks like he has it out for me.." he whispers, you assume so takuma doesn't hear. how thoughtful.

"yeah i did think it was kinda strange how he hasn't stopped looking at you.."

he drops his head back at your words "i thought so..!"

"but that doesn't mean he doesn't like you, per se..maybe he's just weary of you !" izuku leans back, placing a hand over his chest like he's actually been struck. he looks over at takuma still sitting proudly in his high chair like a king.

"what's there to be weary of ? i'm really nice, i promise !" takuma's only answer is a blink "that's really intense.." you're boyfriend sweat drops, "i don't think i've had anyone look at me like that before."

"shouldn't you be used to being glared at by now since you've known bakugou since you were kids ?"

"i don't even think kacchan was this bad." you scoff, slapping at his sturdy arm. "don't say that, you liar !" your boyfriend laughs to himself. struggling to hold your laughter back as you play fight. you're interrupted by takuma's whine. his poker face finally somewhat melting as he pouts, big eyes going glossy as he reaches out for you with chubby little fingers. you immediately zoom over to the child's side.

"aaww babyy," you coo "you wanna be wif me, yeah ? cuutieeee," your voice rises up an octave. izuku blushes at how cute you look and he hates himself for feeling a smidge jealous your cousin had managed to grab your attention. he shakes his head to rid himself of those childish thoughts.

you hop the baby up in your arms to readjust him, tickling his little tummy which earns you a giggle, izuku feels his jaw drop to the floor so hard if he were in a cartoon it'd make a comically loud clang sound, now he's a bit jealous of you.

"i think he's a little hungry, i'll be right back izu." you press a quick kiss to his cheek before bounding off to go get the toddlers bag that your aunt had entrusted to you in your room. the little contact alone makes heat blossom all the way to izuku's neck and he can't fix his lips to say anything, nodding dumbly.

the last thing he sees before you leave the room is takuma's gaze fixed to him. izuku sends him a determined smile and a wave. he'll win him over soon enough.

[frownyalfred]

did I skip lunch to impulse write 3k or so of Jor-El and Lara doing it biblically for the first time after stumbling across that post about Clark being conceived naturally? I did 😭

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food mentions

"baby!" soonyoung's voice carries across the apartment as you're about to leave for work. "wait!"

you stop after getting your shoes on, standing up to turn. soonyoung rushes over to you, carrying a lunch bag in his hands. you glance from it to him, a little confused because you didn't make a lunch for yourself--you got home late last night and ended up sleeping early after a long day.

"i made you lunch." he smiles at you, sweet as can be. he sees the uneasy look you give him though and snickers. "no, it's fine! i looked up ideas online." he pushes the bag toward you. "it's just some sandwiches. i cut up some fruit, too, and put in a bag of chips..."

you accept the bag without hesitating once he trails off, worried he'll take your reluctance the wrong way. soonyoung told you back when you started dating that he doesn't cook (and for good reason--you've seen the snacks he makes for himself), and he's grown better about it since. cooking classes together and your own adventures in teaching him have helped, but you've definitely noticed that soonyoung rarely cooks unless you're around or one of his friends is. just to be sure that things don't go badly.

"thank you, soonie," you lean in, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. genuinely, you're glad that he thought of you--even if you were worried at first.

he smiles again, stealing a peck against your lips before he steps back to watch you go. maybe he'll start doing this more often, just to surprise you.

[deoidesign]

For my birthday... read my webcomic! It's literally free! (Unless you want books. Those are not free)

It's beautiful, it's gentle, it's funny, they're canonically t4t and gay... And it's about time traveling vampires solving supernatural mysteries!

I've spent thousands of hours writing and drawing it, and it's really good! I'm not biased!

It's on hiatus right now and coming back in 2 months, so it's the perfect time to get caught up

[randomafterthought]

There's one thing I'm surprised I haven't seen in the Danny Phantom Phandom...

I think we, as a fandom, can agree that the Anti-Ecto Acts are essentially saying it's illegal to be dead. The general wording used in most fanfiction is: "Ecto-entities or beings that produce ectoplasm must be captured for containment, experimentation, and elimination."

This is, of course, terrifying in and of itself. However, they based this "law" on the idea that ghosts are "post-human consciousness imprinted on ectoplasm..." ei. dead people.

This leads me to the topic of this post. They are basically waging war on the afterlife. Ignoring how foolish it is to fight an ever growing dimension like that, the GIW is basically attacking what could be Heaven. Granted, with the ghost fights, it would be Hell too, but the law doesn't differentiate.

You cannot tell me that there wouldn't be pure mortal chaos if people were told that going to heaven is illegal. That the government found proof of life after death and started to attack those on the other side and no human would be pissed because of the successfully piss off the afterlife there'll be no more heaven for anyone.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not particularly religious. I haven't touched a Bible. But, I do live in the US, and I think that if it got out that war crimes were being committed against the eternal resting place or whatever? People would riot. The Justice League wouldn't be necessary, just Lois Lane and other daring reporters telling the public. The GIW would get shut down so fast their heads would spin.

That being said, the show is pretty secular and I don't know if any of the major religions pop up in DC Comics, so maybe that's why I haven't seen it be used in fanfiction.

If you made it this far, thank you. I needed to get this off my chest.

[valyrie630]

WE. NEED. MORE. SAPPHIC. FANFIC. ON. AO3.

please, I’m going mad.

I need my lesbians

[slowwalkersyap]

December reads

Haikyuu !!

First sight, bokuto @act-nat-ural

Miya, atsumu @neoheros

Present, atsumu @krisdreaming

Fake dating your ex, kenma @cottonlemonade

Trying to flirt, kageyama @takes1

Little white lies, atsumu @faxstpace

Kiss me in the dark, kuroo @dira333

Slipping through my fingers, atsumu @neoheros

An awkward boy, osamu @neoheros (can u tell im obsessed with ur blog)

Sweetest, osamu @causenessus

Be my home, osamu @dira333

Flirting with inexperienced!reader, bokuto @takes1

Other plans, hinata @haikyu-mp4

kiyoomi stares, sakusa @aviiarie

linger, iwaizumi @eightonenine

spot the difference, kuroo @eightonenine

that time you fell (for him), osamu @eightonenine

coworkers to lovers, akaashi @augustinewrites

mattsun x oblivious!reader, matsukawa @takes1

Husbandry, atsumu @noorpersona

stuck in your orbit, kenma @keisgirl

word of the day, kageyama @stellar-haikyuu

those eyes, kenma @keisgirl

dad suna @emmyrosee

fools, atsumu @dira333

Kuroko's Basket

Oh, how do I explain, aomine @dira333

BTS

Bad habit, jungkook @hannieehaee

Sincerely, the dude who feeds your bubblegum tea addiction, jimin @tatertotthethot

Meraki, jungkook @taegularities

[jon-sedai]

I’d honestly rather not talk about this topic because of the fandom toxicity that always surrounds it, but I think one of the more…should I say….interesting things to witness post HOTD has been the way fandom treats Jon Snow’s relationship with House Targaryen, and the effect that has on how they perceive his role in the larger (unfinished) narrative. Jon’s association with the Targs is more implied in the books because his parentage has not been revealed yet. But when you read the many companion stories released over the years like the Dunk and Egg novellas, The Rogue Prince, and Fire and Blood, you realize how much of House Targaryen is built around having Jon Snow as a foundation. I’m talking entire characters being Jon Snow clones or being created as a tiny hint-hint, nudge-nudge for ‘Jon the hidden Targaryen prince’. Sometimes, multiple characters within a certain period have elements of Jon; e.g., Jace, Addam, and Alyn Velaryon all being Jon Snow clones to varying degrees.

Jon was one of the very first characters ever created in this story many, many years ago. The first scene GRRM envisioned, of a family finding direwolf pups in the snow, gave birth to two characters who would be central to the entire series’ resolution: Jon and Bran. Then you read GRRM’s leaked outline and though he has since denounced it, it still says something important: Jon was always meant to be a secret royal prince. We can comfortably assume that he was created before most of the world’s history was set in stone. So when GRRM is building upon House Targaryen, which has thus far occupied the vast majority of the supplementary material, he injects elements of Jon into those characters. For example, Egg from D&E is very similar to Jon Snow personality wise. Bloodraven, who is from the same era and even has a role as Bran’s mentor in the main narrative, is created as foreshadowing for Jon Snow. Baelor Breakspear, also in these novellas, is how GRRM shows that Targaryen princes don’t always have the typical Valyrian look. Baelor favored his mother, as does Jon. Beyond just those novellas, he exists to inform on Jon, not just in look but in character too. Sometimes, Targaryen history is written to inform more tangentially on Jon’s own origins. Case in point, Prince Duncan and Jenny of Oldstones as parallels for Rhaegar and Lyanna.

Then we get to Fire and Blood which focuses so wholly on House Targaryen. And what I find interesting, and then frustrating at times, is how HOTD has morphed how we discuss this book. Because outside of HOTD, it’s easy to see how GRRM builds on Targaryen history with Jon in mind. And then we have the Dance of the Dragons. And this is where HOTD fucks up beyond measure. A lot of characters who existed during the Dance inform on Jon and his potential future. I’ve already mentioned the two Velaryon brothers, but I want to zero in on Jace because as one of the key players during this conflict, he is one of the most important ways in which GRRM links these historical characters to the (currently ongoing) main narrative. Jace is pretty much “Jon Snow if his Targaryen parent was actually the woman and he was raised as a prince”. He is so very similar to Jon in character, almost to the point of being an outright clone. And this important because one of his greatest accomplishments during the Dance was his alliance with Winterfell’s lord, Cregan Stark. This birthed the Pact of Ice and Fire, a union between the two most powerful and important families in the meta-narrative. This union went unfulfilled in Jace’s and Cregan’s lifetimes…..but Rhaegar and Lyanna flipped it over its head. Originally meant to be a union between a Stark lord and Targaryen princess whose children would have direct claim to Winterfell, the actual fulfillment of this Pact was that a Targaryen prince sired a son by a Stark lady. The result of this union, Jon, now has claim to both families’ legacies: Winterfell and the Iron Throne. Through the Pact of Ice and Fire, Jon Snow becomes one of the most important and most direct cases of narrative continuity between the current era and Targaryen history. The Dance of the Dragons unknowingly gives birth to Jon Snow.

What HOTD does is to entirely erase one of the most direct consequences of the Dance from its narrative. The show makes no meaningful reference to Jon, or the Pact, even though the author of the source material was careful in laying out just how important Jon is to the central narrative. What’s frustrating is how then they spend a lot of time talking about the prince that was promised whose song is the song of ice and fire. But then they erase Jon, the result of the pact of ice and fire, from the narrative. The worst thing about this is that HOTD has taken such a large space in fandom discussion, such that people use events from the show to inform how they engage with the written text. For all intents and purposes these have been two different narratives, but now I have to read the worst blood-supremacist takes about Jon; which is incredibly ironic given the subject matter.

I often see people celebrate that HOTD doesn’t talk about Jon, which has been a pretty big clue on either one of two things:

Many people who engage in fandom discussion post HOTD don’t actually engage with the text in its entirety. They’ve either never read the books and have only consumed them based on their online fandom bubbles, or what they have read is severely limited in scope.

Some of those who have read these books don’t like ASOIAF for what it is. They like it for what it should be for their headcannons and character-limited perceptions. Thats why they like it when certain sections of the text are outright ignored, because it’s better for their headcannons that way.

Beyond wanting new material, one of the worst consequences of these books going unfinished for me is that large sections of this fandom will be primed to ignoring one of the central characters, because all the material that’s been released outside of the published material has greatly mischaracterized the text itself. We’re now relegated to unhelpful (sometimes idiotic) arguments such as “HOTD says so, so it must be true in the books”. HOTD is taking creative liberties, and we should respect that. And we should also acknowledge that some part of HOTD is continued from Game of Thrones, which didn’t do a very good job of adapting ASOIAF or its characters in the first place. Cutting out the Pact of Ice and Fire (as far as we know) is one of the worst narrative changes made by the HOTD show runners in terms of establishing common context with the story many viewers are already aware of. And it sucks that with that show’s massive popularity, future ASOIAF adaptations will follow suit in completely disregarding important elements of the overall narrative. But hey, at least dragons look good.

[theborzoiarebackintown]

My sweet summer child has no idea we’re leaving in less than two hours to gO RUNNIN!!!!!

[coin-z3fs]

Snowstorm and Heavy Rain

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[pacifistcowboy]

some people think the awkwardness of how difficult espio’s horn makes it for him to kiss is unromantic, but i honestly can’t imagine anything more romantic than espio telling silver it’s impossible for him to kiss anyone due to his horn, so silver, determined as ever, grabs espio’s face with both hands and gently and contemplatively tilts it to the side, then thoughtfully tilts his own the opposite direction, then slowly leans closer until their lips are inches away from each other then stops, and softly says “see? it isn’t impossible.”

[jathun]

Wait...people actually hate jinx+ekko cuz it's straight????