Rewatching Tokyo Ghoul And I Forgot It Was Just A Long Series Of Shakespearean Soliloquies With Some

Rewatching Tokyo Ghoul and I forgot it was just a long series of Shakespearean soliloquies with some actiony bits dashed in for flavor

And Kaneki managing to survive with exactly ZERO sense of self preservation thanks to the kindness of strangers (at least til The ThingTM happens) who live by Yu Gi Oh rules.

I was your enemy. You beat me. We cool bro I'll die for you man I'd punch a rock for you!

My Omega (August 11th, 2016)

My first trip to the Omegaverse, and with an old small fandom no less!, but certainly not the last. I’ve always found deep interest in the dynamic situation, and while this is definitely smut, I had a good time spinning the plot and world my way. This one stuck with me long enough for a epilogue fic!

Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Pairing: Sagara Sanosuke/ Saitou Hajime, background Kenshin/Kaoru Warnings/Contents: Heat Fic, normal amount of Questionable Consent but only for a second, Identity Issues, Body Dismorphia, Smut AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7739950 Word Count: 4,164 (1 Chapter) Summary: Saitou's back in town, and Sano's gone into hiding as he's struck down by a heat he refuses to acknowledge. He didn't choose to be an Omega, he was an Alpha damn it! Or: Saitou and Sano fuck their way through designation issues, heat sex, and relationship building?

~Excerpt~

“You presented as an Omega in the middle of a battlefield and he didn’t know how to keep you safe.” Saitou was prepared for the jerk and twist of the fighter’s strong body, for the writhing, clawing denial driving the teen mad as he tried to physically escape his own nature. The cop was having none of it. “So he found an apothecary—”

“Stop.”

Had it been a scream, a curse, another reptilian death roll, Saitou would have ignored it. But the absolutely broken ring to that one word, the despair that had flooded and poisoned the strong man, weakening him away to a lifeless form, gave him pause.

“Please. Stop.” Sano whispered, eyes wet as they looked up at Saitou.

“Ahou…” Saitou almost felt bad that it was the name that slipped out, he knew the boy’s name after all but how often did he use it? Besides, it wasn’t really wrong even in this case. “Do you really think you can hide anything from me? You think I didn’t know already?”

So as not to spam the world, I’ll be breaking these up into chunks

So, ya know, not a huge wall of my bs on your feed Lol I’ll be back tomorrow with more fabfiction! Goodnight all!

The Sojourn Series

The whole series began with Matryoshka, what was originally a one-shot A/B/O dynamic study with some tasty smut. The response I got was overwhelmingly positive and I found myself far from finished with the three of them anyway. So into an ongoing series I went!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/987546

Guys can we talk about how genuinely happy Aizawa looks in the 2nd to last panel though??? So pure!!

The kids probably called their parents because of stranger danger. (Convention adventures part 3) > Please don’t repost! <

Seven (February 19th, 2016)

So starting off with the first fic I wrote FOR Ao3 waaaay back in 2016. One Punch Man was my jam, and I needed to warm back up to writing.

Fandom: One Punch Man Pairing: Multiple Ships (New One Each Chapter Basically) Warnings/Contents: This also varies from chapter to chapter. Check the notes at the top of each chapter for details. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6056023/chapters/13883344 Word Count: 36,023 (8 chapters) Summary: A fun Seven Deadly Sins AU starring the cast from One Punch Man. There’s smut, there’s feels, theirs plot, all kinds of interest as each chapter focuses on at least one of the sins as they try to gather together to fight a rising enemy.

~Excerpt~

The thing was…

They didn’t need bodies. Bodies were a luxury, really. The Sins could freely flit around the world, moving across the globe in a split second. They were, essentially, beliefs given life, and thus, technically, omnipresent. They didn’t need to be physical to do their jobs, but most tended to prefer it that way for one reason or another. Physical bodies were for specialized enacting; when a person carried such potential that it was like walking into the most decadent hotel suite that had ever existed. You just wanted to soak in the tub, sleep in the bed, and fuck on every available surface before it was all taken away. Because bodies, like hotels, were temporary. When you found a good one, an exquisite mind and powerful heart teeming with untapped opportunity, you wanted to kick up your heels.