Heyo! Welcome to the Utopia of media, fanfiction and, most importantly, ships. This is a sideblog to my main blog (here)
I mainly use this blog to express myself through shipping in multiple ways, be it fanfiction, art or general anecdotes. And while my interests often waver between multiple individual pieces of media, I'll try my best to keep it organised.
I main for people to respectfully interact with their designated post of interest, that means you're not welcome if you can't keep an open mind in fandom and shipping itself. It is as simple as Don't Like, Don't Read
my main points of interests are FFxiv and Meronia (MelloxNear)
Below the cut I've listed my posts belonging to these fandoms:
Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji), FFxiv, Death Note, Hazbin Hotel
As well as other categories.
You can find my Fanfictions at the bottom (marked by divider)
Thank you :)
Black Butler:
Violock hcs
Death Note:
Meronia crumbs in DN: Another Note (faint analysis)
Near's buildings (appreciation post 1)
Favorite DN scene (appreciation post 2)
Final Fantasy XIV:
Hythades sighting
Hazbin Hotel:
Radioapple hcs
Fanfictions
Organised: Meronia, Sunturine, Radioapple
Meronia:
His Everything | Words: 905 | Chapters: 1/1
Summary: Near, who died after dealing with many difficult cases as L, including the original Kira Case and the following C- and A- Kira Cases, finds himself waking in a heavenly enviroment with big gaps in his memory of his miserable life.
View blog | read here
Sunturine:
An Alien Planet and an Even More Undefined Feeling | Words: 1,798 | Chapters: 1/1
Summary: In which Sunday boards a new planet along with the Astral Express and chooses to take a stroll through the unknown. As much as the enviroment is unknown to him, it'll never match the uncertainty creeping up his gut whenever he's around a specific blond gambler. To his luck and doom both, he finds the individual mysteriously present.
read here
Radioapple:
A Broadcast for You | Words: 3,457 | Chapters: 1/2
Summary: While Charlie enthusiastically tries to talk the Hotel into holding a Sinsmas celebration, Alastor and Lucifer get entangled into a bet about her success, leading Lucifer to make up horrendous conditions Alastor agrees to blindly, convinced of the outcome.
Will they be able to survive eachother over the course of the Holidays?
rip to all the faelight fics that will be debunked once snezhnaya releases and genshin solidifies its made up fae lore. That shi was some of the best fanfiction i ever had the delight of consuming
we like to meme about his height, but if Exarch was as tall as any other guy, just a default man in a hood, his badassery would've felt less special as well. but no, he drops the sickest lines like "i'm the adjudicator of the sacred history with which you dared trifle" while being SO TINY. microscopic. and it only adds to his aura imo
MeroNia is a ridiculously old ship, so it’s not surprising that there’s so much lost media of it… at least in theory. In reality, though, this kind of thing keeps me awake. Seriously—if I get too invested, I might actually go insane. How do those people on Reddit who hunt for lost media even sleep?Take the one in the photo, for example. It’s probably a doujinshi that was sold at some Japanese event, scanned once, then lost along with its metadata. And this image we have now is likely the best version that still exists.
The moral of the story: all I wanted was to have everything from these two.
Title: Immortal
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Pairing(s): Sebastian/Ciel
Chapters: 3/7
Word Count: 15,086/30,000ish (This chapter: 4,892)
Rating: M
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, smoking, and prostitution Summary: 140 years ago, Sebastian Michaelis made the choice to leave Ciel Phantomhive's side. Now living in New York City and under a new contract, he never expected to make a discovery that would turn his world upside down... and return him to his young master's side.
Excerpt:
The sky slowly fades to black as I make my way down the sidewalk towards John Anderson's apartment. My master called seven minutes ago and requested my presence immediately, but I do not feel the need to rush. After all, I already know what he wishes me to do and what awaits me in the superficial daze of heat and music that undoubtedly fills his rooms.
Once again, he has decided to entertain guests. As is standard for these situations, I am expected to serve as entertainment. I tolerate these requests. The contract leaves me no alternative. That does not mean I cannot rebel in my own quiet ways. As he has requested, I have changed into more colorful clothing than I typically favor. Mr. Anderson detests my preferred selection of black and white suit ensembles. Unfortunately, he failed to specify what he meant by more colorful attire, and so I have selected slacks and a sports coat in a shade of dark slate with only the slightest hint of blue.
Between my current and former masters, I have not had a day this busy in nearly a year.
Though the time that my former young master spent in my own quarters was brief, it was more than sufficient to remind me of how much I have missed his presence. And also, how much I enjoyed serving him.
Want to see what happens next? Keep reading over on AO3!
