Recs - Blog Posts
hihi!! i've been desesperate for the darkling x reader series but i'm struggling to find any, do you have recs (finished preferably) thank you!! I hope you have the best holidays!
Okay so I’ve had a look through my following list, and picked out my favourite writers for Aleksander. I thought I’d use this ask as an opportunity to give some holiday love to my favourites. (but off the top of my head can’t think of many completed darkling x reader series)
💛 @dearmantis • Masterlist
Series/My Favourite Fics:
The Something Special Series - ongoing
Written Love - oneshot
First Snow - oneshot
💛 @thebadgerclan • Masterlist
Series/My Favourite Fics:
The Dark Prince Series - completed
Miracle - oneshot
Affectionate - oneshot
💛 @dreamlandcreations • Masterlist
Series/My Favourite Fics:
Not Yet - oneshot
Amidst the Storm - drabble
Lost You - oneshot
💛 @bitesizedgremlin • Masterlist
Series/My Favourite Fics:
The Strange Love Series - ongoing
Insomnia - oneshot
💛 @stardustmorozov • Masterlist
Series/My Favourite Fics:
Can’t You Feel My Heart Beating? - oneshot
Caught in the Rain - smut oneshot
In my search I’ve also found @readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure ‘s darkling x reader series - An Unexpected Taste of Love - which I’m going to add to my reading list
There’s probably plenty more, so if anyone wants to add some more feel free to reblog or comment your recs!
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REINCARNATION AU WITH LI LI MU BELOVED
amor vincit mortem
pairing: zhongli x gn!reader
summary: there’s a fragility to each moment spent with you, finite and fleeting as all mortal lives are. but you always find your way back to him, even when you return missing fragments of yourself. he has loved you ever since he was naught but a mere hatchling you’d dug from the earth, and he will continue to do so through war and peace and retirement. (reincarnation au)
note: writing for one of my favorite tropes again, zhongli my beloved i will always give u happy endings, might be a bit inaccurate in some lore and timeline aspects but i tried my best to stick close, multiple character death/s (reader), depictions of blood and death
word count: 4.1k
“Hello again.”
Morax—back in the days when he was just a little dragon incapable of much thought, back when the name Morax hadn’t even been granted to him—nuzzled his little snout against your hand.
You smoothed your fingers over his soft scales, an indication of youth in dragons, and smiled as he melted at the simple affection.
There had been a softness to that moment, a memory untouched by the grimness of war, in a time when peace reigned and the three sisters ruled over the skies, not a floating celestial castle to be seen.
He remembers your voice and your touch, the way your eyes brightened when you smiled and the way the corners of your mouth quirked when telling a story. He didn’t know your name then, only that you were a local in the nearby village who ounce unburied a small dragon from the earth as a child and had taken care of it since.
That dragon was, of course, him.
-
“Here for another meal, little dragon?”
You brought a small piece of meat to his snout, cooing when he took it from your fingers and delicately chewed on the meat.
He doesn’t remember what it tasted, only that it had a soft, chewy texture that made it easier to eat for his soft teeth that were still in the process of hardening as he aged.
A hand ran over the scales on his head.
“You’ll need a name, won’t you? Something to be remembered for all ages.” The sun had hit his eyes then, making him incapable of seeing what kind of expression you’d had. “I just know my little dragon will grow to be a fearsome one.”
-
“Morax!” You laughed, running as the dragon that was now at the same height as your hips chased you across the clearing. “I told you, no more meat or else you’ll become overweight!”
It wasn’t about the meat, he remembers, it was how you always seemed to shine brightest when you were running about without a care for the world around you. He’d only wanted to keep that smile on your face.
You leaned on your knees, gasping for breath, and still, you shone as radiant as the sun to his eyes.
-
You struggled with carting a box full of all sorts of fruit and cooked meat. He used his hardened snout to help you push the cart near the entrance of the cave he usually dwelled in.
“Thank you.” You softly patted the scales beneath his chin. “I’m not as young and spritely as I used to be.”
He huffed an indignant snort as if to disagree with you. A soft exhale left your mouth, fondness evident in the quirk of your lips.
“You understand me, don’t you? You always have, my smart little dragon.”
-
He sat beside you, quiet and solemn as you hummed a tune beneath your breath.
“Morax,” you started, something different in the inflection of your voice. It never returned back to its normal cadence after you caught an illness that had lasted a year and nearly took your life. “I’m not long for this world—”
He shifted in protest, a snarl in his throat that you wave away with a wrinkled hand.
“Don’t be so upset,” you soothed, “It’s simply the way of life.”
You ran a hand through the underside of his chin, feeling the hardened scales that will continue to grow stronger until it can withstand the force of steel—or a meteor.
“You’ll live for a long, long time, and by the time you reach your prime, I will be nothing but a distant memory to you.”
He remembers disagreeing but never outright conveying it to you. He had thought you understood what his silence meant. If only he’d been able to speak back then, he would have spent hours upon hours telling you how much you meant to the little dragon you had dug up from the earth.
-
You laid down for a nap beside him, still managing to look at him with those bright eyes of yours amidst a face weathered by time.
“My little Morax, you’re as big as a house now, aren’t you?” You had softly pet the side of his head as he curled around you. “Wake me up when the sun rises, okay? I want to hand feed you meat like I used to...”
He closed his eyes and let dreams sweep him away once he felt you fall into a deep sleep.
In the morning, he would awake to the sun casting light over him and the stillness by his side.
You never woke up again.
-
He took to guarding your small village from petty thieves and the occasional mercenaries sent by neighboring villages. It’s what you would’ve wanted, he thought then. You had no family, but the elders and the children and the workers you’d made friends with were dear to you, and so, they were dear to him as well.
Word spread of a village being granted the protection of a mighty dragon. More people came asking for shelter and to settle in, he never showed protest to it.
Years passed, the village grew, and he continued to wonder what it would have been like to watch over these people with you by his side.
He remembers days spent lounging in the clearing he buried your body in, an era where peace still reigned and rest was not yet a luxury he couldn’t afford.
-
You appeared on the second century after your passing, wide-eyed and mouth parted in awe as you stared at the large town that used to be your homely little village.
“Morax?”
He had thought it a dream then, a mirage his mind consumed. There was simply no fathomable way you were here in the flesh, alive and whole and young—so much younger than he remembered you being.
But your eyes were still the same, still as bright and resplendent as the sun. You were here. You were real.
He doesn’t know how he ever managed not to squish you beneath his weight back when he’d been young and excited with less restraint to his actions. It is a memory he remembers fondly, stored tightly within his chest, a moment of peace amidst the war looming on the horizon.
It was a comical sight, a human holding their arms out to their side yet still not managing to encompass the entirety of a dragon’s snout. He used to fit so snugly at the palm of your hand.
“Look how big you’ve grown.” You press your lips to a single scale, already as large as your head. “I have missed you, old friend.”
-
It was a worry that niggled at the back of his head amidst questions of how you came back and why you remember him.
Morax, for all his years alive that would seem many to mortals, was still but a young dragon then. Even when he was roughly the size of five houses.
He didn’t want to see you grow old, to watch as time eroded your spirit and left nothing but a husk of what you once were. The thought of having to relive those days when you could barely stand up to meet him at the clearing outside your village made him want to curl up and burrow deep into the earth.
He didn’t want to sleep beside you only to awake to the sight of your chest still and your breaths nonexistent.
He didn’t want to watch you die again.
-
The choice was taken out of his hands when he returned to his town—your town, just as much as it is his—and found it burning.
“There’s a nearby village that needs your help. Go, Morax, lend your hand to those who need it,” you had told him as you caressed his scales, and he had obeyed, because while the elders and the people come to him with their pleas and their wishes, he will only ever answer to you.
It had been a trick to place his attention away from your town.
He learned what anger meant that day, learned what it felt to crush a house beneath his claws and how to move the earth to his will and what it meant to take a life.
He was young and furious and mourning. It is a dark memory he doesn’t like to dwell on, full of pain and regret and the vicious sense of satisfaction that came with killing. It was the first time he had ever shed blood. It wouldn’t be the last.
As he watched the village be buried beneath the earth and the stone he’d called upon, he turned his back and made the long trek back to a home that was now nothing but ash and dust.
And as he rooted through the rubble in the vain hope of finding your body to bury, Morax learned what it meant to be an unwilling participant in a war.
-
It was as if fate was paying back the abundance of time you’d spent with him in your first life with short moments that were always cut too soon.
In your third life, you found him sleeping on the remains of what was once your town. You had wept and embraced him as much as you could, and he, in turn, tried to convey how much he had missed you.
The two of you traveled together for a while, and that life was where you rode on his back for the first time as he soared the skies.
“They’re like your eyes,” you once said, holding onto his scales as he flew above the clouds, the light of the setting sun casting the two of you in molten gold, “Golden. It’s been my favorite color ever since I first saw you open your eyes. They always shine so bright.”
You died that same day, having encountered a vengeful deity after he set foot on the ground. He had won that fight, but he wasn’t able to protect you.
-
It was in a battlefield that he saw you again.
He remembers how the small deity’s blood had felt upon his tongue, dripping down sharp teeth and soaking the battle happening in the ground below with blood. It had been sunny then, he remembers, when he descended from the skies in triumph and looked down the masses gazing at him with fear.
And then there was you.
Blood and dirt and other unnamable things clung to you like a second skin as you clumsily held a spear close to your chest, but you had beamed at the sight of him and yelled out his name.
“Morax!”
It was short-lived.
It had been a stray arrow, they would later plead with tears and mud streaking through their terror-filled faces. But all he cared about at that time was that one moment you dropped your spear to run to him, and the next you were falling to the ground, an arrow lodged right where your heart lay.
He left that field bloodied with corpses, your body strewn on his back as he flew to the clearing in your first life. There, he buried you beside your other incarnations.
-
“I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.”
You leaned against the bulk of his frame, burrowed in a cliffside to wait out the fight between two gods happening on the other side of the lake.
-
“That was never there before,” you said, squinting at the castle in the sky as you laid on his back.
He rumbled his agreement.
You sighed, hearing the war going on below and wondering when it was all going to end.
“The stars don’t shine as bright as they used to.”
-
“Are you alright?!” You yelled as you frantically helped the woman—a deity—up from the ground.
Morax’s thundering roars echoed in the air as he summoned pillars from the earth and shattered the feeble ice that the opposing god put up.
The woman stared at you with wide eyes, noticing how labored your breathing was but otherwise looking unbothered by the fight happening in front of you.
“Are you not worried…?” She asked, her voice sounding as delicate as she looked.
You turned to her with a grin you’d hoped was encouraging. “There’s nothing to fear, Morax is strong!” Then, you offered her your hand. “Here, you can hold my hand if you’re afraid.”
She accepted it, feeling the tremors in her fingers calm at the warmth emanating from your palm.
“Guizhong,” she suddenly said, looking up at you, her heart racing. “Forgive my rudeness but… my name is Guizhong.”
You smiled, as bright and lovely as Morax would have described had he been there to see it. “Allow us to lend you and your people a hand, Guizhong!”
And for the first time since the war began, she felt hope blossom in her chest.
-
“Which life is this now?” Guizhong asked him.
“Nineteenth,” he answered, more of a growl that resembled a word. Morax, in his newly obtained form, was still not used to the ways of mortals, namely, the fact that he can now speak his thoughts out loud.
You were conversing with Cloud Retainer, something regarding a weapon that could be used to help the war. The mechanics were lost to him. For all that he could now be considered a deity, for all that the people have started calling him Rex Lapis, he was still so oblivious to the ways of the world.
Guizhong placed a hand on his shoulder, a reassuring smile on her deceptively gentle face. On that day, she promised to help him protect you.
And that life was one of the few where he got to watch you grow old.
-
“You don’t know how to read?” Guizhong asked you, surprise coloring her face.
You sheepishly laughed, “I’ve never been taught in all the lives I’ve lived. And most of my time with Morax was spent fighting and running from the war.”
You looked down your hands, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin of them. Young and unscarred. There had been a large gash that ran across your back in your previous life, and when the night got too cold and you were left alone with your thoughts, you felt the ache of thousands upon thousands of wounds you’d collected throughout your lives.
A dainty hand covered your own. You looked up to see Guizhong watching you with a fond smile.
“Let me teach you, then.”
-
Guizhong always invited you to sing to the glaze lilies scattered around the Assembly. She claimed your voice was like a melody that soothed the flowers to bloom.
In truth, she only wanted to hear you sing.
-
“No, that’s not how you hold chopsticks, Morax!” You laughed, taking hold of his hand and rearranging the chopsticks haphazardly held in his fingers. “There, much better.”
His fingers remained clumsy, unused to such sensations, but you promised him that he’ll get used to it in no time.
-
You slowly guided him through each step, gently correcting a mistake in his footwork and adjusting the spear in his hand when needed.
Morax was a fast learner.
Soon, he would develop his own way of wielding the spear, but for now, you coached him through the right techniques and laughed whenever he dropped the spear in a spin.
-
“The moon,” he suddenly said, looking at you with wide, earnest eyes.
“Yes, what about it?”
He seemed to struggle with finding the right words to convey what he wanted to say. You patiently sat and waited for him to gather himself.
“It’s beautiful tonight.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Isn’t it?”
You tilted your head to the sky, a nostalgic smile on your lips, lost in memories of days spent lazing about in that old clearing and staring at the starry sky. “It is.”
His hand felt warm around yours.
-
“I don’t want to die anymore.”
He held you as your blood seeped from your clothes and painted the grass a dark shade of red. It was a slow process, bleeding out, to wait for your blood to drain until your heart stopped beating and your eyes lost the light in them.
“Morax.”
You were crying, clutching your side where a god had pierced their blade clean through. You were dying so slowly, yet there was no time to get a healer.
“Please.”
Your eyes begged for an end to this pain.
His tears fell and mixed with your blood.
On your twenty-ninth life, he cradled your head to his chest and wept as he gave you a quick, painless death.
-
When he saw you again, he held you until the sun disappeared and his arms felt numb before reluctantly pulling away.
You held his face between the palm of your hands and kissed his forehead, your eyes red and smile brittle at the edges.
“I’ve missed you,” was all you said before you leaned close.
Your lips felt impossibly soft against his.
-
“Morax,” you whispered against his skin, on your thirty-first life when he finally found the courage to show you what being loved by him meant. “I love you.”
It was the first time you spoke those words to him.
It wouldn’t be the last.
He kept you awake all night, ignoring the war happening around him and pretending, just for a moment, that the world only consisted of you and him.
-
During your forty-second life, an anomaly happened.
He and the rest of the adepti were unable to gauge how it happened. Guizhong, for all her smarts, was not able to discern the reason for it either.
And then there was no time to ponder upon it anymore, because Osial attacks the Guili Assembly, and not only does he lose you, he also loses a friend.
Her last words to him consisted of a riddle and a memento in the form of a lock. “I never stopped searching for a reason. I think… this may be it.”
And in her eyes, he saw a confession — she had loved you too.
Thousands of years later and he is still no closer to opening it, and thus, no closer to figuring out what caused the loss of your memories.
-
On some lives, you remember, eyes lighting up with recognition as you abandoned everything you’d been doing to run into his arms.
“Morax,” you would whisper as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.
On some lives, you would pass by him with blank eyes, the same lilt to your voice but without the fondness that came with it.
“Hello again,” he’d say.
You would smile awkwardly. “Hello?”
And he would mourn you all over again.
-
“He’s suffered enough, hasn’t he?”
Your words were enough to still Morax’s spear.
You knelt in front of the young-looking deity, offering your palm to him. “We will not shackle you, and neither will we force you to serve.”
His eyes were wary, yet so incredibly full of disbelief and hidden hope.
You gave him a smile you hoped was as gentle as it seemed.
Rough, battle-hardened hands clasped onto yours like a salvation.
“Please,” he whispered, something so undeniably broken in his tone as looked up at you the same way one might look up at the stars.
Later on, Morax would name that young deity Xiao.
-
There were tales and poems written about you. Rex Lapis and his undying lover.
It was widely romanticized and highly inaccurate. For one, he didn’t meet you in your first life as a large and intimidating dragon. He was naught but a hatchling you used to feed fruits and meat with a childish laugh. The two of you had grown up together, but where you had grown old, he remained young, a dragon who hadn’t even reached a fourth of his lifespan.
You always laughed as you read to him some of the more outlandish ones, in those lives where you remembered enough to love him as deeply as you used to.
“‘And they fornicated upon the moonlit night, a dragon and a mortal—’ I’m sorry, I can’t take this seriously.” You burst into a fit of giggles, leaning against him on your shared bed as the book you’d been holding fell to the side, forgotten.
“Shall I have a word with the authors of such books?”
“No, no!” You were quick to refuse, placing both palms on his cheeks and grinning. “They’re amusing to read. Perhaps I should commission a play, that would be so entertaining…”
He gazed at you fondly, cherishing each precious, limited time the two of you have.
-
When he ascended the throne of Celestia, you were the first person to greet him upon returning to Liyue.
There was a nervous edge to your smile, but still, it came as naturally as breathing to you. You often questioned it, how everything just seemed to come easily for you.
“I think I know you,” you once told him a week after you met in this life, “I just can’t remember where.”
And you would always come across the numerous retellings of your lives, hands shaking and so full of regret and grief for a life you could never quite recall.
You never failed to apologize to him after.
I’m sorry I forgot.
I’m sorry I can’t remember.
I’m sorry I don’t love you.
-
It became increasingly frequent with each century that passed. Only one incarnation of you every six lives remembered your past.
He made you love him in each one. Even if he had to start from the bottom, even when you looked at him without a spark of familiarity, even when it hurt—he never failed to capture your heart again and again.
-
The Cataclysm happened in a lifetime where you remembered.
Morax, to this day, wishes it hadn’t been the case. Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have insisted on fighting alongside him.
Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have died so early.
Your body was left beneath the rubble and ruins of Khaenri’ah’s Royal Palace. The only thing that stopped him from upturning it to search for you was the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.
-
In the twentieth year after the destruction of Khaenri’ah, he made a contract with a golden haired traveler who carried the aura of the stars.
Five years after the contract was signed, your body was returned to Liyue in a casket covered with Inteyvat flowers.
-
He remembers waiting, and waiting, and waiting a little more until he looked up and realized that four hundred years had passed without you.
He searched each nation, visiting village upon village, hoping to hear news of you or a past life of yours having lived there, but there was nothing.
It was as if you had simply ceased to exist.
He refused to believe it.
-
Mountain Shaper advised him to rest.
It was strange to walk the streets of Liyue again after a hundred years of absence. He never failed to appear during the Rite of Descension, but taking on his draconic form and parading as a mortal man were two different things. And the latter, he found in all the years he’d been ruling Liyue, was much more preferable than the former.
Conversations flowed around him, and he wondered what you would have been doing had you been here with him.
He stared into the Harbor, smiling as he remembered your quiet musings during the early days of the Archon War.
I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.
Settle.
It was a wishful thought, but…
He turned on his heel, mind made up.
If he couldn’t look for you, then he would have to wait for you to come to him. In the meantime, he would arrange the finest house for you to live in peace after five hundred years of being apart and a lifetime of war and bloodshed.
-
Morax—Zhongli sits at a table at Third-Round Knockout, leisurely sipping tea as he listens to the story teller regale the tragic tale of your second life. A little inaccurate, on a few accounts, but for the most part, it was as he remembers it.
The tea tastes exceptionally sweet today. A good omen, perhaps.
He feels the vibrations from the ground, telling of a person approaching him from behind. He lets whoever it is get close, unable to detect any malicious intent.
“That’s completely false. I, for one, never ‘wept in delight as I was reunited with my dragon lover’.”
He nearly drops his tea in shock.
He turns his head to the right, his heart in his throat as he hopes and begs that his ears did not deceive him. He sucks in a breath—
And meets the loveliest pair of eyes gazing down at him with mirth.
You smile.
“Hello again.”
𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓!
what is this? this post is an opportunity to recommend your favorite accounts, like a tag game. you don’t have to be tagged to join and if you aren’t still try to interact!
why does this exist? because tumblr’s algorithm isn’t the best at boosting accounts/posts, plus it’s a good way to self promote your work and others.
who i’m recommending are: @ughgojo @faeaura @izukulus @shoberri @xysthe @hoshiikos @happygoluckyalexis @dejwrites @itadores @a-blue-secret @jkoo-njoo
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ some genuinely good analog horror series ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
⤷ LOCAL58 - Footage of a fictional public access television channel located in Mason County, West Virginia named Local 58, created in the late 1930s, which is continuously hijacked over a period of decades with a series of ominous and surreal broadcasts
⤷ Gemini Home Entertainment - A collection of clips from VHS tapes produced by a number of fictional companies and distributed by the eponymous company Gemini Home Entertainment. The clips tell an overarching story of extraterrestrial invasion and an impending apocalyptic event
⤷ The Walten Files - The disturbing, dark atmosphere surrounding a children's restaurant, Bon's Burgers, as well as its parent company, Bunny Smiles Inc. Inspired by FNAF
⤷ The Monument Mythos - America took a slightly different course, and now bizarre and unexplainable events are occurring near national landmarks like the Statue of Liberty or Mount Rushmore
⤷ GREYLOCK - Strange occurrences are happening around Berkshire County, Massachusetts
⤷ The Tangi Virus - A webseries about a zombie-like virus infests a body of water in a small town
⤷ The Oracle Project - Oracle is a hyperintelligent supercomputer created by the Pentagon during World War II, and the arguable antagonist of the sequel to analog horror video The Human Trial
⤷ Angel Hare - Jonah has discovered a nostalgic TV show that he'd all but forgotten about. The show hadn't forgotten him, though, and an investigation is about to take him deep down the rabbit hole
⤷ Somnium Dream Viewer - A mysterious company has developed the technology to capture still images from our dreams
⤷ Children Under the House - Julia Luu, a child therapist, finds that a young girl's imaginary friends might be more than they seem
⤷ The Man in The Suit - A Godzilla inspired series
⤷ No Through Road - The story of a time loop created when four teenage boys were driving and went through a no through road
⤷ Chimpy Chippas - An Australian Analog Horror series of "found footage" videos. Inspired by FNAF
⤷ Chezzkid Archives - ChezzKids Archive is a bandicam/digital horror web-series and ARG centered around a 2000s children's website
⤷ Jurassic Park Analog Horror - Inspired by Jurassic Park
⤷ TheSunVanished - The sun disappeared without a trace. Uncovering what will happen next
⤷ Lacey's Wardrobe - Lacey needs your help to find the best outfits for every occasion. A dress up themed horror game with dark themes
⤷ The Backrooms - A first-person found footage psychological survival horror game where it tells the story of a young teen after accidentally falling into the depths of The Backrooms in 1998
⤷ Harmony and Horror - Martin Greywhinder, a genius toy maker grows tired of his family and thinks he can make them as perfect as his toys
⤷ The Smile Tapes - The uncoverings of a fictitious new drug in circulation on the black market called "SMILE"
⤷ Petscop - A let's play of a fictional game called Petscop and the secrets hidden within
⤷ White Stag Education - A series of videos & PSAs about mysterious events happening in the New Jersey Pine Barrens
⤷ Winter of 83' - The story of a mysterious event which took place in the town of Fawn's Circle, Minnesota, during a severe snowstorm in January 1983
⤷ Marble Hornets - A chilling unfolding of events relating to the SomethingAwful myth of Slender Man
⤷ Liminal Land - A revered theme park shut its doors after the mass disappearance of unsuspecting parkgoers
⤷ Dog Nightmares - A mysterious connection between a person named Emily, her missing dog Bailey, and strange dog-human hybrid creatures
⤷ Mystery Flesh Pit National Park - A mining company finds a giant super-organism in the ground, and manage to turn it into a national park
⤷ SM64: CLASSIFIED - Revealing the dark secrets hidden deep within a childhood classic. Super Mario Inspired
⤷ Midwestern Angelica - YouTube webseries about an alien body crashing down on Earth and causing havoc
⤷ AndrewGaming67 - The story of two friends, separated by time, and perhaps something sinister. A Minecraft ARG
check out these series if you are looking for a new fandom or deep dive to obsess on and most of these have commentary/reaction videos as well incase you have trouble watching them by yourself!
happy viewing!
Video essays that make me go "oh, so you're like smart smart"
Elon Musk and Grimes: A Retrospective
Bo Burnham vs. Jeff Bezos
The Systemic Abuse of Celebrities
Lana Del Rey: the pitfalls of having a persona
we need to talk about Call Me By Your Name
MYTH OF THE AUTEUR: Stanley Kubrick vs David Lynch
In Search Of A Flat Earth
Envy
The Commodification of Black Athletes
The Lies Of The Lighthouse
The Green Knight: The Uncanny Horror of Masculinity
Max Payne, Kane & Lynch, and the Meaning of Ugly Games
Time Loop Nihilism
How Bisexuality Changed Video Games
The Golden Age of Horror Comics - Part 1 (Part 2)
Weighing the Value of Director's Cuts | Scanline
The True Horror Of Midsommar
a few more -
You're Wrong About Cyberpunk 2077 | An Overdue Critique (this is such great critique of both the game and the genre)
Disney's Fast Pass: A Complicated History
It Has Come To My Attention You Don't All Love BIRDS OF PREY
Adaptation.
The man who almost faked his way to a Nobel Prize
Music Theory and White Supremacy
Here's the YouTube playlist! ill be adding more but that's all so far pls like and reblog xoxo 💕
LOVER OF MINE (01)
SYNOPSIS note to self, don’t break a singer’s heart. their next album will be about you. charlie bushnell can speak from experience.
CONTENT 1 death joke and maybe a sexual joke if u see it that way
NOTE set before pjotv airs, but the cast have been announced for awhile, honey is only just now seeing it. tatertitty = tate
DISCLAIMER i don’t own these pictures, i found all on pinterest! also the reader’s fc is asian and reader does play cindy moon, aka silk, in the marvel universe but feel free to change that to something that fits you!!
charlie bushnell/fem. reader smau
series masterlist. prev.
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hanihoney hey
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ethanitup heyyyyy
user0 lmaoo not the 5 y’s…
user1 i love women
jennaortega 😳😳
hanihoney heyyyyy
user2 HELLO???? i miss u guys aww
oliviarodrigo matter of fact where’s everybody from
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user3 does anyone know what happened between her and her ex she never posts him anymore 😭😭
user4 guess they broke up. which is so saddd they were so adorable
user5 who even was her bf
user6 we dont know 😭 she never posted his face
ynupdates so pretty :(
hanihoney no, you :(
user7 YN1 WHEN ITS BEEN MONTHS…
user8 i have a feeling in my boob that its soon
user9 u mean heart…? user8
user8 no user9
rachelzegler FACE CARD NEVER DECLINES
user10 this is a face economy actually
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shessogone tell me why i just saw that my exbf is gonna be playing luke castellan in the percy jackson series
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ethanitup i thought there already was a pjo series
ethanitup lmao i just realized why is ur exbf playing ur childhood crush😭😭
shessogone my childhood crush was book percy actually 🖐️ get ur facts straight ethanitup
tatertitty u could play silena
shessogone id rather die!
olivvy pls tell me this means yn1 coming sooner than later
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Ooh, thanks so much! I can’t wait to get start on all these, there’s so many it’ll be a real treat!
Hiya, do you have any fairytale aus? Thanks for your work by the way, I love this blog!
Hello friend! So happy that you’re enjoying this work. The Librarian got to discover new fics on this fun theme, so this ask was a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy some of these as well.
Wolfstar Fairytale AUs
Untold Blessings by @aryastark-valarmorghulis
Magic once existed in England and has finally returned. Mr Sirius Black, a gifted magician, ventures, rash and ill-prepared, into Faerie.
Every Rose Has Its Thorns by shadow_prince
Two beasts, a lot of magic, and a rose garden.
little red riding hood and other misnomers by Someone_aka_Me
Sirius may wear a red riding cloak, but he is no Little Red Riding Hood. But that's okay, because Remus doesn't make a very good Big Bad Wolf, either.
The Kitchens by @lumosinlove
Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.
prince Sirius and commoner werewolf Remus by Judeyjude
“I gather you have come to slay the beast?” “Uh.” Sirius stared at the man lying on the grass. There was not a line of tension in his body, and he hadn’t dignified Sirius—Prince Sirius—with a single glance. “Er, yes. Right. The beast. Werewolf. Do you, uh, know where…it dwells?” The man snorted and turned the page of his book.
The King I Could Become by @randoyoyo
Prince Sirius of Nox has one thing he cannot stand. Or rather it should be said, one person. Prince Remus of Lupos. They had never gotten along well, though their kingdoms are close allies, but a disturbance in the lands has brought them together on a quest. They’ll be able to take down this threat…if they can survive each other’s presence first.
Snow Black -orphaned account
Sirius Black - more commonly known as Snow Black - is forced to run away from home when his father attempts to have him killed. What he doesn’t expect is to get caught up in a scheme to steal the crown from none other than Prince Lupin himself.
The Odds of Faith in the Face of Doubt by @musesfool
Remus learns to believe in the fairytale.
Grimsfall by @remus-john-lupin
There is a legend in the old city of Grimsfall that a large, black creature used to emerge from the forest at night, and anyone who met its gaze would be driven to madness before the thing dragged them into the depths of hell.
Books, Swords, and Other Things Found in Forests (A Robin Hood/Historical AU) by @alienfairyprincess-blog
The man flicked his sword to Remus’ throat with a cocky grin. “Your book or your life.” “Book.” The wolfstar/marauders Robin Hood AU nobody asked for!
The Moon's Favourite Son and the Guardian of the Forest by @shaggydogstail @artymakeart
When Remus was a little boy, he used to listen to stories told by the wind which came down his chimney. When he became an adult, he travelled to the place those stories came from, a magical forest far away. There he met Sirius, so beautiful and mysterious it was like he'd stepped straight out of a story book himself, and better yet Sirius promised to grant him three wishes.
The Tale of the Prince of Caelor by bluepeony
Set in an Arcadian land of dragons, elves and magic, Sirius is a prince and Remus his lowly servant.
The city of brass by S. A. Chakraborty is great and although technically adult, I read it when I was 15 and loved it and it didn’t feel too adult at all.
YA Books by Muslim Authors
Once Upon An Eid edited by S.K. Ali and Aisha Saeed
Mirage by Somaiya Daud
Love From A to Z by S.K. Ali
We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal
The Light at the Bottom of the World by London Shah
The Candle and the Flame by Nafiza Azad
The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf
The City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty
A Pocketful of Stars by Aisha Bushby
This Green and Pleasant Land by Ayisha Malik
Amal Unbound by Aisha Saeed
The Love and Lies of Rukshana Ali by Sabina Khan
Amina’s Voice by Henna Khan
The Henna Wars by Adiba Jaigirdar
The Gauntlet by Karuna Riaza
Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed
Sofa Khan is Not Obliged by Ayisha Malik
The Girl and the Ghost by Hanna Alkaf
Sunbolt by Intisar Khanani
feel free to reblog with recs of your own!