Do you know any good Daiken fanfics? In my languague there aren't too many so I suppose there will be loads more in English
Oh man - I know soooooo many
acktacky has a ton of great ones, everything from sweet oneshots to heartbreaking chapter fics. gouguruheddo on ao3. The Game and A Brief Reprieve are some of my favorites. How It Came to Be is an exploration of Daisuke and Ken’s relationship within the context of the epilogue; extremely sad, but one of the most real fics I’ve ever come across. (There’s a cuteprologue for it by insertlokihere called Let’s Go) And Never Alone was written for me so of course I love it. ^_^ More a focus on the digimon, but there’s some daiken in there.
Drive Me Crazy is one of my favorites. It’s long, and also seems to have been abandoned, but it’s really well-written. NSFW for sex and some violence.
Don’t Lose Yourself by fiones is another big favorite of mine. It’s mostly quiet and introspective, with Daisuke working out his feelings while Ken waits for him to come to a conclusion. It’s really sweet and there’s some cute stuff with the digimon. Also Like Home by the same author is really cute.
Public Eye by A Hidden Path is a short, sweet look at what happens when Dai and Ken’s relationship is picked up by the press. A Gentleman’s Wager is also super cute; a little Daiken, but has several other ships and is mostly general adorableness.
Walking in the Dark is an older!Daiken story where the two meet in college and fall pretty fast during a party. There’s only one chapter so far but I like it a lot.
Higuchimon has a loooooot of 02 stories, but my favorite one is Just by Chance. another older!kids fic, where Daisuke is selling ramen noodles and Ken is a detective, and Daisuke stumbles upon the guys Ken has been looking for.
Butterfly Thoughts by WerewolvesAreReal isn’t explicitly daiken, but it does feature Davis supporting Ken pretty hardcore. Trigger warning for themes and discussions of suicide. The author has a lot of great Digimon fic in general; If Memory Serves (mine’s not so reliable) is one of my absolute favorites.
dense is one of the funniest daiken fics I’ve ever read - but it’s a really strange, dry sense of humor. It’s not often you find really well-written stuff in second person. The second chapter is from Kari’s point of view, and is definitely worth the read.
The Rider is short and steamy, just not really until the very end. Most of it is introspection.
Loose Ends is a really short and sweet look at their relationship.
Criminal Minds Opening and Closing Quotes: Season 5
Season 5 Episode 1 Nameless, Faceless
Rossi: “A weak man has doubts before a decision. A strong man has them afterwards.” Karl Kraus.
Season 5 Episode 2 Haunted
Hotchner: “One need not be a chamber to be haunted, one need not to be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.” Emily Dickinson.
Hotchner: “There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.” Polybius.
Season 5 Episode 3 Reckoner
Rossi: “Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical.” Blaise Pascal.
Rossi: “I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.” Abraham Lincoln.
Season 5 Episode 4 Hopeless
Morgan: Kingman Brewster, Jr. said, “There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness.”
Morgan: William Shakespeare wrote, “These violent delights have violent ends.”
Season 5 Episode 5 Cradle to Grave
JJ: Journalist William D. Tammeus wrote, “You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around and why his parents will always wave back.”
Season 5 Episode 6 The Eyes Have It
Morgan: “And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee.” Matthew 5:29.
Morgan: “Dwell in peace in the home of your own being and the messenger of death will not be able to touch you.” Guru Nanak.
Season 5 Episode 7 The Performer
Reid: “In all the darkest pages of the malign supernatural, there is no more terrible tradition than that of the vampire – a pariah even among demons.” Writer Montague Summers.
Prentiss: Writer Cyril Connolly said, “Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self.”
Season 5 Episode 8 Outfoxed
Morgan: “Man usually avoids attributing cleverness to somebody else unless it’s an enemy.” Albert Einstein.
Season 5 Episode 9 100
Hotchner: “He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche.
Hotchner: Poet Haniel Long said, “So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty.”
Season 5 Episode 10 The Slave of Duty
Hotchner: “Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” Oliver Wendell Holmes.
Hotchner: “What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Season 5 Episode 11 Retaliation
Prentiss: “Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure.” Tacitus
Prentiss: “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.” Washington Irving
Season 5 Episode 12 The Uncanny Valley
Reid: Peace Pilgrim wrote: “Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many of us are possessed by our possessions.”
Reid: Isaac Asimov wrote: “In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate.”
Season 5 Episode 13 Risky Business
JJ: Mother Teresa said, “Life is a game – play it … Life is too precious, do not destroy it.”
JJ: “Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My God, do you learn.” C.S. Lewis
Season 5 Episode 14 Parasite
Prentiss: “Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” Sir Walter Scott.
Prentiss: “If I am what I have, and if I lose what I have, who, then, am I?” German psychologist Erich Fromm.
Season 5 Episode 15 Public Enemy
Rossi: “When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when his son gives to his father, both cry.” William Shakespeare.
Rossi: “Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy.” F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Season 5 Episode 16 Mosley Lane
JJ: Emily Dickinson wrote, “Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.”
JJ: Nietzsche wrote, “Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.”
Season 5 Episode 17 Solitary Man
Morgan: Christopher Lash said, “Family is a haven in a heartless world.”
Prentiss: Tennessee Williams said, “We’re all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
Season 5 Episode 18 The Fight
Hotchner: Mother Teresa said, “I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
Season 5 Episode 19 Rite of Passage
Hotchner: “Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.” Helen Keller.
Prentiss: “A lion’s work hours are only when he’s hungry. Once he’s satisfied, the predator and prey lie peacefully together.” Chuck Jones.
Season 5 Episode 20 …A Thousand Words
Rossi: “A sincere artist tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.” Painter William Dobell.
Hotchner: Gandhi said, “I have seen children successfully surmount the effects of an evil inheritance. That is due to purity being an inherent attribute of the soul.”
Season 5 Episode 21 Exit Wounds
Garcia: “Nature, in her most dazzling aspects or stupendous parts, is but the background and theater of the tragedy of man.” John Morley
Garcia: Ralph W. Sockman said, “Nothing is so strong as gentleness, and nothing is so gentle as real strength.”
Season 5 Episode 22 The Internet Is Forever
Hotchner: “The single biggest problem with communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” George Bernard Shaw.
Rossi: “The Internet is the first thing that humanity has built that humanity doesn’t understand, the largest experiment in anarchy that we have ever had.” Eric Schmidt.
Season 5 Episode 23 Our Darkest Hour
Morgan: Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, “And out of the darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, molding men.”
there are lights inside you
I cannot seem to turn from
despite the warning signs,
and the déjà-vus,
and the whispers of ghosts that
stubbornly refuse to stop haunting
the chambers of my heart;
there are lights inside you
that burn so very bright,
this all-encompassing darkness
can do nothing but bow out
and let your colours take the stage,
if only for one magnificent, glowing,
there are lights inside you
I know will scorch me in the end,
for lights are destined to burn out, my dears,
and when they leave, they take
all of their warmth with them
and leave me to be reacquainted with
the darkness, always, this most loyal
and truest of friends.
a beginner's guide on how to survive being the last man standing. (for ambrose.)
Summary: The world, Elphaba Thropp had decided, was divided into two types of people: those who were good, and those who were clever. And she was not good.
When Elphaba begins falling for Galinda, she must decide if her feelings for her roommate are worth dragging Galinda into the political nightmares of Oz… and what the consequences of falling in love in such a climate could mean.
Author’s Note: Serializing my Gelphie fic on Tumblr! I’ll be posting new chapters weekly, every Wednesday.
Chapter One: Verstehen
One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain has Corridors—surpassing Material Place—
The world, Elphaba Thropp had decided, was divided into two types of people: those who were good, and those who were clever. And she was not good. She had never believed she was. She could fancy herself clever if she chose, if she was in the right mood, but good? No. Especially not for the thoughts that had been running through her head as of late about the girl she shared a room with. Those thoughts were not clever; they certainly weren’t good. If she were cross with herself, she might have thought them wicked. (And she was often cross with herself.) But at present, her roommate was sitting in front of her vanity, running a brush through golden curls which had, Elphaba was ashamed to admit, caused her much envy when they first started living together. And although she was beginning to tolerate Galinda’s presence after two weeks, there was a thrum of something else under that tolerance, something Elphaba dared not think about. So she buried her nose in her books by Unionist ministers and shuttered the thoughts through the dark corridors of her brain, in the rooms and halls where all her other awful, wretched memories lived.
I recently picked up a copy of The Cunning Man’s Handbook by Jim Baker.
It’s a big book, and definitely not one that can be easily read from cover to
cover. It is, however, and excellent reference book that outlines the beliefs and
practices of the Cunning Folk of Britain and America between the years of 1550 and
1900. The book contains a ton of lore on various methods of making spells and
charms, and several of them involve creating liquid concoctions to carry out
the magic. Unlike other books of this nature, the brews referenced in this book
are not just for healing – which was one of the primary goals of potion-making
in antiquity. (Although some healing brews are included, of course.) Consider this
recipe that can be brewed to drive away ghosts or spirits that haunt a house:
This is a curious secret, and I think never before made public, or
previously practiced but by a few. To do this, take the wool that grows between
the two eyes of a black sheep, burnt to a powder, and after it has been steeped
a night and a day in a man’s urine, mix this with the powder of nightshade, or
Wake Robin, an herb so called, boil them in a quarter of a pint of Aqua Vitae;
sprinkle the walls of the chamber that is haunted…
Another fascinating look at the
creation of magical brews, and this book is filled with examples like the one
mentioned above. In addition, with each passage I read, I’m introduced to a new
term or a new topic that I hadn’t heard before, which will keep my research
(and this blog going). I’m looking forward to sharing more on the historical use of urine
in potions (as this is certainly not the first reference to it being used as
such) as well as the alchemic philosophy behind the Aqua Vitae – has anyone
heard of Wake Robin?
J. (n.d.). The Cunning man’s handbook: The practice of English folk magic,
Winterfell is full of ghosts. Jon returned because he felt compelled to. He has been released from his vows, his watch ended with his death. He is not the same, he feels changed but everywhere he looks there are memories of those who died too soon, those who were never given the chance to grow and to change themselves, to come home.
In the godswood he sees his father still. Ned Stark sitting, sharpening Ice.
He cannot walk through the castle without looking up and thinking of Bran climbing, happy, before he fell.
The kitchens make him think of little Rickon begging for sweets.
In the training yard he can almost hear Robb, his laughter and smile as he tried to best Jon. I was the better sword, he remembers sadly.
Singing makes him think of Sansa and he wonders where she might be now. She’d be a woman grown, the only one of his siblings who lived. If she still lives.
And Arya…. Arya is everywhere. He sees her in the stables, returning breathless after riding. He sees her in the Great Hall, remembering her pulling faces at him at dinner. His chambers are haunted by her, she sought him there so often and he misses her most of all.
He is the only one, the Stark in Winterfell but he isn’t a Stark and he can still see Lady Catelyn looking at him coldly, judging him for being the one to return and he felt she was not wholly wrong.
I didn’t want this.
He might have longed for Winterfell but not at the expense of them. I loved them. He loved them still. They were in his thoughts, in his dreams, in his prayers. He might not speak of them but they were never forgotten and when he knelt by the heart tree to pray, it felt like they were with him still.
“Jon,” he hears, a whisper in the leaves and he looks up but there is nobody there, even if the voice sounds like Bran. “You’re home.”
He blinks away tears because it isn’t true. It will never be home without them.