Hello hello, I am mellamomuyloco on AO3, and I thank you in advance for anything you create for me! (Treats are welcome!)

General likes: Empathic bonds, The Power of Friendship/Love, hurt/comfort (physical/post-battle patchups and emotional/trauma-based both welcome), angst with a happy ending, humor, introspection, vulnerability from the strong/bravado type, crying, queer/trans headcanons*, metaphors, first or second person POV (third is also fine of course, but these two are less common and I want it known that I also like them), leaning on the fourth wall, accidental confessions, confessions where they're emotionally backed against the wall and admitting their feelings is the only way out, A pined/B fell suddenly, mutual pining (are they friends and don't want to risk that? worried about long distance or other loyalties? under the impression the other is an incompatible orientation? just plain afraid to be vulnerable?)

*I've been advised to be more specific here, so: don't be afraid to tackle dysphoria if that's what comes to mind! I find it cathartic rather than triggering. Gender euphoria is even better. If I have specific trans headcanons I will mention them in the relevant fandom sections, but otherwise go wild! Trans 100% includes non-binary here. (Normally I would say go nuts with level of physical transition, but I think most of the canon guys I've listed have been shown with their shirts off, so if you're writing them transmasc, assume top surgery.) For NSFW, penetration is fine. Do not feel you need to go out of your way for any of this; just know it's an option I'm cool with

NSFW likes: Clothed sex, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, toys, voice kink, praise kink, sparring as foreplay, sensation play, focus on hands

Art likes: Bold vibrant color, expressive faces and bodies, symbolism!!, physical affection of all stripes, characters looking beat up

DNW: Permanent death of requested characters, infidelity (if requested ships contradict canon, assume the canon ship either broke up or is poly/open), rape between requested ships (rape in a character's backstory is fine), abusive relationships, requested ships permanently breaking up, feminizing/emasculation kink, scat, diapers, vore, inflation, bleak endings (bittersweet is fine), degradation kink, daddy kink, ageplay, breeding kink
 

Fandoms:

G Gundam

• Chibodee Crocket/Domon Kasshu
• Shirley Laine & Bunny Higgins & Cath Ronary & Janet Smith
• Argo Gulskii/Nastasha Zabigov

Oh, G Gundam, my love. I did a promo for this series here!

Episodes 2, 7, 18, 31, and 35 are highlights for Chibodee and the gals (Shirley, Bunny, Cath and Janet are Chibodee's support crew), with 2 and 18 and especially 35 being the go-tos for the Chibodee/Domon dynamic. I also have ship questionnaires I filled out for them! And a playlist! And a manifesto! And my ship tag on Tumblr, including my art! You are super not required to read any of that, but if you're curious and looking for ideas, it's there. (I also really like the headcanon of Chibodee being a trans guy, and Shirley a trans woman.)

The episodes for Argo/Nastasha would be 5, 8, 19, 38, and 46 and I have meta on them here (tl;dr I think she got him pardoned). Also I once read a post that referred to a male sub as a "queensguard" and compared him to a rottweiler on a leash, and that's kind of how I see their dynamic.

I also think there's room for my love of empathic bonds in this setting, between the mostly-unexplained magic that binds the Shuffle Alliance together and the canon concept of “communicating with your fists”, especially exploring what adding a romantic/sexual dimension to those would do.

House MD

• Lawrence Kutner/Chris Taub

My college self insisted on this nostalgia trip. They just had such an interesting odd-couple dynamic (with Taub as sort of a Defrosting Ice Queen, even) and I often wonder what could have been had Kutner not been written off in such a shocking way. Kutner being around and being a friend when Taub's marriage finally imploded could've lead to some good "stay with me as long as you need" shenanigans.


Yu-Gi-Oh DM

• Isis Ishtar and Malik Ishtar and Rishid Ishtar
• Hiroto Honda/Jonouchi Katsuya

Ah, old reliable HonJou. I feel like they're that couple where everyone else sees their feelings before they do. Shockingly natural friends to lovers progression with an extra side of idiot.

As for the Ishtars, I just want more family. They've got so much backstory to delve into, but I'd also just love to see how they're doing post-canon, how they adapt and pick up the pieces. Or just give them some cool new outfits and adventures.


Teen Titans (animated series)

• Starfire/Red Star
• Cyborg and Raven

Starfire and Red Star were so bittersweet and lovely and I've shipped them since I was 16. They have such great sappy potential, with Starfire the fount of kindness that Red Star has never known, and them fiercely protecting each other.

Cyborg and Raven always had such a lovely understated dynamic that I wish we'd seen more of - but I suppose that's what fanfic is for! He's not always serious with her, but he knows when it's called for, and just... He's such a big brother.

I would preface this by saying that my untreated anxiety tends to be triggered by small, often innocuous things, and cranks my self-loathing streak up to eleven - and this is not an excuse, mind you, only a warning - but then I'd be flying in the face of the point I'll try to make in this mess of an entry, now won't I? Or you wouldn't know yet, you haven't read it, but take my word for it.

The common sense thing to do when you screw up and/or wrong someone is to apologize, and to not blame it on anything/one else. Does this second part mean don't ever mention any sort of thing that might contribute to it, ever? Is it the wrongest of wrongs to treat oneself like a criminal, offering contributing factors that might help explain yet don't even attempt to vindicate?

Luckily, I take that part incredibly seriously - to the point where I don't like people even knowing there is an underlying issue, ever. I just let them think I'm a total fucking flake, because that's better than admitting my weakness. All that gets anyone is just accusations of shifting the blame, not taking responsibility for your own actions, fishing for pity.

As for the first part of the rule, well, when you're as pathologically avoidant and jackassed as I am, you learn that apologies don't fucking work. They don't do anything, in fact.

Case in point: I was commissioned for four pictures in January, yet I have nothing at this point to show for it. I promised a writing piece to someone in February, and I only have a few (terrible) paragraphs to show for that. I have been approached several times for both of these projects, inquiring about my progress, and I keep assuring them that it's coming, I'll send it, no problem. Yet nothing I come up with for these or the gazillion other projects I owe is worth even looking at myself, let alone showing or presenting to others! Somewhere in my mind, it's ingrained that it's better to turn in nothing than to turn in absolute shit - incidentally, part of what got me flunked out of college.

But I continue to feed them these bullshit reassurances, and continue not to deliver. What else am I supposed to say? If I tell them everything I'm churning out is shit, they'll insist I'm just being a typical artist, too hard on myself, and that they want to see it. Though that may well be true, that doesn't mean it's going to get past my impossibly perfectionistic standards. And I can't exactly say, welp, gotta back out, bye. Not even with all the possible ways to say 'I'm sorry" in all the world. Why does it matter what I say or don't say at all, when the end result is the same? They're just words. Who's to say I'm not lying or fishing for pity? I've certainly done it before, haven't I?

So I plug away and keep lying and keep avoiding and hope against hope that maybe, just maybe, I'll get it done today, and it will be halfway decent enough to show.

Actually, it's a good thing I don't say anything. It's better to keep quiet and be seen as just a flake, than to lay it all out and be revealed as a cold-blooded liar, a procrastinator, a master manipulator, and basically unstable and fucked in the head.

This isn't even the first time I've done this to someone on the internet - I put off entries for a community exchange, and serially lied to the maintainer that it would be soon. Soon was running late, of course, and I got notes that the entries were due, a week past due, a month past due, and I gave up the lying - I avoided her altogether. The notifications piled up. They were nice as could be, and offered extensions, amnesty, anything if I just told her. But of course I didn't know that, because I was avoiding the hell out of her, thinking maybe this would all go away and she wouldn't rip me a new asshole. This got me banned from all activities in that community for six months. (For what it's worth, I did finish those entries.)

Hilariously enough, I know what's wrong. I can pinpoint my actions and the issues under them more often than not. So why don't I fix them, then? That's the point of mistakes, right, to learn and fix things about yourself? Well, that's all fine and dandy, but I don't know how to. Painting class was the bane of my existence for a few weeks for this reason - the students and the teacher took glee in pointing out the flaws in my work. Well, yes, I see that too, I'm not blind, and it's been bugging the hell out of me, how do I fix it? And then they disappear, assuming I'll just figure it out on my own. I'm gifted, why shouldn't I figure everything out on my own, right?

It's the same with my neuroses, or whatever the hell they are. My take-a-zero-over-turning-in-crap brand of perfectionism, my check-the-assignment-a-million-times-and-still-be-convinced-I'll-write-the-totally-wrong-paper paranoia, my pathological lying to avoid confrontations, my outright phobia of asking for help lest I be seen as stupid and weak and useless. See, I can pick these things out. I'm not blind. But how do I fix it? Not on my own, that's for damn sure. Not with help from teachers, who have assumed I know it all or otherwise that I'm failing on purpose to make their lives hell. Not with help from my parents, who have three other kids and their own mental instabilities to contend with. Not with help from my friends, who need me to be the strong one for them and couldn't possibly handle reciprocation - but I'll get to that in a moment. And, strangely, not with help from my therapists, who make me pay them to listen to me ramble and let me come to conclusions about myself on my own, but don't offer even hints about how to change these things, yet inform me that I need to work on this (on my own, of course, somehow) and that they'll be keeping tabs and basically looming over me and adding to the pressure on me, which quite frankly I don't need, since I put enough pressure on myself to crack at regular intervals - haha, like right now.

In any case, just bringing up any shortcomings, as a warning or explanation or vindication (because aren't they all the same?) is a stupid idea, because someone always has it worse than you, and they don't ever bring it up. I've had my entire life to learn that one. I have always been a magnet, somehow, for the most troubled kids. I've had friends who have been raped (and one who got pregnant from it), who have been in life-threatening accidents, who have lived with debilitating chronic health issues, who have seen loved ones beaten and stabbed and killed. Not only have I had to bear their burdens, but of course I could never lighten my own. They have more than enough to worry about. None of these things has ever happened to me. Nothing traumatizing at all has happened to me, in perspective. I need to be strong for them, because who else is going to be? And I need to keep my head down and my mouth shut, because they have real problems, and I don't.

That's right. All my problems are in my head. I've never actually had terrible things happen to me. I have no right to act out, or react at all, because there is nothing to react to. How dare I be weak - I have a shiny happy life! I've never faced trials! These people have seen likely more than I ever will, and they're able to get through fine. What right do I have to break down over absolutely fucking nothing?

...I guess that's what this entire entry, this outpouring serving as another example of my oft-joked-about shut-the-hell-up-itis, really boils down to, isn't it? I'm triggered by well-meaning advice not even meant for anyone specific (as far as I know, though of course it could be about me), and it comes back to the fact that I've internalized the attitude that I have no right to be upset about anything because my issues are purely mental and my life has been comparatively trauma-free.

Great. Yet another problem I can see but can't fix.

On the bright side, this time I didn't have to pay someone $30 an hour to listen to me talk myself to that conclusion.

Actually, that is a terrible title, and such a strange first entry, but I can't come up with anything else. Titles are not generally my thing. (Just can't find the words. And to think I called myself a writing major!)

Anyway, I've been kind of mulling around a lot of these words and phrases in my head, since once I get something in my head, I like to rehearse it mentally, as if I'm going to confess, or write out my thoughts... but I never do. And this subject applies more than most, since I am terribly, horribly in the closet IRL. Closeting what, you may ask... and the answer is so muddled that, well, I have to write this entry to make sense of it.

I've basically never had any point in my life when I thought being queer was wrong. I remember realizing when others thought it was wrong, but I have never taken offense to the idea at all. I think Sailor Moon had something to do with this. In fact, in the sixth grade, I wasn't just going through a tomboy phase, I was going through a Haruka phase. I learned the hard way what my family thought of the whole queer business, but that's still rather raw and I'm not ready to blog about that just yet (if only because of my unmedicated paranoia that my journal will be tracked and I'll be made obvious).

But what am I? I've found both boys and girls attractive for, well, as long as I've ever been attracted to people at all. So the I'm bi, right? Not quite. I've also used pan quite a bit, on account of not being put off by non-binary gender identities... but the definition given for bi versus pan does put me off, as if bisexuals don't look at personality or something. Then I thought, you know what, I'm totally fine not having sex at all (with others, anyway), so maybe I'm ace, but bi/panromantic! But then I thought that I don't really care to seek out a relationship either, but I know I'm not aromantic altogether...

So I mentally sorted all this out while waiting for the bus the other night, and I think I've got it straight. (Pun absolutely not intended.)

I like male bodies. I like female bodies. I like whoever comes in them, wherever they may be on the gender spectrum. My fantasy grown-up life sometimes involves marriage, sometimes menage-a-trois, and sometimes just me being a totally-single awesome foster mom. I have never been in a relationship, and never had sex with another person, and I'm okay with that - in fact, I'm okay if that never changes - but I'm also okay if it does.

So what does that make me?

Right now I think I like the term bi-celibate (or pan-celibate, I'm still not sure). And if I ever got to know anyone well enough to come out to that was familiar with my guilty pleasure Archie comics, then, well, I think Jughead is a pretty accurate descriptor. I'm capable of romance, but I don't care to date. The end.

I think.