#And the fanfic I should really be writing

[lily-sofii]

Hii! I am in love with your Raf nsfw alphabet. I can't imagine him being any other way cause you were so accurate. If you want, could you write a Caleb version? Thank you very much anyway byeee

Caleb NSFW alphabet

I am madly in love with you anon for this ask, we should get married fr

Warnings(?): I'm not the most familiar with his personality yet so it might be ooc, Caleb being weird and obsessive, slight mentions of drugging without your knowledge (just like canon lmao), the fanfic is just 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶, step-brother Caleb

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Caleb would rather die than to not treat you like a princess after sex. I mean, what kind of step-brother doesn’t want to take care of his sister? He does everything and anything you ask of him. Do you need a shower Pip-squeak? You got it. Want a snack or a drink? Caleb is on his way already! Wanna just fall asleep and stay in bed? Caleb will wash you down and cover you with the softest blankets. Don't worry about him, you're the only important one right now.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Caleb's favorite body part of his is the one which you like the most. Do you like his hands? So does he! Do you like his abdomen? He does too!

(Although if you did force him to pick a part himself, he'd pick somewhere where you left a lasting mark on him. Like the bite wound on his hand from when you were both kids)

As for his favorite body part of yours?. He'd say everything, he doesn't need one favorite part when he can just love all of them. But truly? He's obsessed with your chest. Any time of the day he grabs your chest, his hands sneaking under your shirt and your bra. His brain is addicted to how soft your breasts are under his fingers, how your nipples harden under his touch.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Caleb will cum inside of you, no matter what. Everytime you two are in bed, he cums inside automatically, not even asking. The only way for you to get him to cum anywhere else is to push him off of you just as he's about to cum or to say that you'll forever hate him if he cums inside.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you were teenagers and both still lived under one roof, he'd always jerk off to the thought of you, his lovely step-sister. Now, of course his friends and he used to talk about pornography and porn stars all the time, but Caleb never understood it. He tried it, he really did! But nothing could compare to the thought of you being with him as he was jerking off. Did he feel disgusted? Absolutely, I mean, he's jerking off to his step-sister. But it felt the best.

A dirty secret from the present? He's obsessed with the idea of feeding you an aphrodisiac. I mean, he's given you pills before without your consent, why not try it more? Although it is worth noting that he hasn't done it yet, nor will he have the courage to do so in the next 6 months or more.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Caleb knows what he’s doing because he knows you. He has no experience outside of you, because as cheesy as it sounds, he was saving himself for you and you only.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Caleb is okay with any position as long as you like it, although he does prefer positions where he can see your face. He enjoys seeing the pleasure on your face, the pleasure he’s giving you. Plus he also enjoys kissing you non-stop, leaving you out of breath.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Caleb is as serious as he can be in the moment. Sure, if anything embarrassing happens he’ll laugh at it, but otherwise he’s rather serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I was gonna say that he only trims his hair, but in his design it is implied that he shaves, as seen here:

As for the hair itself? I’d say it’s slightly darker than the hair on his head and that it is thicker.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Caleb is romantic with you 24/7, and it does not change when he’s intimate with you. If anything, it ten folds.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He'd jerk off almost every day when he was a teen, always thinking only about you. But upon becoming a fleet officer he didn't have time to do much. The only time he'd get to jerk off is when he had a free day (few days a month), and once again, his head would only be thinking about you no matter how hard he tried to think of anyone else.

As for the present? He jerks off anytime he gets needy and you’re not there. No matter where he is. Is he in a meeting and you text him? Well, he’s already hard and making his way to the bathroom to rub one out.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Due to Caleb's profession, I think he'd have a thing for bondage, especially handcuffs, and he'd be into uniforms, along with marking, like bites and hickeys.

For handcuffs, he'd cuff you and never let you cuff him.

For the uniform, it wouldn't matter. Sure, he loves to wear the uniform and to act higher than you, but you wearing the uniform turns him on the same, if not more.

Also, I am convinced he'd try to make you levitate up to his face to eat you out with his Evol while jerking off.

And there’s a slight chance that he has Dacryphilia, but he won’t admit it.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

I honestly think he’d want to do it anywhere if he was needy enough and if it was private enough. Most often he takes you in his home since it’s private and you barely leave anyways, but there have been times (far too many times) where he bent you over the control panel of the fleet’s airplane, or on a random wall in a public space where no one could see you two.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

YOU. Anything and everything about you is what gets him going, innocent or not. Oh, are you wearing his shirt? It's because you love him so much you wanna look like him, right?

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I believe he’d try almost anything for you, as long as it gives you pleasure/turns you on. He just loves you so much that he’d do it even if it was odd to him,

Although a thing that he’d never do, is take you with anyone else. You’re his, just his. No one else can ever see you in the ways he does.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Caleb loves giving oral. Sure he enjoys it when you give him oral too, but he’s much happier giving you the pleasure.

As for his skill? Well, given the fact he has no experience before you, I’d say he’s definitely sloppy in the start. He does get better with time, noting how each of his movements make you louder or quieter.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

This mainly depends on Caleb’s mood. He’d rather enjoys slow and sensual sex, but if something happens when he’s at work, he’ll come home and fuck you until you are on the verge of passing out.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Caleb most certainly prefers to take you in the confines of his home, taking his time with everything, but that isn’t too common due to his always-packed schedule. Thanks to him being a fleet officer who barely gets any time off, there are many times that quickies between you happened, much to his dismay.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Caleb isn’t the biggest risk taker, but he does take them sometimes. I mean, whenever he asks you for a joined ride in his airplane you end up bent over the control panel with Caleb fucking you from behind, your face pressed against the glass of the front winndow.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Caleb feels like he has infinite stamina, being able to go all night long if not longer. Although, if you start feeling exhausted, too overstimulated or like you’re gonna pass out, he will stop for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

When he was a teen he tried to DIY a fleshliight/pocket pussy, but failed horribly due to being terribly untalented in the crafts. So he just continued jerking off with his hand and until now that had stayed the same. Sure, he had the idea of buying a fleshlight, but he’s grown accustomed to simply using his hand.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As much as Caleb loves to have soft and sensual sex with you, he also loves to tease you. And as much as he’d hate to admit, he finds it utterly hot when he makes you cry with his teasing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The first few times you were intimate, Caleb was rather quiet. Although after you asked him if he’s even receiving pleasure during intimacy, he let his voice go. Now most of the times when you have sex he whines and whimpers as he kisses you, moaning in your ear when the kisses break.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

I think the step-sibling aspect of your relationship turns him on beyond belief. The forbidden aspect of it fueling his love (obsession) for you even more

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Caleb is much bigger than average, and much thicker too. His cock has a curve to it with the tip being an angry red color.

And for the record, he knows more than well how to use it. Well, after the first few times at least.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before you? It was honestly low (not counting when he was a teen) and he’d actively have to get himself horny but now? He’s horny almost 24\7 when he’s with you, when he thinks about you, or when you text him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Caleb makes sure you're okay. He watches you as you fall asleep and if you can't? He's gonna get you a nice drink that assures you will sleep. After all, he doesn't want you to be tired tomorrow, does he?

It also is rather common for Caleb to not sleep much himself. He just loves watching you sleep. Sometimes he can spend the whole night just watching your chest rise as you breathe calmly. He'd love to watch you like this every night, but he is the fleet's commander after all, so there are bound to be distractions.

Idk @scarasdarling wanted to be tagged, there ya go bud

[veilswarden]

the ossuary arena

after seeing it unloaded in Ghil Dirthalen's video, the arena has been preying on my mind. finally, after spending far too long in photo mode, I managed to get it loaded. this will be a long post explaining where to find it in game and how to get it to load (or what worked for me at least) with pictures.

(as a note, this was found on pc using the better photo mode mod by aether)

The original entrance was in the Lower Inner Cells area through a now covered/filled archway flanked by two statues. Having found a few unused areas in Veilguard before, it seems to be the done thing to fill the gap with rubble and random archways smooshed together.

If you go through the wall here it will be unloaded.

You'll be able to see some details but it will mostly be wonky rocks and lava so I'd recommend continuing on through to the Blood Vault.

When in the blood vault, I went into the south east room before going into photo mode but it might work from elsewhere in there. Face your rook south-west if you're bad at remembering directions (like me), go into photo mode. Still with your camera facing south-west, move up to the top of the tower, then forward in that south-westerly direction and you should come across something that looks like this:

Congrats! this is the arena! go forth and explore to your heart's content!

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For those who reach this, I took pictures of the area as best I could as if the original entrance in the lower cells was open. So, going through that original gold archway, flanked by two statues, you'd be greeted with this:

Continuing down these stairs and around the corner at the bottom, this is what you would find:

Down on the left side, just out of frame in the picture above, there is a small archway in the wall that leads to another room with tables/alters of some kind, blood splatters and rubble on the floor, and bookshelves across the back wall:

Going back into the main area, we'll go up that staircase on the right, follow it up and down the ramp on the other side into the actual arena:

This is it! I'll include some random images at the bottom of this post of different angles and other bots and bobs but yeah, here's that unreachable arena in the Ossuray.

If I had to guess, I'd say this was meant to be a dragon fight, especially given this concept art by Albert Urmanov. Even though we didn't get the actual fight, I'm glad we have this at least.

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Now for other angles and random shit:

(from the opposite side and from the top looking down)

(the god statues around the arena, i only know ghilan'nain and elgar'nan off the top of my head (they're the first two), sorry)

(some closeups of the statues around the area, i'm pretty sure the last one is from inquisition as well)

(finally, the loneliest health jar. it only appears when you go there in its unloaded state. i feel sad knowing there is a jar out there that i'll never be able to smash)

[postcardsfromheapside]

I fully admit I have only the barest knowledge of what goes into game dev, but here is what I have gleaned from watching videos from the people who worked behind the scenes in BG3, and why I think some of you are being ridiculous about wanting more, dev hell or not:

Every time dialogue is scripted, it has to be voiced and animated. Voice work can have multiple takes, and if it's being mocap'd that takes extra time and effort. Any time there's choices in the dialogue tree, they all have to reasonably link up to nodes further down in a way that makes sense, so dialogue flows in a passable manner, and the story continues with a reasonable degree of logic.

Regardless of dev hell, adding extra conflict or extra arguments or whatever it is you are asking for can make zero sense. Why are you adding extra work on the off chance someone might want to role play a Rook who wants to really push certain issues, when those arguments might not serve the overall story? At that point, you're adding bloat, and spending extra time and money that could have been better spent elsewhere, HAD THERE NOT BEEN DEV HELL.

To receive the comment “well, what about telling Neve she's privileged” (bruh she knows) “or playing an anti-magic Rook” (lolwut) or “being able to argue the morality of necromancy with Emmrich” (you can already express discomfort with it, as several of the companions do, often vehemently**) is to express that you think the devs should have spent more time writing specifically for your particular fantasies. Which cost money.

Go buy a game studio. Pay devs. Or write your own games. Or write fanfic. I'm begging.

** Emmrich does not give a fuck what you think about necromancy after a certain point. You hired him to do a job. His job is Fade. He makes sure people understand his and their boundaries, and that's it. He's a grown ass man who knows what he's doing, and you wanting to convince him he's wrong makes you sound like an 18 year old who just discovered atheism and you want to argue with every religious or spiritual-identifying person on sight.

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey guys idk what’s possessed me to write so much but here we are and I’m not mad about it (I am super tired tho so excuse any mistakes). Anyways sorry everyone’s kinda a villian in this part but hey I love drama. Hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You

“When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her” -Work Song, Hozier

You woke up in what looked like a hospital room. Only it wasn’t a hospital room, you were in a room off the batcave. Your thigh had been stitched up, no doubt Alfred’s handy work. You heard voices outside and quickly closed your eyes, pretending like you were still asleep.

“I’m so worried about her,” Rachel says.

“I know, I don’t know what we can do,” Gar says.

“We have to tell her, she needs to know,” Rachel says.

“I know but Dick wants to figure out if that’s really even him,” Gar says.

“You saw the guy,” Rachel says.

“I know but she doesn’t need to get her heartbroken all over again,” Gar says.

“If we don’t tell her and that really is Jason she’ll never forgive us,” Rachel says.

“She’ll come around,” Gar says. “And she’ll thank us for waiting to tell her if it’s not him,” he adds. You hear the door close and a sigh. Gar left so now it’s just you and Rachel.

“What about Jason?” you say opening your eyes.

“Shit,” she says as she walks to your side. “How much of that did you hear?” She asks.

“All of it, what’s going on Rachel?” You ask.

“Dick told us not to tell you, not till we know for sure,” she says.

“What the hell happened,” you say as you rip your iv out of your arm.

“Y/N!” Rachel says. You jump out of bed dispite the pain that shoots through your leg. “You need to lie back down,” she urges.

“I need to find out what new secret Dick is keeping from me,” you say as you open the door. What you see is odd, Alfred, Kori, and Gar are all standing in the batcave outside the medical room in silence. Dick and Bruce are nowhere to be found. “What’s going on?” You demand. All that you’re meant with are sorrowful blank stares.

“Y/N,” Alfred says calmly. “Your still injured you should-“

“No!” You interrupt him. “Don’t tell me I need to lie down I need to know what about Jason you’re not telling me!” Everyone goes quiet again. You try to walk towards the elevator when everyone moves in your way. “Seriously!” You say angrily. You try to push past them when Kori grabs you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Y/N,” she says calmly.

“What’s going on!” You yell. “Where the fuck is Dick!” She puts you down and nobody moves out of the way to the elevator. “What’s going on and what’s it got to do with Jason!” You yell “what’s it go to do with Jason,” you yell again this time as tears escape your eyes.

“Come on dear,” Alfred says as he brings you back to the medical room. You figured Alfred stepped up cause he was sure you wouldn’t try to fight him.

Once you’re back in the medical room as Alfred puts your iv back in you ask again, “where is Dick.”

“He’s just sorting some things out outside, he’ll explain everything soon,” he says.

“What’s it got to do with Jason,” you ask again. Alfred walks over to the door and leaves closing it behind him quickly. You try the handle but it’s locked. “Alfred! What’s it got to do with Jason!”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Alfred says through the door. “But it’s for your own good.”

Like hell it is you thought as you ripped the iv out once more. Dick is outside, you need to get outside and see what the hell is going on and what it has to do with Jason. You stand on the bed and undo the screws to the vent as quietly as possible. Still in your dirty bloody clothes you climb into the vent trying to not undo the stitches on your thigh. You try your best to navigate your way through the vents and eventually you see the wooden floor of upstairs. You drop down into the kitchen and a shooting pain travels through your leg. You hurry outside and see two figures by Jason’s grave, digging. You run but your leg slows you down. The closer you get the more you can make out that it’s Bruce and Dick. They’re digging up Jason’s coffin.

“Shit,” Dick says as he sees you approaching them.

“Say what you want, that girl is resourceful,” Bruce jokes knowing you escaped a locked room in the batcave under Alfred and the titans watch.

“What the fucks going on,” you say, practically in tears. They’ve almost unburied it, almost unburied him.

“Y/N you need to go back inside,” Dick starts to say.

“What are you doing,” you cry as you look in horror at the coffin no longer covered in dirt.

“Come on I’ll take you inside,” Dick says softly as he drops his shovel. Bruce is quiet, he just keeps glancing at the pool house in the backyard.

Dick tries to grab your arm but you slip away. Bruce once again glances at the pool house. “Why are you digging him up!” You shout as tears stream down your face. “You said Jason’s name earlier! When you came to get me…you said his name when you looked at Red Hood, why? Why Dick!”

“Just come inside I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Dick says. You remember the countless promises Dick has broken. Everyone including Rachel is hiding something for Dick. The one person you truly trusted’s grave was being defiled. You notice Bruce glance at the pool house again and you start running towards it. Your leg is killing you but adrenaline allows you to fly to the backyard. Both Dick and Bruce chase after you which only encourages you to get the pool house faster and find whatever they’re hiding. “Y/N!” Dick shouts. You keep running. You get to the pool house and rip the door open knowing Dick is only a couple seconds behind you.

You can’t believe your eyes. Lying on the ground handcuffed to a curtain rod in the Red Hood suit minus the mask is Jason. Your Jason.

“Jason,” you say almost quietly as you run to him. You’ve never been so confused in your life. You kissed his corpse then saw him get buried. You’d held his bloody corpse in your arms. Now here he was before you, eyes slowly opening, chest moving up and down as he breathed. “Jason,” you say again confused. You kneel beside his body and lightly brush the hair out of his face. You notice he’s got the white streak of hair but the “J” that was craved onto his face has healed. For a split second he leans into your touch on his face then he pulls his head away almost violently. He pulls at his hand that’s cuffed to the curtain rod trying to break free. “It’s okay…” you say as you put your hand on his. He stops pulling and looks in your eyes. His green eyes look back at you; the same eyes you’ve looked in so many times before.

“Y/N,” he says. You smile for a moment then Dick runs inside.

“Shit,” he says. Bruce comes running in after him. Jason begins violently tugging on the cuffs again. You sit in front of him on the floor, protecting him, against what, you weren’t sure yet. When you put your hands out to block Jason he stops tugging on the cuffs you notice. It’s a minute before anyone speaks. You’re filled with confusion and sadness but mostly rage.

“What the fuck is going on,” you say angrily. Dick just looks at you then looks at Jason, and back at you and back at Jason. His eyes say that he doesn’t know what to do.

“The Lazarus pit,” Bruce finally says. Dick turns to look at him. “It’s no use hiding it now,” he says to Dick.

“Hiding it?” You ask. “You two used the pit on Jason? And didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t us,” Dick says quickly.

“Then who the fuck was it!” You demand.

“Talia,” Jason groans. You quickly turn to look at him. “Ra’s and Talia,” he says. Jason’s unhand-cuffed hand slowly slides over to find yours. He softly strokes your hand.

Dick noticed this and steps forward, “Y/N he could be dangerous,” he says.

“Dangerous?” You say in outrage. “Look at him Dick,” you say with tear filled eyes.

“We don’t know that’s really Jason, it’s why we’re digging the coffin up,” Dick says.

“You can see him clear as day. Bruce is this not the kid you took in? Not your brother Dick?” You say.

“The Lazarus pit can make people go mad plus there’s been cases of people making human faces and wearing them before. Gothams a crazy place we have to be sure,” Bruce says.

“So run a fucking DNA test,” you say.

“We’re doing that too,” Dick interjects.

“Yeah so you run a DNA test and check the coffin, you don’t cuff him to a wall unconscious and lie to me! You fucking lied to me Dick! Again!” You yell. Jason moves his hands again to your wrist, like he’s reaching for you.

“Y/N seriously he could hurt you,” Dick says.

“Hurt me,” you say. “Really Dick he can barely move. Give me the key.”

“What?” Bruce says.

“The key…to the handcuffs give it to me,” you say.

“Absolutely not,” Dick says.

“You wanna lock him somewhere lock him in a fucking medical room you asshole. He’s back from the dead and you hit him, he needs medical attention. Seriously Bruce I’ve seen you treat criminals better,” you say.

“He’s killed people Y/N, you do know that don’t you,” Bruce says.

“Yes and although I’m just overcome by grief over dealers selling to children I’m a little more concerned about Jason,” you say. Dick and Bruce exchange looks.

“Fine but back up incase he tries anything,” Dick says as he grabs the key from his pocket. You get up and as Jason’s half limp hand falls from yours your heart breaks a little bit. Dick kneels down and undoes the cuff from the curtain rod. Swiftly he puts both Jason’s hands in the cuffs behind his back. You see Jason struggling to stand and try to help him as best you can.

“One rule…” Bruce says. “I have one rule I ask to not be broken.”

“Unless you want me to be the next to break the rule I suggest you get out of the way,” you snap. Bruce steps aside. Although Jason’s out of it and not in the best situation, at least he’s gotten back to you.

Hey hopefully you don’t hate me too much after the villainy that was going on in this part lol. I was inspired by the line it’s something like “you never hit joker that hard” or something like that yeah but in my opinion and from the lore I know Bruce did NOT treat Jason good after he was resurrected so I guess this is my take on that. Also it’s fanfic so if it’s not perfect it’s okay���💀 Anyways I’m gonna post some more parts of this fic and then post the backstory for this fic. Remember to check out my Masterlist for the other parts and if your interested in any of these characters x readers, Anakin Skywalker, Dick Grayson, Peter Hayes, Christian Ozera, there’s fics for them x reader as well. If you liked this part remember to like, reblog, comment, and/or follow. Any positive feedback is much appreciated it helps me stay motivated to write and post parts. Hope you enjoyed reading have a great night:)🩷

Masterlist

[agent-calivide]

I'm tired. Call this a rant or a vent post, but I'm so tired.

I'm not going to call anyone in specific out, but please for the love of god if you hate a character, STOP putting hate in their character tag. More specifically, if you hate people for how they choose to like a character, please, block and move on.

Yes there is a disproportionate amount of fan content for John Juniper, no it's not just basic white boy syndrome, he was the only one with a character model that showed up for more than five seconds and had an actual appearance for literally years. Positive association is a thing. Yes, you can hate him, that's normal and to be expected, dare I say most John Juniper fans do. No, most of the fandom doesn't actually think he's coming back, it's a running joke/issue based on how Schell handled their own lore that was founded before IEYTD 3 when Schell was acting coy about his status only to rip the rug out from under us with an obituary out of nowhere. No, you don't have to like the fanfics or fanart of Phoenix or Handler with Juniper romantically, but if you don't like it please block, scroll, or- I don't know- take a screenshot and talk shit with your buddies in private or something. Complaining about how a small section of the fandom posts frequently rather than putting in the energy to post more of what you like wastes your time and hurts people who are, god forbid, having fun.

And, frankly, it's not even about Juniper at this point. It's so disheartening to CONSTANTLY see "hot take, I actually HATE the way you engage with this fandom. You should make more things that are closer to MY interests." You know how much it sucks to see people say you're liking your media the wrong way when you aren't doing anything harmful?

First, it was that I wasn't making Phoenix "right" because I made them more effeminate and had them use she/her pronouns in my personal fanfics and fanart. Then, it was that Juniper was so gay he'd NEVER like a woman, and that women were just innately revolting, so shipping him and my Phoenix was gross and wrong. Then, it was why are fem!phoenix's so popular, they're nonbinary, stop assigning them a gender when there were like five fem!phoenixes total. Then, FINALLY, people chilled out and were tolerant of the fem!phoenix and mellowed out a little, but now it's I don't like the way you write/present John Juniper. If I had a shot every time I saw "hot take, I HATE Juniper, I don't get why the fandom likes him." I'd be dead. It's not really a hot take, it's the one I see all the time, but rather than investing that energy into making something new this fandom would rather just take pot shots at the consistent creatives rather than make something themselves.

I feel like a lightning rod of hate, but I don't remember asking for it. And I know a good handful of other IEYTD creators feel similar. If you hate Juniper so much, block his tag. Block the creators. Something.

But it's not fair to the people who are passionate about this game to be used as the resident dunk-tank because you don't like their favorite character, or you don't like their writing, or whatever argument of the week you have. We're here to have fun at the end of the day, and I don't see how an ooc self indulgent fic is harmful enough to warrant the way some of the people in this fandom are treated.

[the-dragon-hearted]

Yeaahhhh not me procrastinating rn

Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄

[kawareo]

Frog...

Illustration for the previous chapter of Godsbound!

[szynkaaa]

Mandatory relationship graph to get to know my ship(s) better. And yes, two graphs because I see DO and SWK as two different person and the dynamics would differ too.

Some thoughts

I have SWK listed up taller than DO - in my AU, the DO starts out being 160cm tall and then grows with each artifact he collects. It's also why in some of my art you can see DO being taller than Oz, or the same height as her.

By the time the journey comes to an end, Oz's hair has grown longer. She's still undecided about cutting it or not.

I don't think the DO has a high horny level, I think he is faaaar too focused on completing his quest of obtaining all the artifacts. But he does get flustered very easily when Oz sometimes grabs his hand or clings on to him cause something scared her, or when she compliments him.

DO does very easily get jealous though, he is a wee bit possessive. He does't like seeing other people or yaoguai get close to her, it makes him want to just wrap his arms around her and not let her go while glaring thousand daggers at the other person. He was not happy when Oz jokingly asked if the Yin Tiger is married and if not he would marry her.

DO and Oz switches between big and small spoon, although I think the taller DO grows the more he prefers to be the big spoon. SWK is the big spoon no questions asked ("You're such a koala sheesh." "I do not know what this koala you speak of is.")

With DO, Oz had lot's of different names to call him, mostly just to get his attention. "oi, you. Monkie. Kiwi. Peach. Luffy (kudos if you get the reference)".

With Su Wukong, it's mostly him that has the endearing nicknames for her, stuff like 樱花 (Yīnghuā, cherryblossom bc of her hair color), 心肝宝贝(heart and liver treasure), darling, princess, my queen.

I don't see Oz having a lot of nicknames for SWK though, she'll most likely refer to him with Wukong. If she is calling him The Great Sage, Your Highness, Your Majesty, she is being sarcastic.

There is no confession between DO and Oz, I think both are being far too busy trying to survive, with one trying to get all the artifacts and the other trying to go home. But there is no doubt that they care for each other and have become good friends.

SWK confesses first. My HC is that after the whole journey to the west + buddhahood + leaving buddhahood + gamble and plan his death + the experience and memories he gaines as DO traveling with Oz made him a lot more mature and appreciate the things he has in his long (immortal) life. And that includes Oz. Of course he still maintains a mischievious streak. He knows what he wants and he wants to be with her. He also knows that she has other shit to deal with, like the Celestial Court trying to put a leash on her now (because family history) and that she is still looking for a way back home, so he tell her how he feels, but that he understands she has other priorities at the moment, aaaand that he will continue to support her and be her friend, but also that he will wait for her because what is another 500 years of waiting ("yeah i don't think I'm gonna live that long.")

also also, SWK is definitely the hornier one. But he doesn't get jealous or possesive like DO does. He is very secure in himself and he trusts his partner. Ofc if someone is being pushy and makes Oz uncomfortable he will step in ASAP

I've also marked DO as having no relationship experience because I don't see him as having any, i feel like all his life he was preparing for this quest. But since he gets SWK memories after he finishes the quest, I do think that makes him having some experience? Especially since the game mentiones SWK and White Bone Demon were a thing, and he was im trever able to let her go and it was one of the reasons he left buddhahood. Idk about you but I do think that indicates a deep bond they had.

aaaaand that's it. Here is the empty template for those who also want to do it:

[myokk]

fast sketch of my one-shot with Ominis💓

legilimency

Word count: 1.700

Rating: M (language)

Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.

They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns’ droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).

Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn’t see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which…can’t be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.

Especially now.

Ominis fervently wishes that he could fall asleep.

Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they’re consuming him and he can’t ignore them as much as he would like to.

Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone’s minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.

But right now, with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it’s like she’s screaming at him.

So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.

(His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

He is stuck listening to her.

It doesn’t help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.

Until her.

He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and…

Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn’t stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or… - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn’t what he’d expected.

A pause: then: a confused voice: ‘Ominis, I didn’t say anything.’

His Gryffindor wasn’t stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.

(His Gryffindor?)

She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still…

But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn’t stand it.

Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can’t ignore her.

She’s pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns’ voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she’s actually writing, because he’s positive it isn’t notes.

Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about…whatever it is he’s passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does…

Ominis is determined not to react. She’s obviously trying to bait him. But…what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that’s resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he’s been quite successful.

She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.

She changes tactics.

Maybe she’s just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.

I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -

He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she’s so busy taking notes (who’s he kidding) that she won’t notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -

…the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I’ve been mooning over but I don’t want them to…

His hand is in such a tight fist it’s a wonder he’s not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?

…his tongue was deep inside me as I screamed his name…

He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He’s sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that…she…his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She’s now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.

…his cock deep inside of me as…wait…what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?…um… She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis’s as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It’s all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god…I…what’s that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I’m officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?…his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can’t stand this anymore and…

Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He’s hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.

…does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I…

He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -

It’s no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and…What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -

Did he hear me? I didn’t actually think…oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?

Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.

He has never touched someone like this before.

Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he’s not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It’s impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it’s just the two of them in that moment.

He leans forward.

“Ominis, I…” she whispers, stricken.

His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, “I heard everything.”

[trappedinafantasy37]

Can you believe that I have spent this entire year completely obsessed over one fictional character? Minthara Baenre, what a woman you are!

[thegaydepressedone]

this line is making me really want to write a fic where an earlier version of Jon (maybe S2) finds and listens to Gertrude’s tape that explains everything. i just think it would be really funny to put him through that

[babychosen]

save a horse (ride a cowboy)

8pm, Friday. Red dress. Booth near the end of the bar, by the dart board.

She forgot how demanding the text felt, but it had only encouraged her to want to show up even more.

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[marigoldwriter]

WHERE ARE THE FANFICS!?!?!?!?!?!? FOR ALL THAT IS MOST SACRED, WHERE ARE THE FANFICS?!?!?!?!?!?! It could even be an alternative universe, but please make fanfics!

[unrelatedghosts]

These shits own my brain, one of them more than the other.

Looking at you Augustine. Get out of my head. /j

[lixel-5]

i love dissecting the stanley parable narrator

at first, you think he’s a sadistic bitch

then you realize he really just wants to show stanley and the player his story

then, you realize maybe he didn’t make this entire game.

and. oh god. he doesn’t know anything about this game. he’s almost completely clueless, he’s literally just reading off a script. he can’t remember anything that’s not currently happening.

he’s a narrator and nothing else, he’s not meant to remember or comprehend. he’s just meant to read a script.

at first he’s dominating and powerful, but it’s all a mask. he’s at the mercy of Stanley. of the player. of us.

and, isn’t that what every fictional character is? a play toy for us?

but he knows. he’s well aware of his existence as a fiction. he hates it. oh how he despises it.