#But I will break them both

[myriadparacosm]

SMALL DROP OF Ambrosia (Chap.6 of Black Beats Black - Hanahaki)

Just a little glimpse of a short scene (:

“Sometimes I wish he had killed me.”

Sirius blinked, shifting ever so slightly even when their noses are already close to smooch. Remus wanted to gently bite it, pinch it or pet it up to the bridge before kissing, but he stayed put. He loved the proximity and he kept his eyes on his canopy. Sharing a bed was starting to be tricky as they grew up but it brought the chance to stay close, in an almost embrace, where their skins meet and their breaths play together in the quiet night.

“I don’t,” he simply replied.

They always had muffliato spells when they joined one or the other in a bed, simply to talk or bask in their presence. Sirius had always been fond of touch but he only acted on it after the winter break of their first year; it started with James then he grew confident to try his luck around Remus and Peter. They never did much outside from just laying beside each other, sometimes they hug when one can’t calm down and they might have fallen asleep once or twice like that. Remus hoped it would be one of these moments again but he kept his body still.

He roughly cleared his throat, blinking in the dark and breathing in the slight smell of ink and fresh honey that followed Sirius. His arm itched and thrumed menacingly, especially where the scar of the bite had sunken under new ones.

“I wouldn’t be a monster.”

“You would be dead,” Sirius pointed out and swallowed, echoing unconsciously into Remus because their whole bodies are weld and warm. “You are not a monster Moony. This bastard is. But you’re better.”

“You don’t understand,” he argued.

The first time Remus had shifted, he woke up in a pool of blood without real conscience of what is real. He figured that he died and a large part had wished so behind his nebulous eyes. The one side that might have hoped to live had been torned off from his body, leaving a false arm in its stead - mangled and gnarled into a gross piece of flesh.

Greyback’s bite disappeared under it but it still slithered to grab Remus by his throat. His whole arm is a mess of scars despite the intense healing his father tried, giving him back his arms but not his will. This spot where the bite was is always the focus of Moony on very bad nights before attacking somewhere else.

“Then, I would die too.”

“What?”

His eyes turned blurry at his hasty glance, finally taking in the sight of Sirius tucked right against him. Dangerously close on his single pillow and gripping all his thoughts with a grin. Two little moons stared at Remus, glimmering and so silver it’s uneasy but he would drink it in. There was no cold living under thick black lashes. He had always hated the moon after getting bitten except for these two small ones that smile, laugh and whine like pure magic.

“I wouldn’t want to live if you didn’t. I won't be happy.”

His words were clear. So simple that Remus got his breath shaken and trembling for a minute. Sirius’ lips fell shut in a crooked manner, almost shy and yet bold, calling him to challenge - just I dare you.

“You would,” Remus replied, ignoring his laboring heart and the gasps under his skin where the beast crawls. “Not much would change if I wasn't here. You wouldn’t even know that I’m not here.”

“I would,” he argued without any argument.

“You would have never heard of me-”

“I would still miss you,” Sirius cut and this time their nose kissed. “Moony, I would always know that something is missing. Even if I don’t meet you at your glorious scrawny eleven years old or years later, decades, centuries. I will know. You are not here and I won't be happy until you are. It doesn't feel right.”

Remus swallowed the incessant desire to wolf Sirius. “You wouldn’t know,” he weakly said as their breaths restarted together.

Sirius didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. His lips curled in a trembling way and he blinked with a mist. One of his feet slightly brushed Remus’ ankle as his eyes fell shut, head tucked against his.

“I will always wait and look for you. Even in another universe, Remus.”

They are still in the same universe, less than a year later, but strangers. Remus thinks that he still knows Sirius. He hopes so, but he doesn't quite know.

This chapter is already 30 pages long and I'm not even half-done (: (help)

(I'm looking for a beta-reader for this story, and maybe others, if someone enjoyed this short passage)

[wishfulsketching]

This is what the dynamic was like

[briskchips]

Sorry to break it to you...

[the-meme-monarch]

(shaking haggard bags under my eyes bald and covered in blood) so that new chapters. how are we feeling

[bixels]

The final TF2 issue really got to me. Spoilers, but it’s the reveal that all of this suffering and murder and war over gravel and shitty land was for nothing but senseless, bottomless hatred. That the administrator can’t even remember where this revenge plot started as she flashes through different false memories of her parents’ deaths. There was never a tragic backstory or justification, only terrible people doing despicable things. And despite how crass and stupid and unserious TF2 is, the story subverts every expectation by showing the survivors and inheritors willingly breaking the cycle. Ms. Pauling lies to the administrator and chooses not to save her, and finally lets her die. (Hurts even more if you read into the subtext that Ms. Pauling is in love with the administrator.) She lets the final cache of Australium go and walks away from the burden and legacy of a century-old bloodfeud. Hale lets Gray’s daughter go and live her life freely. Spy is the first to arrive at Scout’s house and meet his big family, finally takes off his mask, and helps with the kids. Even Merasmus exhaustedly makes peace with himself and Soldier and chooses not to curse him or something. There’s nothing to finish, no promises to keep, and no one to avenge. The only thing to do is break the cycle and walk away.

It feels odd how happy and warm everything is, but it feels so right and earned. These bloodthirsty, awful, violent men were expendable cogs in a machine of endless violence, and they found a way out. It’s a genuinely great message about letting go the past that burdens you and finding the will and a way to hit the bricks, change, and be happy. Maybe they don’t technically deserve happiness, but they’ve got it nonetheless, and they’re not gonna let it go to waste. They’re still all crazy and violent, but on their own terms now and with people who love them! Smiles.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Monty and TADC Gummigoo are so alike!

[bluehairedspidey]

on the subject of it often being out of character for characters to be having carefully negotiated bdsm sex in smut fics: 90% of metal gear ships are insane toxic yaoi and would definitely be having sex that is neither safe nor sane and only borderline consensual HOWEVER otacon and snavid would be thoroughly negotiating kinks before during and after sex like theyre doing mission briefings on a codec call

[lilyw-catears]

A collection of life series/hermitcraft text post thingies that I made at 3 am

[superbat-lmao]

Before Jason makes his debut as Red Hood, he goes apartment hunting.

And the thing about Gotham is, all of the apartments that would make for good safe houses, are safe houses. The Bat’s safe houses. If Jason wants to set up shop, he’s got to get creative. This means being willing to look the other way about some things. Namely, living with other people.

Jason gets a roommate.

Sure, he’d found a couple of spots that fit some of the criteria he used for making safe houses, but not all apartments were equal. And having a semi-functioning civilian cover was useful. Sometimes.

All this to say that Jason responded to a craigslist post of some guy looking for a roommate. The post was written well enough, decent grammar and a fair enough price. Unlike some of the places he’d “toured.”

He has to trudge up a few flights of stairs to get to the place, because roof access is always high on the priority list, and knocks on the door. He waits a few minutes, hears someone check the peephole, and then the sound of at least five separate locks being undone.

With the door finally open, he gets a good look at the guy’s face. Too good of a look, actually.

Because the man who opens it is Dick Grayson.

[corneredcopia]

That was supposed to be their date.

[carlyraejepsans]

Screen recording of the band segment from chapter 3 so I can read the full lyrics without eating shit too badly

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[swagglessmoth]

My grades are suffering and so are they

[ohbeauregard]

You take a moment to take stock of where she resides within your essence. She can only see what you want her to see.

[kyngsley01]

Burningcheese dump because I love them and Twitter doesn’t deserve them 😭

[gardensnakie]

Catching Up... starring @askoverkill 's AU Loop & Director