#Haha in the end I'll just go for 'today's a very confusing and stressful day that I decided to doodle smthng'

[0ann3]

Quick doodles of my main fav ships in this fandom

Which is these pairs!!!

While I do draw more FloRid (or pretty much the ship I like drawing together the most), TreyJade is technically my top fave ship LMAO. I really like their dynamic a lot and I have more fics saved with them but drawing Trey is either a bit easy or way too difficult for me and no in between ✨

FloRid still comes as a close second 😌 It's always fun thinking about their dynamic

Also doodled an AzuDeu because I'll be a liar if I say that they're not growing on me and are slowly crawling their way to be part of my main ships kJASHKAJSh

I remember literally saying this week about how there's no one I mainly ship with Azul. And then about 24 hours later, I slowly get invested with him being paired with Deuce- Then again, their dynamic with their personalities? It's too cute?!?!?!

@thehollowwriter (Haha not sure if it's okay to tag you for one doodle 😭✌)

[kunikinnie]

I'm Old Fashioned

Pairing: Sakaguchi Ango x GN!Reader

Almost Blue Masterlist

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1019 (excluding lyrics)

Warnings: unedited lol

a/n: I did not expect to write something this long (well maybe it's because Ango is my guilty pleasure HAHA), nor did I expect it to have some very minor angst. But hey at least it happy in the end :'D also I did not anticipate how hard it is to write consistently every week. I salute those who post works daily you guys are amazing

Link to the song, if you'd like to listen

I'm old fashioned I love the moonlight I love the old fashioned things

One of Ango's favorite pastimes is window shopping at antique stores. Old things just seem to be a source of comfort for him. Perhaps it's because of the history of these objects, and given his ability it just fits perfectly. But you think that even if he had a different ability, he would still have a fondness for the old world. That's just his personality.

His house is by no surprise filled with that sentiment. Well, to him it's not really near full at all - the minimalist modern architecture of his apartment is still evident after all. But those gaps are slowly being filled with objects containing his own memories: specifically those that remind him of you.

Choosing gifts for your boyfriend isn't difficult at all. He appreciates anything and everything you give to him but if there's one thing you've learned through the years, it's that you need to keep it simple with this man. Otherwise, he'll just be confused more than anything.

The sound of rain Upon a window pane The starry song that April sings

When Lady Luck decides to bless the both of you, you two would manage to go out on a simple date. If there's a certain place you'd like to visit, he'll readily agree to go with you. Activities and other at-home dates were also mostly decided by you as well.

If anything, you were the relatively dominant one. Ango would rather let you take the lead, not because he doesn't want to think about these things but rather because he spends too little time with you that he wants to see you as happy as possible.

This year's fancies Are passing fancies But sighing sighs holding hands These my heart understands

Sometimes he wonders why you still stick around. He's usually buried at work at rarely gets to enjoy the comforts of his own home, moreso your company. But time and time again you've proven that you have no plans of letting that get in the way of your relationship. For that, he is most grateful.

Occasionally you'd come by and drop some essentials for him: food, toiletries, and other basic necessities the exhausted man would definitely overlook.

Other times you'd simply lounge about and enjoy some peace while your boyfriend continues to work. To him, your presence is merely enough to sustain him.

I'm old fashioned But I don't mind it That's how I want to be As long as you agree To stay old fashioned with me

"I'm so sorry, dear. I'll make it up to you next time."

Today was one of those off-days for him. He promised you he'd watch a movie with you that night, but urgent business had robbed him of the one thing he was looking forward to all week.

He practically face planted himself onto his bed, not even having enough energy to eat the food you brought. It was hard to breathe in this position, but the shame he'd feel if he saw your crestfallen face would be much more painful.

Suddenly, he felt your hand stroke through his unkempt hair. The tension and stress that's been piling up inside him this entire day - no, entire week slowly melted away into tears.

Your hand then moved to his back, stroking it gently and slowly. You could feel every sob he choked on and every hitch in his breath. The sight of your distraught lover was too much to bear.

"It's really okay, Ango. I'm more worried about you right now."

You lay down beside him and scooped him into a warm embrace. His head was resting on your shoulder, and you could see his red and wet face.

You took off his glasses and planted a small kiss on his forehead. His breathing seemed to have steadied a bit, and now his arm clutched your waist tightly.

"Looks like I have to stay the night," you chuckled. A small smile grew on his face at your words, more than glad that you'd be with him a bit longer.

This was his favorite of all your activities together: holding each other before going to bed. It was such a rare treat for him, but he hopes he'll have this more often in the future.

"You know, I've been thinking about moving in here soon."

Ango raised his head, surprised at your sudden remark. "W-wait, are you sure-"

"Ah, if you're still uncomfortable with that then it's-"

"It's not like that, (y/n)." His voice was still shaky from crying, but you could definitely hear some shakiness from nervousness.

"I'm worried that I can't make you happy. There's not much I can offer you, both in terms of finances and in time. Just like tonight. I don't want you to feel confined in this sort of lifestyle I live... I want you to be free and happy with the way you spend you time."

You thought he'd say something about how it might be too early for you to live together - the man is a traditionalist after all. This was nothing like what you expected. It broke you heart to see him so sad and vulnerable.

Slowly, you raise his chin in order for your eyes to meet. Your hand then gently cupped and your thumb gently stroked his cheek.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to spend my time like this with you. I knew what was coming when I first dated you, and not once do I regret it."

The worry and guilt that once filled his eyes were replaced by a tinge of gentleness you've rarely seen. You were so fixated on his gaze that you only realized what was happening once your lips finally touched. His lips were still quivering, but you could feel his smile through the kiss.

"I'm so lucky to have you, (y/n)."

You gave him a chaste kiss in return, unable to contain the affection that was building up inside you. "Likewise, even if you act like an old fart sometimes."

The atmosphere felt a hundred times lighter, and your comforting embrace felt like home to him. Slowly, his grip on your shirt loosened as he felt himself drifting away into dreamland, but the last thought would linger in his mind even when he wakes up.

He'll have to formally ask you to be by his side forever sooner than later - the old fashioned way, of course.

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 5 Damian x reader

Pulled away to another world, Y/N uses magic science and a Little bird to help her get back home and possibly be rid of an apocalyptic event. "So, will you succumb to your doubts completely or step into the sun of this new world?"

" A few days, but I didn't expect the entire week, thank god for Molly." The emotional stress I had felt in the beginning influenced the behavior of the scales on my skin it took more hot water and hydrogen peroxide than I had originally would have needed. Even after all that, my skin was turned ashen and my breath was so shallow that Nightmare could lap from it as if it was his water bowl. The scales I have removed were not ready for healing uses yet, at least not for another three days. Nightmare had remained at my side barely even moving from his spot curled up on the pillow next to mine, the only time he moved is when Molly came over. Molly would drop off the homework, she told me she took the written project to Damian and he was ready to deliver it when it was due in 10 days from now. Molly would come by every day at 4, made sure I and Nightmare ate and rested well, told me about herself self and left. And I thank god I'm feeling better after all of that.

Today was Friday and I still wasn't feeling the best even after she left, Nightmare crawled up onto my lap while I had sat on the couch watching the news. I never liked watching the news but considering that I had an unexpected visitor I had hoped to find out more. I'm not disappointed, Vigilanties that appear in Gotham with the exception of Nightwing who occasionally visited from Blüdhaven the sister city of Gotham, and the character Red Hood an anti-hero who fights for his own needs, he arrived in Gotham a few years ago and became a crime fighter. Then there were the other three, Red robin seen with the dynamic duo Batman and Robin, seen all over Gotham. All of them well known and on the news constantly in a large group even that fight bad guys of all sorts a from a clown, to plant creatures and more.

"Wow their just like them." I feel a wave of nostalgia float over me, I remember what it was like at home. In Minnesota. With the tall evergreens and the marvelous lilacs that mom would grow in our backyard, my family, and friends. Everything at least before all the drama in New York happened. "Dear God, I'm becoming an over-sentimental sad sack I can't think of them now, not yet." I get up from my seat to head to the kitchen Nightmare jumping off me when I hear a knock from my balcony. I continue my walk to the kitchen to peer out at it, I didn't see anything there even so I open it. Nightmare runs out before me hissing at something on the left.

"Nightmare what are you-Oh...." Robin stares at me from the railing of the balcony. He's leaning back on it a scornful look upon his face. Confusion settles in me as I just stare at him.

"Are you sick?" He asks walking to me while doing so.

"Y-yeah I was out too long in the rain." He stops just in front of me.

"Don't you bring an umbrella with you?"

"Not that day," I clear my throat a little. "why are you here?" He pauses as if coming up with the reason shocks even himself. He arches his arm back behind his back, slowly moving his arm out.

"My box! So you did take it," I exclaim grabbing the box tenderly opeining the lid, I smile sadly looking at the glinting scales inside the box. " did they help you." I look back up, his faces move to confusion.

"I stole them from you and you're asking me if they helped me?"

"Well, you also needed it more than me, and I can see it did wonders. Your up and running again." I start hacking for a strait minute and grab onto the railing. I look up to the door moving to pick up Nightmare. "Would you like to come in for some tea," NIghtmare squirms in my arms jumping out when I enter the kitchen from the balcony. I open the cupboard and pull out the only three kinds of tea I have, setting aside the box with the X on it. "There's peppermint, cinnamon chai, and pumpkin if your interested." He stares at me from the entryway.

"No thank you," He says " I need to leave, I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." I set the pot on the stove anyway and pull out the pumpkin tea and my favorite mug with Arab henna designs decorating even the inside. I look back to the outside, he is still standing in the entryway shifting uncomfortably.

"You Know, the fact that you haven't left yet contradicts your own words, Robin." I pour the hot water over my tea while I wait for him to answer. He stirs slightly moving back and forth on his feet.

"I'll come back tomorrow," I spit out my tea.

"What didn't you say you weren't supposed to be here?"

He shrugs pulling a grappling hook from his belt and swang off. If I wasn't feeling so sick and had just spat out some tea causing me to cough some more, I would have gone after him. I just stared out through the night air as the familiar feeling of dread washed over me, I close the door to the outside and look at the box. NIghtmare gave me a look moving the box and pawing the X on the top.

"We can't call him yet, didn't you hear, their back. If I call him now it compromises everything they have worked for," I pick up the box and move over to the couch, Nightmare followed suit, we both laid down, me clutching the box. "We can't do anything yet anyway, it violates the treaty. We have to wait for the first kill."

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True to his word he came back, he arrived sometime after Molly left, I don't know exactly when he arrived but I know it wasn't long. It was 2 pm when Molly forced meds in my mouth and put me to sleep. It was 2:40 when I heard him clatter in my kitchen nearly killing him with the broom. He was making tea he brought, he told me that he said it works for sore throats, even though it's just lemon juice, water, and honey.

" You realize this is twice you have broken and entered into my home right?" He tsked crossing his arms from his where he is seated across from me.

"The first time was not on purpose."

"I mean you did break my window."

"I crashed through it."

"Pretty sure that there was broken glass I had to pull out of you and sweep off my floor." I laugh for a little bit while he grunts in his seat in front of me.

"Hey why are you here anyway, You dropped off my box, you're healed up why are you back?"

He moves forward resting his arms on the table. "what do you know about the Crows?"

My mug shatters the pieces scattered on the floor, my hands are shaking and that feeling of dread washes over me again.

"Oops sorry, my hands must have slipped even as I'm feeling better I see I didn't recover all my strength, haha..." I stand up to get the broom.

"They killed three people that day," I froze turning to Nightmare who was resting on the counter, his ears are folded back, his hair also standing on end." six were maimed they were monsters that said their names in the third person. They said they are looking for 'the scaled one' and I believe they are looking for you." The air becomes cold around us to a literal point where I can see my breath.

"They drew first blood," The words finally sink in my fears had manifested themselves, I know that I should have guessed it when I saw him but I had hoped they weren't going to be in physical form yet. I rush to my closet pull another box out from the top, a black box big enough to hold a dress, bearing the same markings as the smaller one. I bring it to the table Robin and I are seated at and set it down pulling off the top.

"How much do you know about The Crows already?" I begin pulling out the things inside one by one, recalling their names and what they are for, looking for my com piece.

"That's what I'm asking you, what is all this?"

"They come from an interdimensional planetary void, The Crow where once a proud and advance society until the gave up their freedom for more knowledge, Jal-sein holds their control now. They are dangerous and they are after the very thing that nearly killed everyone on my earth. Ah! Found it!" I move to my living room pushing away my coffee table setting it on the ground making sure there is enough space. Robin had moved up from the kitchen a worried look set on his face.

"What is Jal-sein? What is this other earth aren't you from Minnesota?"

"Yep but here's the thing," I press the silver X on the com and it starts calling, lights flicker in the room from the device as the figure forms."I'm from another dimension actually."

The figure in the holographic com finalizes and I smile at the old man I see.

"Hello Y/N, I suppose they have found you then? It good to see you even in such circumstances?" His voice is grim and shallow, he sounds older than usual and his head is covered with a silver helmet with tubes coming from it.

"Yes, they have, It"s good to see you, Professor X."