#I hope you like it. sob.

[birdsagainsthumanity]

SO UH. I decided to write up a short Gale/Tav fic for @dekariosclan as a quick Christmas Midwinter Present to thank them for all this wonderful Galemancer quality content that has been supplied this year! And then, unfortunately... it got away from me a bit. Heads up that I know fuckall about midwinter festivals in DnD so this is basically just christmas with a few little nudges to the fantastical lmao.

Title: Perfect. Wordcount: 3389 Characters: Tav (she/her), Gale. Rating: Teen. Features some implication towards adult activities, but nothing more explicit than kissing. Synopsis: Gale has made it his duty to make a perfect midwinter festival for Tav, after his last few years of loneliness and the hard journey they've been on. Things don't go quite to plan.

It was going to be utterly perfect.

He was going to make sure of it.

Gale had been planning this particular celebration for weeks, now. As the holidays had inched closer and closer, half of his time at work had been spent in distraction; he had found that his students had, on more than one occasion, had to call him back to focus on the class he was meant to be actually teaching. Now that they had finally broken up for their few scant weeks of holiday time, well – he had been able to actually, truly buckle down on making the fantastic celebration that his dearest Tav deserved.

He remembered distinctly the very first time they had discussed these very days. After Tav had agreed to marry him – an unbelievable thing, in and of itself, a crazy moment of throwing everything to the wind, very much in the spirit of their chaotic journey – they had returned to Waterdeep. What a fraught few weeks that had been! Getting the tower back into any condition to entertain company, disabling the myriad of charms and warnings, on more than one occasion having to rescue a rather terrified Tav from his simulacrum who was politely yet firmly insisting they leave whilst preparing to send them tumbling from a window – at last, it seemed, their home had been purged of all such dangerous protections and he had sheepishly admitted to what a lonely time he’d had before…

The orb was stable. Everything was… okay. These lonely halls and dusty rooms suddenly seemed so much brighter with her here. The way she lit up even the most shadowed of corners. The way she swept into the space, seeming to feel every iota of loneliness that had been stored into it. Throwing open windows, dusting furiously, making the place feel… warm again. Shopping, for the first time in – Gods, he couldn’t even think. Insisting that they go explore the markets of Waterdeep, get local foods, breads, cheeses. Restocking his abandoned larder, treating themselves to nice wines, splashing out with the gold they had – uh, well, looted – on their journey.

He could never have imagined that such a warmth would be in his home again, and yet, here they were. Greatly enjoying his rich, four poster bed, sinking between it’s sheets every night, declaring he wanted to have a second library to house everything he would learn about her body… and being rather grateful for how much kinder the mattress was on his knees versus the rough floor of a tent.

One quiet night, a book in hand and her body curled up to his, his eyes were barely paying any attention to the words; more focused on the warmth of Tav, tucked under his arm, resting against his chest. His mind had begun to wander. Back to how it had been, before. The cold, empty tower. The exhausted wizard. The closing in of the wintertime. Invites came; thicker at first, then slowly dwindling. Polite rejections all, of course. Tara’s concern; near begging him to risk just one night away. But no festival, no party, no visit could possibly be risked. His folly burned away in his chest. It drew at his power, shadowed his eyes, greased his hair. He spent more time in bed than out of it; if it wasn’t for Tara’s insistence and the potential danger of his demise, he would perhaps have faded away entirely.

“Do you celebrate the winter festival at all?” he’d asked, voice soft in the low warm light of one candle. Tav had shifted a little against him, to peer up at those doe eyes. Gods, she was beautiful. He was nearly unbearably lucky. “Yes.” she’d replied, sleepy yet still clearly curious. “I spent the last one with my family, although it’s always been a small affair. What about you?” “Ah… well…” he hadn’t wanted to mention about his… difficult last year, yet he felt it was important to be honest with Tav. She’d been trying to encourage him to open up about everything he’d been through. “I usually do, yes – either the faculty party, at the least, or I’d quite often spend time with my family, too.” he admitted, “We’re a fairly big clan, us Dekarios’.” he chuckled, “And, of course, you’re one of us now.” he reached down to stroke his hand through her hair, feeling Tav nuzzle into his soft pyjamas. “I know we’ve had to delay the wedding, somewhat…” he’d actually yet to introduce Tav to his family. His mother had been informed, and had send a very long, very excited letter back, eager to meet her – that needed to happen before she ended up barging down his door her very own self. “But you are very much a member of the family, even if you’ve yet to take my name.”

“Where did these thoughts come from?” she asked, reaching up to scratch her nails gently through his beard, “Definitely not from -” eyes flickered over his book, “- the structure and definition of transmogrification magic in the underdark? What?” “Oh, it’s quite the engaging read, I reassure you!” he said, beaming, “It’s fascinating how the effects of the underdark – no, no, I’m not going off track.” he took a breath, and Tav laughed; he could feel the jump of her chest against him, sending a wave of warmth through his body. “No, I was thinking about the last time these holidays came up. I spent most of the day alone in my bed; barely even knew it was any time for celebration.” he sighed, shaking his head slowly. “I had nothing in my life except searching for a cure for the orb.” book settled on his lap, he reached up to rest his palm against the markings the orb had left in his chest. Yes, it shouldn’t bother him any more… but he did still worry.

“Well, next midwinter,” she said, softly, turning and sitting up to rest her arms across his chest. He smiled down at the shape of her, resting against his torso, peering up with her beautiful eyes; the soft warmth of her hand, still stroking over his cheek. “Why won’t we have a great celebration… with just the two of us, hm?” and she’d laughed so softly. “We’ll make this place feel like home. For good.”

“I’d like that.” he kissed her forehead before sliding down into the bed, resting his book onto the bedside table, blowing out the candle, curling up with Tav tucked perfectly in his arms.

And so, here he was. It had taken a surprising amount of subterfuge and creative storytelling to convince Tav to spend the night with her parents, insisting that she must spend at least some of the holidays with her family in the usual fashion. She had nearly begged him to go along, and of course, he had felt hideous refusing, but he needed the time to get everything ready. Tara had assisted, too; and now, on the morning of, he woke up without the crushing exhaustion in his heart that had made last year so abysmal.

The tree had been raised and decorated; admittedly, he had used his magic to do so. Next year, they would do so together, but this celebration he wanted to be a surprise for Tav, so it had to be perfect. It glittered and shone, perhaps a touch over-done, but he thought it was excellent. The perfect centrepiece in the library-turned-drawing-room, the fire dancing merrily, stockings hung… he had been gathering gifts for quite some time, and had even resisted the urge for them all to be books! Every time he had noticed Tav considering something particularly special and denying herself – something she did rather too much – he had taken note to swing back later. Of course, once or twice he had been unable to stop himself from purchasing it and giving it to her immediately, even as she babbled and insisted it was a trinket she did not need or a treat she didn’t deserve – thankfully, he was getting through to finally break her of those thoughts.

The bigger gifts below the tree were expertly wrapped. He enjoyed the process of doing so; making sure to fold the shimmering paper in perfect lines, a bow on top… there was something calming and so very in the season about it. There weren’t as many as he would have liked, admittedly, but a few sizeable items were tucked under there. (And maybe a few things for Tara, too.)

The smell of roasting food filled the air, too; he had tried to not be ridiculous with the amount he’d prepared but there was always something else he’d wanted her to try… they would be eating leftovers for days. If it would come out as delicious as he thought, well, that might not be a bad thing. Gale found his heart far lighter than he could have imagined over the last few years. Mystra did not observe such things, of course; and, well, his loneliness of the last holiday felt so very far away now. He was full of love, and joy, and making his beloved Tav a most wonderful feast.

A goose was sizzling away as he carefully decorated the cake he’d baked earlier. Pears were poaching in sweet liquid; ready to go atop the chocolate-rich dessert… he half-mindedly summoned a mage hand to stir the bowl behind him…

“Mr Dekarios! Mr Dekarios!” Tara’s voice echoed towards him; a touch worried, at least from the sound of it. He straightened, putting down his icing bag, wiping his cheek and feeling the smear of chocolate left behind. “Tara?” he called out, before he hurried out of the kitchen. She was stood in the corridor, wings fluffed up and half spread. “Ah! Mr Dekarios, there you are – I’m ever so sorry to bother you in your preparations -” “Tara, what’s wrong?” It was then that he picked up on the smell. “The tree -” “Oh, no.” he realised, with an ice cold bolt through his chest. He took off at a dash, following the thick smoke that was filling the air – into the study – already drawing the weave around himself. The tree was blazing, the smokey resinous scent that would have been pleasant if it wasn’t so terrible. He summoned the words in a breath, a miniature rainstorm that extinguished the tree and the fire. When it dissipated, coughing and covering his mouth, Gale threw a window open to help dust out the smoke.

“Oh, Mr Dekarios… I am so sorry.” Tara said, wings drooping. “All your hard work.” “Oh, I’m sure it’s… fine.” Gale said, but his heart was sinking. Even with magic, there was no easy fix for the tree, blistered and half burnt away. The decorations had melted; the stockings had fallen. Even the room itself had suffered; his poor books, smoked and sodden… thankfully the most valuable of his tomes were not kept in this area, but it was still a great loss. “We’ll figure a way to fix it all up, I – I’m sure there’ll be a way to repair the books. And the tree…” he sighed. “Well. It’s fine! We still have the din – the dinner -!” he realised.

The last thing he needed was more smoke in the tower! He turned on his heel, leaving the smoldering remnants of the study to make his way back to the kitchen. There was no smoke, at least – feeling a wave of relief as he stepped into the space and – “What are you doing!?” the mage hand, the damnable mage hand – poached pears splattered the floor. The door of the oven was open, the goose clattering on top of the destroyed fruits. The wizard dispelled the hand with a gesture, but – it was no good.

“Gods alive!” he declared, trying not to despair, but… as he surveyed the damage, Gale rubbed a hand slowly over his face. “It’s all ruined.” he admitted, feeling Tara come to a stop next to his leg. The tressym also drooped, taking in the wreckage. “Mr Dekarios…” she said, shaking her head, “Surely we can rescue some of it? There is some goose that is not on the floor -” “I’m not serving Tav anything that’s been on the floor, Tara.” he sighed. “I won’t waste it, don’t worry; you’re welcome to have some. All of that honey basting…” his eyes drifted around the ruined space. With a few gestures and a drawing of the weave, the mess began to be cleared up – dumping the wreckage of his hours of cooking and preparation into the bin.

He let the ruined goose sit on the side, to rest, or rather… because he couldn’t face trying to carve off anything for Tara right now. Slumping to sit on the floor of the kitchen, he pressed his face into his hands. All of this work, and for nothing… Gale had so desperately hoped to make this a wonderful celebration with just the two of them – and Tara, of course – he had such great plans, that, of course, ended up in the bedroom…

“Gale?” “Oh, no.” just what he needed. “I know I said I wouldn’t be back until later, but – I wanted to spend today with you.” her voice echoed down the corridor. Gale sighed, leaning his head back against the cabinets. “I’m in here, my love.” he called. She appeared in the doorway – eyes raking over all of the mess – and then finally settling on him. “What’s going on?” she asked, softly. “Why does the tower smell like smoke? What’s wrong..?” She crouched next to him, leaning in to steal his lips in a soft kiss. “Gale, love..?” “I had it all planned out, Tav.” he said, shaking his head. “I was going to give you a midwinter festival like you’d never experienced! Just the two of us, as you said. A great meal, gifts, celebration…” he chuckled, “Everything that could have gone wrong has. The tree has been set ablaze, my mage hand malfunctioned and wrecked the dinner, and your gifts, I’m afraid, suffered the same fate as the tree.”

“Oh, Gale.” she whispered, and started to laugh. It went from a chuckle to an open mouthed guffaw. “Are you – are you laughing?” he demanded, unable to believe it. “Tav -” “I never gave a damn about all the bits and pieces, Gale. You should know that! I wanted to spend the day with you. You. I don’t care about decorations or fancy food or presents.” “Oh, I know… I know that.” Gale found himself laughing, too, at the ridiculousness of it all. “You would not believe how quickly it all went wrong, Tav. Truly.” “I can imagine.” she slid an arm around his back, yanking the wizard to his feet and looking around the kitchen. “Now, look; that cake still looks absolutely fine. And delicious, if your baking is anything to go by.” she said, nudging his arm. “The goose seems… a little messy on the bottom, but I’m sure we can rescue some slices from the top.” “Oh, I wouldn’t want to give you food that’s been on the floor -” “Gale. I have eaten rotten fishheads and moldy bread. Floor goose is luxury.” she insisted, taking his hand. “Show me the tree?”

“Oh, it is… a true disaster, I reassure you.” he said, but allowed her hand, leading her through to the study. The ground was still sodden, the air still smokey. Tav stilled in the doorway, taking it all in. “You did all this for me?” she asked, softly. “Oh… no, your books. Are they salvagable?” “I believe so.” Gale murmured, “Although it will be some work. I had not yet wanted to think about it, I admit.” he added, dryly. “A little caught in my whole misery of the situation.” Tav wandered to the split and torn stockings, taking in the damaged gifts on the floor; she recognised the blistered and ruined face of a Waterdeep snow globe she’d been admiring, some melted sugar mess that had been those ridiculously delicate sugar mice she’d seen in a confectioner’s window, and then under the tree… the smoking remnants of a beautiful coat she’d admired… oh, and it had been so expensive, too…

The decorations on the tree had mostly been ruined, of course. She could see where the baubles had twisted, the delicate crystals had cracked and blackened… but paused. On the less damaged side of the tree, she reached out to pull one of those shimmering round nodules, turning it in her hand. It was no normal bauble – it was clearly enchanted, because where it caught the light, she could see an image inside. “Is this -” “Us? Yes.” Gale said, softly. “I imbued each of them with a little illusion, a small memory. This is when I told you I loved you; you were… so stunning, beneath that pretend sky.” he admitted, smiling fondly. “I wanted these to be a reminder of our time together, you understand. Something that is us. I had hoped to add more, as the years go by…” he sighed. “A few of them we might be able to res- mmf -” he broke off as her lips collided with his, before pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re the most thoughtful man I have ever known.” Tav whispered. “Gale, I’m sorry that this all went so wrong. But it’s still perfect. I promise you – it’s all still wonderful.” “You think so..? Even with the fire, and the food being ruined -” “Yes. I promise. Let’s get these books down and aired out, okay? Then we can have some goose and some cake, and you and I can retire.” “You know? That sounds like a most excellent idea.” he murmured, finding himself starting to smile.

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The books were laid out across all of the dry surfaces in the tower; a magical breeze keeping the pages turning back and forth. The smell might linger, but at least they were all salvagable. The melted items were removed and disposed of; they trimmed back the tree until it was only the mostly-green parts left, and laughed at the ridiculous triangle of a bough. Whilst Gale’s eyes lingered sadly on the destroyed gifts, they were disposed of as well. Tara joined them for the admittedly delicious piece of goose, Tav rustling up a strange assortment of vegetables for a side out of what he had dried in storage. Whilst the pear would have accompanied it well, the chocolate cake was rich and delicious, and paired beautifully with a sweet wine. Rather tipsier than they’d begun, Gale led the way back to the bedroom, kissing up Tav’s neck until she was gasping like a fish out of water…

“Wait, wait.” they’d tumbled into the bed, Tav holding up a hand and pressing it against Gale’s chest. “I forgot. I have something for you. Nothing massive, of course.” she prefaced. “My dear, the only thing I want right now is you -” he objected, smiling as he nuzzled into her perfect skin. “Ah! Yes, but – hold on -” she reached into her bedside table, pulling out a palm sized square. It wasn’t as nicely wrapped as his had been, but still. “I got this made for you, Gale. I love you.” Drawing back a touch, he carefully turned it in his hands before peeling away the wrapping, making sure to treat it with the reverence it clearly deserved.

“Tav…” he paused, swallowing hard. “I love it. It’s perfect. Thank you.” he turned the painting around in his fingertips; taking in all the details of it. It was simple, but so perfect in it, a rendering of the both of them, Gale kissing Tav’s cheek as she laughed, face scrunched up, Tara sat on their laps. He reached out to rest it on the bedside table, admiring it for a few moments more. “I think you’re right, actually…” he leant down to resume his kissing and nipping at her neck. “This has been a most wonderful midwinter. And, let me just say… I intend to make it even better.” and he laughed, slightly husky, as he started to slide down in the bed. “Lay back and close your eyes, Tav…”

And it was a very happy midwinter indeed.

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

[josukespimphand]

Haven't drawn her in forever ah.

[centaur-dreaming]

stOP HURTING HER!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!

[zodiac-monkey]

[kizzer55555]

Welcome to the Restraint! (Restaurant)

Imagine Danny runs to Gotham and starts squatting in an abandoned old building in Crime Alley. Slowly putting some ecto into the place to claim it as his haunt (while recovering from the sudden loss of his old one). And he does the normal stuff to survive. Finds some odd jobs, often as a messenger, and is just surviving. Another thing he does is make his own food. It’s cheaper than takeout and he’s gotten pretty good at cooking (out of necessity instead of eating sentient hotdogs). Then he ends up accidentally taking in some street kids. Or more like they follow him home. He can’t just turn them away so he makes a meal for them and lets them stay the night then sends them on their way. And then it happens again. And again. And ok, so maybe he saved a girl from getting molested. And that older guy from getting his only good blanket stolen. And sure, maybe letting that poor pizza delivery guy rant was unnecessary but he looked like he was having a bad day ok? Pretty sure that kid with the scar is a meta too but…he needed a place to stay a few nights alright? It’s not like any of them stay permanently. Danny’s started picking up a few more odd jobs to pay for all the extra food he’s had to buy. Always keeping his place stocked. At least he doesn’t have to pay for water and a fridge, he just makes some ice (or melts it). Sure the water is cold, but it’s probbaly the cleanest water in Gotham. And then some of the people start paying. Like…actually paying in exchange for food. Not sure if it’s because of guilt or pity but Danny won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. And with all the money, he hasn’t had to take as many dangerous jobs. Soon, his little abandoned apartment became what’s essentially the closest thing to a legitimate restaurant in Crime Alley.

It didn’t look normal. The chairs and tables were more like old couches and stools pulled up to coffee tables and cabinets turned on their side. Although with the bulling becoming more like Danny’s haunt, the walls naturally started repairing themselves so at least it didn’t look like it was gonna collapse anymore. And ok…so Danny might have rescued a few feral kids who…weirdly have gold eyes. And possibly stopped a meta trafficking ring on accident. And look, these people didn’t have anywhere to go! And the apartment did have empty rooms. It was already known as a place someone could crash for the night (last winter the entire place was cramped with people. Danny had to break up multiple fights but they usually calmed down when he got there.)

One benefit from controlling a haunt is controlling the temperature inside so it was one of the only buildings with ‘heat’. But back to his…strays. So yeah…most didn’t seem like they could rejoin society…so he let them stay. And…they kind of became employees? Impromptu bodyguards? (Some of the golden eyed people almost felt like he was rangling feral ghosts again.) they came in all ages. A few kids, lots of teens, and a few adults. Same with the metas he rescued. They mostly helped deliver food to costumers. They even got a phone line working and could take orders. (Although the new…employees…also got more protective whenever a fight broke out.) With all the extra money he’s been getting he was even able to afford some medical supplies. A lot of his customers(?) came in injured and he tried his best to patch them up but now he could do more than tie some ripped clothing around the wound and use ice to numb it. He’s got bandages. And pain killers. Plus other medical stuff. He can even give someone stickers now! All that experience as an injured vigilante was paying off. Even Villains and goons start attending this place. The place was unofficially designated as one of the Alley’s ‘safe zones’ where no fighting takes place inside (the body guards make sure of it.) the metas and Talons are getting an identity for themselves, the street kids even get a job and a hideout, random people can go there for help or to pass messages, this place provides food, shelter, and medical care. No one wants it going down.

So yeah, welcome to the restaurant!

(I’m debating whether I want this to be the weirdest restaurant/safe place/truce area in the alley, or whether I want Danny to accidentally become a crime lord. Possibly both.)

Also, this place is called the Restraint because I keep misspelling Restaurant and I think Danny would do the same so the name stuck. (Or one of the kids spelled it when making a sign or passing around messages to spread the word of this safe place.)

So anyways, to add some angst, after Danny adopts a bunch of crime alley kids/villains they find out about Danny’s powers and that he’s a ghost, only they don’t know about Halfas so they think Danny is fully dead and this super kind guy who has been the only person to ever treat them like people…died. He died likely a long time ago and there’s nothing any of them can do to change that.

(And if the GIW dare to come into the alley, they better be prepared for the entire place to turn on them.)

[persicipen-archive]

Hi so what do we think of a relatively awkward first make out sesh w sunday like...both of you guys are kind of clueless on what to do

(we think it is very cute to be clumsy together) 🤍 With Sunday, it’s a lot of push and pull, going back to square one over and over again, so it can be quite disheartening and uncomfortable at first, especially if patience is something you two have to learn along the way. He’s beyond loving when it comes to you, but hides his own insecurities about himself somewhere deep in his heart, which resurfaces during attempts at getting intimate.

Would it be alright for him to touch you? To be the one to make you feel good? Such doubts halt his hands from roaming across your body. Yet, at the same time, he cannot even imagine someone else in his place. No, it has to be him.

He’s amazed how you feel against his fingertips. He wants more. Grab you by your waist, hoist you up by the hip, run his nails gently down your shoulder to cause goosebumps to appear on your skin. Your breathing is uneven, hitching every time he nibbles at the spot that turns out to be your sweet one — so he kisses and licks it again, as many times as you want him to. Sometimes he stops by accident, getting you out of the mood, muttering out an apology before smooching you once more, cuddling closer, letting you on his lap. Your little moans that you try to bite back tickle his wing. It flutters nervously against your face, fanning his red cheeks — because, gosh, he’s so embarrassed and hot, but he doesn’t want to pull back.

However, the question remaining is whether you will let him continue. Hmm, will you? He almost begs in a whisper against your ear, just one layer of clothing down or maybe just allowing his hands to sneak under your shirt and glide along the arch of your spine, pinch your sides and giggle as you squirm.

You’re just so cute. But so is he in your eyes, which is why you let him take that one step further. Is it okay? Surely, you both want it. One more kiss, one more hug, an involuntary roll of your hips together that gets you both to gaps into each other’s mouth and pause the messy kiss (you still try to find a matching rhythm, so the tongues work awkwardly, oddly intimate).

While there will me so many more occasions to continue, a quiet voice inside your head urges you to prolong this one session. A special one. Your first one together with Sunday.

[aidansloth]

Late Nights On Kitchen Floors Sometimes Lead To Confessions

Summary: You come home late one night to find your roommate Jason sobbing on the kitchen floor.

Warnings and A/N: some negative self-thoughts on Jason’s side. In this fic Jason is feeling a lot of feelings :) because we love our men crying and traumatized. Pre-relationship! This is my first time writing for Jason so I hope I did him justice. Written in the second person, gender neutral reader, I tried to make reader as inclusive as possible so if I missed something please let me know! JUSTKNOW that my heart broke while writing this. (final note, I wrote this at 4am so don’t judge me)

Words: 0.9k

I also posted this on ao3 if you want!!

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You secure the last of the locks on your door as you start to take your boots off along with your coat. Immediately as you stepped in your mind went into autopilot, following your routine so effortlessly that only after what was definitely too many seconds do you notice a heaving sound coming from your kitchen. 

“Jason?”

The words leave your mouth with a tinge of hope that it was just him and not a break-in you’d have to deal with at this ungodly hour in the morning. You check the time with a flick of your phone. 2:14am. 

You receive no response and reach for the bat Jason insisted you left hidden in the umbrella stand. You can never be too safe were his exact words and you’d honestly have to thank him if you made it out tonight. It’s only when you cross the door that you see him: Jason and all of his 6 feet of muscles are scrunched up into a wavering ball, his hands clutching his clothes and his head planted into his knees. All this time you’ve known him and yet he has never looked as vulnerable as he does now, on your dusty crumble-covered floor with tears in his eyes. 

At first no words come out of your mouth, how could they? You’ve talked to Jason just a couple of hours ago on your phone, he called saying he just wanted to hear your voice. He was fine earlier. He was. He asked how your day was. He listened, hanging off your every word. But now here he was in front of you, a broken shell of a man.

Trying to not startle him you get closer and call out his name again. This time he hears you.

He lifts his head and you can see smudged tear stains all over his face probably from an attempt to erase them. An hiccup escapes him and your heart breaks. 

“Oh baby,” you scooch in front of him and take his face in your hands. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He can’t speak. The words are jabbed in his throat, threatening to suffocate him. He opens his mouth but nothing other than a strangled sound comes out. You start petting his hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything alright?” 

You settle on the floor and try to maneuver his body onto yours, his head on your shoulder. His body adapts to yours, his arms wrap around you and he feels like everything is going to be alright. One of your hands runs up and down his spine in a soothing manner while the other is nestled in his hair. 

A couple of minutes pass and you’re still holding him. Jason thinks he likes it. Being held, that is. 

After some more time his head lifts from your shoulder and your hands move to his forearms, caressing the skin there. He takes a deep, shuddering breath before speaking.

“I, ehm…” Jason’s gaze lays low and his hands start to play with yours. “I have to tell you something.” 

You nod and tell him to take his time. He bites his lip, still looking down. 

“I- Fuck, I messed this up. I really did. This was gonna be so much more romantic I swear. I was gonna- I was gonna invite you to that one bookstore we always go to, I was going buy you all the books you set your eyes on and- and I planned a walk through the park- the one- the one you like-” his voice keeps breaking and hiccuping, “-and walk through the flowerbeds and maybe if the day had gone well I would have had the courage to hold your hand.” he wipes a tear off his face with the palm of his hand. 

You try to speak but he speaks first.

“I like you. I really really like you. I wanted to do this well, tomorrow, but- I don’t know. I got too much in my own head and I’m-” Jason bites his lip and tears fill his eyes again, “I’m really sorry this is how I confess, you deserve so much better, so much better and I’m a mess and, and-” you grab his face and force him to look at you. 

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me carefully.” his big teary eyes look at your stern ones, “The only reason I’m not kissing you right now is because you deserve a beautifully romantic first kiss because you like beautifully romantic things. You deserve all the wonderful things this world has to offer.”

Jason thinks his heart has never felt so warm. 

“Wha-what?”

His words make you giggle and now he thinks his heart might actually implode. 

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Now your giggle turned into a proper laugh which made Jason smile. 

“Yeah, that was pretty obvious from the earlier declaration of love.” Now he’s giggling too. 

“Does that ehm- does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?” You giggle again at the innocence in his voice and Jason thinks he’d die all over again just for a chance to hear you laugh one more time.

“Yes, yes it does. Only if you take me to that date you were talking about though.”

He smiles. “We could go now.”

Your eyes widen. “Now? At 2am?”

He shrugs. “I’m Red Hood. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

You scoff. “Yeah alright, but I think the bookstore might be closed.”

“Ah. Right. Tomorrow then.”

“Eager?”

His smile only gets bigger. “Duh, I have a girlfriend to take out.”

Thank you for reading!! Constructive criticism/advice is always welcome!

[anoiximera]

Día de Muertos

So it's been a minute ha...ha... Ah. This was supposed to be finished on día de muertos and then I got sick for a while and just got better. :'] but I hope you like it! I make a día de muertos piece every year for whatever fandom I'm in and this year it happens to be ROTTMNT so I wanted something... Warm and comforting.

(Edit: Changed to Día de Muertos since that is the correct wording hehe :> Someone thankfully caught it which is much appreciated. My dum dum self didn't ;v;)

[luminique]

besides spending quiet time together in lumina square, i think dragging lighter to fun places to take his mind off things is something else that he secretly enjoys.

you don’t have to have a set plan with him. i think he’d enjoy going with the flow of things as long as it’s with you. watching movies at gravity cinema, eating hot pot together, getting teamilk before doing some shopping for the girls.

there are tons of shops there and lots of things to do. recently, teens in the area have been raving about a new photobooth place in lumina square. it gets really busy during the weekends but lucky for the both of you, it was a relatively chill weekday. it was a normal shop that had a few photobooths and many funny accessories.

you both chose some accessories for yourselves (more like you chose and lighter hesitantly agreed). a pair of heart sunglasses, cat and dog ear headbands, and a huge bangboo plushie. he personally would never do something like this alone but seeing you be so indecisive on which accessories to pick did entertain him.

you walked into one of the booths, the screen displaying clear instructions to make sure you knew where to stand and how to take a photo. lighter was a little awkward at first, he’s not the kind to be good at photos, let alone pose for one intentionally. you decided to wear the heart sunglasses first, thinking that it’d match perfectly with lighter’s usual shades. a middle finger pulling down the shades a little as you looked at the camera and he couldn’t help but laugh at your attempt to imitate him.

he did the same pose as you, wanting to show who the true undefeated champion was. backs toward each other, the camera’s shutter goes off and the first picture was taken. that helped him relax a little, not feeling as nervous or awkward as before. until you wore the headband however….

a fluffy cat ear headband was now on your head as you happily held out the dog ear ones to him. “do i really have to…?” he asked you as he hesitated taking it from you. “mhm! and i’m putting it on you,” you chirped, so eager to have him wear something completely opposite to his cool guy image.

he let out a quiet sigh of defeat. he can’t argue with you to be honest, not when you’re beaming with excitement for him to wear it. he bent down a little, letting you place it on his head. he looked at the display, seeing his reflection in it and immediately turns red. you can see the blush on his face and it was the perfect opportunity for the next photo.

two more photos left. you could almost reach your arms around the big bangboo plushie, lighter followed suit and hugged it too. his hand brushed against your arm as he buried his face into the plushie to hide his embarrassment. you seemed to be having fun though, your laugh becoming a familiar sound followed by the camera shutter.

it’s the final photo, you had to make the most of it. no accessories this time, you wanted to capture a natural moment between the both of you. “finally, just one more,” lighter thought to himself, completely unaware of what plans you had. he was unsure of how to pose, since there was no props now.

you got closer to him, wanting to do a pose that had your faces close to each other. holding his hand in yours, you clicked the button on the screen. he knew his eyes should be on the camera but it was focused on the display, on you specifically. your smile, the way your eyes also showed that happiness. this was fun, you looked cute and he’d only try it again if it was wi-

3, 2, 1, click!

the last picture was taken. just before it did, you turned your face towards him, giving a kiss on his cheek. it was captured perfectly, the surprise on his face was evident even though his sunglasses hid the blush behind them. his mind went blank, not realizing that you were picking up the accessories to return them. the screen instructed you to not leave anything behind and to take the photos outside of the machine. “lighter? hello?” you waved your hand in front of him, he quickly snapped out of it and followed you out of the booth.

two strips of pictures were printed out, all of the photos came out exactly the way you wanted them to. you gave him the other strip and he examined the pictures carefully. he looked like a flustered mess in all of them except the first one. he can’t let anyone see this, especially that last one… but you looked perfect. maybe he shouldn’t fuss over it, instead enjoy the fact that he got to spend time with you. a picture perfect memory he could always look back on when he misses you.

[dawo4]

The Forbidden Jay minifigure is really funny to me

Here's the leaked minifig btw

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[dendroaspis-viridis]

I'm begging you, BioWare... Learn from the mistakes of Baldur's Gates past...

[yukipri]

Merman Boba Fett

Happy Mer May!

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[dusty-pistol]

The father son duo ever!!!

Fanart for @themostsanebug

[moongothic]

Madoka is the promise you won't turn from a child, full of hopes and dreams and the wish to save the world, into a bitter adult who just wants to hurt others and ruin people's lives

Madoka promised to be there for you to remind you of the person you wanted to be and to stop you from becoming what you sought to destroy

Madoka made that promise and became the very embodiment of it