#I'm feeling very very sad about talking with this one person and I feel like I made a mistake and it feels so wrong ah

[brawberryz]

You think i'm weird?

Damian Wayne × BatSis! Reader 《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

You had noticed that Damian was more distant than usual, his self-centered personality and confident tone had almost completely disappeared

You weren't stupid, you knew something was wrong, you were his older sister, maybe you had different mothers and were raised in different environments but that doesn't mean you didn't understand

You said you were going to confront him on the next patrol, you needed answers and as the excellent detective you were, you were going to get them

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"Is there something bothering you?"

You said suddenly as the two of you sat in front of a building, it was the right time to talk, there was no one who could interrupt.

"What do you mean?"

Damian asked as if he didn't know what you meant.

"You're acting strange, like something was bothering you..."

You said as you stared at him, you knew something was wrong, maybe you didn't say it all the time but you cared too much for him, maybe sometimes you fought and it seemed like you wanted to kill each other and sometimes it was true, but still there was a part of your head that hated the idea that he, your brother, your little brother was in danger or sad.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Damian seemed to simply ignore the subject and want to change the conversation, your brow furrowed at such a response.

"I'm not stupid, Damian, tell me what's wrong? Did you fight with dad again or what?"

You sat a little closer to him, you were going to find out what was wrong with Damian even if it would take you a thousand years

"It's not that, it's just that..."

His voice trailed off in the middle of the sentence, he was hesitating to tell you, he seemed downcast, that wasn't the Damian you knew, he would never have doubted anything

"You... you think I'm weird?"

A laugh came out of your lips and you started laughing like crazy, Damian had never seen you laugh so much in his life as now

"WHAT ARE YOU MAKE FUN OF, STUPID!, ugh I knew I shouldn't tell you, you never take anything seriously"

Damian crossed his arms looking at you angrily, I didn't understand what was funny about the situation, he was telling you something personal and you just... you just laughed!?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But seriously I've never heard anything so funny in my life"

You tried to stop laughing, you wiped away a tear that fell from your eye before you could speak

"Seriously you ask, of all people you ask me that?"

You said ironically looking at Damian, he just shrugged his shoulders and looked away

"Damian, we are vigilantes, there is nothing normal in our life, the strange thing would be if something was normal, you are literally the son of a very dangerous assassin and I am the daughter of a villain"

You let out a small laugh while saying that, but you saw that Damian's mood didn't change so you decided to get serious

"But hey, seriously, if you are weird but so what? We are all weird and you shouldn't be ashamed of that, I could say that I am weirder than you and I don't care"

Damian was surprised by your words, it was the first time he saw you talking seriously, he always thought you were too stupid and childish but what you just said really surprised him

"Thanks... I think"

"You're welcome, but don't be ashamed of being weird, let's be weird together, what do you think?"

You said giving him a smile as you put your arm around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, it was the first time you had gotten so emotionally close to Damian, you thought he hated you or something but apparently it was far from reality

"That... that's fine with me"

For a second you could see a small smile on Damian's face, that made your heart feel good

A few minutes passed before Damian spoke again

"You dare tell someone about this conversation and I'll cut your throat"

And there he was again the same old Damian, well at least those were the best minutes of your life before Damian went back to being Damian

"Whatever you say, Mr. weirdo"

You let out a laugh as you said those words

"I'M SERIOUS, YOU DARE TO TELL SOMEONE AND I'LL KILL YOU!"

Damian spoke angrily, punching you in the arm

"Hey! That's enough, but stop doing it... HEY, STOP IT, IT HURTS!!"

You shouted, trying to dodge Damian's punches. God, I think you missed the emo Damian...

I imagine the relationship between Damian and BatSis! Reader like that of gumball and anais, i love writing about them, they are so silly

(*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 romantic dinner rookanis enjoy 🪶

"What are you doing?" Rook lets him guide her with her arms extended like a child at a play party.

"We're having dinner. Trust me."

"Oh, Lucanis, you know I do. But we already had a warm meal today, remember?"

"That sad excuse of a beef stew we had at the celebration in the Swan barely counts as warm, let alone a meal."

"You're sure I can't peek?"

She tugs at his hands, and he can see her eyes strain against the satin scarf he'd bound around her face.

"You're a Crow, Rook. Tell me what you know." She hums.

"No fireplace crackling, so we're neither in the dining hall nor the library. We didn't walk through a plant space, either, so we're not in the conservatory. Acoustics are deliberately dimmed - like a meditative, personal space would be. But it smells neither like cedarwood nor tea tree oil, so we're not in the pantry or the meditation room."

"Mmh, tell me more."

She breaks into a brilliant smile.

"Keep saying that, and I'll tell you anything you want to hear."

"I want to hear you figure it out."

She laughs, leaning easily into him as he pushes her to sit on the cushioned ground by her shoulders.

"If you wanted to fuck my face on a mountaintop, you could've just asked, you know? No need to blindfold me under the pretense of dinner."

"You wound me, Rook. I would never pretend about dinner!" He sits down next to her and kisses her. There's a small noise she chokes in her throat as he moves away.

"Sorry." She stretches through her shoulders and flips her hairpart back over her ear. "Right. Here's a breeze, small and warm, but still. We didn't walk through the Crossroads - you'd never take me there blind and unarmed - so we must still be in the Lighthouse."

She inhales, obnoxiously loud, as though she's trying to forego a handkerchief.

"Molten cheese, wine, fried dough... cinnamon sugar, and a candle from a pot warmer... definitely churros for dessert, and some sort of gratin before that. One with lots of cream and dill. Oh, cioccolata calda, too. On the warmer. Wait, thyme. Soup, too?"

"Very good."

"Have I earned my sight back, yet?"

"Humor me one last time?"

Her hands find his shoulders as though she'd never not touched him a day in her life.

"Curse this blindfold!" With one hand, she works at the knot behind her head, unravelling with an ease he should honestly expect of a fellow Crow.

"And curse dinner. Let me have you, querido. Please."

"I didn't go to all these lengths just to have you. At least look at my work."

She laughs as she leans away from him.

"Fine! I'll loo- oh. Oh. You've made it - where are we?"

"On that balcony, far above the courtyard, past that portalling office. I'm surprised the portals didn't clue you in."

She can't feel. The portals. No rush of Fade. No hurt in the eyes. Lucky Rook.

She doesn't hear his teasing comment, only barely holding on to the blindfold as though the slightest air would blow it into the ether. She blindly reaches for him, her other hand around his elbow in a well-practised motion.

"It looks like the Summer Solstice Festival in Treviso."

Rook looks around with wide eyes, taking in the plant pots, lanterns, blankets and rugs and cushions he brought up here. He'd even talked Davrin into putting up two big logs and spanned a wide linen stretch of fabric over it; a colorful, tassled shade he knows she likes.

"We missed it this year. I remember - you were upset about it. It was Spite's idea, though. Said to make some nicer memories, here."

She looks over the balcony.

"So you made the sun set in the Fade?"

It's not exactly setting, but with how far up they are (and the Lighthouse being the way that it is, he supposes), the skies beyond them has indeed started to shift into the deep purple just before the stars come out.

When she turns back to look at him, Spite sits at her other side, fingers clawing protectively, possessively, into her bare thigh, nuzzling his nose into her hair and kissing her ear. Rook leans into it.

She hadn't even changed out of the loose shorts she likes to wear for sleeping.

Her eyes are teary, but he knows they're not from sadness.

"With you, I only have nice memories." She leans deliberately into Spite, now, pressing her head against his face. "With both of you." Her fingers trace where she feels Spite's, and beside her, he grows incredibly still.

"You know that, right?"

"We do. Now, first course is tomato cream soup. Let's eat it before it grows lukewarm and unbearable."

"You made courses?" Rook's lower jaw drops open, even as she holds a soup bowl in each hand and watches him pour a ladle of his grandfather's recipe into them.

"Of course I made courses." Quickly, he glances over toward the railing, where all of his dishes sit on a stretch of tablecloth, lined up alongside one another like fence pickets. "If this were the real festival, and I took you out for dinner, I would make sure there's at least three courses, a side salad and garlic bread. And a digestivo after every dish."

A pause, as he puts a dollop of cream and chives in the center of each bowl.

"I hope this is as good as I remember it. It's my grandfather's recipe. I haven't had it since my father was killed."

Lucanis should have known that from the mere mention of his grandfather's cooking, Rook would be able to successfully deduce that it wasn't Caterina's husband, or her son, who passed along the recipe. Cooking has never been a skill she encouraged learning.

"So your mother is the Dellamorte?"

There's already cream on Rook's nose.

"Yes. Jacopa. She was Caterina's oldest. Her favorite, too. I'm told I look a lot like her. Short and wiry. But inside, I'm soft, like my father, Vianni."

Rook balances her bowl in her lap, and reaches over to squeeze his arm.

"You do them proud. I know it."

He knows it, too. But it feels good to hear her say it.

The soup doesn't hold up to the nostagia of coming home from schooling to find a steaming hot bowl of it waiting for him on the sunny windowsill.

But their dinner makes new memories. Memories at least as precious to him as the one of wiping out his soupbowl with Grandfather's fresh and piping hot bread.

"I missed you, you know."

"When? When you were so engrossed in your book you didn't hear me call you for dinner?"

"No! Well, yeah." She shrugs. "I always miss you when we're not together. It's good to have you close."

She goes on before he can react to that raw admission.

"I meant... you know. In the Prison."

Oh.

But she's all smiles when she looks at him.

"I thought, I miss Lucanis. I miss his stupid face, and his big dumb puppy eyes-"

He takes her bowl from her. She doesn't resist.

"And I miss the little scar on his lip and his plumage-y hair-"

He pushes aside the bread basket, now utterly empty, anyway.

"And his soft voice, and the rough one when Spite talks-"

SHE MISSED ME!

When he hooks his fingers into her beltloops and pulls her over, her hair lingers in Spite's hands for but a second, before the demon supports her low back without another thought.

The huff of air she pushes between their lips almost sounds like a cheer.

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@chubritza called that place Solas' Crying Porch and I can't unsee it

also someone posted a fic the other day that mentioned lucanis' scar on his lip and i went HE HAS A SCAR ON HIS LIP???? and he dooo omg

This is a precursor for smashening lmao.

[~rina]

[vaguely-concerned]

walking through lucanis' mind prison. the tam lin of it all

[inseparabiles]

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[all4horsemen]

my favorite headcanon for AnderPerry is that anytime they kiss, Neil holds Todd's face. every single time, he holds Todd's face.

another one is that Neil tells Todd that his favorite thing about Todd is his voice. he loves to hear Todd speak, even if it's about the small things, the stupid things. Todd isn't used to people actually wanting to hear him, so it makes him a little nervous, but it feels nice.

in fact, Neil has such a fixation on hearing Todd, that when they're cuddling and Todd isn't talking, Neil will put his ear to Todd's chest and listen to his heartbeat instead.

also Neil is maybe the clingiest person on the fucking planet earth and every time they cuddle (every. single. night.), he likes to lay on top if Todd and sometimes crawl under Todd's shirt if he's wearing a looser hoodie or sweatshirt. Todd really likes the weight, and Neil just likes the physical touch aspect.

I love AnderPerry........

also, some Meeks and Cameron friendship agenda

Meeks and Cameron like to do jigsaw puzzles together, play chess together, read together...all sorts of things. usually it's fairly calm when they hang up, but sometimes they can get very aggressive with their chess matches. at some point when they've been friends long enough, they reach the point that they can effectively play mental chess, and sometimes they'll pass a paper back and forth in class, writing down their moves, no chess board needed.

sometimes Cameron will say something really sad about his childhood and/or home life without realizing how depressing it sounds and Meeks just stares at him: "That's...not okay. That's really sad, I'm sorry you had to go through that." "What? No, it's not a big deal." "It really is, but okay..."

they also both really love bugs and sometimes will just start info dumping to each other about different kinds of bugs.

lets see if I can find some nice Chameron ones.

Cameron and Charlie I think have a very rocky and messy relationship when they're young, but as they get older they both chill out. they get a cat. Charlie pretends to hate the cat, but Cameron has an album of photos that proves otherwise (lots of very cute photos of Charlie and the cat napping together).

also not to be corny but older Charlie and Cameron totally slow dance late at night if either are struggling to sleep.

on that note, both of them have trouble sleeping. Charlie likes to talk himself to sleep a lot of nights, and Cameron falls asleep listening to his voice.

also when they're roommates at Welton, Cameron complains all the time about how Charlie never shuts up and is so loud, but whenever they all have to go home on break, he really misses the constant noise. Charlie is Cameron's constant, and his talking is almost like ambient noise to him now. in a modern au, he'll call Charlie occasionally. he hardly speaks to Charlie on the phone, and rather just lets Charlie talk about whatever he's been up to.

and maybe some Mittsie, I think I have one or two.

Pitts has a large and very loving family, they're all very close and he has a good relationship with his parents and siblings. when Pitts and Meeks start dating, Pitts' mom starts inviting Meeks to stay over breaks and such. Meeks is a little overwhelmed by how rowdy the household initially is, but eventually gets used to it.

Pitts is a napper. that boy lovessss to sleep, loves to nap. you can find him and Meeks curled and cuddled up together like a couple of cats pretty much anywhere. library, student lounge, on the lawn, etc.

Todd and Cameron friendship agenda too ↓

in the early stages of Todd and Neil's relationship, Todd (raised Catholic) struggles a lot to reconcile his faith with the fact that he's gay. he and Cameron have a lot of late night talks about it, sometimes they'll go sit in the school's chapel to talk about things. Cameron is very good at convincing Todd that things will be okay, and Todd is very good at convincing Cameron to believe his own words.

all the other poets can get very very rowdy, even Meeks, so Todd and Cameron kind of use each other as their place to get away from how overwhelming the rest of the world is.

I head canon that Cameron has some pretty intense paranoia issues, which stopped him from getting very close with the other poets for a long time. Todd, on the other hand, is anxious and avoidant. once they've been friends long enough, they get good at identifying when the other is getting wrapped up in that anxiety/paranoia, and pulling them away from that spiral.

I hope these are good I hope you enjoy them. sending much love your way <3

2 days till I leave my old house and cat forever yay I'm so fucking happy rn I'm totally not bawling my eyes out

drop your wholesomest, softest, fluffiest Dead Poets Society headcanons/ideas/whatever about anderperry or chameron or mittsie or chrisginny or just the poets ANYTHING PLEASE

[thebirdandhersong]

I think the problem. the problem is that I have always been afraid of not being invited into the inner circle. and am always wanting to be part of the inner circle. inner circle being the circle of love and companionship and communion. of course being a TCK and a bit of a sheltered homeschooled oddball child has nudged this further along over the years. but I didn't realise how STRONG that desire still burned. to actually be wanted.

[varjopeura]

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[kyouka-supremacy]

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[icewindandboringhorror]

There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.

[thedreadvampy]

I tried listening to Olivia Rodrigo and I'm sure this is really good for its target audience of Teen Girls Going Through A Breakup but has she actually ever put out a song that isn't about a guy cheating, breaking up with her and moving on to someone else?

like babe he's not coming back it's been 2 years you gotta find something else in your life

[luvsavos]

random vent(?) in the tags, feel free to ignore i just have a lot of pent up emotions to get out today apparently

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

i'm sorry but actually yes it is an issue that x reader fanfictions as a genre are primarily focused on straight (presenting) relationships with primarily cis female readers. the answer is not that the cis women writing these fics are bad or should stop, but just that they should consider branching out (and i'm not forcing them to! just a suggestion of diversifying their portfolios! which they don't have to do!)! and also that other non cis female writers should be being uplifted, too, in addition to all the straight cis female reader fics.

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[anthromimicry]

sorry, halsey — hopeless fountain kingdom.