#The bond they have had the whole time is the same

[currentfandomkick]

Okay so. The batcat danny propmt

Danny really wonders just how many mirrors he broke, or ladders he walked under sometimes to have his luck be this bad. Most would agree that surviving an inter dimensional portal cracking open on top of them was a good thing. That getting powers was cool, and his loving parents would accept him unconditionally.

Danny begged to differ, and loudly protested the whole concept these days.

They believed ‘Danny’ and ‘Phantom’ were fused and needed immediate separation.

Jazz barely made it down in time to stop him from becoming Dan 2.0–this time omnicidal as his fright rejected him!

Which he knows isn’t entirely true. Tucker’s custody got swapped to his mom given the ghosts targetting Danny and Tucker refusing to not help him with it. The Mansons moved after Ida’s death, and Sam couldn’t contact anyone. He doubted it was from a lack of trying. Dani is exploring the world and had no clue he was in danger.

And its not like he ever entered a formal apprenticeship with any of his mentors; they have no duty of care to him…

It doesn’t stop his core from screaming.

Jazz was willing to give up college for him. And he, he couldn’t let her. As stupid as it sounds, she already gave up being a kid for him, he can’t let her give up her adult life for him too, even when she is fully prepared to.

So she dropped him off with Wulf, and the Court of Ecto Entities helping Danny learn to coordinate the Infinite Realms. He refuses to rule them, but he’s willing to help as a mediator for intra-Realms disputes and that’s what seemed to be needed.

The Court ran itself for the most part—Danny only needed as Judge of Judges on occasion.

His Court was ready for war when he arrived as he did. He silenced the portal instead of letting them kill his parents. As stupid as he feels, as much as he understands everyone demanding he step aside and let them enact vengeance for him he. He can’t.

Frostbite was the first to infer this, and somehow shielded Danny from the worst of it while his core gurgled at him.

There were whispers about after that. Everything blurred and his core ached for his fright. He’s always thrived on acceptance and mutual care—his core needs it to survive.

He only has his bond to Jazz to lean on now, and its far from able to help him recover.

Shadows thrashed about in ways he forgot they could.

Lady Gotham was pissed. On his behalf.

“Stolen of Mine,” she addressed him softly in a raspy, hissing voice he’d come to expect of her. “You are welcome to return to my territory. The perpetrators will not get within ten miles of my territory before one of my cursed ones decides to go to their location and release their misfortune.”

He nodded at that, he remembers that.

“And fear not, your birth parents will seek you soon.”

“Cool… my, my what!”

“Catwoman and Batman, they will learn of you within a week of you coming to Gotham. They will know you are theirs My Stolen One, and come for you on your terms.”

Danny can admit he should have asked for more details, but things got blurry and he had an ecto-IV in and was in the Far Frozen for a week or two before his human needs kicked his ass.

Lady Gotham plopped him into a clinic and Dr. Tompkins asked no major questions on where he got the new scars. Mostly gave him meds and checked he knew the shelters and soup kitchens nearby.

He did not know of those things. It was good to know now…

And maybe an hour after learning all that he ran into Ringmaster Reject.

Reject began cackling about “Just in time for the Anniversary!” Before Danny blacked out.

—-

Everyone in the family knew this time of year was difficult for Bruce and Jason. They tended to forget about her and that she lost her second son.

No one knew the first was lost around the same time. The baby she hadn’t informed Bruce of as it was early in her criminal career. It was before she became Catwoman. Back when Selina was a stupid girl who fell for the Tall Dark and Mysterious info brooker that dropped off the face of the earth. She found his ass in a Batsuit a few years later, and pretended with him that it was their first time meeting. For Robin’s sake anyways.

She kept their son and his kidnapping to herself. and her therapist nowadays. She told Bruce of the baby stolen from the hospital with a bunch of others but not that the baby was his. If he inferred it, he hadn’t told her he knew.

Her baby was still missing after fifteen years. She’d come to terms with knowing she’d never know him.

But she didn’t tell anyone the date he was stolen. That was her day to mourn as she needed. And this time, she just… didn’t want to be alone.

This year she decided to force her (soon to be legally hers) kids and Bruce to stay at the Manor and have a family day, for her sake.

Jason agreed once they agreed it was a ‘No Cape Talk’ day.

Things were going well.

Then an alert for a Joker Attack went off.

“Hello Gotham!”

Bruce, Jason and Dick tensed.

“Today i have a very special guest with me!”

The camera panned to an unconscious teen. Around the age her boy would be.

A boy with her face shape and build, with a younger Bruce’s nose and eyebrows.

Color drained from her face.

If, if that was Her Boy. The one she couldn’t name without Bruce. The one who came early and she couldn’t decide if giving him up was better for them or not. The baby boy she fretted over the existence of only to be taken from her before she could settle on what would be best.

That boy was unconscious, tied to a chair, and his head pulled back by a grinning Joker as the camera zoomed in on a him.

She catalogued the healing bruises from a collar of sorts on his neck, and lightning-like scarring peeking out from his tee shirt’s left sleeve.

“Looks like Brucie boy missed another one! Now, i think we should give him a big ol’ Gotham welcome, don’t you?”

Bruce and the others were speaking. She couldn’t hear them.

Not as a needle was brought into view. And a gas mask. And lip balm, of all things.

“What do you think Gotham? New Toxin from me, perhaps some good ole fear toxin from my buddy Scarecrow or should we play with Ivy’s poisons? You know where to vote, you get five minutes folks!”

—

Add on as you please everyone, and feel free to actually vote on Danny’s upcoming torture for whoever picks it up next (or if i add onto it, idk)

Shrodinger's BatCat Child

DP x DC Prompt

When Selina was pregnant with her's and Bruce's child, she was thinking of settling down and raising the child. But when she had given birth to the boy, someone had broken into the hospital and stolen not only her baby but also other babies had been taken from the hospital. She tried to find out who took her baby boy but couldn't find the perpetrator.

Heartbroken at the loss of her baby, Selina masks her grief with being Catwoman. She doesn't tell Bruce about their baby boy, even after the new boy that goes under the Bats wing. She does treat each new Robin as if they were her own son. She talks to Harley about what had happened when Damian comes into the fold, where she then reveals that she had a baby with Bruce to the man and what happened to their baby after a few sessions with Harley.

Danny is on the run from Amity, from the Fentons, from the GIW, and from Vlad. The Fentons found out about him being Phantom and attacked him. They then teamed up with the GIW to hunt him down. He doesn't want to go to Vlad, as the Fruitloop is slowly becoming more and more crazy to get him to become his son and slowly focusing less and less on Maddie.

He heads to Gotham, as the city spirit, when she was chosen to be part of his court because of her knowledge and power, had told him that he was one of hers, a child born in Gotham to a woman that wasn't Maddie, Catwoman, and that's also how he found out that he's the son of Batman as well, because Lady Gotham gave him that answer as well, but she didn't tell him their real names. He just hopes that his mom and dad will be happy to learn that their son is still (mostly) alive and on his way to them.

And then Danny is caught by the Joker. He couldn't put up that much of a fight as he used up a lot of Ectoplasm escaping the lab he was in. Tucker's family moved away during middle school, and so did Sam's family when the start of high school came, Jazz had returned from college to help him escape the lab he was held in, but had to go back if she wanted to keep the scholarship.

The Batfam was having a family day out in Gotham. Bruce and Selina were engaged and wanted to bond as a family. Then Joker began broadcasting across Gotham.

"Hello Gotham! Today, I have a special guest with me"

The camera panned to a boy tied up in a chair, head hanging low.

"Brucie Boy seems to have forgotten to mention that he has another brat to call his own, so I took it upon myself to inform you all about him!"

When Joker grabbed the face of the boy and showed it to the camera, the entire Batfam tensed. Because the boys face had the features of both Bruce and Selina, the cuts, bruises, and blood on the boys face couldn't hide that fact, and now they need to find the boy to save him from what Joker has planned for their son.

[goldenhickeysandramen]

Jimin & Jungkook in 2023 – What Makes Them Special?

We've seen a lot of threads about Jimin and Jungkook lately, talking about their lives, sexualities, personalities, relationships, and everything else.

But let’s be real: no matter your stance, their bond is undeniably special—way deeper than just "friends."

It’s always been unique, but 2023 put them under a microscope (of anties, especially). But even then, they did things that screamed "DIFFERENT", pointing to a much deeper emotional connection—one that stands apart.

Let's see...

Jungkook’s ALL-IN Support for Jimin’s Album

Let’s talk about how Jungkook went out of his way to hype Jimin’s first personal album.

This is different cause … he DIDN’T DO THE SAME for anyone else

NOT visiting anyone else’s rehearsals while being recorded,

NOT reacting to their content in VLives,

NOT jumping onto his live streams, and

NOT publicly congratulating anyone else on Weverse, or commenting his related posts

Not saying he wasn’t supportive of the other members (he totally was), but the energy was different. This wasn’t OT7 vibes; this was “Jimin-first” energy.

The member who has supported Jimin the most in Ch2 is Jungkook…….as well as Jungkook is the member that Jimin has always needed to praise the most…

2. Jungkook openly saying he missed Jimin and wanted to spend time with him. FINALLY!

It’s funny how some antis claim the car conversation proves they weren’t seeing each other, even though we literally saw them together at Yoongi’s concert just two weeks earlier.

Plus, AYS was planned way back in April (or even earlier)!

If anything, that convo actually shows how much Jungkook wanted to spend more time with Jimin doing something different (remember the whole thing started because Jimin mentioned they hadn’t travelled together in ages).

And Jimin knew about it and that’s why maybe he always took some time to drop sweet, loving messages for Jungkook during his VLives.

Jungkook not only expressed this longing with his actions but also directly said it on Weverse, making sure both Jimin and fans understood just how much he missed him. No beating around the bush, no subtle hints—he wanted to spend time with him.

Even if we take the car convo literally and assume they didn’t see each other much early in 2023, here’s what haters ignore: they FIXED it.

Jimin suggested a trip, Jungkook was all in, and they didn’t just go once—they went three times. Jungkook’s “FINALLY” wasn’t random; it was relief.

They made it work, spent the rest of the year together, and BEYOND

3. Choosing to do a travel show together and including a visit to Tokyo

This says a lot about their intentions. At first glance, these trips might seem not relevant compared to “others,” as many would dismiss them as purely work-related. But we all saw that wasn’t the case.

With their solo projects already winning hearts, these trips weren’t needed for promotion. Plus, they could have used that time to record more things on their own, as other members did.

But nah, despite their busy schedules, they took three trips, the best on of their lifes, and planned activities the other would love, and simply made time to be together (FINALLY!☺️) and shared that joy with us.

They even spent private moments in the US, Jeju Island (if we count the night before 😉) and in Tokyo, a meaningful place for them, and spent their last days together before enlisting.

Jungkook did also travel to Busan & Jeju with friends, to Japan with Eunwoo or to skiing with Tae & his friends, especially at the beginning of the year, when he had more free time.

The fact that most of these trips revolved around fun physical activities or enjoying food doesn’t seem like a coincidence—after all, this is Jungkook we’re talking about! 😊

These outings were casual, open, and far from secretive or overly intimate. Jungkook shared bits about them openly.

4. Prioritizing Time Together

Whether it was traveling, working, or just chilling, Jimin and Jungkook made each other a priority in 2023. They could’ve easily done other things, but nah—they chose each other. And they told us.

5. Spending the night together

Okay, this might not sound like a big deal... until you think about when it happened. Like the night before Jeju.

Jungkook was fresh off a third US trip that month and must’ve been EXHAUSTED. There was no reason for them to spend that night together since they were going to be glued the next three days—except for wanting to share a private moment before the trip began, since Tae became a last-minute special guest.

6. Shared Domestic Vibes

Jungkook cooking for Jimin, making sure he eats well, and knowing all the little things about each other? That was COUPLE energy!

Inside jokes, fave meals, random daily updates—they know it all. Considering the members haven’t lived together since like 2020, it says a lot.

7. Not being bothered when fans drop hints that clearly suggest a romantic connection.

They’ve never shied away

8. Flirting online

Because YES, THIS HAPPENED. If you know, you know. 👀

9. Enlisting together

What more can be said about their choice of the buddy system? They chose to go through this big, life-changing moment TOGETHER.

10. Being Each Other’s Daily Constant

And making it clear, in both big and small ways, that they are an integral part of each other’s daily lives, challenging the narrative pushed by their most toxic fans.

Like Jungkook casually sharing in his last Vlive that he's with Jimin (every day)—they see e/o after his cooking duties or even in the shower (!)—and Jimin constantly showing how important Jungkook is to him.

What some call “name-dropping” is just them being honest about how much they mean to each other.

Stuff like plushies, bathroom selfies, or confirmation because of an fan's artwork pushed by a restaurant’s owner trying to make a buck are just silly theories— Let’s be real… Claims about their sexuality or relationships in 2023, blurry videos, or IG posts by random people are just baseless speculation.

And EVEN if some of the rumors out there did hold some truth, they wouldn’t change, NEVER, Jimin and Jungkook’s obvious REAL LOVE and emotional dependece we can all see —clear and undeniable.

[elriel-fireheart]

The headache powder.

Elain gifted Azriel legit medicine on behalf of the inner circles' shenanigans.

Azriel hoarded it like the dragon he is and looked at it every night he was home. Thinking of her.

We got confirmation that he's completely down bad since that fated solstice night in ACOFAS, and they are mutually aware. Seem to share the same feelings.

Twice now Elain had bought Azriel Solstice gifts. Not once for her mate. And this time Azriel gifted her back with jewelry. (Forget how Rhys ruined the moment for a sec)

"Most males bought their wives and mates jewelry for an outrageous Solstice present." - ACOFAS

She hadn't bought her mate a present. But she'd gotten Azriel one last year -- a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he'd done every night he’d slept there. - ACOSF

It had never gone this far. They'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching. Wrong -- it was so wrong. He didn't care. - ACOSF

He left the rest unspoken. Because her mate was here, sleeping a level up. Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn't stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much. Elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.

He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue -- Azriel's cock strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think. He prayed she didn't peer down. Prayed she didn't understand the shift in his scent.

Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again. Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest. She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars.

But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it. “Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them. Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut. Offer and permission. He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.

Uh, the feeling is mutual yall.

Just how long have they harbored feelings for one another? By the time we see Azriel's POV, he's angered enough by Rhysand's interruption/opinions to let a bit of his true rage show during his discussion with Rhys.

Azriel stiffened. Let his cold rage rise to the surface, the rage he only ever let Rhysand see, because he knew his brother could match it. "What if the Cauldron was wrong?"

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.

At what point did he start asking himself this question? And when did Elain question this herself?

I mean their interactions go back to ACOWAR.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.

Feyre questions the cauldron shortly after this scene.

“Why not make them mates?” I mused. “Why Lucien?”

What if”—I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—“that is what she needs? Is there no free will?

And then you have all these interactions after:

“I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand. Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went.

“What did you see,” Azriel said, and I tried not to flinch as I found him at my other side, not having seen him move. Again. Elain paused halfway up the stairs. Slowly, she turned to look back at him. “I saw young hands wither with age. I saw a box of black stone. I saw a feather of fire land on snow and melt it.” . . . I faced Azriel, exposing my palms to him. “What does that mean?” Azriel’s hazel eyes churned as he studied my sister, her too-thin body. And without a word, he winnowed away. Mor watched the space where he’d been standing long after he was gone.

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.

Shadows gathered around Azriel, Elain at his side, wide-eyed at the spymaster’s display.

But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

Bruised, hurt, and bleeding out, he did.

The gray light of morning had broken over the world, mist clinging to our ankles as we headed into that camp, Azriel still cradling Elain to his chest. He dripped blood behind him the entire time—a trickle compared to the torrent that should be leaking out. Contained only by the patches of power he’d slapped on it. Help—he needed a healer immediately.

Azriel rasped, swaying on his feet, “We need Helion to get these chains off her.” Yet Elain didn’t seem to notice them as she rose up on her toes and kissed the shadowsinger's cheek. ✨️

I know Elain's heart is broken. Her engagement ruined. But I believe this is where the small seed was planted, for both of them. She's been shown what a true man/male was capable of. The "If they wanted to, they would," analogy. Azriel didn't have to risk his life for her, but he did. And he didn't let her go until she was taken from his arms.

Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option. “This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife. Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

I truly think Truth-Teller is revealing the potential mate bond they have right here. Major foreshadowing. Feyre can see it with her painter's eye, but also really because she is made? But that's a conversation for another post.

And then we have:

“You mean to tell me that you weren’t bluffing when you said you didn’t track Lucien’s every movement?” Nothing. Absolutely nothing on that face, on his scent. The shadows, whatever the hell they were, hid too well. Too much. Azriel only said coldly, “If Lucien kills Graysen, then good riddance.”

And that later escalated during his next one on one with Rhysand in ACOSF.

"I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway."

And

"I'll defeat him with little effort." Pure arrogance laced every word, but it was true.

Back to ACOFAS...we have the lovely potatoe scene. Where, clearly, there's mutual evidence of something going on between them. I think it's clear there's feelings for each other at this point.

Azriel emerged from the sitting room, a glass of wine in hand and wings tucked back to reveal his fine, yet simple black jacket and pants. I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed. But I strode to my seat—nestled between Amren and Mor—in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. Mor tensed beside me. But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.” Elain’s hands remained in midair, as if the ghost of the dish remained between them. With a blink, she lowered them, and noticed her apron. “I—I’ll be right back,” she murmured, and hurried down the hall before I could explain that no one cared if she showed up to dinner covered in flour and that she should just sit. Azriel set the potatoes in the center of the table, Cassian diving right in. Or he tried to. One moment, his hand was spearing toward the serving spoon. The next, it was stopped, Azriel’s scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Wait,” Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice. Mor gaped wide enough that I was certain the half-chewed green beans in her mouth were going to tumble onto her plate. Amren just smirked over the rim of her wineglass.

Mor and Amren know something. Or sense something, atleast. More foreshadowing.

Later, Elain's reaction to Feyre repimanding her about her behavior toward lucien says plenty about how she feels.

“He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

I handed Elain the small box with her name on it. Her smile faded as she opened it. “Enchanted gloves,” she read from the card. “That won’t tear or become too sweaty while gardening.” She set aside the box without looking at it for longer than a moment. And I wondered if she preferred to have torn and sweaty hands, if the dirt and cuts were proof of her labor. Her joy.

And again in ACOSF

Elain, the wretch, had taken the seat between Feyre and Varian, about as far from Lucien as she could get. Azriel remained in the doorway.

And we get Cassians view of her behavior towards Lucien

He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. Elain only shrank further into herself, no trace of that newfound boldness to be seen.

The scene that started this whole post:

Mor lifted, squinted at the name tag, and said, “Az, this one’s for you.” The shadowsinger’s brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present. Elain turned from where she’d been speaking to Nesta. “Oh, that’s from me.” Azriel’s face didn’t so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed— “I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.” Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous.

So careful to guard your face, shadowsinger. 😏 Then blows it after the joy takes over. 😆

Then he takes time to be with her. Late in the night.

Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea, but I sent him a silent prayer of thanks for his kindness before Rhys and I slipped upstairs.

Idk if he cares for gardening specifically, but he cares for Elain, that's for sure.

Then in ACOSF, Nesta tells us that she knows something is between them as well.

Nesta shook her head slowly, not understanding. Elain just linked her arm through Nesta’s and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it. “I was just checking on dessert,” Elain explained as they approached the doorway and Azriel. Nesta met the shadowsinger’s stare and he gave her a nod. Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral, something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly, and she gave him a shallow nod of greeting before brushing past, leading Nesta into the room.

Azriel lingered near the door, quiet enough that when Feyre and Mor began talking about some of her paintings, Nesta went over to him. “Why don’t you sit?” She leaned against the doorway beside the shadowsinger.“ My shadows don’t like the flames so much.” A pretty lie. She’d seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer. “Why did you come if it torments you so much?"

Azriel grows more protective of Elain over all this time. The stiffening. Gaze darkening. Silent raging. He's down bad.

“Because of the shit with Elain?” Azriel stilled. “What happened to Elain?” Cassian waved a hand. “A fight with Nesta. Don’t bring it up,” he warned when Azriel’s eyes darkened.

And

“Maybe you’ll become interesting at last, Elain.” Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.

ANYWAY, all this to say Death and his lovely Fawn are down bad. Smitten. Twitterpated. Dare I say fated by the Mother.

The tea started in ACOWAR and has been brewing since ACOFAS. The tea will be hot in this next book, for sure.

Thanks for reading my rambling on these two. 💖 Ready when you are, Mrs. Maas.

[jellofish-plant]

The Broken Pieces

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Summary: You and Jason Todd were inseparable as kids best friends and childhood sweethearts growing up in the dangerous streets of Gotham. But after Jason’s death and resurrection at the hands of the Joker, everything changed. Now, years later, Jason is back, scarred and hardened, and searching for the person he left behind: you. As the two of you try to rebuild the pieces of what was once a love so pure, you find that time and tragedy have a way of leaving scars that may never fully heal.

Warnings:

Emotional/Angst-heavy themes (trauma, grief, loss)

Mentions of death (Jason’s “death” and his resurrection)

Violence (Gotham-style crime-fighting)

Rekindling a relationship (slow burn romance)

Mild language

[Masterlist]

Gotham had always been a city of shadows, but to you, it had been a place full of light. Growing up in the heart of Gotham wasn’t easy, but it was bearable when you had Jason Todd by your side. He was your partner in everything your best friend, your confidant, and your first love. The two of you had grown up together, clinging to each other like you were the only things that mattered in a world that always seemed ready to tear you apart.

Your memories were full of laughter, shared secrets, and late-night talks under the stars. You could still picture the way Jason’s smile would light up his whole face, the way his hands would find yours when the world felt too big. He had always been the brave one, the one who jumped in headfirst, while you were the voice of reason. But no matter how different you were, you balanced each other perfectly.

You never thought anything could change that. But Gotham had a way of twisting things, of breaking even the most unbreakable bonds.

It had happened so fast. One minute, Jason was there, full of life and promise, and the next, he was lost to you in the worst way possible. The Joker. The explosion. Jason was dead.

You’d cried, not just for him but for the life you’d lost, for the future you’d thought you’d have. And then… then there had been a void, a silence in your life that nothing could fill. Jason was gone, and you were left to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart, trying to move forward in a city that never seemed to stop bleeding.

But Gotham, as always, had a way of surprising you.

It had been years since the night the Joker took him from you. Years of pain and heartbreak, of trying to live your life in the shadow of the memories that refused to fade. You had moved away from Gotham, away from the constant reminder of everything you had lost. But even now, the city’s grip on your heart hadn’t loosened.

That’s why, when you got the call, your heart nearly stopped.

A message. A voice. You didn’t believe it at first, couldn’t. It couldn’t be him. Jason couldn’t have come back.

But the voice on the other end of the line, even though it was gruff and filled with a pain you hadn’t heard in years, was unmistakable.

"Hey," the voice said. "It’s me. Jason."

You hadn’t realized it at the time, but your entire world had been built on the belief that Jason was lost to you forever. And now, here he was, standing at the edge of your life once more, asking you to remember the person you once were.

The day you saw him again was burned into your memory like a collision of past and present, and you weren’t sure which was more real.

You had agreed to meet at an old café in Gotham, the kind of place where time felt like it had stopped. When you stepped inside, the smell of coffee and old wood filled your senses, but it wasn’t enough to calm your nerves. Your eyes searched the room before they landed on him.

Jason.

He was sitting at a corner table, his back to the wall, as if he was still expecting someone to come from the shadows. His hair was longer now, wild and unkempt, and his eyes were darker than you remembered, shadowed with pain. He was still wearing the same leather jacket, though it had seen better days.

The moment your eyes met, time seemed to stop.

Jason stood up slowly, the motion measured but filled with an intensity you hadn’t seen in years. He didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t need to. The rawness in his eyes said it all. The hurt, the guilt, the longing.

"You're here," was all he managed, his voice rough as he ran a hand through his hair.

"How are you here?" you whispered, your breath catching in your throat. "How are you even-"

Jason took a step toward you, cutting off the question with a look. "I’m not the same. I… I can’t explain everything. But I needed to see you. Needed to know you were okay."

It was then that you saw it the crack in his armor. The vulnerability that Jason Todd rarely let anyone see. The boy you had loved so deeply, the boy who had been ripped from your life, was standing in front of you, broken and searching for something he’d lost.

But could you let yourself love him again? Could you forgive him, forgive the world that had taken him from you, only to bring him back a stranger?

"You don’t know what I’ve been through," you said, your voice shaking as you took a step back. "What we went through. You were gone, Jason. And I had to move on. I had to survive without you."

His face hardened, but his eyes remained soft. "I know," he said quietly, his voice filled with guilt. "I know I hurt you by leaving, but I never wanted to. Not like that. I didn’t ask for this. But I came back because I couldn’t live without knowing… if we could fix what was broken."

You closed your eyes, the weight of the past crashing down on you. "I don’t know if I can just… pick up where we left off, Jason."

His lips pressed together in a tight line, and for a moment, you saw the boy you used to know the one who was scared of nothing except losing the people he loved. But you weren’t the same girl anymore. And he wasn’t the same boy.

"I’m not asking you to," he replied, his voice soft. "I’m asking if we can try. I don’t know what we can be now, but I need to know if we can fix this. If there’s anything left."

You stood there in silence for a long moment, the weight of his words heavy in the air between you. The love was still there, buried beneath the years of grief, but you were both so different now. And yet, the connection remained, as strong as ever.

"I don’t know, Jason," you said finally, your voice trembling. "But maybe… maybe we can try."

And with that, the world shifted.

You didn’t have all the answers. You didn’t know if things would ever be the same. But for the first time in years, there was a possibility a glimmer of hope that the broken pieces of your past might fit together once more.

[letherightonein]

"Ok, but why does it matter that men take us seriously? You're centering men for legitimacy."

Men have oppressed women spreading the idea that we are irrational and systematically hold cognitive dissonances to optimize our survival. They are the other half of the population, and also they have virtually all the political and economical power. It would be a great political move in women's favor if those men start to take us...you know, seriously.

"You're centering men for legitimacy."

It's weird for me that the same people who support women centering men and partnering them at the same time don't show any concern on what opinion those same men have about women, and by defect, their partners.

Men are perfectly capable of seeing women as little silly deers with hyperbolic dumb ideas about women's liberation but that end up sucking dick and "knowing their place" at the end of the day.

"In my opinion, solidarity should be the central focus of feminism."

In my opinion, logic and consistency should be the core of any movement that pretends to change how things are and be taken seriously by people.

"This concept that women who trust a man in their life are the biggest detriment to feminism is not going to get anyone anywhere."

Not sure if the biggest detriment, but certaintly a weak spot. Unless feminism is not about changing the system, but a kind of dating strategy for women, or a way to pair bond with other women over trauma and oppression while still acting the same way they would with or without feminism.

"I didn't say awareness dismantled the system"

I know, not saying you did. But again, awareness -or the performance of it- doesn't change my point. Men can be aware and still do the same things men have done, the same way women are aware and still do the same things women have done.

"Awareness is enough for some women (not me) and you aren't the one to make that choice. So instead of writing a whole paragraph about how shitty and terrible it is to have a bf, how about you write a big ol' essay about how much you enjoy your life without having a man in it? Cause that would actually help dismantle the system by stoking solidarity ("I don't know why I have to explain this to a feminist")"

So, feminism is truly therapy group. Non partnered women have to support partnered women that choose willingly to engage with the oppressor, and cry and protest in the street because "How is it possible that men keep killing their partners" without questioning ever the choice those "aware" women do everyday and that put them in danger of being killed/raped/abused/exploited by their "aware" partners.

"Also you completely ignored the white people comparison 👀"

"By this logic we should consider all white people as people who uphold racism."

The difference is that race oppression relies primarily in a system. Whereas women's oppression has a systemic and domestic edge, and its core lies in reproductive control and women's bodies.

Right now women, especially in the West, have freedoms because the system has changed, but in the domestic area there are still problems. And the feminist discourse itself has been transformed around personal choices since the condition of women and their problems are, to a large extent, personal and domestic (but are repeated on a large scale).

Women have the freedom to study and work, among many other things, but still, at home, they have to deal with the typical heterosexual dynamic. For example:

"It’s so common, in fact, that 51% of my readers told me, in my most recent survey, that their male partners had coerced them into sex they didn’t want. Twelve percent say their partners have raped them." (article)

In the domestic area, women report constantly to endure violence and abuse from their partners.

It's not that any interaction with the oppressor class is detrimental or that every single individual of the oppressor class is, well, oppressive. But again, we are talking about millions of women partnering with men, millions of feminists telling themselves "he is aware", and then shit like that happen.

If u won the lottery, you won the lottery, but it's simply illogical to believe that out of 100 people, 90 sustain a system that oppress you and at the same time that an equivalent number of women are partnered with good men. It's not possible.

Getting into a straight healthy relationship with a man IS a part of radfem agenda, believe it or not. It means you actually expect the world to listen to your values and ideas and change accordingly. It means those of us who are not gay or bisexual will struggle less, and will be in less danger when seeking companionship. If you prefer separation or black pill it's fine, but it simply cannot apply to everyone - unlike the radical feminist beliefs against sexism.

🦥

[demigodsanswer]

okay what is the TUAP prompt/moment outside of one of your fic verses/timelines that you would be the most excited to write about if it was asked about? I want to read that!!

Oh! The story of Percy and Annabeth's engagement party and wedding, which is basically a nonstop series of Chase family drama. This whole idea is the result of @darkmagyk and me "yes and"ing each other for hours. I won't write it now, because it would probably be, minimum, 20,000 words.

It features:

Annabeth's step-mom making her cry at her engagement party

Percy and Annabeth running away from their own engagement party to get plastered at a dive bar

Finding Annabeth's birth mom in the dive bar

Annabeth's birth mom paying for all of Percy and Annabeth's drinks until they are blasted

Fred interrupting Percy and Annabeth during some morning sex, and not clocking at all that that's what he's done.

Fred Chase finally divorcing Annabeth's step mom

Annabeth inviting her birth mother to her wedding

Her birth mother attending the wedding

Annabeth parents rekindling something

Paul and Sally watching in shock and horror at 1-9

Percy and Annabeth finally getting married out on the beach on Long Island

Beckendorf as the officiant because they could not decide who's wedding party he got to be a part of

Them partying on the beach until midnight, and then continuing to party until about 4am.

I did draft a little bit of this, specifically #5, a while ago, so I'll drop that here. cw for some nsfw content & bondage, but mostly the snip-it is about how remarkable it is that Annabeth is known for her musicality and artistry in ballet, when her father could not possibly have worse timing.

Annabeth had several strategies for coping with anxiety before it became a panic attack. Most of them were therapist-approved grounding techniques, but her personal favorite involved asking her very handsome fiance to tie her up and make her submit to him. Or, more accurately, let her lay there while he made love to her, without her having to do anything but listen and feel how much he loved her. 

She’d started panicking that morning, recalling distantly the disastrous events of the engagement party that had ended with them fleeing their own party in favor of a hole in the wall. Percy had held her gently at first, and then kissed her, and then kissed her again. Annabeth took his hand and started to move it for him, confirming exactly what kind of grounding she wanted at that moment. 

They’d collected a few different restraints since they’d made this discovery a few years ago. But their favorite was still a long, uncut satin pointe shoe ribbon. The satin was familiar to Annabeth, and she was used to its supportive tie around her ankles. It felt secure and comforting now around her wrists. And Percy thought it made her look oh so pretty. Hungover, he decided to tie her to the headboard with a loose bow, in case either of them suddenly needed an escape. But Annabeth wasn’t feeling particularly bratty that morning, and wasn’t likely to pull on her bonds too much. 

Percy had gotten her off twice in rapid succession, keeping his mouth on her as she came, working fast to pull another orgasm out of her. When she finished, he lavished her with praise and assurances that he loved her. His mouth tasted like her. 

Annabeth looped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him into her, but he just smirked. Other days, he might have teased her for being needy, or for begging for it, but that morning he just ran a thumb along her jaw and said: “You can relax. I’ll take care of you.” And she’d melted back into the mattress, letting him do all the work. 

He’d only been inside her for a single blissful minute when there was a knock at the door. 

Percy and Annabeth exchanged the same look. They stayed totally still, as if they’d been caught fucking in Jurassic Park. 

“What the fuck --” 

“Who is that --” 

There was another knock, and then a familiar voice called out: “Annabeth are you in there?” 

Percy swore under his breath as he pulled out. Annabeth bit the inside of her lip to keep from whining as he did. 

“Thirty years,” she complained as Percy untied her. “He had thirty years to check in on me and he chose right now to start?” 

Percy kissed her forehead. He hated the idea of leaving her in bed alone mid-scene, but he wasn’t going to make her face her father in the state she was in. 

“I’ll tell him you’re asleep,” he said, getting out of bed, throwing on his robe, and quickly shuffling into the bathroom to wipe his chin with a baby wipe. He made his way through the kitchen, kicking Annabeth's discarded dress (hopefully) of the line of sight. They’d barely got in the door before he’d pressed her to the wall of their kitchen, fucking her right where she stood. He picked up her ruined panties and shoved them in the robe pocket. There was cum on his kitchen floor. What the hell had they done last night? 

Now that he didn’t have Annabeth to distract him, the headache building behind his eyes was getting worse. The only solace was that the pain made his erection fall until it wasn’t noticeable under the robe. 

Percy looked through the peephole and sure enough, his soon-to-be father-in-law was still standing there looking nervous. 

“Hey, Fred, sorry, Annabeth isn’t feeling well,” Percy said, opening the door as little as possible. 

His eyes went wide with concern. “Does she need to see a doctor? Should I help?” 

“No, no,” Percy said, holding up a hand to keep him from entering the apartment. “She’ll be okay. It’s just a hangover. We both just need to sleep it off.” 

“Oh, I’m keeping you up then?” He asked. 

The opposite really, Percy thought, lamenting his blue balls. 

“It’s alright. Annabeth is sorry about how things went last night, and she said she’ll call you later, okay?” 

“Sure. Percy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Call me if you or her need anything okay?” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to her.” 

“Right,” Fred said. But from the look on his face, Percy could tell that hadn’t reassured him. Fred tried to peak past Percy, as if Annabeth might be asleep right behind him. Percy didn’t try to block his view anymore than he already was; he was trying so hard not to be suspicious. “Sorry, it’s just that the last one said that too.” 

“Oh,” Percy said, suddenly feeling the familiar distress and rage that came with being compared to Luke. “Well, I’m actually serious about that.” 

Fred just nodded. “Make sure she drinks water,” he said. 

“Sure. I’ll make sure she calls you.” 

“Great.” 

“Great.” 

Percy finally closed the door. 

On his way back to the bedroom, he paused to get her a glass of water. 

Annabeth was pacing their bedroom, still naked. 

Percy took a long moment to admire her before handing her the water. When she finished the glass, he pulled her in for a long, deep kiss that got his motor going again. 

“How did that go?” She asked. 

“He definitely thinks I killed you and am hiding your body in here,” he tried to joke. “I told him I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, but he just said that Luke also always said that.” 

Annabeth nodded sadly. “My dad doesn’t have great timing,” she rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry he said that to you. Actually, I’m sorry my family is just … like that.” 

“It’s okay,” Percy said, even though he felt like it was certainly not okay. 

Annabeth kissed him again. “Want me to tie you up? Make you forget about everything for a little while?” She offered. 

They’d never done it that way. Percy considered it. “Maybe,” he said. 

“Get back in bed, baby,” she said, undoing his robe. “I’m not finished.”

[korgidorgi]

Mel Medarda x Winged!Reader Headcannons!

Before I begin:

I’ve just had a LOT of ideas for this one OC I’ve crafted. I guess I just want to write a bunch of my favorite headcannons/prompts in my head. So I think I’ll be posting little drabbles about different happenings. They’re all part of the same story, the same people and same relations. Guess I just wanted to share this character with you :)

There’s a bit of everything, some fluff, some angst, some rambling. All from different times too. I don’t know what order I’ll post them, or if it’ll be clear when they happen. It’s more of a personal thing, just wanting to get my ideas down and being able to share them. I guess it also helps me develop the character and story a bit more.

I think I’ll have this post be the “headcannons” list post, but I will put links to other oneshots/drabbles with the prompts if/when I post them. And I’ll probably update this post as I add more oneshots that weren’t originally on the list :)

Please also understand that these updates will be random, I’m not the best with sticking to projects, let alone have much time to work on this. But I’ll be chipping away at it. Thank you guys for reading and keeping up with me! Anyways, on with the post!

Mel Medarda x You

Meeting back when she was first cast out of Noxus by her mother.

You’d been on your own journey to Piltover, ultimately running into Mel’s transport. It also just so happens to have both of you guys enemies trying to track you two down. It’s a whole thing that the two of you bond over, given you’re now stuck together. In the end, you part ways, Mel joining Topside and you disappearing into the Undercity.

You acquire your wings during your time in the Undercity. It wasn’t the most… pleasant experience.

The addition of your wings gives birth to a new persona, a new purpose for you: King Raven. Silco and the Chem-Barons fucking hate King Raven.

Meeting with Mel again (S2). You finally catch up with her, getting to know her once again.

When the two of you have downtime, she’ll preen your feathers. It’s one of her favorite activities with you when you’re both lazing around.

Draping a wing over her shoulders if she’s cold. Wrapping both of your wings around the two of you when you hug her. Using your wings to protect her.

Her mother hates you. Despite witnessing you protect her daughter, she refuses to believe in you, trust you, like you, accept you. This leads to conflict with the warlord. Especially when she discovers that Mel has disappeared.

If you’re hurt, Mel always tends to your wounds, no matter how much you try to fight her on it.

“It’s just a scratch, Mel, I’m fine—“ you protest, though your wince gives you away as she touches the wound.

It’s clearly worse than ‘just a scratch’.

“Just shut up and let me take care of you.” She manages to persuade you, sitting you down on a chair so she can mend your wound.

[ilovepersephoneprice]

Tbosas mentors and their pets

(according to my headcanons)

Androcles Anderson - German shepherd

- family pet, the dog's as old as him, loves the old boy to bits

Gaius Breen - goldfish

- his parents would not trust him to keep anything else alive, and as much as people laughed at it, he loved that fish

Urban Canville - ball python

- thought it was cool, has no emotion attachment to it, takes good care of it though

Livia Cardew - cocker spaniel

- fell in love with the puppy and brought it home, kept it perfectly groomed and pampered, her father hates it but her and her mother gush over it

Arachne Crane - female tuxedo cat

- diva recognised diva and have been serving together ever since

Festus Creed - American pit bull terrier

- festus is a piece of shit. someone rescue that dog.

Clemensia Dovecote - tortoiseshell cat

- gave a speech to her parents in an effort to persuade them into letting her get a pet, they took her to the pet store and she instantly bonded with this one cat. The cat has bitten and scratched Coriolanus, and only Coriolanus, every time he went near it so Coriolanus has a mutual beef with a literal cat. And Clemensia pertains her cat is an angel and can do no wrong (I'm on her side)

Dennis Fling - scuffy grey little dog

- family dog, cares for it but has no real attachment, does his part to help out with it

Florus Friend - do plants count?

- he's busy with his plants

Pliny Harrington - bearded dragon

- got it at 12 years old because he loved (and still does) reptiles and his father wanted to give him something, perfect lizard dad

Hilarius Heavensbee - white toy poodle

- family dog, found solace in the fluff prancing around his family's mansion because it was his only company some/most days

Io Jasper - none

- her parents nor her particularly liked animals but she found Pliny's lizard cool

Palmyra Monty - bunny

- adored the little puff ball with floppy ears

Iphigenia Moss - tabby cat

- childhood pet, bundled the cat up in her arms when she cried and spoke to the cat like it was a person

Juno Phipps - black cat

- never fed it at the same time every day but did love and care for it

Sejanus Plinth - none

- Ma knew he'd get super attached and literally kill himself if the pet died so they just avoided that whole issue

Persephone Price - had a cockatiel that died during the war, still has a jack russell from after the war

- her mother taught the bird tricks and Persephone would giggle over its chirps and displays with Nero as a little girl

- came home with the rescued jack russell one day and Nero made his opinions clear that he didn't want it and wouldn't care for it (which, he stuck to the not caring for it statement) but Nero and the dog often fell asleep together on the couch

Apollo and Diana - leopard gecko

- Diana picked it as a pet, kept its enclosure in her room, fed it, was the complete carer and the one time she left Apollo alone with it for 5 minutes, it dropped its tail and he freaked

Vipsania Sickle - female border collie and male ginger cat

- trained to absolute perfection and always so excited to laid with her in her bed when allowed inside

- loves him endlessly doesn't hesitate to call him a bastard when deserved

Coriolanus Snow - .....

- .....

Lysistrata Vickers - none

- nothing against animals, just didn't want to take care of one

Domitia Whimsiwick - pug

- family dog, loved him, nothing too special

(please tell me if there's any canon things that go against these or if you just want to converse about them!!)

[thelibraryoferebor]

Rarepairs for When You Wanna Switch it Up

Woah, it's been a while since I posted, but I still haven't stopped reading tolkienverse fics, so I have a large backlog of fics to recommend. It's just the matter of getting them on a list and to you guys that's the trick...For your sanity I encourage you to consider this blog all but retired, even though I am going to try to get out the lists that I've had in the works for a while.

This list is basically what it says: rarepairs. Except, rarepair doesn't actually mean that the pairings are all that rare, just that the central pairing isn't Thilbo, Gigolas, or Barduil, since that's what I recommend the most of!

Enjoy!

~H

Spaces Between Us by Linguistic Jubilee 

|| general - 7.9k - completed - Di/D ||

Thorin pauses. “You have to understand that what I am about to say is so uncomfortable for me that I would almost rather fight the white orc again than continue, but. Dis. You must be blind if you cannot see that Dwalin stares at you the way you stare at him.”

Notes: Ok. So. I love Dis/Dwalin so much. Like I'm not even sure entirely why, but I adore it. This fic especially kinda like encapsulates all the lovely feels of the two of them and I think does really well by both characters and is just so worth reading. Even if you're initially iffy on the ship idea, give it a shot, you won't regret it. Also, mayhaps be looking at a whole Dis/Dwalin post in the future.

In Loving You With My Whole Heart by Lapin 

|| teen - 11.3k - completed - F/O ||

After the song comes on the radio, Ori is determined not to forgive Fíli. But it's not the first song Fíli has written about him, and it likely won't be the last.

Rock Band AU

Notes: This fic guys. It's just. So cute. And I love the Ori centric POV. It's desperately romantic and angsty all at the same time. I want more.

Fear and Family (Or, the One Where Kíli Is the Sensible One) by Lumeleo

|| general - 43.7k - completed - F/O;K/Ta;T/B ||

After the Battle of Five Armies, Bilbo isn't sure of his welcome in the mountain, and thus returns to the Shire as soon as he can. Somewhat to his surprise, Ori goes with him -- but it turns out Ori has his own reasons for leaving Erebor behind. Well, Bilbo's quite used to being the talk of the Shire.

The line of Durin might suffer of thick skulls, but fortunately Kíli is less stubborn than his uncle and brother, and decides to fix things, even if that means taking his newlywed wife for a ride all the way to the Shire and beyond. Of course, he doesn't yet know what he'll see there -- but he does know how to fix things. Even if it means giving up his claim to the throne.

(Let's not kid ourselves -- that's his favourite part.)

Notes: This is a bit of a fandom classic, tbh. I think that Kili is, tbh, the best part of this fic. He's so fun to read and I love the relationship between him and Tauriel (ofc) but also between him and Ori and Bilbo. The bond between Bilbo and Ori is also perfection.

One Hit by littlebrownshoe (Wolfy_Tales) 

|| general - 7.9k - completed - D/O ||

Dwalin was so busy making sure Thorin understood the gifts Bilbo graced the king with that he did not give much time to think over the items Ori gave him. It took the scribe giving Dawlin a punch to get him to finally realize.

Notes: Awww, Dwalin. That's how I felt for most of the fic, though sometimes it became an arghhh Dwalin instead. Definitely worth reading.

Settling Down by Shay_Moonsilk 

|| general - 1.8k - completed - F/O;D/N ||

Dori wants his brothers to settle down with a nice dwarf, but will he like the ones they chose?

Spoiler: Yes he does.

Notes: DORI!! He's so cool. So protective. So traumatized. I love him. And how much he cares for his brothers. Their relationship is explored and discussed in such a lovely way in this fic and I <333333 it.

I’ve Been Looking for You by Resacon1990 

|| teen - 28k - completed - D/O;T/B;D/N;Bo/N ||

It starts on the wrist when you're young. The first words your soulmate will ever say to you are tattooed in a colour, red, green, yellow, blue, any colour each with their own meaning, and the day they're said and the moment you touch your soulmate is the moment they travel up to settle on your forearm.

Five stories, five different bonds, five endings.

Notes: This fic I read a long time ago, but I remember enjoying. I believe that it follows each pair in it's own chapter which is cool. But it also has a lot of interesting discussions about soulmates and almost the impracticality (???) of it, or the ways in which the system is imperfect.

A Perfect Match by Chamelaucium 

|| general - 38.4k - completed - D/O;Bo/N;T/B ||

Bilbo tries his hand at match-making. What he doesn't expect is to find his perfect match in the process...

Notes: This is a classic trope. Almost the reverse of the Dwalin trying to get Bilbo and Thorin together fic from above. Def worth your time, a sweet little thing that just makes you feel fluffy.

In Carven Oak by bubbysbub 

|| not rated - 26.3k - completed - T/B/D ||

It's Yule time when Bilbo arrives back in the Shire- with a host of Dwarrow at his back, the sentimental lugs. Except now the assorted Aunts and Uncles have gotten quite the wrong idea in their excited interrogation, and he's stuck pretending that he's married a few of the hairy fellows.

If he could just get through the assorted required Baggins and Took social events without outing himself as a complete fibber or drunkenly attempting to kiss Dwalin and Thorin under the mistletoe, it may just be a Yule miracle.

Another attempt at writing a common trope fic that went completely off the rails.

Notes: Ok so I know this is still technically Thilbo, but it also includes Dwalin who is epic. I really love how casually the polyamory is treated in this and I think that it is a great introduction to polyamorous ships in fanfiction if you're curious about it.

Heavy with Many Burdens by moonbeam (luvsbitca)

|| mature - 39.8k - completed - D/O;T/B ||

Bilbo leaves Thorin and the company following Thorin’s words before the BoTFA unaware that he is taking more from their relationship than a broken heart. Months later Dwalin finds Bilbo in need of help in the Shire when he is delivering Bilbo’s share of the treasure. He remains in the Shire unaware that he is leaving Ori behind in a precarious situation.

Notes: This is such a sweet fic with Dwalin and Bilbo's relationship especially feeling particularly special. Poor Ori and Thorin, though. It all ends well in the end, though!

Back in My Right Place by frodomybeloved (rosequartzstars) 

|| general - 11.2k - completed - Fr/S;T/B ||

When Frodo is sick in time for Bilbo and Thorin's visit from Erebor, they spend an evening watching over him, along with a presence that has never left his side: Sam Gamgee. It is Sam who finally puts Frodo on the road to recovery with the unlikeliest of remedies— a kiss.

Eleven years later, Frodo is recovering at Rivendell, after being mortally wounded by the Witch King at Weathertop. He has been asleep for three nights, and already Sam fears he might never awaken. But when all looks dire, the same cure might be the thing to restore Frodo to life.

A story of two parallel evenings, years apart, created from art by YamBits (#98) for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2021.

Notes: One extended word: awwwwwww.

[wlwitchofwhitestone]

Also now that they've finally kissed at least the rest of fandom will catch up that they've been together the whole time. We told y'all from day one, that's a qpr. They weren't oblivious. Imogen knew Laudna had other priorities - when it came to romance, not to her - and knew exactly what Laudna was okay with. And she waited until she couldn't know, until things had changed and she had to take Laudna at her word instead, and that's what made it matter and I'm just saying. We've been here the whole time having to watch people beg every week for something to become canon that was there from the start. Watched beauj*s start to play out all over again as people swore up and down these two "lesbians" (that's a whole other post) were madly in love and hadn't realized it. Turns out they knew exactly what they were, like we said. You could've saved a lot of time if you'd realized that a kiss isn't what makes a ship canon. I've had a great 65 episodes of a canon ship away from the mainstream fascination with saying things like "whatever they've got going on," but welcome aboard.

[lia404]

"Ai, living has no answer."

"When we're in pain, we search for an answer to feel better. A concise, absolute answer. But if you really want an answer… it's that there is no answer. There are no absolute in this world. Even if we think there is, in the end, it'll only make us feel better for a moment.

If there are no absolute, then what's left?

Bonds. Bonds between individuals. Bonds between one another. That's all there is.

That also changes with time. A huge trigger can cause a huge change. Bonds may be severed. But new bonds can also be formed. So living is a series of bonds.

That's what life is.

I have to do that forever?

Yes.

That's a lot of work.

Yeah.

I'd need to be so strong.

That's why people become stronger. That occasionally leads to conflicts. But even if that happens, we have to keep fighting. Keep searching for bonds, even if there's no answer.

You can't rush living."

So I saw on MyFigureCollection that October 13 was maybe possibly Yusaku's birthday, although I couldn't find any reliable source for this. I'd have loved to do something nice and light-hearted for the occasion, but I'm still feeling too strongly about it all. So here you are instead: Happy (maybe) Birthday, Yusaku! Please have some trauma to go with your trauma. Here's to another year of fending off expectations and looking for your own life and its non-answers with eyes wide open and always filled with hope.

[stellar-jay]

i think the real victim of the ending of fool's fate is molly, who is inevitably going to have her husband of however many years, stepfather to her 8 children, break it to her that he needs to leave for an indeterminate amount of time to go save the world with his best friend that she has never met and doesnt know that much about who it turns out is his literal soulmate

[4esthetic-dissonance]

at first I was like 'Obi Wan can have an intervention by Temple Healers. As a treat.' and did a little fic about Qui Gonn having to handle shit on Telos with Feemor and a Grand Padawan while Obi Wan fucking FINALLY got a little sympathy and help for what he went through on Melida/Daan (And Galla. AND Phindar. AND all the shit before he even got picked up as a Padawan).

But, uh. Well now I can't help thinking 'How much worse can I make things for him if I give him a relationship with Dooku before he fell?'.

[aemiron-main]

Thinking about baby patty 20 dead 40 wounded

[gayofthefae]

Thinking about the roller rink fight and how it totally gave the energy of Mike walking off and leaving Will there like Will did to Mike in season 3 but it actually was not that at all like Mike literally said “let’s just find her” and then walked off assuming Will would follow bc he just invited him to and then Will followed him and later when they re-enter they are still together.

Ig my point it just kinda changes the dynamic in my head to think about them fighting and then just going back to checking spots and checking in with each other and saying “not here” “not there either” “any new ideas?” like just...right after fighting

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight