#alright i'm going to sleep now

[ameliestarry]

Jevil my beloved, my goober, my husbando, my skrunkly, my everything omg...

Oh anyways have this lil fanart of jevil I did ^^

[stormdragon23]

5 times Choi Jong-In looked out for Baek Yoon-Ho + 1 time he didn't

Finally finished the first chapter

Full chapter also posted below:

Baek Yoon-Ho hated dealing with the media.

Yoon-Ho always tried to avoid answering their meaningless questions, especially since the reporters were irritating with their methods. The questions they were currently asking him were about someone he didn’t even know. 

However, he couldn’t help the frown deepening on his face as the reporters continued prodding him for answers, despite him telling them that he had nothing to say.

As he grew increasingly frustrated at the insistent questions, Yoon-Ho heard the familiar baritone voice speaking to the reporters.

“Mr. Lee Min-Sung has already signed a contract with the Fiend Guild,” Choi Jong-In responded politely. “Guild Master Baek and I are here for something else today.”

Disappointed, the journalists stopped questioning them, though that didn’t deter the photographers from snapping pictures of them.

While Yoon-Ho was relieved with the reporters no longer hounding them, he despised how Choi Jong-In was here for Sung Jin-Woo as well. He had already seen the redhead when the new S-Rank was getting re-evaluated the first time.

Yoon-Ho knew the other guild master wasn’t completely unaffected by the presence of a press conference like he was pretending he was though. He could see the way Choi Jong-In squinted slightly at the flashes of the cameras since the mage was sensitive to such lights, despite his efforts to hide his discomfort behind a polite smile. The media may not have noticed it, but Yoon-Ho could with his enhanced senses and far too much experience dealing with the other man.

Shifting so that he was close enough to the shorter man to speak to him without being overheard, Yoon-Ho casually mentioned the most recent news he heard about the Hunters Guild.

“I heard,” the taller man began with a grin. “The Hunters Guild also had a close call.”

The Hunters Association tried to keep the matter quiet due to Sung Jin-Woo’s involvement as someone who has not yet been announced as an S-Rank. However, it wasn’t hard to find out what had happened after actively looking into it. After all, it was difficult to keep people quiet, especially with that many people there.

Yoon-Ho had a satisfied smile after watching the mage’s smile slightly fade after hearing what Yoon-Ho had said. However, his moment of triumph was short-lived.

“Well, at least we didn’t lose any A-Rank recruits like the White Tiger Guild did,” Choi Jong-In said casually.

Yoon-Ho scowled at the other guild master’s response as the deceptively kind smile Choi Jong-In typically had came back.

Yoon-Ho took a moment to calm himself, especially since people were still photographing them. 

“It seems we both received help from that hunter,” Yoon-Ho stated instead as he glanced at the crowd.

The other man hummed in agreement. “If he hadn’t been there, the entire second-tier team would not have survived. Which is why...”

Choi Jong-In said as he turned to take a step toward Yoon-Ho and looked up at him in a confident manner. “We want to recruit him to our guild. It would only be right for us to do so.”

Yoon-Ho grinned mockingly at the shorter man as he also stepped closer until his forehead nearly touched the other guild master’s. 

“Our guild has lost members, so it would make more sense for us to recruit him to enhance our forces.”

Choi Jong-In grinned back at him as he narrowed his eyes, visibly alight with mana that caused them to shine a bright magenta even behind his glasses. 

“Why would you need an S-Rank to enhance your forces? Are you trying to start something?”

“I could say the same to you. Since when did you do what’s morally right?”

As Choi Jong-In was going to respond, another voice interrupted their dispute.

“What’s up, you two? Are you arguing over Minsung?” Lim Tae-Gyu laughed as he approached them, grinning.

What the hell is he talking about?

Yoon-Ho was already dealing with one annoying guild master sticking his nose into something he didn’t need to. He didn’t need another one to prevent him from recruiting Sung Jin-Woo to his guild.

“I don't give a damn about Lee Min-Sung, or whatever his name is!”

The response took Lim Tae-Gyu aback as he looked at them.

“Gee, what’s up with you two?”

Yoon-Ho paused briefly as he realized Choi Jong-In had said the same thing he had as he turned to look at the other man. The redhead smirked at him, causing Yoon-Ho to scowl at him.

“Oh, it’s not something you need to be concerned with right now,” Choi Jong-In replied to Lim Tae-Gyu. “Maybe you will a little later.” 

He then walked past the Fiend Guild’s guild master with Yoon-Ho following him, leaving behind Lim Tae-Gyu who was more confused than before.

The two S-Ranks walked past the reporters into the building. Yoon-Ho sighed in relief as the noise of the group and flashes of lights were dulled by the doors, and he could see Choi Jong-In relax slightly as well with the way tension visibly left his shoulders.

“How did you know Sung Jin-Woo was an S-Rank?” Yoon-Ho questioned the mage as they walked further inside the building, away from the chaos outside. As far as Yoon-Ho knew, Sung Jin-Woo tried to keep his information as hidden as possible. The only reason he knew was because Ahn Sang-Min got involved with him, which led to him meeting the other hunter at the Red Gate. 

“Hm?” Choi Jong-In looked at him with an innocent smile while tilting his head to the side to look up at Yoon-Ho. “Oh, I have my ways of finding out.”

Yoon-Ho narrowed his eyes at Choi Jong-In’s response. The most likely answer was that he was near the building where Sung Jin-Woo had retested out of pure coincidence. He didn’t know why it was so difficult for the mage to answer such a simple question. Giving vague answers was just one of the reasons he found Choi Jong-In so annoying to converse with.

“The Hunters Guild must be doing very well if you can afford to have the time to do such research.”

Yoon-Ho knows Choi Jong-In would work 24/7 if he didn’t need to eat or sleep just to survive and if it was socially acceptable. Even Woo Jin-Chul didn’t work to that extent, and the chief inspector was, unfortunately, given a lot of work against his will.

The S-Rank mage hardly engaged in matters that didn’t concern his guild, so it was strange how quickly he found Sung Jin-Woo, who was just an E-Rank before his re-evaluation.

“Well, I need to be aware of everything that involves hunters to look after my guild matters properly. But I’m sure you’re already aware of that as a guild master yourself,” Choi Jong-In said with a sly smile.

As Yoon-ho narrowed his eyes at the mage, he heard footsteps steadily getting louder in their direction. Even before he looked to see who it was, he could already feel the great yet familiar mana presence of the person.

Turning his attention to the figure approaching them, he saw Chairman Go Gunhee approaching them with a smile.

“Good morning, Chairman Go Gun-Hee,” Choi Jong-In greeted with a bow, a gentle smile quickly replacing his earlier sly smile. 

Yoon-Ho also bowed as the chairman greeted them.

“Good morning. Are you two here for the new S-Rank hunter?” Go Gun-Hee questioned.

“We are,” Yoon-Ho stated. He didn’t see a reason to lie as there wasn’t any other reason for either of them to be here. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Choi Jong-In was glancing at him for answering the question for both of them.

“I’m afraid you’ve come rather early. He won’t be arriving for another hour,” Go Gun-Hee informed them.

“I’m fine with waiting,” Yoon-Ho replied. He decided not to answer for the other guild master as he didn’t seem to appreciate the thought.

“As am I,” Choi Jong-In answered with a smile that seemed slightly more genuine than before.

Go Gun-Hee smiled warmly at the two of them. “Is there any reason why the two of you came together?”

Yoon-Ho was so taken aback by the question that he didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t until he heard Choi Jong-In clearing his throat after a few moments that he realized the chairman was still waiting for an answer.

“We just happened to arrive at the same time,” Choi Jong-In stated with a nearly imperceptible strain in his voice. “It was not our intention to enter together.”

“Ah, of course. You two always seem to be with each other so often that I assumed you came together. My apologies.”

If Yoon-Ho wasn’t embarrassed before the chairman’s most recent comment, he certainly was now. He didn’t even want to see how Choi Jong-In reacted to hearing that.

He couldn’t help the fact that they always seemed to run into each other, no matter how much Yoon-Ho tried to avoid it. Every time there was an issue with ownership of gates or recruiting highly ranked hunters, the sly fox would be there, smiling like he had not done anything wrong. 

The three of them exchanged more words regarding their guilds until Go Gun-Hee excused himself first.

As the chairman walked away, Yoon-Ho took the opportunity to glance at the other guild master, who was now looking at his phone, from the corner of his eye.

He didn’t know how much Choi Jong-In knew of the Red Gate incident that Sung Jin-Woo helped with or if the mage knew he had been trying to recruit him for a while, but Yoon-Ho was certain Choi Jong-In already knew far more than he needed to know.

The White Tiger Guild had claimed the number one spot among the major guilds soon after Yoon-Ho had left the Fiend Guild. Yoon-Ho needed help in creating the guild, but it was still an accomplishment he was proud of. 

Then the fire mage came out of nowhere and rose in the ranks before quickly claiming the spot of the top guild in Korea. And if that wasn’t infuriating enough, Choi Jong-In acted as if he didn’t know what Yoon-Ho was referring to when Yoon-Ho finally accepted the Hunters Guild overtaking the White Tiger Guild enough to congratulate the other guild master. He knew the mage was more than aware of what he was congratulating him for.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Baek?”

Yoon-Ho blinked until he realized that Choi Jong-In had stopped looking at his phone and was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow, his ruby eyes appearing to almost glimmer in amusement, possibly as a result of his glasses.

“It’s nothing,” Yoon-Ho stated as he looked forward again to compose himself.

The Hunters Guild’s guild master stared at him but didn’t get the chance to say anything as he head Go Gun-Hee approaching them with the newest S-Rank hunter.

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Yoon-Ho couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw Sung Jin-Woo leap over the reporters and disappear from their sight. He knew for certain that the hunter was not that powerful when he saw him before-

“Baek, your eyes??”

Yoon-Ho was startled upon hearing Choi Jong-In’s voice and realized he had accidentally used his Eyes of the Beast.

“Ah! M-my apologies,” Yoon-Ho muttered as he quickly covered his eyes and turned away until his eyes returned to normal.

He didn’t understand how Sung Jin-Woo had become stronger than when he had last seen the hunter. Sung Jin-Woo had awakened a long time ago, so it didn’t make sense for him to become even stronger than before. 

Could he be a hunter who can constantly level up?

Just as he had reached that conclusion, the same voice broke through his train of thought.

“Excuse me, Mr. Baek? Are you alright?” Choi Jong-In asked as he moved closer to Yoon-Ho, concern evident in his voice which sounded somewhat softer than his usual tone.

Yoon-Ho turned and stared at the other guild master for a brief moment before looking elsewhere. He must have shocked him with his Eyes of the Beast if Choi Jong-In, the man he has always known to be impeccable in controlling his demeanor, made the mistake of dropping the honorific he used to address him. 

Yoon-Ho shook his head as he rubbed his temples. 

“I just got light-headed for a moment. I’m fine.”

He could feel Choi Jong-In’s acute gaze on him, scrutinizing his appearance which Yoon-Ho knew was less than ideal, especially for someone as observant as the mage. He knows the mage didn’t believe him, but Choi Jong-In didn’t question him further. 

“You’re still young,” Choi Jong-In finally stated lightly. “You should take care of yourself more.”

Yoon-Ho didn’t reply and could barely pay attention to what the redhead was saying as he looked in the direction Sung Jin-Woo had taken off in. As he thought of the possibility of Sung Jin-Woo getting even stronger than he was now, he closed his eyes to regain his composure but couldn’t suppress the shiver he felt overcome his body. 

Yoon-Ho was so lost in his thoughts and taken aback by the discovery of the extent of Sung Jin-Woo’s strength that he was startled by a sudden warmth against his forehead.

Looking down, he became aware of Choi Jong-In holding a hand against his forehead, likely to check his temperature. He wasn’t sure if he could even tell if Yoon-Ho’s temperature was normal based on how warm his hand felt, but the redhead’s furrowed eyebrows and worried ruby eyes snapped Yoon-Ho out of his thoughts again.

Yoon-Ho quickly pulled away from the shorter man and realized that the Hunters Guild’s guild master had somehow gotten him back inside the building, including closing the door to give them privacy. He had not felt Choi Jong-In taking him inside and realized that he was more affected by Sung Jin-Woo’s mana than he had expected.

The redhead blinked at him before lowering his hand and taking a step back as if to give Yoon-Ho space as he adjusted his glasses, hiding his face from view briefly with his hand. Raising his head back up, he looked at Yoon-Ho once again before seemingly judging him to be well enough.

“You should head home,” Choi Jong-In told him in a steady voice, any trace of concern he had gone from his face. “It’s not good for you to overwork yourself.”

Yoon-Ho didn’t get a chance to respond as the redhead turned to take an exit that wasn’t swarmed with reporters. He could only watch him silently before walking toward a different exit to his car.

Any thoughts he had about Sung Jin-Woo were replaced with ones about Choi Jong-In. Despite knowing what the mage’s intentions were a large majority of the time, it was moments like this that Yoon-Ho didn’t understand him.

Choi Jong-In didn’t attempt to figure out what was going on like he normally did, always having to know everything despite it being none of his business. 

There was also obvious concern he had in his strikingly ruby eyes that couldn’t be hidden behind his vibrant red bangs and glasses. And the way the mage continued to check to see if Yoon-Ho was okay and went so far as to shield him from public view, despite gaining nothing from doing so.

He had never seen Choi Jong-In express that much emotion in front of anyone, especially him, other than the time Yoon-Ho had gone to his office to speak with him about the Jeju raid. Even then, the other guild master had turned to look out the window when he was struggling to keep his composure before turning back to him once he was calm again.

For the mage’s sake, Yoon-Ho never mentioned how even though Choi Jong-In wasn’t looking at him, he could see the pain on his face from his reflection in the glass window. 

Yoon-Ho wondered if Choi Jong-In had some hidden agenda like he typically did when discussing guild matters. It wouldn’t be the first time the other guild master did such a thing to get what he wanted. He didn’t get the Hunters Guild to become the top guild in Korea by being kind to people after all.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he got inside his car, thinking he was overanalyzing the other’s actions. The redhead was likely just worried about him losing control of his powers after seeing his Eyes of the Beast suddenly appear for no apparent reason. 

As S-Ranks, they were already seen as monsters in a sense with how their power was immeasurable. They didn’t need civilians seeing his beast-like eyes to add to the rumors people liked to spread about them. It made sense for someone like Choi Jong-In, who took great care in his appearance to the public, to not want Yoon-Ho to tarnish that reputation.

He couldn’t remember when Choi Jong-In had last seen his eyes like that unless they happened to be raiding together, which was rare. There was nothing else the mage could want from him other than for him to be more cautious around other people since they were both S-Ranks, so when one of them acted out of line, it would reflect poorly on all of them. 

When Hwang Dong-Soo left for America, their reputation as S-Ranks took a hit, and false rumors about them started circulating. It was only thanks to Cha Hae-In’s awakening as an S-Rank soon after that people stopped spreading so many rumors. However, it didn’t prevent them from trying to find reasons to get more information on them.

There was no other reason for Choi Jong-In to be interested in him if they didn’t affect the man himself. After all, they could barely be around one another without having some sort of disagreement.

Yoon-Ho sighed as he got into his car and loosened the tie around his neck to allow himself to finally breathe properly. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need to deal with all this drama anymore, whether it was the reporters, more S-Rank matters, or Choi Jong-In.

[bobfloydsbabe]

Um... I–the Librarian!Bob AU one-shot is going to be so freaking long. It's currently sitting at 3.1k words, and I'm only just finishing it up the first section.

Enjoy this snippet of Bob nervously tidying

[devidementia]

haha wait

am I........actually going to have a valentine

[saturday-byte]

Hello solar opposites nation . How we doing

[hailsatanacab]

For the prompt ask game!

9. Sleep deprivation and/or 37. Secret Relationship and/or 40. Identity reveal/major secret reveal

(I selected a few so you can chose the one that resonates the most.)

For any DPxDC characters. <3

*emerges from a google docs, covered in blood and panting* i did it... it is done.

thank you for the prompt!! because i love a challenge, or because i can't stop myself, i went and did all of them!! for everyone!! everyone is sleep deprived and everyone is revealing secrets ^^'

Danny/Tim, mentioned Jazz/Jason

(๑•́ ₃ •̀���) enjoy!! prompt ask game

kid napping

“Red Robin, sound off. Status?”

“All good here, Oracle. Everything okay?”

It’s been a slow night, never a good sign. Pent up energy itches under his skin and he stretches when he stands, preparing for whatever Oracle is going to throw his way. It’s going to be something, he can tell.

“Good.” Relief briefly colours her voice answers, before she becomes serious again, keys clacking away in the background. “There’s been a report from Agent A. It appears that one Timothy Drake has been kidnapped and is being ransomed for five million dollars and a helicopter. I’m tracing the call now.”

“A helicopter, too? Kidnappers these days, used to be they just wanted their money and that would be the end of it… a fucking helicopter, wow.” Red Hood scoffs, and Red Robin can’t help but join in the laughter over the comms.

“Doesn’t exactly sound like these are the brightest tools in the shed now, does it, Hood? Wonder what poor schmuck they’ve got instead.” Nightwing says, slightly out of breath. 

The smile slips off Red Robin’s face and clammy, cold dread shivers down his spine. A stone settles in his stomach. He wets his lips and clears his throat. “Oracle, can you pull up the CCTV on my apartment near WE? Any closer to tracing the call?”

“Still on the trace, they’re using a jammer. Agent A is cooperating so they should phone back soon, which will help.” she reports, falling into silence as he finds the video feed.

“You know who it is?”

“I hope not.”

It’s tense, he taps his feet on the rooftop, fingers tightening over his grapple as he fights the urge to fly off the roof and check for himself. It better not be him. Please, dear God, don’t let it not be him.

“What are you thinking, Red Robin?” Batman growls through the comms. Red Robin can hear the wind under his words, whipping fast as he no doubt makes his way over to his position.

“I had a, uh, a friend coming over tonight. From behind, he… he could be mistaken for Tim Drake.”

The jokes fall silent, the comms growing serious as they pick up on his tone.

“Well, fuck.” 

“Eloquent as always, Hood.”

“Shut up, bat-brat.”

“You were right, Red Robin, it looks like it was your… friend they caught, instead. About two hours before the call came in. I’m following their van now, I should have the destination soon. In the meantime, it looks like they’re heading towards the docks.”

Red Robin throws himself off the building, shooting his grapple as low as he dares to get the fastest swing he can. 

They have Danny. 

Worry gnaws at his gut even as gravity pulls it into his throat with another swing.

Danny is… And Red Robin means this in the nicest way possible, but Danny is fragile. They haven’t talked about it, but RR knows that Danny has health problems. Something plaguing him since he was young, that’s landed him in the hospital more than once. A weak heart, far too slow to be normal, possibly chronic fatigue—he’s always so tired, falling asleep anywhere he can.

Sometimes, he doesn’t even need to put his head down. Once, when they had gone to the corner store to get some popcorn to enjoy their movie (which Danny had explicitly and repeatedly promised he wouldn’t snore through this time), Danny had rested his head on Tim’s shoulder while they were waiting and he’d just… gone. On his feet, asleep, just like that.

He’d laughed, when Tim woke him up. Apologised. Said Tim made him feel safe enough to fall asleep just about anywhere and—

Red Robin grits his teeth and corrects his course as Oracle updates them with more precise coordinates.

Tim had carried him home that night, piggy-back for four blocks, but by the end of it, he wasn’t tired at all. And that’s another thing, Danny’s just so light. It’s concerning.

They never did watch that movie, but it’s a night that Tim can’t help remembering fondly all the same. They’d ended up rewatching some old sitcom that Danny’s seen countless times but Tim’s never really bothered with, Danny drifting off to sleep again and Tim eventually following him, because… sleep is easy with Danny.

It’s the same for him, he thinks. He can’t explain it, but he feels safe enough to sleep with Danny, too.

He needs to be alright.

“So… Is this friend just a friend? Or a friend friend?” 

“A friend, Nightwing. Now hurry up.”

He’s not in the mood to play these games, not now. There’s a reason why none of them know about Danny, and this is one of them. His family, as much as he loves them, are just too damn nosey for their own good.

“You know that doesn’t answer my question at all.”

“Then why don’t you ask something intelligible, rather than continue with your childish antics?” Robin snarks, and for once, Red Robin has to agree with him. Or, rather, he’s grateful for the distraction that it gives him.

Tim has secrets. He’s sure that Danny does, too, and so far—aside from the standard background check he always runs on new friends and friend friends alike—he’s done very well to respect them. He just can’t say that his family would do the same.

They can be overwhelming, to say the least, and Tim has tried his best to protect Danny from that.

Only to fail to protect him in every other way that it counts.

“How long have you guys been ‘friends’?”

“Nightwing, save it, please.”

“What’s his name?”

He ignores him.

Red Robin lands on the building first, thank goodness. He wastes no time in finding a skylight that can be pried open fairly quietly, slipping inside without a second thought.

“Wait for backup, Red Robin, that is an order!” Batman says, when he lets them know he’s in.

“Negative, Batman. I’m getting him back.”

“Red Robin!”

He weaves silently through the desks on the second floor of the warehouse, always moving, always keeping a trained eye on the shadows around him.

When he reaches the stairs, he hears voices.

“Looks like three of them, armed. The-the hostage is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, he…” Red Robin takes a steadying breath. The person has a burlap sack over their head is slumped to the side, from where he is, Red Robin can’t see if his chest is moving. There’s blood on the floor. “He needs medical assistance. Another two on the northside entrance.”

The comms explode in admonitions, everyone pleading with him to stay where he is, to wait for help, but fuck that. With a tap, he switches them off and he can finally, just about make out the words of the kidnappers as he creeps down the first few steps.

“—shouldn’t he have woken up by now?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re the one that hit him! Do you think he’s—”

“No! I didn’t even hit him that hard, I swear!” the man cries, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just couldn’t take any more of his stupid jokes!”

If there was any doubt in Red Robin’s mind that they picked up Danny by mistake, it’s gone now. Yeah. If you get Danny, you get his stupid jokes, too.

He creeps closer. 

There’s some storage crates between him and Danny, if he can get behind there without being seen then that leaves him in a good position for when whoever’s next in takes out the guys at the front. He can’t do anything without them gone first, not without risking them taking shots inside and endangering Danny.

The man that hit Danny circles round behind him and grabs at his hands.

“What are you even doing, Pat? Who gives a shit, leave him alone.”

“I’m just checking! I just gotta see!”

“Fuck’s sake, guys, who cares? We just gotta get our money, that’s it—”

“And our helicopter!”

“And our—”

“Shit, I can’t find a pulse! Shit, Frank, I killed him, I—”

Jason told him once that when the Pits overtook him, he used to see green. Instead of blacking out, he’d be swimming in that putrid Lazarus colour and he’d slip into that rage and bad things would happen.

He’s heard of people seeing red, too, but really, he thinks that’s more of a literary device.

Tim doesn’t see anything aside from his targets.

A barrage of birdarangs take the guns from the guys at the front, the three around Danny startling badly enough that the guy that kil—that’s behind Danny—stumbles, losing his footing.

Only one of them shoots.

Amateurs. 

There’s a round of curses on the comms as the shots come through. Oracle must have turned them back on.

“Fucking hell—Nightwing and I are at the front, Red Robin, don’t worry about them.”

Red Robin’s barely listening.

He spins, kicking the largest guy in the stomach hard enough so that he doubles over, wheezing. Following through the movement, another kick lands on the side of his head and he’s down. 

The second one, Frank, gets his wits about him and raises his gun, spraying wildly. He’s a shit shot, going wide in panic, and Red Robin simply ducks and rushes forward, keeping low. Tackling the guy, he grabs the gun off of him and uses it to smash him across the face, once, twice, three times, before he stops moving.

“Oracle, get police and paramedics on scene, now.” Batman says, the displeasure in his voice evident. “Red Robin, Robin and I are coming in from the top.”

Pat hasn’t even made it up off the floor yet, scrambling backwards, fear plain on his face. 

Red Robin stands, breathing heavily, gun still in hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to do it! Please—please, don’t, please!”

Red Robin doesn’t kill.

Well, no, Red Robin doesn’t normally kill.

No, that’s not quite right, either.

Red Robin has killed. Red Robin will more than likely kill again. Red Robin sees no problem with killing.

The gun is up, pointing towards the guy without any real thought about it.

Footsteps rush behind him, the familiar heavy footfalls of Batman and Robin, so he doesn’t bother turning around. The gun follows the guy as he keeps pulling himself backwards, snot and tears mingling down his face.

“Red Robin,” Batman says, softly.

It’s always weird hearing Batman’s voice like that. It’s not the first time, obviously—Batman can’t use his scary intimidating voice on victims or children, after all—but having it used on him is weird. 

“Breathe.”

“He’s dead. They killed him.”

If hearing Batman’s voice was weird, Red Robin can’t even recognise his own.

Distantly, he realises he’s dissociating. There’s a tightness in his chest, it’s hard to breathe, a growing buzz drowns out any noise in his ears and he can’t think, he can’t—

A heavy hand squeezes his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Batman reaches around and gently removes the gun from his grip, and Tim feels the instant loss of it. He should have done it, why hadn’t he done it?

Robin takes care of the last man, his crying cut off by a swift kick to the head. Nightwing and Red Hood join them, zip-tying the men on the floor and starting to drag them back to the entrance of the warehouse one by one.

No one says a word.

Shrugging off Batman’s hand, Tim moves towards the chair.

Shaking, he takes a deep breath and removes the sack. The small part of him that was left hoping it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be him, please dear God let it not be him, shatters.

Even dead, he looks peaceful.

Tim’s seen death. He’s no stranger to it, he’s seen what it can do to a person. There’s some blood coagulating over his eyebrows, but otherwise, he looks peaceful. Is that comforting? That he didn’t suffer?

Danny’s head lolls to the side as the sack comes completely away, his hair flopping over his eyes. Tim’s been on at him to get a haircut lately, he thinks it’ll be nice tidied up a bit, just on the sides. It’ll get rid of that permanent bedhead. Help him with job interviews, he’s got to be thinking about that now that he’s in his last year of college.

It’s about the only thing that’ll hold him back, Tim thinks. Danny’s brilliant. Any employer would be a fool to turn him down because of his shaggy hair, but employers are stupid so it makes sense to put your best foot forward and—

Tim falls to his knees.

Fuck.

He’s dead, he’s really—Danny’s skin is horribly pale, cold to the touch. Gone is his bright, cheerful smile. 

“Danny, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I—” 

He stops himself with a deep, shuddering breath. He can’t break down here, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

Instead, he tips forward to rest his head in Danny’s lap, arms curling around himself. They were too late. They got here as fast as they could and they were too late.

 “Danny, I’m so sorry…” he whispers. “I… I love you, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Dimly, he can feel the others standing around them. Someone crouches down beside him, resting a comforting arm over his back, but he doesn’t turn his head to see who it is. He squeezes his grip on Danny’s legs tighter.

“Come on, baby bird. Let’s—”

They’re interrupted by a huge, honking snore as Danny jerks himself awake.

Tim’s head snaps up, staring at Danny with wide eyes.

“You were asleep?” Red Robin springs up, several different emotions rapidly flip flopping through him.

“Wha… What?” Danny heaves a yawn, blinking blearily down at him. “Sorry, I’m just… they were shit kidnappers, man, really boring. Honestly, worst abduction yet.”

“You were asleep? I thought you were dead!”

“Not mutually exlusive, you know.” Danny says through another yawn. He rolls his neck around with an almighty crack and glances at everyone. “Didn’t think I’d warrant the whole Bat brigade, though…”

“The kidnappers thought they had Tim Drake.” Batman supplies, while Red Robin tries to work through the emotional whiplash.

“Ah, makes sense… wait.” Danny sits up suddenly, squinting at Red Robin. “Did you say you loved me?”

“No, of course not, why would I—”

“Tim? Is that—are you—are you Red Robin?”

“Everyone, hold the fuck up!” Red Hood shouts from the other side of the warehouse, having finished securing the perps to a streetlight outside. “Double R is dating Danny fucking Nightingale?”

Well, there goes his identity… Oh, who’s he kidding, Danny’s smart. There’s no way he could have salvaged that. This was not how he thought the night was going to go.

“Cranberry, is that you?” Danny twists in his chair, somehow delighted to see Red Hood rescuing him, too. “I thought I smelled you lurking about!”

“Shut it, you little shit. Since when were you dating this dweeb?”

“I’m sorry,” Red Robin pleads, hands in the air to try and slow down the onslaught of information and insults, “you two know each other?”

“Cranberry?” Nightwing echoes, looking as lost as Red Robin feels.

“Yeah, Cranberry—The Cranberries—zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. Obviously. Also he’s wearing a big, fuck off red helmet.”

“Yeah, sure, makes sense.”

It’s about the only thing that does.

“And please don’t call my boyfriend a dweeb, Cranberry. Especially when he just said he loves me for the first time.”

“He only said it because he thought you were dead.”

“I am dead, so it counts.”

“Only half, so I’d say that puts you at a solid ‘like’. Tim’s—and savour this, Tim, because I’m only going to say it once—Tim’s intelligent, so I’m sure he’ll come to his senses soon.”

Danny just throws Red Hood such a shit-eating grin. A level of feral that Tim’s only seen before in Damian. 

“That’s what I used to say about Jazz, too.”

Hood scoffs in offence, and to be honest, Tim’s not sure where he should go from here. What the hell is happening, how do they know each other?

“Come on, is anyone going to untie me or am I really meeting your family mafia-style?”

“Do it yourself, Slimer.” Red Hood laughs, crossing his arms.

“Ugh, you suck so much. I’ll fucking slime you, just you wait. Can’t believe Jazz even likes you, I preferred it when she was dating Johnny.”

And then, without Danny doing anything other than muttering obscenities at Red Hood, the ropes fall to the ground. In one swift motion, Danny stands up and stretches himself to his full height of 5’6.

“All of you need to explain, now.” commands Batman, and honestly, Red Robin’s very much on his side of it.

“I can’t believe it… Jason and Timmy are both in secret relationships? That’s… How come no one told me?” Poor Nightwing sounds the most shocked out of all of them. He turns to Damian and clasps onto both of his shoulders. “You’re not secretly dating, are you, D? Please tell me you’re not, please tell me you’re single, please?”

Of course, Robin just clicks his tongue and pushes his hands away. Really, Red Robin doesn’t think that Nightwing’s in any danger of that happening, he’d be surprised if anyone could stand Robin enough to actually date him.

He shakes his head and turns to Danny, who’s staring right back at him, worry clear on his face.

Fuck, he... He's alive. He's really alive.

Tim pulls him into a bone-crushing hug, fingers buried deep in his NASA shirt. Tucking his face into the crook of Danny's shoulder, he laughs wetly with the joy of it. He's alive. He hasn't lost him. He's safe.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you before now, starshine, but…” Danny breaks the hug and softly pulls away from him to rise on his tiptoes to place a kiss his cheek. The skin burns cold where his lips touch. “I love you, too. Also, you’re gonna wanna sit down. This is going to be a lot.”

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

💀🌹WIP : Team "Stab First, Ask Later" 💀🌹

Thought of making a cover art thingy and thought of their knives and I'm sucker for height difference so. (Ghost is 6'3"/192 cm, Jade is 5'4"/164 cm)

I love thicc Ghost and athletic Jade.

Also yea Ghost is doing the Arthur's fist meme cuz I bet he's awkward and all that

[quietlyblooms]

memories that linger | love and deepspace

there's always been something pushing against you. and not in the metaphorical, woe is you sort of way, but in the way that... well, you can't quite put your finger on it. there's nothing metaphorical about it, you think, but anyone else would swear it's just your luck. you believe that, too, when you aren't so displeased with the way things are going. there is something that tries to force your hand, change the choices you want to make.

you realize that sounds crazy. that's why you keep it to yourself.

you've stopped resisting the push so much these days. you feel it like a hand upon your back, urging you forward and into the hunter association's ranks despite your dream of publishing your manga. it feels simultaneously wonderfully right and terribly wrong, though the development of certain events quickly steals your attention away from that invisible hand. you want answers. you need them, and you'll march in whichever direction that leads you to them.

additional details

in this verse, i'm writing chiyo as the mc and toying with the concept of past lives like the game does, though i may also sprinkle in a little itty bitty bit of fourth wall stuff -- like chiyo having the thought, " this is like a game, and someone else is making my choices. " as a treat <3

but the focus will be more on fate bc chiyo really hates it as a concept, and that's so much fun to write in this setting :' )

when interacting with other mc's, we can decide if we'd like our characters to just so happen to be in the same boat, having grown up with grandma and caleb, etc. if not, i have no problem writing chiyo in her main verse! there's plenty to work with either way and i'm happy to adapt!

bc chiyo's parents and grandmother play such important roles in her development, they're alive and well until wanderers kill them during chiyo's freshman year of high school. this event leads to josephine taking her in. she was a friend of the family and as good as a second grandmother to chiyo.

i'll likely think to add more when i'm not sleep-deprived and as i progress in the story, but if you have any questions, just let me know <3

[heymrspatel]

i need you to touch me

for the 2023 @spicygallavichcollab 🌶️ view on ao3 for full quality ✨

[disposal-blueeee]

diaryfic doodles

alright. i think i'll use this account to post vargas things from now.

i can't stop thinking about convalescence (not a good thing D:) and i really wanted to draw something related. i'm even thinking of doing an animated meme,,, but i need to learn how to animate first hahaha

butterflies

drawing him like this it's giving me brain damage i could even cry rn

scary

my first time drawing jake,,, i love him so so so so much

and i have a mini comic too!!

i honestly love jake so much. it broke my heart seeing edgar begging for him to stay even if he wasn't there on the first place. and i obviously had to draw it because i love angst

he, in fact, left him (because he was never there in the first place)

bonus

frozen yogurt :D (good ending)

this is the original one btw (credits to zarla)

i know it's not related to diaryfic but it was really fun to draw

[sandpapersnowman]

my therapist and i were talking about spacing out our sessions more since i'm generally doing okay and then i accidentally forgot to schedule more sessions so i'm going through like one of the worst things i've gone through in a while and like desperately want to talk to my therapist but her earliest appointment is december 5th (it is currently september 18th)

[sastielsfandom]

Oh!! But what about a Sastiel AU where Castiel is a teacher and Sam was recently hired to be a teacher's assistant.

Castiel doesn't want a teacher assistant, he believes he doesn't need one. He's been working at the school for a long time, and doesn't understand why they suddenly are forcing, requiring, him to have a teacher assistant.

Sam goes in knowing Castiel doesn't want one, and does his best to refrain from being upset about Castiel's stance on him helping him out.

The two have an interesting first meeting, but Sam does point out that with him there to help, Castiel can send Sam to do tasks he doesn't like to. Such as messing with the printer where everyone feels obligated to talk to you and ask what you're doing. Which saves Castiel from having to buy his own, it was in his cart already. And he's just there to help Castiel with whatever he needs, he's not there to take over.

Castiel, unfortunately, finds himself liking Sam's company. And how Sam knows how to help without Castiel saying anything. He especially hates how smug the principal is about Castiel and Sam work well together, as predicted. And Castiel tries not to think about the fact that Sam's on his mind a lot more than he should be.

Sam enjoys his job. He likes feeling needed, and loves working with Castiel and the students. The only thing that Sam hates is how much he's interested in someone who clearly isn't interested in him back. Not that Castiel has any obligation or anything, just, it'd be nice if Sam fell for people who would fall with him. But he ignores those feelings at the job, focused on whatever Castiel needs. Even the things Castiel won't voice but Sam's learned to anticipate, and hey, maybe Castiel doesn't hate him as much as he thought he would. And that feels like a win to Sam.

Over the course of the year the two fall really in sync with each other. Classes run smoothly, grades are at an all time high. And they're genuinely friends.

Castiel didn't realize how used he got to Sam's presence and help until Sam misses a day and Castiel's first class is a bit rough but he snaps into gear by his second class. But... He truly misses Sam and is grateful and happy when he returns the next day. Sam apologies, a family emergency, but things are settled. Sam notices a shift after that day, there's a lot more appreciation after that and Sam finds himself beaming at the praise.

As the year gets closer to an end, Castiel is trying to subtly ask Sam if he'll help him with the next school year. Which makes Sam laugh, he tells him not to worry, he can't get rid of him that easily. And Castiel is very happy to hear that.

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 8

Constructs

Way too late if ya ask me because Nayru and Hylia have decided to forsake me but it's done. *Collapses* This one did NOT want to write itself no matter how hard I tried even if I have so many feelings about constructs, in the end Hozier, the SS and TOTK soundtrack carried this to the final stretch even if it's just a small drabble lol.

Mostly referenced this time though, something soft and nice about Sky and Reader and Constructs, can be interpreted as platonic or romantic. Day 9 and 10 prompts will be released on the same day if it all possible though depending if I actually get some darn rest and have the time (because Legend is being a bit difficult on the Linktober Shadow one in contrast to how deity is going and I have irl stuff to get done, hopefully this is good enough until then.).

Wild’s Sky Archipelagos couldn’t be different from Skyloft, though no less breathtaking. The eternal beauty of the sky ringing true and everlasting over the cloud barrier enforced by Hylia, though if the sky found in your favorite Godslayer’s was beautiful due to the life that thrived in the loneliness in spite of it all, of creating a community that would outlast the wish for entropy Demise attempted to enforce into the world with the black hole heart of his greed, then Wild’s was because of the echoes of what once was there, that it was lovely and beautiful even in ruin as nature reclaimed what belonged to it by right. That even if the people were gone they existed, they thrived and lived and loved and even in tragedy, that mattered.

And nothing reflected that better than the Constructs which of outlasted the civilization. Made out of now decayed copper and sturdy ceramic, made cute, so the people would remember to treat their new helpers kindly, and made sturdy so they’d remember the people who loved adored them and their built in sense of duty and kindness to aid any guest of friend in need and given voices so they could listen to them speak, to make them just a little closer to humanity.

‘Many of them are deactivated now,’ Wild had told you, the first time you’d all stepped foot onto the main island, it was disorienting for you and most of the Chain (except for Sky, because of course your heavenly, cloud trailblazing boy would have taken to the abandoned, atmosphere cold and echoing sun gold clear beauty of the sky island the quickest like a fish whom was questioned on their ability to swim or a falcon on their ability to hunt, you were almost jealous if not for the fact you or Four always made lunges for his collar – Crimson didn’t come with through the portal after all, nor First’s Russet’- when he attempted to follow Wild’s lead and in consequence give you heart attacks), the little beings of ceramic and old bronze completely non hostile, going about tending to the islands with their faint whirs of gears and whistles of self sustaining magic batteries, voices cold but calm, almost comforting and the first pieces of technology far away from Sky’s them that weren’t immediately hostile towards your boys, ‘Mostly the soldier ones, the Stewards have remained though. Carrying on with their duty, making the place homey even if the people are gone.’

Something about that gave you pause, lagging behind your group in a long abandoned garden, the scent of Sundelions and lavender tickling your nose and a deactivate Soldier Construct coiled up in slumber. Remembering the ancient robots in Sky’s Era, carrying on in their little pockets of time, unaware that the people they were created to aid have long since gone, that their time had long gone, of Fi, everlasting, ever sleeping Fi, bound to duty, always remembering the one’s who created her, of Sky who treated her as a friend, and always watching as people so very unlike him but achingly similar came and went, unable to do anything. Loving like a ghost.

“Guest?”, came a little mechanical chirp, you blink yourself back into awareness, a Steward floating over with a tilted head, jade ceramic earrings clinking, “If I may, you look troubled. May I offer unsolicited aid?”

You can’t help but chuckle, shaking your head gently, an idea stitching yourself in your mind like threads of silk upon a gown, “No no, sorry, I’m alright, I was just wondering. Is it alright if I come on by to pick some flowers? They’re lovely, you did a great job caring for them.”

It inclines their head, chiming, something close to delight, as much as it can express as a machine, “Ah, I see you were admiring them. If I may offer a bit of trivia, Sundelions were the queen's favorite, you may. Will you take care of them?”

You smile, gently reaching a hand to pat it’s head with a nod, it clicks and whistles, surprised, but doesn’t pull away, “Of course, may I ask you a few questions as well? I’d like to know how many Soldier Constructs are resting now.”

You should also ask Sky what Fi’s opinion is on flowers, as well.

It might be a bit silly, but they deserve it after so long.

(Later, much later, when the Chain notices you’re gone after talking to Zelda in the Temple of Time high up in the. Sky finds you in the garden, gently weaving blossoms into a crown, the construct from before amicably chatting with you as it tends to the Sundelions with a ring of flowers around it's long, long neck.

He joins you, and when asked what his and Fi’s opinion is on flowers, he tells you she won’t mind, much less him.

Later that day, Fi’s gains a crown of yarrow, bluebells and morning glories

It’s not much, but it makes Sky smile, you hope she likes them.)

[reminiscentrainclouds]

We feeling like nothing tonight. ✌

[witchwhaat]

pray for me.

[thebirdandhersong]

I think in between having medium level body dysmorphic background noise since elementary school and the annoying mouse critic voice in my head doing comparison studies 80% of the time, it's really a step forward that I'm now able to look myself in the mirror and say: okay. Let's start with this: I'm glad I have this body. I'm going to treat it well. I may not like the way it looks at times, but it's mine.