#busted fic

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[lunamugetsu]

While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesn’t sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.

And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then it’d be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.

The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.

The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.

The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.

A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL

Damian didn’t really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion he’s able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.

So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!

So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.

He’d always greet with the phrase of “Hi, I’m DANIEL. How can I assist you today?”

So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that he’d engage in when having been forced to by his family.

It’s after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say “I think you sound more like a robot than I do.”

Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question “how is a person supposed to converse?” Thinking that it’s going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.

But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says “I’m not really sure myself. I’m not the greatest at talking, I’ve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”

This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless there’s an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)

He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)

But whenever DANIEL answers “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T” Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how he’d usually respond.

After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.

In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.

When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E

So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T”

That’s it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.

He’s going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this “AI companion” thing they’ve made!

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Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.What’s even worse is that he’s basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that he’s just a super cool AI… and they have issues!

And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think it’s a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!

Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. They’re not happy to be there either, and there is no way he’s going to leave without them!

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

A Conversation | Rewrite of 8x06 Bucktommy

“You’d end up breaking my heart. And I - I don’t think I can deal with that,” Tommy looks to the ceiling, feeling the tears well at the bottom of his eyes. He blinks and looks at Buck. His brows are furrowed; his face is a mixture of disbelief and confusion. Tommy swallows, “I should go,” he whispers and heaves himself off the chair.

This can’t be happening. How did this go downhill so fast?

Buck is quick to get up and grab Tommy’s wrist as he turns his back. “Whoa whoa. Hey, what’s going on right now? What just happened? Sit back down,” Buck gently commands and pulls Tommy back to the stool and scoots his own closer so their knees are interlocked. ”This sounds a lot like a break up.”

Tommy sniffles, “it’s for the best, Evan.”

“For who? We’re happy. We have a great thing here and you want to throw it away? How does that make sense?”

”You’re not seeing me for who I am. The guy you admire? The one that ‘paved the way’ is not me. Never was,” Tommy explains.

”Okay,” Buck says and he can see where he put Tommy on a pedestal. “I’m sorry I made you out to be this gay mentor for me to idolize. You’re not. You’re my boyfriend. I still admire my boyfriend. I still think you’re confident and capable.”

”I never felt confident, I’m always feeling like a fraud.”

Buck takes a moment to let Tommy breathe, he takes Tommy’s hands in his and holds on tight. “You are confident. It takes confidence to fly like you do, to come out in his line of work, to kiss a guy who didn’t even know about his own bisexuality,” Buck laughs. “Honey, sorry to break it to you, but you are confident.”

“But this isn’t about me,” Tommy says.

”Isn’t it though? You self sabotaging in some weird way of protecting yourself,” Buck says, trying to tamp down his frustration.

Tommy looks struck, he looks like he’s about to bolt out the door. Buck hit the exact wrong nerve. “Because I’ve been there. I’ve been through it more than once. With you it’s different. You actually give me hope for a future, but if it ends, like it inevitably will, it’s going to destroy me.”

“So that’s it, huh? You just get to decide our fate and walk out of my life?” Buck asks and takes a deep breath. He can sympathize with Tommy in some sense; he felt that fear of heartbreak when he started dating again after Abby. “And you know, this isn’t my first relationship. It’s not even my first serious relationship.”

“But it’s your first with a man,” Tommy tries, but Buck scoffs.

“Why should that matter?” Buck’s voice gets low and intimate. He leans even further into Tommy’s space trying to catch his eyes. “Tommy. Why do you get to decide something that I feel? I can even say I’ve been in love before. But it wasn’t like this.” Tommy’s breath hitches. “With you, it’s easy. Easiest it’s ever been. And that’s not something I’m willing to give up on. I love you. And I’m sorry I jumped the gun asking you to move in before saying that. I don’t love you because this is my first queer relationship. I love you because you’re you. I love your patience, your attentiveness, your dry humor, your warmth, your heart. There are a lot of reasons that don’t have to do with your gender. Although I do love your rugged face and your dick,” Buck adds with a laugh and that makes Tommy smile. “If I had to bet I’d say you love me too.”

Tommy nods and breathes deep then ducks his head, focusing on Buck’s hands holding his. “I do. I’m just so scared.”

A tear falls down Tommy’s cheek and Buck reaches up to catch it on his thumb. He cups Tommy’s stubbled jaw and caresses his cheek. “Why are you breaking your own heart, baby?” Buck whispers. That makes more tears spill out. Tommy really wishes he knew.

“Can we take a step back? No moving in, no Mach speed. I can slow down. Is that what you need?”

“I-I don’t know,” Tommy says shakily. “It would help I think.”

“Okay. Then we do that. We take our time. But please do me a favor?” Tommy meets Buck’s earnest eyes with still tearful ones. “You have to trust me with your heart. We’re in this together. I’m scared too and just as invested.”

“I’ll try,” Tommy promises. “I love you.”

A beaming smile threatens to split Buck’s face in two and pulls Tommy in for a deep kiss. He stands up, still connected to Tommy’s mouth as both hands move to land on either side of his neck. They kiss like that for a few minutes with Buck standing as close as possible in between Tommy’s spread knees and bent over at an awkward angle to keep kissing him.

“I think we should skip the movie, we’re late anyway,” Buck says against Tommy’s lips. “I’m gonna take you upstairs and get you out of your head.”

“Okay,” Tommy agrees and makes a mental note of trusting that Buck knows what’s best for him. How lucky is he?

[asfodelle]

How I see Boxer Mo (tm)

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[blindmagdalena]

First Time's the Charm

18+ 6.5k homelander x virginal reader. loss of virginity, virginity kink, fingering, mutual masturbation, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, light spanking, blow jobs, praise kink, light breath play, dirty talk. snapshot-style fics of homelander being your first in a variety of acts. AO3. fic directory

You're Homelander's biggest fan, and he's thrilled to take your virginity.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three ( male!reader ver. )

[catsushinyakajima]

baby, i'll rock your world | by AsterikaMay

What a foolish sentiment to get hung up on. Keith, brave and hot-tempered pilot of the Red Lion, Paladin of Voltron, couldn’t decide how to give a Christmas gift. Never mind that. He didn’t have the time for this. No really—it was difficult enough for him to fit three meals into a day, Keith didn’t have the extra leisure time to go window shopping between evading blasts from enemy ships. - When Keith overhears Lance talking about Christmas, he makes it his mission to get him a Christmas gift. He will soon find out that gift giving is not his forte.

Merry Christmas to @leenfiend!! I was your secret santa :D I hope you enjoy the fic I wrote for you. I do not know you very well but I've come across your content many times- including your comic "What's Your Type?" Your storytelling is fluid and enjoyable and the way you draw truly brings characters to life. I hope that you enjoy creating for however long you choose to pursue it. Your art is a gift to all :D

Thank you to @klance-daydreams for organizing secret santa! Lots of love to you for your hard work of arranging this.

A secondary fic dedication to my buddy @shatterinseconds you're a real one for yapping w me so much LOL

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE HAPPY DECEMBER EVERYONE HAPPY EVERYTHING EVERYONE!!

[mediumgayitalian]

“Isn’t he dreamy.”

Nico di Angelo stands in the centre of the amphitheater arena, sword drawn, shadows leeching from his frame. Winds swirl dangerously around him, ground trembling with every step. Concentrated terror curls its smokey tendrils into the nostrils of every onlooker.

Lou Ellen levels her best friend with a look. Will is too busy with his chin in his hands, moon-eyed, to notice. He doesn’t so much as flinch when she waves her hand and changed his freckles to glow bright purple, so she leaves them like that out of spite. Sucker.

“…I mean, he did just unseam that automaton nave to chaps, MacBeth-style, and cackled maniacally into the air. So.”

Will sighs. “I know.” The dust of the amphitheatre floor is covered in finger-drawn hearts. Lou Ellen is embarrassed for him. “He’s just so — gods. Look at his smile.”

Lou Ellen does. It’s frightening. He’d taken the flat of a blade straight to the face a few minutes back, making blood stain his teeth and drip out the corner of his mouth.

“And his eyes sparkle. Do you think they’re more…moonstone, or agate?”

Crazed. Lou Ellen thinks his eyes look crazed. The sparkle in question may simply be the reflection of the tip of the dagger that has appeared in his non-sword hand, which appears to be made of sharpened human bone. Lou Ellen wonders, morbidly, what bone it is for about point three seconds before Will sways — genuinely sways! — and says, “And the way he handles that femur! Oh!”

“Dude,” she says, aghast. “Will, man, get ahold of yourself.”

There’s a thunk as her best friend throws himself dramatically upon the ground. His wrist is poised delicately on his forehead, face twisted pitifully. She rolls her eyes hard enough that she actually goes blind for a brief second and falls off the bench in panic. Will seems pleased that she’s joined him on the floor.

“I can’t. He’s too beautiful.”

Lou Ellen cranes up her neck.

“A nine year old just looked at him and cried.”

His sigh is more wistful than dreamy, this time. “He’s gonna be a great dad someday.”

“…Good gods, Solace.”

Will’s voice softens. “I’m gonna marry him, Ellie.” When she looks over, the smile on his face is just plain loving. She follows his eyes and sees Nico panting, training on pause, gesturing wildly with one hand and loosely holding a water bottle in the other. She’s never seen him so animated. The class he’s teaching watches him in a predictable mix of awe and horror, erring on the side of terrified.

Lou Ellen will admit, in the very recesses of her mind (let Will get a bigger head than he already has), that it is a little charming.

A little.

“I know, you goober,” she murmurs, cuffing him on the shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch. “I call dibs on flower girl.”

[atoltia]

Shared Domesticities

hello my attempt at full fluff turned into hurt/comfort so it is what it is. Inspired from @ghostface001 's Eiland x farmer married headcanons. Please go check them out!

Eiland x Gender-neutral Farmer Fluff, hurt/comfort

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Moving in with you was difficult.

Not that he complained, you knew that Eiland wasn't the type to run when things got difficult. But you also know just how drastic the change between living in a farm and living in a magnificent manor was.

You remembered the first time he stayed with you in your house. It was fully upgraded and decorated so it was no shabby thing, but you fully remembered the face he made when he realized that this was the entirety of your living space.

Everything was so close! The fact that he didn't have to walk a long distance just to go to the washroom was amazing to him, that he didn't have to go far to get a snack from the kitchen aside from the small pieces of sweets he kept in a jar besides the bed was so grand.

When you tended the fire in your hearth, he sat with you on the floor, book in hand as he told you all about the urn he found at the western dig site the other day as he held you close.

He liked that, you realized it early on in your relationship, liked the way you touched each other. Whenever you spent time together, he made sure to hold your hand, to have his shoulder against yours, to have a leg crossed over yours whenever you two puzzled over archaic documents in the museum - just to have something of his in contact with you.

It baffled him how much he needed that contact, that physical touch to assure him that you were there. That you were real.

But then the night grew late and you needed to sleep. Eiland wasn't so coddled that he left everything up to you. He did pick up his things, picked up the dishware and set them on to the sink.

And then stared.

It was one of the things that he made up in his mind when you two started your relationship. He swore that he would never let you do everything, swore that he would help out no matter how much enthralled he was to study his books, his artifacts.

By then he was already mentally preparing himself for the labor of farm work, of tending the fields and animals. He read books of them, researched how to properly care for the plants.

But it didn't occur to him that he didn't quite know how to wash the dishes.

That realization embarrassed him, shamed him. It was such a simple thing. He knew how to wash bones, how to clean broken pottery, but somehow, in that moment, he didn't quite know what to do.

It took you a few minutes to realize what was going on.

It was rare to see him so flustered. He didn't fumble, no. He was far more graceful than that. But that deep furrow in his brow indicated a far greater distress than you'd imagined at the time.

So you went to him.

Strong, gentle arms wrapped around his waist as you laid your head on his shoulder, pressing the side of your face to his. You hummed, a soft tune you heard him singing once upon a time, as you rocked him back and forth, back and forth, your hands rubbing circles around his chest as you slowly brought him back to stability.

It wasn't the first time that you saw him get overwhelmed. He's a capable man and you confidently know that he'd be able to adapt to things quickly if he was placed in a strange situation. You've seen it firsthand.

And yet you wished he had that same confidence in himself. Sometimes if faced with a task outside his comfort zone, the negative thoughts would overwhelm him and shut him down. It hurt you to see him like that, though it in itself was a rare occurrence.

So you held him, just held him the way he liked it, held him to show that you were there, that it's okay to be overwhelmed and that it won't make you go away.

When you felt his body relax, you placed a soft kiss on his neck as your hands travelled alongside his arms, on top of his hands that you loved so much, guiding them to the soap and dried loofah you used as a sponge.

Neither of you said a word, the sound of the water from the tap and the soft, clink, clink, clink of the mugs and spoons taking over the comfortable silence that descended upon you.

He appreciated it, appreciated just how patient you were with him. Appreciated how you helped him with no judgement, no ill-intent. You didn't make a fuss of it, either. Didn't make it into a bigger thing. It helped, he hoped you knew just how much it helped.

So the two of you finished washing the dishes and putting the clutter away, decided to end the evening cuddling in bed, discussing about your latest find in soft, whispered tones.

From then on it got easier. There were still hiccups of course, as progress isn't something that came overnight, but it was better. He was getting better. It was easier for him to ask you for help, to ask you to teach him things that, in his mind, he should have learned when he was a child.

But you didn't mind it, of course you didn't.

You watched him now, while sitting under the shade of the orange tree the two of you planted many months ago, as he masterfully tilled the soil in his dirtied cotton shirt loosely tucked beneath his work pants.

He managed to fit it in his already busy schedule. He told you, early on in your marriage, that he would help you in the farm.

And to see him now, smiling under the gentle heat of the morning sun, you knew that it was all worth it.

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[dakogutin]

beware of scammers posing as artists offering commissions

this user left a comment on my fic and followed up with this

their first comment (which i didnt include) already sounded bot-like (they talked only about the first scene and didn't leave comments on the other chapters despite saying my fic had 'great potential')

so i let them reach out to me on tumblr only to find an empty profile

so i browsed through their likes and found random posts from different fandoms. no themes or ships or anything.

very much bot behavior

then i found this warning under a post endorsing this person.

naturally i reached out. and they said this.

it's so disheartening that this exists in fandom spaces. i hope this would help caution others out there as i doubt it was a coincidence they reached out thru my ongoing fic that's fairly new and therefore has only a few hits and kudos-- making my profile vulnerable ig. i hope shtbags like them burn in hell:D

rb to spread the word

[beetlesanbutterflies]

When are we going to realize the potential of a Lisa Frankenstein Grace/Max AU?

I didn’t see it at first cause I could NOT see Max as having lived in the 1800s. But my sibling said they think Max would be a jock from the 80s that gets resurrected in modern day.

I think they have real potential. Grace’s religious beliefs and how seeing a reanimated corpse would make her question the after life ( When she finds out that Max was resurrected by lighting questioning if it was an act of God or the Devil (fascinated by the idea that Grace thinks Max is Angel cause only god could being the dead back(ask me about this later) ))

Their personalities are definitely swapped with Lisa and Creature. Grace is a lot more proper and Max is more in your face.

Max “who will pray of me”Jagerman dying, and no one ever visits his grave cause he was an asshole in school and his parents were deadbeats. And Grace being the good Christian she is visits unattended graves to pray for them.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 18: Phobia

Oof, yeah, this one got a little dark. I've said it many times before, my brain cooks at midnight, I just leave the stove on for her. But yeah, read the content warning.

Content warning: non-graphic mentions/implications of blood and death, reader discresion is advised.

Word count: 1389

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Just get in, and get out. Don't look at him, don't acknowledge. You just have to drop off these supplies and then you can be on your way.

You walk into the daycare, head down. You deposit the supplies on an open craft table, nod briefly to the helper who thanks you, and spin on your heel to head back out again. 

Your face bumps into a metal chassis, instead. 

"Oh! So sorry, friend! Are you alright?"

You freeze, then mumble a quiet 'fine' as you try to get by him. You can't even meet his gaze.

"Wait, wait, wait! You didn't even say hello!" His voice sounds closer, he must've bent down to your level. 

You keep your eyes trained on the ground, "H-hello."

"Oh, come on friend!" Now a bit softer, almost concerned, "Surely you can do better than that."

You open your mouth, then shake your head, "S-sorry. I really have to go now."

With that, you manage to sidestep the bot and dart out the main doors. Leaving behind a confused Daycare Attendant and some mildly interested helpers. 

This isn't the first time; it certainly won't be the last. Of the greatest concern to you, however, was how much effort the Attendant now seemed to be putting in to talk to you. Greeting you as you came in to drop things off, making sure to say goodbye, even waving if they saw you passing by the windows. All of which would be, fine, if it wasn't for the fact that it didn't stop there.

It was the attempts at conversation, the jokes, the gifts. Just little things, but they still held meaning. A favorite drawing, a couple of moondrops-since you seemed so stressed- a bracelet, one time, even a small bundle of flowers.

The helpers would tease you in the staff room all about it, saying they've never seen the two AI try so hard to get to know someone. One even slipped up and said they might have a crush on you which internally caused a breakdown. On the outside, you just gave a polite smile and simply stated the same thing you always did; you were just a bit shy, and very busy. Constantly running errands and the likes, you know how it is.

You just hoped no one ever looked up your social media history and saw how, active, you were in your local community. Or caught you taking naps in one of the third floor longues because you were bored out of your mind. 

It all finally came to a head one day when the Attendant, the sunny one, managed to corner you for good this time. To be fair, you hadn't accounted for his helpers, well, helping him with that.

So, there you were, in a side hallway by the Daycare, face to face with the bot you'd been doing your damndest to avoid for so long.

It's not his cheery demeanor that gives you pause however, it's what he has to say, and the pieces all finally click into place.

"You have robophobia!"

You stare up at the bot, eyes wide.

"Robo, robophobia?" You ask.

Sun rolls on the balls of his feet, "Mmmhmm. I couldn't figure it out for the longest time, but now it makes so much sense!"

This is the first time in a long time that you've felt confident enough to look up at him, to see where he's going with this.

"Your acute stutter, elevated heart rate, avoidant but otherwise kind personality, I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner," He tsks, shaking his head, "I mean, why else would you be acting in such a way?"

You can't stop the images that come forth. Of that night. Of the several others you'd witnessed. 

You'd just been passing by, you hadn't meant to listen in, to see what you saw. You'd just wanted to grab your lunchbox before you went home for the night. Sure, was it weird there was someone in the Daycare with Sun that late? Yeah, maybe. But it wasn't your business. 

You just wanted to see what they were doing, that was all. Just not to the extent that you had. 

The joint giggling had drawn you in, as you peeked into one of the windows, the big doors obscuring you from view.

Inside was one of the Daycare helpers, and of course, Sun. 

They were doodling at one of the tables, both looking quite comical as they sat there, drawing and chatting. 

"This was such a good idea, Sunny!" The helper says, hard at work on her art, "Never realized how fun being on this side of things could be, thank you for inviting me."

The bot's rays spin, "Of course, Sunbeam! I simply noticed your recent stress levels and realized I must do something about it! After all, we're friends aren't we?"

"Yeah!"

You're about to head on your way, not interested in eavesdropping further, when you realize the Attendant has stopped coloring.

The helper, you think her name is Hailey, also notices.

"Is everything okay, Sun?"

You have to strain to hear what he says next. 

"Do you mean it?" He turns to face her, sharply. 

She seems, nervous. You don't blame her, "O-of course, I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"You hesitated."

"I, hesitated-Sunny are you sure everything is alright?" She puts her hand over his, "You know I wouldn't lie to you, right?"

You hold your breath as the bot just stares down at her, rays rotating every couple of moments. 

Then, he suddenly bursts back to life, "That's right! You would never do such a thing! Silly me!"

You feel yourself relax; Hailey laughs awkwardly. 

Sun joins in, putting a hand to his chest, "I apologize if I upset you, Sunshine!"

"No, no you're good, haha," It's hard to tell from here but you think she's adverting her gaze. 

The hand on his chest goes to her back, patting it a few times, "Let me make it up to you! I'll help you with your drawing!"

"O-oh, you will?"

"Mmmhmm," Sun hums, "In fact, I know just exactly what it needs!"

Hailey perks up a little bit, "What's that?"

"Just," You feel your eyes widen as his hand snakes up and grips the back of her hair, "A little bit," You know exactly what's about to happen and you can do nothing to stop it, "Of red!"

You slam your eyes shut, crouching down and hands covering your ears in a panic. It does nothing to block out the Bang! Bang! Bang! you hear, over and over. 

Your breathing is as shaky as the rest of you as you remove your hands, nothing but the sound of the Daycare's theme in the air now. You remain on the ground as Sun speaks once more, too afraid to move an inch.

"Whoops! What a troublemaker you are, Hailey! Clean up, clean up!"

And then he laughed. Harsh. Cold. Unfeeling. It sunk straight into your core and didn't leave you for weeks. Even now, months later, it rings in your head. Just the idea of it, of all it, it was insane.

The attendant, both of them, luring previous daycare workers in with kindness and generosity. Compassion, the promise of friendship, or something more. Only to brutally take it all away without a second thought.

You wished it had just been that one time. But multiple times you'd stumbled upon those gruesome scenes. You don't know how they kept getting by with it. Surely someone would have seen and done something by now, right? Or had you just been lucky so far in that you were the only one to survive to tell the tale? All the others having been caught and, dealt with.

You realize you're still staring up at him.

"S-sure. That's it."

Sun's hands go to his hips, "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we? Not to worry, Sunshine! You're in good hands. We'll be best friends before you know it!"

You give an awkward, slightly terrified, smile, "C-can't wait."

Little did you know they'd taken your fear as a challenge, not as a suspicious sign. A challenge, which they were so invested in that you'd gone from being one kind of target, to another entirely. 

Oh, lucky you. Lucky, lucky you.

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I am ALMOST caught up with promptober. This is such a great thing for us. Or well, for me anyway, but hopefully for you too! Masterlist is located here, thank you for reading!

[kickis-conan-king]

Dear Reader fanart! (again) This time an Actual Scene instead of just random doodles. Dear Reader is truly a new fandom classic at this point, so if you haven’t read it, do!!! If you have read it, and loved it, please please go flood @heavilycaffeinatedsblog with praise and love and appreciation etc

[arttsuka]

I’ve been cracking up so hard at your Jedtavius-adopts-Augustus AU

In the AU I write Octavius WAS Augustus so instead they have Augustus’s daughter, Julia the Elder

I’d love to see your bust Augustus VS Julia in a conversation or something but only if you want. They’d fight so bad.

Realistically I don't think he'd be able to meet her but who cares. Originally i was going to make her a miniature but when I searched her online and the first thing that came up was her bust I instantly thought "like father like daughter" so here.

They'd definitely fight.

"Well, you don't have a torso"

"I wish I didn't have ears either so I wouldn't have to listen to you"

Another drawing of her (this turned out better but I'm too tired to redraw the first one, sorry)

I used this as a reference (technically there was another bust of her presumably but it didn't have a nose and I don't think I can draw her without a nose :/ )

Honestly it would make more sense if Octavius was Augustus but like, I still think it's funnier this way (also my research was done at 5 in the morning I wasn't exactly in a position to think clearly. Don't make aus at 5 in the morning people)

[verdantglow]

Guys. Guys the smalletho brain rot is ramping up again. I spent the last two weeks in a flare from hell & have been listening to my Spotify Wrapped Top 100 almost every day & a solid SIXTY-FOUR of the tracks on there are just my Life Series smalletho playlist & my Retail Purgatory AU smalletho playlist & I have been semi-consciously rotating them in my mind, day after day, & I just. I need to start actually navigating the line between 'want to keep details of RPAU to myself so they are surprising in fic' & 'I want to post every single detail I've decided so far just so I can at least scream them into the tumblr void instead of inside my mind.'

I think I should probably just stick that line along whether or not things are actually part of the plot of the fic or just things that come up, because, honestly, I know so many things about this AU. So many.

Like.

Joel is tumblr famous. He's been on the site for ages & his blog consists of a combination of shitposting, clapbacks, & the most absurdly artistic photos of his excruciatingly well crafted models of mini scenes.

No one online knows who runs the blog & no one IRL knows that Joel has a massive online following & is actually a big name artist in the mini scene modeling sphere. Ren & Martyn actually both follow him & straight up do not know it's him. Like. They don't even know that's a hobby Joel has.

Grain & Jimmy both vaguely know that Joel does some kind of mini making & posts about it online & people seem to give him money for it sometimes??? (He sells most of the models he makes online & also has a semi-lucrative Patreon.) Grian's never cared to dig further into that aspect of Joel's life. Jimmy tried to find Joel's tumblr years ago, but got so overwhelmed trying to figure tumblr out & saw so many things he very much did not understand nor particularly need to know existed that he never tried to find it again.

Scott knows about Joel's tumblr. Joel does not know that Scott knows.

At some point along the timeline of the fic/post-fic, Etho accidentally reveals Joel's secret tumblr life to some of their friends, not realizing it was so much of a secret.

Joel is ranting to Scott & Lizzie about this & Scott is just like, "Oh, was that a secret?"

"YOU KNEW?!"

"Yeah, for a while. Joel, your hands are in every one of your videos."

"But you've never mentioned it!"

"I thought you just didn't like to talk about it."

"...Do you at least follow me?"

"Mmmm, no. I get plenty of your belligerent humor in person, thank you."

Guys. I know the tiers in Joel's Patreon. I know the costs & rewards for all four of them. I have multiple pages written about all the Apple Geniuses & what their alignments as Geniuses are & what having them help you in an appointment is like. I know what stores characters that aren't in the Life Series & might Never Appear in this fic work at. I know what sort of video games Etho & Joel play in this AU. I know the layout of Etho's apartment. I know what's in the medicine cabinet at Etho's apartment.

I need to start sharing some of this or I am legit going to explode.

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Somethin' I'd love to see in BBU that probably won't happen:

I'd love if at some point in the game Barnaby jus' snapped, an' completely dropped his silly and carefree persona, an' we got to see him jus' completely pissed off

Billie is cornered or captured by him in some way, an' she tries to appeal to his more empathetic side by trying to connect to him through also losing a family member, causing him to snap and jus' like scream at her something like "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY FAMILY!" as he's trying (an' failing) to not cry, and I'm so normal about this-