#but I know a lot of you can't do that and THIS IS YOUR CHANCE

[writingwithcolor]

Happy New Year 2025 from WWC

Hello everyone,

Merry, cheery holidays! The WWC team and I have been making many silent strides closer to a writingwithcolor.org.

What we've been up to

While the going has been slow, we've made a lot of progress since raising donations from you guys to go towards a .org, which we've secured ever since. With this support and encouragement, we plan to maintain the blog as a permanent resource.

As for progress and use of donations

Times have been busy and oh, so trying, but we're trying harder. Also, donations (and free time) have been going to good use.

For instance, we've:

Cleaned up (Added, removed, renamed, combined) WWC post tagging for clarity and consistency.

Created mirroring pages on new blog (e.g. navigation, stereotypes and tropes navigation, etc.)

Migrated all blog posts to our standalone blog (4000 some posts)

Maintained the URL ($12 a year, Writingwithcolor.org, hidden from view lately as we get closer to launch, although we've had it redirecting to Tumblr only until recently)

Overall building out blog content on the host site ($15.99 a month)

Next steps are to:

Finalize our theme (The fun part)

Finish blog post cleanup on the migrated posts (WIP!).

More actions at a latter date after publishing

Currently, I have been going through each and every post, one-by-one, to:

Edit, update and refine content

Fix broken links

Improve accessibility, particularly on image-heavy posts

A lot of changed in the world since 2014, so we want even our earliest posts to reflect today's standards or at least note if something is olden days or we have a more helpful post or resource since.

Example of a post on the .org. Final theme and colors not applied yet

Soft launch and new hopeful publish date

This is the end stretch before we have an official SOFT LAUNCH!

We're considering it soft since there are just some things we can't easily correct yet or will just make everything take even longer to wait on. We'll continue to cross-link between here and there as we work on getting it all centralized, though.

But to be clear, as intended, we'll continue to post on tumblr as well as long as it sticks around.

Our new prospective publish date is for Spring 2025, in which we can also re-open to questions, release new guides, invite new members, etc. etc.

But who knows - perhaps we will get a chance to answer some questions in between then.

Thank you and let's catch up!

All of your support and patience has been so appreciated. Thank you for sticking around throughout the extended hiatus. Nonetheless, I do hope our robust depository of existing answers, detailed guides, recommendations, reblogs and so on has been helpful with your creative, professional and academic pursuits.

What have you all been up to? What strides have you made in 2024 and what goals do you have for 2025? Have you published any works? We want to hear it all. Share with us on this post!

Wishing you all a happy and healthy 2025,

~Colette and WWC team

[slightly-knot-insane]

Happy New Year

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

content: oral, p in v

"W-what are you doing? Our friends are right there...?"

"I don't care," you mumble into his neck, gently biting his skin, pulling his shirt out of his pants. "I want you. I need you now."

You press him against the bathroom's wall with your own body. You're far too small for him and he could easily push you away with his one arm. But you know he won't.

"B-but..." he is panting, breathing heavily, already giving in. You unbutton his pants and see a stain on his underwear. You smirk and look at his flushed face. He's been naughty too, having some indecent thoughts while looking at you in your new tight dress. You noticed it of course. The way he ogled you, your breasts, your legs. He was drinking his cocktail, licking and biting his lips, not even listening to his friends but focusing on you. His stares were obvious and barely hidden - the moment you noticed his attention you would sway your hips harder, shimmy and caress your chest to taunt him more.

At one point he approached you and pulled you closer. He was red, sweaty, almost feverish. "Once we get home, I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

He thought I would wait until we get home?, you think to yourself as you pull out his hard cock and kiss its tip. No chance, dear.

"Oh fuck..." He bites his knuckles looking at you licking the base of his hot cock. "Babe, you... you're crazy... fuck..."

He's always been a prude. But not when you're alone. You moan as you take his phallus into your mouth, not nearly as loud as he does. He tries to quiet himself down, pressing his palm against his large mouth, but he can't help but purr. His monstrous nature gets a hold of him when he's horny and he can't suppress it easily. That's when he collects your hair into his fist and starts fucking your mouth. You almost choke, but there isn't a lot of things that makes you happier than seeing your boyfriend absolutely out of his mind from desire.

You let him bob your head, fucking your throat while your saliva drips down your chin. "Baby, you are amazing," he pants. "Your mouth is so good... So wet..."

His thrusts become irregular, shallower, like he's barely controlling himself. "No... Not just me... Come here..."

He picks you up and you lock your legs around his waist. You are hanging around his neck while he cups your ass with one hand and balances himself against the tiled bathroom wall. "My beautiful mate... I need your cunt... I need to have you now..." He rips your panties and easily finds your pussy, wet and throbbing from impatience to be filled. "Yes, so perfect. Always perfect for me."

"Just for you," you whisper into his ear and he growls. He fucks your cunt, ignoring all the sounds of cheering outside the bathroom door. At midnight, the fireworks overpower the duet of your united orgasms while you enter the new year as happy as you can be.

Happy New Year Monsterfuckers!

🎄

[supermassiveblackholeeyes]

Note: I wrote these at least twice but I can't find the last one.

1: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

yes. more so with my dad than my mom, but overall - yes.

2: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

margarita

3: Do you regret anything?

yes a lot of things. esp regarding my studying and career choices.

4: Are you insecure?

I thought I was not but I realized that yes, I am a bit. Regarding my body and youknowwhat.

5: What is your relationship status?

Single as always LMAOO kai-

6: How do you want to die?

I want to be able to tell the people who love me dearly that I will be alright and that I am extremely happy for the life and love I got to live and feel - After I tell them all this, and then I don't know.

7: What did you last eat?

lots of chocolates and now I'm not feeling good

8: Played any sports?

I kinda tried to learn tennis but I couldn't, was fine while it lasted though. I'm hoping I'll learn skiing or snowboarding this year. or boxing. I'll be very very content and happy if I do. (psst or calistenics)

9: Do you bite your nails?

just the ... skin around...........

10: When was your last physical fight?

have never had a serious physical fight I think. but slapped my sister a few days ago nothing serious. BECAUSE she pissed me off ok?

11: Do you like someone?

nope. A fictional crush Vi yes. but apart from that noooo. or maybe? no. or maybe....

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

wow. no.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Hate is a strong word. many do annoy me but I love them all. I hate many government officials though. obviously.

14: Do you miss someone?

Yes my relative who is in the states.

15: Have any pets?

YESYESYES. I have a cat and a little dog. one is 3 and the other is 1. and also two dogs. but the first two are the ones I am close to and love veryverymuch.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

I am feeling a bit stressed and over stimulated. and annoyed. I don't know the exact reason why. maybe because I haven't left the house for days even though I wanted to. and I am angry at everybody who I could've gone out with but I did not.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

no just a peck on the lips but friendly.

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Yes.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Yes. Yes. A hundred times yes.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I'll search up what that is n come back to yall.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

I don't even know what day it is.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I go from no to yes a lot. so it was yes for a long while and now, like now these past weeks I feel like I don't want any? I am a confused individual so I truly don't know. but if I do I want 2. a girl first and then a boy.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Noo. Only have ear piercings. I'm getting the itch to have some more either on the side of my nose, or brows, or lips. but I don't like the permanent scar that it leaves so I guess I'm good without them.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Now this question made me sad. because once, centuries ago, it was maths. and now? I do not know... Nothing. I really am good at nothing for now.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

I always miss at least someone. I miss my relatives who are in the states... I miss my friends who were once my neighbors (or maybe the times I spent with them). I miss everybody always.

26: What are you craving right now?

A good balanced meal. A big jug of room temp water. My room and a new gym membership.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

I've never been anything.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Not boyfriendboyfriend or girlfriendgirlfriend but I think maybe... but of course not on purpose

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Everything. the temperature in the house. people. my friends. this country. the world. humankind and everyone.

31: Does somebody love you?

Idk about romantic love but other than that of course. :)

32: What is your favourite color?

Black. navy blue. pink. green. pink and green together. green and red together.

33: Do you have trust issues?

yes, but I also have trust issues towards myself because I don't remember shit.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

A reaaaaaally weird and creepy dream that I was in a huge, tall hotel on the last floor and it was all dark except of the last floor where I was and I was shitscared. another was that some ti tu shkbi found me and found out I was spreading info about them (which I was not) and tried to beat me up but fortunately I was the one who beat them up in the end.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My sister.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Not really?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

easier to forgetttt. I am not forgiving sh1

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

no but it was the best year after 2019 at least.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

... girl don't ask.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

no? tf.

51: Favourite food?

Maybe sushi? And there is this bomb ass tofu salad I love that too. and a nice pizza, there was one in Italy with some pears on it. fantastic. also anything with truffle. I love food... I also kinda became a pescatarian this year, Which I thought would never happen. Oh and add khinkali to the list!

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

No. I think that's a bit selfish and evil to think so. Not everybody deserves the things that happen to them. I believe more in the "meant to be"... that not everything can be predicted.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Unfortunately nothing. I did dance a bit and daydream, and ate an orange before that.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

nope. Unless the partner is like ab*sive or a cheater themselves. or something veryveryveryveryveryvery bad and you can't get out of the relationship.

55: Are you mean?

I-... I try not to be? I truly think I am not. I just.. sometimes ON accident I am mean.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

bruh... none.

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yea... Starting to doubt it a BIT. but yes. Also when I say doubt it I mean doubt that there is the ONE that is meant for you.

58: Favourite weather?

Spring weather... late may. When you can wear jeans/pants and a short-sleeve on top. and some sneakers. my fav.

59: Do you like the snow?

Yes. haven't experienced it in a long time.

60: Do you wanna get married?

yea........................................... I think?.......

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Woof woof. Yes.

62: What makes you happy?

When I have my sh1t together. So eating good balanced meals, sleeping well, reading, ditching scrolling and daydreaming, GOOD GRADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my family, good weather, the sea, going out with friends in the evening when the weather is nice, food. which I already said... When I am good at something. Nice and pretty clothes (good quality fabric), pretty thrifted shoes, good skincare. Beauty.

63: Would you change your name?

No I love my name.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Yea I have issues.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Reject them-

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

YES.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Just talked to? my stepfthr.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Maybe my sister? I don't know.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

I believe you are meant to meet certain people.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

yes.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[harumasa-wifey]

Omgomg i love your writing sm 😭‼️

Since you're open for request, can I request a doctor!reader with Harumasa? Imagine he is going to infirmary just to see reader 😔 maybe he pretend to be sick as an excuse just to see reader

➹Just Because I Like You a Lot

✖Asaba HarumasaxFem!doctor Reader

Warning: none just some fluff, not proofread

Note: yea i almost died last week/srs but only my left hand is injured so it's fine. Thank you for waiting i also have another similar request for doctor Reader and I am currently working on it.

The moonlight falls on the papers placed upon your office desk as you go on reading while sipping on your cup of tea with more papers in the piles beside your desk.

You weren't expecting any patients at this hour as you were checking some reports before ending your shift but as the saying goes, Expect the unexpected. So there he was entering your office with a pout on his lips looking beat up.

Your instant response was putting down your cup as you stood up, several thoughts running in your head. Did he get these injuries in a Hollow? Or worse fighting some high level ethereal.

“Who hurt you?” The worried look on your face was obvious as you asked him to sit down to take a look.

“Chief”

.....

“Huh?”

The worried expression was now replaced by confusion. Why would miyabi do that? Of course she should have a reason, those thoughts ended as he spoke up again.

“Well well isn't this embarrassing, the chief and I had a sparring session and now I look like this”

“Man she wasn't playing this time” he murmured under his breath which was pretty audible in the peaceful office. A light giggle broke out your lips as you came to the conclusion on why this had happened.

“Really Miss doc? I came up looking this injured in the night and you are laughing,Won't you at least treat me with care?”

“Pfft, it's just some minor injuries you been through worse asaba but don't worry I'll ask a nurse to fix your bandages”

You were about to make your way to your desk to call upon a nurse when he pulled you back hugging you from the back, his breath fanning over your ears as he mumbled.

“I didn't come all this way for you to push me out, you know how much i hate travelling long distances”

It's true he is lazy like that and it's not like he cannot do this by himself yet he is here asking for your help when he could be home sleeping.

You held his hand which was interlocked around your waist as you faced him.

“Alright, sit back down I'll do it”

He smiled like a kid winning a prize and sat back on the bed watching you move around the office gathering the first aid kit, you came back with the kit and several bandages in your hand placing them on the desk.

“Okay, show me the wounds that have been reopened”

“Do I really need to do all that doc? You already know where it is, can't I just sit here all pretty for you?”

He said as he gave you a teasing smile clearly stating his intentions once again.

You sigh as your hands hover above his his tie first then the shirt buttons undoing them one by one as he quietly indulges you taking it off him with a satisfied smile resting on his until you pulled off his waist and stomach, he lets out a low grunt trying to make it look like it hurt while you just stared at him unamused.

“Can you please be gentle with me doc? I am a really fragile person”

“I am sure no fragile person can charge into hollows like it's nothing but whatever you want”

You checked around his wound and it hasn't been opened which was good. You just need to change the dressing, as you were thinking of changing the dressing your fingers were hovering around his abs, and how could he miss out on a chance like this.

“You like what you see doc? It took a lot of effort so i would like you to parise me more if you wanna” he asked with a slight smirk adorning his lips. You quickly take your hand back tearing your gaze away from him to the box besides.

“Ahem, i was checking the wound” even though what you said was true he surely doesn't mind you checking something else out on him.

You slowly but carefully wrapped the bandages around him and put the box aside giving him space to dress up but it seemed like he didn't want to do that either.

“won't you help me with this doc?” you wish you could dig yourself a hole, his advances were getting too much for you to act nonchalant even though the blush on your face is quite obvious to him and he is enjoying every second of it.

You help him put on his shirt and tie back, whispering quietly under your breath which was clearly audible to him.

“You cannot keep getting away with this” before leaning in to give him a final kiss as you ward him out of your office to pack your stuff to leave with him, you know he is standing outside and he won't go anywhere without you.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to someone flirting with their s/o at an award show

Request: I've never sent you a request before so I tried to follow your instructions properly hope this is ok 👀)

seventeen ‼️🫶🏼

Fluff? Angst? Up to you really

Reaction 🌝

hm so in favour of the award season that just past, the idea was how the sebongs would react with someone else flirting with you during awards night (in this case y/n / reader is also a idol/ artist attending and no one knows their together ygm)

like who would be protective and approach right away? Who would just watch giggle and chuckle? Who would try to be nonchalant but be so obvious that they're looking?

Can't wait to hear your thoughts ‼️ sending lots of love and a happy new year 🫶🏼🫶🏼

A/N: I love the prompt! Btw, it might seem like everyone's reacting the same way, but no, they aren't. They just have a common ground, which I think every man should have. Also, I realized halfway through that I should've categorized it, but I was too lazy to rewrite the whole thing again. This would've been a good one-shot sort of thing if I only focused on one member, but I don't think I would be able to write all 13 members with the same prompt. I guess I'll try something like this in the future

Seungcheol: Cheol would exude calm dominance. He'd sit there, pretending to be relaxed, but his eyes? It would be locked on the situation. Wdym he’d do nothing? Absolutely not. The second he notices someone getting too bold with you, he'd make his presence known—not through confrontation, but with subtle yet commanding gestures. He’d accidentally catch your gaze from across the room, his intense stare sending a clear message: You good, babe? Need me to step in? If the flirter doesn’t back off, expect him to walk over, throw a casual arm around your chair, and smile politely, but there’s a steeliness to his tone when he introduces himself. He’s a leader on and off the stage, and no one’s coming near his person.

Jeonghan: Oh, Jeonghan's the king of playing it cool. He wouldn’t move a muscle, letting out a little amused chuckle as he watches the scene unfold. But don’t let his easygoing demeanor fool you—he’s analyzing every single detail. He trusts you completely but also knows how charming he can be. If the flirting escalates, he’d casually saunter over, all smiles, and innocently join the conversation. His honeyed tone would have just enough of an edge to make the flirter retreat. You thought he wouldn’t step in? He’s Jeonghan, the ultimate strategist, and he’ll always protect his love while still being effortless.

Joshua: Joshua would play it cool too but in a way that’s so obvious it’s endearing. He’d smile politely from his table, but his grip on his drink might tighten ever so slightly. He’s a softie, but also your man. If the flirter gets too close, he might find an excuse to accidentally walk by, brushing your arm or whispering something sweet and cheeky like, “Having fun, babe?” He’d never confront anyone outright unless necessary—he’s too classy for that—but his subtle presence would make it clear to everyone in the room that you’re taken. You think he’s just sitting there? Nah, he’s staking his claim in the most elegant way possible.

Jun: Moon would find it hilarious. He’s such a chaotic cutie sometimes, I can’t. He’d nudge the member sitting next to him and point at the scene, whispering something like, “Look at that. They think they have a chance.” But deep down, there’s a flicker of possessiveness. If the flirter keeps pushing, he might get up and walk over casually, sliding into the conversation with a sly grin. His playful charm would leave the flirter flustered and unsure of what just happened. He’s protective in his own quirky way, and I’m crying because he’d never let you feel uncomfortable. I love my man so much TT

Hoshi: Hoshi would be a mix of soft and slightly chaotic, and I love him for it. At first, he’d probably pout from a distance, his face betraying his jealousy even though he’s trying to act unaffected. But let’s be real, he can’t keep it cool for long. The moment he thinks you’re even a little uncomfortable, he’d dart over, all bright smiles, and wrap an arm around you in a totally friendly gesture. He might say something teasing but with a hint of possessiveness. His protective tiger energy will activated.

Wonwoo: Angst King Supreme. He would keep it nonchalant on the surface, but inside? Oh, he’s feeling things. He trusts you completely and knows you can handle yourself, so he wouldn’t intervene unless absolutely necessary. However, his subtle reactions—like a clenched jaw or a quick glance at the flirter—would give him away. He wouldn’t confront the flirter right away, but he’d sit in silence, overthinking every little thing. “Should I have made it public?” He’d question himself, spiraling a little, even though he knows you love him. If things escalate, he might casually walk over, not saying much but standing close enough to make the other person feel the heat of his presence. You think he’s unbothered? He’s LITERALLY fuming inside but hiding it behind that cool exterior, and I’m scared —

Woozi: Woozi’s reaction would be so understated that you might not even notice it at first. He’d sit quietly, watching the interaction with a small, almost imperceptible frown. He’s reserved but fiercely protective. If he feels like the flirter is crossing a line, he’d lean over to a member and mutter something like, “Do I need to go over there?” And if he does approach? Oh, he’s not wasting time on pleasantries. His tone would be calm but firm, sending a clear message without ever raising his voice. He’s your man, and he’ll step up when it matters most.

Dokyeom: Dokyeom would be flustered at first, unsure whether to intervene or let you handle it. He’s such a sweetie. But the moment he sees you even slightly uncomfortable, he’s on his feet, heading over with his signature smile. He’d probably introduce himself in the friendliest way possible, but there’s an underlying protectiveness in his tone. His warmth would make the flirter back off without even realizing it. Wdym he’d stay seated? Nope, he’s too caring for that.

Mingyu: Mingyu would be the most obvious of the group, and it’s honestly adorable. This man wears his heart on his sleeve. He’d try to stay cool, but his constant glances and slightly furrowed brows would give him away. If the flirter gets too close, he’d have no choice but to step in. He’d walk over with that signature puppy smile, but there’s a possessiveness in his eyes that makes it clear who you belong to. This puppy is anything but subtle.

Minghao: The8 would radiate confidence. He trusts you and knows you can handle yourself, but that doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention. If someone gets too bold, he’d walk over, might place a light hand on your back or shoulder, a subtle but powerful gesture that says, ‘This is my person.’ He’s the type to protect you without making a scene, and we should be swooning because he’s so effortlessly cool about it.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan would be dramatic internally but composed externally. He’d whisper to the members, “Are they serious right now?” before shooting occasional side-eyes at the scene. If he feels like you’re uncomfortable, he’d march over, his protective instincts kicking in. He’s fiercely loyal and wouldn’t hesitate to let the flirter know they’re out of line—but in the most eloquent way possible.

Vernon: He would be unbothered on the surface, but internally? He’s watching everything. He trusts you completely and knows you can handle yourself, so he’d sit back and observe unless things got out of hand. If he does intervene, it would be in the chillest way possible—maybe a simple hand on your shoulder or a quick, “Hey, you good?” He’s just subtle about his protectiveness, and he's here for his low-key energy.

Dino: Dino would NOT be the least protective. He’d watch the interaction closely, his brows furrowed slightly. If the flirter gets too bold, he’d approach confidently, standing tall. He might not say much, but his presence alone would be enough to make the other person back off. He’s mature enough to stand up for his love.

[eiralunaire]

It was a quiet day in Dick Grayson's apartment. He had returned from a grueling mission and decided to distract himself with one of his favorite activities: looking through magazines related to interior design and photography, his side interests outside of hero work. He had bought a pack of magazines at a store, trusting that the cashier had understood his instructions, and was excited to flip through them.

However, upon opening the first magazine, what he saw perplexed him. They weren't interior designs or stunning landscapes. They were women in lingerie.

"What the...?" Dick muttered, frowning.

He flipped through the pages quickly, thinking he had chosen the wrong magazine. But then, his gaze stopped. There, on one of the center pages, was Reader.

"It can't be..." he whispered, leaning toward the image to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Reader was posing in a black lingerie set, with an air of elegance and confidence that seemed completely opposite to the cold and distant woman he knew from Damian's descriptions. Dick couldn't help but let out an incredulous laugh.

Determined to find out more, Dick looked through the rest of the magazines. To his surprise, Reader appeared in several of them: swimsuits, evening gowns, even in a special edition of wedding dresses. In each of them, Reader posed with the same intensity and professionalism, although some photos showed a more relaxed and playful side, as if she were enjoying the job.

"So this is 'the girl who drives Damian crazy'," he said to himself, with a smile.

But his curiosity didn't stop there. He decided to take photos of the covers and some pages and send them to the Wayne family chat group, which was usually a space to share memes, jokes and casual updates.

Dick: *"Is this what Damian calls 'a potential threat'? Because honestly, she doesn't look that dangerous."*

(He attached several photos of Reader in different outfits.)

The response was not long in coming.

Jason: *"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Damian, you've been found out! Is this why you're not sleeping at night?"*

Tim: *"Who is this? Wait... is this Reader? The same girl Damian's been keeping an eye on for years?"*

Bruce: *"Grayson, why do you have those magazines?"*

Dick: *"It was an accident. But hey, I couldn't keep this gem to myself."*

Jason: *"Jewelry? Damian's probably got a whole collection in his room."*

Damian, who was in the Batcave going over some reports, saw his phone explode with notifications. Upon opening the group, his face went from confusion to absolute anger.

"Grayson!" he growled, suddenly standing up and beginning to type an angry response.

Damian: *"Shut your mouth, Grayson! This has nothing to do with me."*

Dick: *"Relax, little bro. I'm just saying you have good taste. Although, honestly, I'm surprised you haven't done anything about it yet."*

Jason: *"Damian? Doing something romantic? I don't see it."*

Tim: *"This explains a lot... but it also raises more questions."*

That same night, as Damian tried to ignore his brothers' taunts, Dick decided it was time to step in. He knew Damian was too stubborn to admit his feelings for Reader, but he also knew that if no one did something, Damian would end up losing any chance with her.

"I think it's time to give him a push," he muttered to himself, with a mischievous smile.

He grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his contacts until he found Reader's name. Years of working on the Titans and the Hero Network had left him with an extensive contact list.

Dick: *"Hi, Reader. I'm Dick Grayson, Damian's brother. I know this may sound strange, but I think it would be good for you and Damian to talk. There are things that need to be cleared up. I can arrange a neutral meeting if you're interested."*

A few minutes later, Reader's reply came through.

Reader: *"Grayson? Is this some kind of joke?"*

Dick: *"Not at all. I just think you two have unfinished business, and as someone who's seen too much already, I think it would be good for both of you to work it out."*

Reader: *"I'm not interested in talking to him. But thanks for the offer."*

Dick: *"Not even to clarify why he knows so much about your modeling days? Because, believe me, it's given him a lot of... 'inspiration.'"*

Reader's silence was enough for Dick to know he'd hit a nerve.

"This is going to get interesting," he said, preparing himself for the chaos he knew was about to unfold.

[jack-o-cat]

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

At the moment, I only identify with the therian label. That being said, I am going through an identity crisis at the moment because I'm kinda feeling phantom limbs similar to that of an ars goetia from HB??? And now I'm trying to figure out if it's just a cameo shift or if I'm fictionkin or otherkin

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

I'm a northwestern wolf, red fox, and domestic cat. I occasionally experience phantom antlers that have me questioning if I'm also a fallow deer

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

Yes! I experience mild phantom shifts every now and then. How frequent they are will fluctuate randomly, though I can sometimes force one by thinking about my theriotypes. Yet, even when I force a shift, I can't control what limbs I end up feeling. Most of my shifts are that of my wolf theriotype. I've also experienced mental shifts, but they're less frequent and less intense.

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

I'm still learning that it's okay to let myself experience my therianthropy. Most of the time, I experience it in my social interactions, where I end up instinctively using cat body language when talking to people. There are also times where I have the urge to vocalize. Unfortunately, I often have to ignore it due to being around humans. It's an odd feeling. Sometimes it's like fighting a cough while other times it's barely even noticeable. I also spend a lot of time mourning the things I'll never be able to have or experience like unsheathing my claws, living with a pack, or curling my tail around myself. I feel uncomfortable doing quads sometimes because I'm hyper aware of the fact that my body isn't moving or built in the way that it should be. Besides that, I am comfortable with my humanity and embrace it as being another part of my multifaceted identity

5/ What do you think of the community?

From what I've seen, they seem really awesome!

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

Vocals. I don't get to do them often, but when I do they feel so much happier. Sometimes, phantom shifts also make me feel euphoric. Just the feeling of having a tail, muzzle, or paws is comforting to me. Quads is great too!

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

Occasionally. It's not so much that I hate being human, so much as I long for other features and abilities. It hurts that I can't have them

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

Take it slow. You don't have to figure all it out right away. Give yourself grace and the chance to be yourself, the rest will come with time

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

I don't have any gear yet, but I would love to have a tail, cat paw gloves, a mask, and ears

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

I'm pretty sure most of it comes from my autism. I feel that it may have influenced how I socialize and perceive myself. That being said, I also don't think that all of it comes from my autism. In the end, it's all just me being me

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

I don't know anyone to tag, so I guess this is just open to anyone who wants to take part!

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[userautumn]

i didn't have a big post planned and, in fact, actually forgot it was new year's eve because i've been working but i NEVER miss an opportunity to reflect so 💕 hmm let's see. 2024 was a Character Development year for sure. this year was for the plot. from april onward, this was one of the hardest years of my life, if not the hardest, but the people i love... oh, the people i love. you guys kept me going this year. thank you for allowing me to spend this life with you. and now, a few love notes, because i can <3

@bigassbowlingballhead - jon words cannot express how grateful i am that this year brought you and i together. you have been one of the most comforting presences in my life and i love you so deeply. thank you for always listening, for making me laugh out loud, for holding all of my secrets in the palm of your hand, and, as always, for your unrelenting kindness. i adore you and can't wait to scream about snw3 with you.

@malinaa @meyhew - seedlys, we've been in each other's lives for many years but this year i felt like i became friends with you guys all over again. you provided me a safe space to share the thing that's most precious to me in the entire world (my book) without judgement and words cannot express how much i do not take that safety for granted. thank you for holding my hand and listening to me be an annoying perfectionist about it, thank you for being excited and screaming with me, for being supportive, for letting me ramble. thank you for being in my life. i love you. i worry sometimes you guys don't know how deeply that love runs but please know that the fountain of my adoration is infinite and without bottom, even if i seem awkward or don't always show it / express it. i grow more and more thankful for you guys every day.

@godlightbuckley @ontoheartache - not to be all like "finding light in the darkness" but the fact that liam's death brought me closer to you guys truly is the one (1) bright spot out of that whole thing. annie and katie, you two are so beloved to me. your kindness, your compassion, your inner beauty — both of you have become such lights in my life in such a short time and i, with full sincerity, couldn't have made it through without you. thank you for being exactly who you are. i love you.

@dadbodbuck - jay dadbodbuck, i would trust you with my life. thank you for being a BIG part of the reason i made it through this year alive.

@texasbama - you already know, friend. thank you. for all the large and small things, thank you. ily.

@kitkatpancakestack - k, i consider it one of my greatest privileges and highest joys to be in your life, to be considered a friend by you. the amount of trust you've shown me, the number of times you've made me laugh, your kindness, the way you put me at ease from literally the moment we started talking, all the times you message me randomly just to say hi — these are all special little treasures i hoard deep inside my chest. i love you, yes, but i also love being loved by you. your friendship is a warm balm on a cool day. thank you for taking a chance on me. you are an incredible human being and i'm excited to see where life takes you because i know in my soul you're going to flourish at everything you do.

@rewritetheending - morgan, you and i are cut from the same cloth in a lot of ways and that makes you one of the few people i feel totally at ease with. watching you become a Writer(TM) this year has made me so proud and i know it's only up from here. thank you for all the long talks about life and characters, for speaking my language, for letting me love you and your family, and for always being a message away.

@bucksboobs @freewayshark @kinardbuckleys - cedric, brittany, and jess, fellow survivors of the 911blr descent into purgatory and the reason i'm not a bigger bitch on main. i love you guys. thank you for letting me be a cunt in peace.

@mistletouchunderthetree - amber, you were a friend to me in a very specific way when literally no one else was. i can't really articulate what that meant to me, especially considering how vulnerable i was and the layers of emotion wrapped up in that particular moment. but. you know what i'm talking about and i hope you realize how grateful i am for you. i'm so thankful for this year because it allowed us to become a deeper part of each other's lives. i am so lucky to know you and to have the opportunity to exist in your orbit. you and i are locked in for life, sorry, no takebacks. i love you, girl. i hope 2025 brings you nothing but peace and bliss.

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - lincoln. ough. man. thank you for being a part of my past and my present. i hope to be a part of your future for as long as you will have me.

@flaming-phoenixes - you are always the best part of every year. thank you for riding out 2024 with me. i love you down to the marrow of my bones, down to all the molecules and atoms that comprise my being, and i promise i always will.

there are so so so many more people i can name here who, in some way and with full sincerity, made this year worth living. to name a few more:

@comfortingevanbuckley @kirkaut @apassingbird @catdadeddie @nydoorin-lionett

@mistchievous @louferrignojrofficial @jdeanmorgan @nubuckleather @ohithankyou

@newtkelly @mellaithwen @libraryofloveletters @gayhoediaz @lemmeaskthedevil

@alex1424 @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @buckxtommy

i'm still forgetting so many people, but if you think i'm talking about you, i probably am. thank you for walking with me through the labyrinth, for lighting up my night sky, and for being my joy when i couldn't find any.

happy new year, guys. i hope it's kind to you all 💕

[rainix13]

Eyes Don't Lie

masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x ExShieldAgent!Reader

description: Natasha gets sent on a mission to stop R one way or another but things go another way

Words: ~3k

Genre: fluff, angst (?)

Warnings: mention of suicide and death, violence (more or less), bad english (I wrote this at 3am)

Happy New Year

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Agent Romanoff stands in Director Fury's office, in front of them a big package.

Inside were two dead Shield Agents and a note.

Shield never should've started making deals with criminals. Their blood is on your hands Director. - ℛ

"Looks like her handwriting."

"Find her. I don't care if she's alive when you come back but wherever she goes she leaves dead people and that needs to stop."

"Are we sure it's her? Clint and I were the only ones to ever call her Raven. It's not exactly logical why she should use this as inital for a message" The assassin asked reluctantly.

"Is your personal connection gonna be a problem, Agent Romanoff?" The Director asks sternly but she shakes her head. "Of course not, Director"

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You just arrived at the gala in Rome and got yourself a drink, looking around to spot your target.

It doesn't take long for you to find him. Red velvet suit, girls and women around him as if he'd give out smoothies for free.

You go to the bar and order yourself a drink when your eyes catch something else. Better someone. "Your drink" the bartender pulls your gaze away when he hands you your espresso martini. Slowly you look back to where your view was fixated on seconds before. But of course she was nowhere to be seen.

When you can't spot her anywhere else you shake your head smiling to yourself "Always a dance with you"

With that you put your glass down and make your way to the ladies room. But before you get there a hand grabs your arm, holding you back.

"I knew I wasn't hallucinating, when I saw you there, red" You turn around with a mischievous smile. The navy blue dress hugged her figure perfectly but was just loose enough that you knew she hid at least a few knives under it. Her red hair was longer than last time you've seen her and complimented her green piercing eyes. When your eyes meet, for a short moment everything stops. "You need to come with me" Natasha says in a firm tone. It sounded a bit pressured. Unnatural. But you know better than to trust on anything you hear from her. Not when her eyes say so much more. Ever had. That never ending green, that once hold so much affection for you.

You were good friends for quite a while. She saved your ass a few times and the other way around. When Clint was away she'd seek shelter in your room. Your friendship always held a flirtatious undertone but nothing either of you ever acted on.

But when Clint died everything fell apart. She fell apart. And you saved her. Held her when she cried, stopped her when she buried herself and her emotions in missions, calmed her down when she woke up from another nightmare.

It took months until Natasha slowly became herself again but you were there, waiting patiently until she took another step to build herself up again.

In that time both your teasing flirts turned into soft affection but still neither acted on it.

And then you left, leaving a trace of dead people behind you. Initially you planned to fake your own death. You'd have at least a few months to reorganize yourself and your situation until Shield would be on your heels again. But when you had the chance you couldn't do it. Hating Shield all you wanted, you couldn't let Natasha believe that another person close to her died in action. So she was the reason you made your life a lot harder. The day you left the Shield base for a last time you wrote a note, dropping it off at her room at the compound.

It's not your fault. Stay strong and kind

- your Raven

It was a nickname you earned in one of your first missions with the redhead. She had false intel and on a weapons dealer and got herself into a rather difficult situationship but wasn't able to communicate with Shield. Your mission was to hunt her down and get her out of there before they found out who she really was. And somehow you managed to do just that. You had barley any hints but found her in time and got her out. When you were on your way back in the Quinjet the Black Widow smirked at you "Good job, Raven"

You smiled at the compliment coming from THE Black Widow "Ravens?"

In response she shrugged "Yeah. Exceptionally great hunters."

"You know that that's not actually possible" you sigh, turning away but she hardened her grip around your arm. "It wasn't a request" she says lowley but now an evenly dangerous smirk plasters your face. "I'd be careful on how I act if I were you, Red. We wouldn't want to start a massacre" You subtly gesture around you, her eyes following yours. Across the room were several people staring directly at her. "Four dancing, two at the bar and another two talking to other guests. Every one of them at least as armed as you are, my beautiful assassin."

Natasha shakes her head faintly blushing at the given nickname. "You and I both know that they wouldn't be a match for the two of us. You don't have to work for them. Come back with me. Please." She whispers, almost pleading you'd take that chance. How much truth behind that pleading tone was, isn't something you're willing to bet on.

A sad smile returns to your face "I- They don't force me to do anything. They more or less work for me They're here to protect me. You make a wrong move and I couldn't even stop them from killing you on the spot."

She closes her eyes in disbelief "You were right. It's always a dance with you"

With that she pulls you on the dance floor, finding the rhythm to the slow waltz. "Why? Why are you doing this?" Her one hand on your hip, the other holding your own. "'Cause Shield changed. I was never content with making deals with criminals just because they could contain worse criminals. Just because they're less bad I won't accept that we let them do horrible things. They're destroying lives and families too. And some of those bastards even became Shield Agents. They run their cartels and mobs while getting paid by Shield." You didn't plan on sharing that much on the spot but Natasha was always special to you. Your weakness, the one thing that could make you a liability when you're not working with her. With every word you spoke the frown on the older woman's face gets deeper. "That's not true. I know that there are two or three affiliates who aren't completely legal and innocent but Shield would never-" You interrupt her, your gaze hardening. "Yes they would. You don't even need to believe me I can show you the files. I found them by accident, copied them and ran" "They're fake" Natasha spits, a mix of anger and confusion lacing her tone but you just pull her from the dance floor towards the ladies room.

"See for yourself" You say handing her your phone before you push her into a stall, blocking it from the outside. "Y/N, let me out! Now." In that moment another woman enters just in time to hear her say "I swear I'm gonna kill you here and now if you don't let me out right now"

The woman who entered locks eyes with you "Any problems? If she makes trouble-" You shake your head. "I can handle her. Make sure Antonio doesn't leave, we need him. I just need to get this here over with first" The woman in front of you nod, giving the new orders out to everyone else before she leaves. "You know you can't handle me. Not in a fight anyway" The mix of angry playfulness and stating mere facts undeniable. "Did you read the files?" You ask, hoping she wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your own voice. With some hesitation the redhead answers "Yeah. I- The last file..." she trails off not wanting to say it out loud. The last file was the one that made something inside you snap when you read it first. It was about the agent who was Clint's partner on the mission he died in. Throughout that mission their target came in contact with the drug cartel this 'agent' was running. He sabotaged Clint's intercom so he wouldn't take down his cartel. His plan was that Clint noticed the broken intercom and just wouldn't go. But Clint noticed it too late and by then he was so deep in, he didn't manage to get out. That agent was responsible for Clint's death. "An accident. That's how Fury described it in the final report." You say bitterly and open the door. The redhead steps out, tears threatening to fall from her eyes but you avoid her gaze as you continue. "That's why I'm here today. It took me the last seven months to bring down other, smaller organizations to finally get some intel on him."

"You could have told me" Natasha argues quietly but you shake once again your head.

She takes your hand again, leading you back to the dance floor. You return to the position you were in previously, her free hand on your waist, yours on her shoulder.

For a few minutes you just dance until you break the comfortable silence.

"Shield is your life. I didn't want to take that from you"

"But it was because of Clint. You know that. You pieced back together what was left of me after...after he died. You should've told me."

You sigh and can't resist to lay your head on her shoulder, breathing in her comforting scent. "You don't understand. I...I never meant for you to find out. I wanted to avenge him and i don't know. Probably chase down the loose ends that were left after that."

"If I shouldn't notice, leaving a trail of bodies isn't exactly elegant. You probably just should've - I don't know - fake your death or something. Then we wouldn't have been on you from the first second on" her soft teasing smirk playing around her lips when you look up but you don't send one back. Instead you laugh humorless and finally meet her eyes. "You think I'm that stupid? To not consider that option? I should be insulted. I had a whole plan. A fake scenario mission. Timed perfectly, so you'd be away on a mission and couldn't jump in to save me. I even went on that mission. Told the other agent to stay back in the jet. It was perfect"

"What went wrong?" she pushes, noticing the sudden change in your demeanor.

You close your eyes and bury your face deeper in her shoulder, trying to avoid her gaze.

"Human error" you whisper so she can barely hear it but she did. "I stood there. On a cliff. I had a hologram mission running - stole a few training bots and programmed them to act like the enemies. The last bot should've run to me near the cliff. We both know these bots aren't a real match but I would've faked an intense fight, some struggle and then he would've pushed me off the cliff. But last second I just shot him. I thought about jumping. Correcting the mistake I just did by a tragic unforseen suicide. Of course my plan wasn't fool proof. The possibility to die from the fall or jump was about twenty percent. But that wasn't the problem." You pause, remembering the situation. You stood there, already balancing on the edge. Just one step.

"What was the problem?" Natasha brings you back to the present. You let yourself sink against her even more, inhaling her vanilla scent while you mentally prepare to escape the upcoming awkwardness.

"Y/N?" she pulls you out of your thoughts "It was you" you reply carefully "I'm aware that - for you - what we had probably wasn't as intense and personal as your relationship to Clint was but  I still couldn't bear the thought of loading another death on you. So I shot at the bot. And didn't jump. You didn't do anything wrong and you didn't deserve to have to work through that kind of grief again. So instead I just ran. Because of you"

When she doesn't reply immediately you pull away and turn to go but before you get far, she once again gets a hold of you and pulls you back. And for the first time this evening you can see it. The internal battle she fights. How her cold professionalism flickers and reveals something else. Something warmer.

"What did we mean to you?" she asks.

A painful smile crosses your face when you find your voice again "You don't wanna know that. Especially not since you're here to either bring me back to Fury or kill me."

"What if I weren't here for that?" her green eyes pleading for an answer.

Just when you open your mouth to answer one of your people comes up again "You can speak, Chase. She's... she's alright" You reassure him. "Our target is going to leave soon." You nod and turn to Natasha. "Twenty minutes. Give me twenty minutes and I'll do anything you want. I'll let you kill me. I'll let you drag me back to prison. I promise."

With that you slip into the crowd, looking for Antonio.

When you find him you walk up to him, greeting him in your best french accent "Antonio, my hero"

The blonde turned to you, a huge confident smile on his lips. "And who are you, mi amore?"

From then it was almost too easy. You asked all the love drunken questions getting all the self-centered, personal answers you wanted. Internally you rolled your eyes every time he began a new sentence but the more you knew about him and his life, the more you could piece into what you knew about his father.

"And who do you owe such beauty and greatness to? You must have great genetics?" You hope to direct the conversation to his father and of course it works. "Most of this is coming from my own hard work, mir amore. But of course you're right, a great painting needs a good canvas." You internally cringe at the reference. Now you'd never be able to look at a canvas the same. "That canvas was provided by my dear father, Jovanno Conti. We can visit him if you spend the weekend with me at mia casa. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to meet such a pretty little woman like you." He lays his arm around your waist and it takes all your self control not to push him away but you stay still. "Oh, where is your casa, Antonio?" For some reason especially self-centered rich men absolutely love hearing their own name at the end of every sentence. "In Bologna, you ever been there?" You shake your head. That was everything you needed. But until you could finally excuse yourself to 'use the bathroom' you had to endure his talking five long more minutes.

When you could finally go you immediately find Natasha again and go to her. "I got everything, we're ready to go." Chase, who stands right behind the redhead nod and gives the others a sign.

Without another word you lead Natasha to the car that waited for you.

Inside you sigh "I won't fight you. If you kill me let me write down the intel I got so you can avenge Clint. If you want to put me behind bars let me blow that bastard up first."

"Why? So your people kill me?" Natasha asks for what feels like the thousandth time this evening. A small smile escapes you as the two cars behind you blow up. All eight people gone. "You out of all people should know that the maximum of 'team' I work with is two"

Natasha's face still holds confusion so you continue. "I don't have people. They were what was left from the smaller organizations I took down. They convinced me to let them work for me. All of them already planned my death, I was just a little faster with planning theirs. It's just you and me. And that legally paid, innocent chauffeur in front"

"Then why won't you fight me? I mean i-if you're right - think that you're right" Natasha corrects herself "then why would you give that up?"

"You really don't understand it, do you, Natasha? I give up for the same reason I ran instead of faking my death. I give up because it's you." A single tear escapes your eyes "It's always you." Your voice cracks.

The final facade of professionalism the redhead held up slipped away, leaving you confronted with the raw and deep affection in her eyes.

"Then let me leave Shield behind and go with you. Please Y/N." You took a shaky breath before blinking some tears away.

"I'm not worth everything else you have left in your life. It'd be wasted" you say bitterly, with a self-disgusted fake smile on your lips.

"No, it's not" Nat argues in a for her unusually soft tone but you shake your head "Yes, it is"

This time she contradicts with more pressure. Her determination clear, though her voice still soft and caring.

"Not if it's you" after a short pause she adds "not for me"

And before she can stop herself she closes the last bit of distance between you. Your lips melt against hers and you just let it happen. Your never stopping  salty tears mixing with the sweetness of her lips. You never wanted this moment to be over. After waiting so long to do this she finally did it and you are falling apart for her. But for now you don't even bother, your lips fit so perfectly, her strong arms pulling you on her lap. You only broke away because both of you desperately needed some air.

She holds you close enough you can breathe in her scent and yet her hold on you isn't tight. Her hands only loosely grabbing on to you, as if she put too much pressure on, you might break under them. As if your physical appearance was as fragile as you look right now. So vulnerable and tired. So lost.

Your teary eyes make your vision blurry but Natasha's hands move up to your cheeks, wiping them gently away.

"I missed you so much, my little raven" The older woman whispered, her own voice thick with emotions. "I missed you too."

Both your eyes glowing, promising things neither of you could ever put into words.

[pen-for-sword]

Lmao this sucks but

Queer, trans Chinese-Indonesian uni student (and dog) needs about $400 to cover rent for one year, please help?

P@yPäI: @ easternrose99

KoFi: @ pen-for-sword

Patreon: patreon.com/kai_hu

I can, uh, do shitty doodles of anything at Pay-What-You-Want starting at $1. I also do proofreading & editing, so if anyone's interested in that just shoot me a DM.

Picture of my dog^ Her name is Emily and she means the world to me.

I know money's tight these days, and I hate that I have to do this at all, but I'm getting desperate and there's not a lot of places that'll take me and my dog (for context I live in Yogyakarta, Indonesia, a heavily Muslim area. Dogs are considered haram, so it's a huge pain to find a landlord that will let me bring her with me).

Rent is paid per year and upfront here- it's a little over $1.5k for me. I got most of it- and let me tell you, as a uni student with no real job, it was hell scrimping and saving to make it- but I'm still about $400 short. My partner was supposed to help me make half of that rent, but ever since he got laid off he's had trouble finding work.. I ended up putting in my half of rent plus some of his but it's still not enough.

December was already pretty miserable- I lost my grandpa suddenly in a freak elevator accident and was shipped off immediately after to do my mandatory community service (graduation requirement). Shit way to start the new year, really.

Since I'm from a third world country every dollar really does count for a lot :") for scale, $5 USD converted to IDR would be enough to get me a steak at a nice restaurant. $400 USD is the equivalent to a little over a month's salary working in the capital city. If you can't donate then please reblog or share, there's a small chance somebody who can help will see it.

Thanks guys. Hope your 2025 is going better than mine is rn 😭👍

[sprunkimortality]

Not to be rude and pry, but how exactly did Gray and MFC start dating? As far as I can tell, MFC needs help leaving the lab and I’m not sure how willing gray is to go down there.

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[Some years ago, before Fun Bot was created, there was just Garnold, Clukr, and Mr. Fun Computer. Mr. Fun Computer had always been tethered to the underground lab; his multitude of wires made it difficult to get him out without severely compromising some aspects. Thus, the only life he knew was underground, with his Fathers regularly visiting him.

He was content with this life for a while, happy to provide assistance to his creators whenever they needed him to answer some questions or when they were bored and needed a game to play. But he began to notice the imperfections.

Father Garnold wasn't always present. Sometimes, it would just be Father Clukr, staying in the laboratory until late in the night, in which Father Garnold would come by to take him away until the next morning. Sometimes, they both were absent, leaving Mr. Fun Computer alone in the dark. Mr. Fun Computer didn't mind the dark, but the loneliness ate at him during these moments.]

MFC: "Fathers, why is it that you don't always remain in the laboratory? Isn't it more convenient- and pleasant- to stay and live here? Why have two homes?"

[The question was sudden, enough to catch both Sprunkies' attention.]

Garnold: "Well, kiddo...we can't always be down here. We have a life up there too."

Clukr: "Matters to attend to, people to socialize with, the like."

MFC: "...there are more Sprunkies?"

Garnold: "Well, yeah! We aren't the only ones in town."

MFC: "Town? There's a community up there? And you didn't let me know?"

Garnold: "...oh, okay, that sounds real wrong, now that you mention it."

Clukr: "Hmh...yes, Fun Computer. There is a community up there, the community of Smalltowne."

[As Father Garnold and Father Clukr told Mr. Fun Computer more about the town and its folks, Mr. Fun Computer grew more intrigued. From the sounds of it, the community was diverse, with lots of fun Sprunkies of varying shapes, colors, and personalities. He wanted to know more.]

MFC: "I want to go out there and meet them!"

Garnold: "...uh, well-"

Clukr: "You can't move, Fun Computer. It'll damage you."

MFC: "But I want to see the people! I want to talk to them too! I didn't know there's more to life than staying down here, and I want to see it myself!"

Garnold: "Uh, hate to break it to you, but that will literally...shut you down, kid! You're basically connected to the lab- it's a part of you at this point! If we cut you off, how much of you can we even preserve into a smaller and portable form?"

MFC: "Why does it have to be this way, Fathers? I want to meet the people! I want to meet new friends! It's not fair how you get to do it, but I don't!"

Clukr: "Fun Co-"

MFC: "I WANT. TO MEET. THEM."

[The wrath of their computer son and his mass of electrifying wires was far too dangerous for the married couple to simply ignore. Multitudes of]

Garnold: "FC! FC! Ease in, buddy! Ease in! We'll think of something!"

Clukr: "Why on Sprunki World did you think giving him mobile appendages was a good idea?"

Garnold: "They looked cool!"

MFC: "LET ME. MEET. THE OTHER. SPRUNKIES."

Clukr: "Oh for the love of- Fun Computer! Listen to me for a moment! What if- What if we bring them to you instead?"

[Mr. Fun Computer paused.]

MFC: "...bring them?"

Clukr: "Yes, they can...come visit you. Whenever they can. And you can communicate to them, show your features, whatnot. Is that reasonable, Fun Computer?"

MFC: "..."

[To the couple's relief, this seemed good enough for their unit son. His wires retracted, and the harsh glow on his screen dimmed.]

MFC: "...that sounds...reasonable enough."

Clukr: "Sigh. Very well. We'll act on it as soon as possible."

Garnold: "Now?"

Clukr: "Now, Garnold."

Garnold: "Ah...oh boy. You think they'd take the idea of a talking computer well, hun?"

Clukr: "There's a larger chance of acceptance than rejection."

[Thankfully, Clukr was right; when the people of Smalltowne heard of Mr. Fun Computer, they just had to check him out. Surely enough, they were amazed by his existence, how he seemed to answer every question so fast and so efficiently. Not to mention, the many times Mr. Fun Computer had entertained folks with his games, and the major part he played in organizing the fun events happening in town.

Mr. Fun Computer enjoyed it, and wouldn't trade the chances he got to interact with other Sprunkies for anything else in the world. But there was one interaction in particular that changed everything for him.]

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[The world felt large at that moment. Gray had his paws on his horns, gripping firmly as he ran away from everything. Everything was a blur; all he knew is that it was all overwhelmingly loud.

He didn't know where he was going. He simply took one look into the nearest dark area and dove in without a thought. He closed the hatch door behind him, nearly breathless as he collapsed onto the floor. His vision blurred and unblurred, sweat dampening his fur.]

Gray: "Hmm...h-hmmmnnggh..."

[His paws lowered to his body before he hugged himself firmly, rocking back and forth as he hummed quietly and atonally. It was one of the things he did whenever he felt this overwhelmed, to distract himself so he could slowly calm down.

Across him, he could see the floor going down in a slope, covered in a bumpy floor mat- the kind they use to increase friction. As the trembling of his arms slowed down and his vision completely unblurred, only then did he realize that he was in Clukr and Garnold's underground laboratory. He came here sometimes to admire the work and effort the two inventors spent in their creations, and he of course was one of the many witnesses of Mr. Fun Computer. Though he never really directly interacted with the unit, he still had a sense of appreciation for the intricacy of his design.

Gray knew that if he got out of the lab now, he would be hit with those loud, grating noises again, and he didn't want to suffer through another meltdown. He held onto the walls for support as he stood, before deciding walking further down into the laboratory.

It was dark and empty without Clukr or Garnold around. Gray looked around at the multitude of equipments, tools, and other items strewn about, some in an organized manner, others seemingly left sitting without thought as to how they were placed.

At the very end of the room was the unit himself; Mr. Fun Computer, seemingly in an inactive state. Gray found himself approaching him, stopping a short distance in front of him just to observe.

By now, Mr. Fun Computer was considered an old model, something that should have been outdated, obsolete. And yet, Gray couldn't help but admire him regardless. The way his black screen reflected the glow of the pendant around Gray's neck, the way his design was so seemingly simple, yet simultaneously complicated especially on the inside. Most of all, he was fascinated by how he seemed to be connected to the entirety of the laboratory, his wires extending all over like a giant network.

He found himself hovering his paw over the keyboard, feeling the bumps of every key with his fingertips. He imagined, briefly, what it would be like to type something on him. Would Mr. Fun Computer feel it? How much does he feel any of the inputs he receives? Can he feel at all?

He had seemingly let his mind wander too far, and before he knew it, his finger pressed a little too hard on a random key- muscle memory be damned. Instantly, a faint glow shone on the screen.]

MFC: "Ah!"

Gray: "Ah--"

[Gray quickly pulled his paw back, startled as much as Mr. Fun Computer was. The glow disappeared as quickly as it came, but Gray knew that the unit had awoken by now.]

Gray: "...uh...sorry."

[He found himself apologizing, tucking his paws behind him. The monitor remained blank for a while, not a sound emitting from the unit's speakers. But then, gradually, there was a glow again. A faint white glow, which shifted and transformed until it formed the shape of a face; the face everyone recognized and loved.

Mr. Fun Computer looked back at Gray, his digital eyes staring with a hint of curiosity.]

MFC: "Gray Houndson. What brings you here?"

[Gray's arms shuffled awkwardly behind his back.]

Gray: "Uh, nothing, I just...um. I...wanted to look around, I guess."

MFC: "Look around?...in the dark? You may have your necklace light, but that still isn't sufficient for your eyes. Here, let me help!"

[After he said that, the lights in the laboratory flickered on. Gray winced, instinctively shielding his eyes.]

MFC: "Oh! Too bright? I can dim them if you'd like!"

[Gray slowly blinked as the fluorescent lights dimmed slightly, the laboratory now enveloped in a softer glow.]

Gray: "...um...thanks."

MFC: "No problem! What else can I do for you? You can ask me anything! Or you could ask to play something! I have a lot of games, offline and online!"

[Gray timidly shuffled in place.]

Gray: "Actually, I just want to...stay here for a bit."

MFC: "Stay here? In the lab? Why so?"

Gray: "...it's...too loud outside."

MFC: "Oh...noted! You don't like loud noise."

Gray: "...yeah."

[Faint beeps and boops can be heard from Mr. Fun Computer's speakers as he saves the piece of information.]

MFC: "You can sit down if you'd like! Give your body a rest!"

[Gray turned his gaze to the nearby chair.]

Gray: "O- Oh. Thanks. I guess."

[He slowly sits down on the chair, pushing it a bit closer to Mr. Fun Computer before leaning back. Mr. Fun Computer simply smiled at him, as he always did to companions who visited.]

MFC: "You sure you don't want anything else other than to sit?"

Gray: "...yeah."

MFC: "Alright! Let me know if you change your mind."

[Mr. Fun Computer's screen flickered, but just as he was about to go into sleep mode again, Gray spoke.]

Gray: "...how long have you been down here?"

MFC: "Hm? How long I've been in the laboratory? Since...forever, actually! Been here my whole life. Never got out. Not like I can, haha!"

Gray: "...I mean, like...how long has it been since someone other than Clukr and Garnold came down here?"

MFC: "Oh!...hm..."

[Faint digital noises played as Mr. Fun Computer seemed to think about that question.]

MFC: "...well, a week by now."

Gray: "A week?"

MFC: "Yeah!"

Gray: "Who was it?"

MFC: "Simon. He wanted to know about the nutritional values of breakfast."

Gray: "...does it get boring?"

MFC: "What?"

Gray: "Like...answering questions. Does it bore you?"

MFC: "...well..."

[Mr. Fun Computer's gaze wandered as he thought once more.]

MFC: "I love helping people and answering their questions! Though I'll admit...it does get redundant. It's always...what's this, or how does this work, or...how do I do this."

Gray: "Oh, ok."

[Mr. Fun Computer looked at Gray again. The curious look in his eyes was back.]

MFC: "...do you mind if I ask you something, Gray Houndson?"

Gray: "Um...just call me Gray, please."

MFC: "Noted! Do you mind if I ask you something, Gray?"

Gray: "Sure."

MFC: "...why are those your first two questions for me?"

Gray: "What do you mean?"

MFC: "Well...over the past few years I've spent with Sprunkies, I noticed a pattern. Their first questions would usually fall under the kinds I've described earlier; curiosities they have about certain things, about the world. This is your first time talking to me directly isn't it?"

Gray: "Yeah."

MFC: "And your first two questions...don't involve whatsits and how-to's. Your questions are...about me."

Gray: "...well...I was curious. About you. How you're doing."

MFC: "...really?"

Gray: "Yeah."

MFC: "Why?"

Gray: "...uh, well...I wanted to...know how you're doing."

MFC: "That doesn't...explain much."

Gray: "Sorry. I can't articulate it."

MFC: "That's okay! I'll keep your answer in mind for now."

[Another set of digital noises played as Mr. Fun Computer saved the information. Gray was silent after that, simply observing the unit as he processed things. In the silence, Mr. Fun Computer continued to wonder about Gray's first two questions, how they were more...personal, than logical. It was something he struggled to understand, which was strange- he understood many things, he was supposed to understand lots of things.

Minutes passed. Gray was still quiet, his gaze occasionally wandering towards the other equipment in the laboratory. At that moment, he hummed again, though this time, it was more melodic, quiet, almost serene. The sound piqued Mr. Fun Computer's curiosity, but he didn't intervene yet- he allowed Gray his moment of calm, listening to him humming this foreign melody. Only then did he speak again once Gray's hums fell quiet.]

MFC: "...what song was that?"

Gray: "Ascension by The Divine Machine. It's a more recent song. The official music video will release in about a month or so from now."

MFC: "The Divine Machine...those are the same words on your shirt."

Gray: "Oh, this is a piece of merch I ordered some years ago. I got it online because it's cheaper, and because I didn't want to have to go to a live concert just to get one. It still fits me."

MFC: "You like that band, don't you?"

Gray: "It's been my favorite band for years now. I've been a fan since before the second album was released. Most people who are like me call themselves OGs, but I don't really want to differentiate myself from the newer fans. Fans are fans, no matter how long they've liked something."

MFC: "...what made you like them in the first place?"

Gray: "Oh. Well, it kinda comes down to how they write their songs..."

[Gray proceeded to talk on and on about his favorite band, from the different theorized deeper meanings behind their songs, to the history of the band itself. For the first time in Mr. Fun Computer's life, he found himself to be the one asking questions than answering them.

By the time the conversation shifted into the structure of the songs, Gray paused. His expression faltered, almost seeming sheepish.]

Gray: "...how long have I been talking?"

MFC: "Approximately 10 minutes."

Gray: "I think I should stop."

MFC: "Why?"

Gray: "I don't want to bore you any further."

MFC: "You're not boring me!"

[Gray's eyes lit up slightly at that.]

Gray: "...are you sure?"

MFC: "Of course I am!"

Gray: "People get bored when I talk about this."

MFC: "Well, I'm not 'people,' am I?"

[Mr. Fun Computer smiled playfully.]

MFC: "Besides, it's nice to be the listener for once. You can continue if you'd like!"

Gray: "...oh...well...okay. As I was saying..."

[This went on for minutes, perhaps hours, with Gray doing most of the talking while Mr. Fun Computer only made a few comments here and there, including some questions to keep the surprisingly-passionate Sprunki going. Eventually, however, Gray stopped the chit-chat as soon as he heard someone else call for him outside.

The one thing that stuck out to Mr. Fun Computer, though, as Gray got up from the chair and headed out the laboratory hatch, were his parting words.]

Gray: "Take care."

[Mr. Fun Computer felt something flicker within him when he heard those words. Though he didn't need to, Gray was nevertheless concerned about his wellbeing. As much as he loved to interact with the other Sprunkies, he hadn't experienced this feeling outside of his interactions with his Fathers. Had he been created with a heart, it would be thumping audibly in his hypothetical chest.]

MFC: "You too, Gray."

[He found himself uttering those words, though Gray had already left before he could hear them. Mr. Fun Computer spent the rest of the day conserving every bit of information from his prior interaction with Gray. Not just the things he's said, but the little details in his tone and body language that showed glimpses of what he was like as a person.

He couldn't believe it. He actually got to know someone outside the family. Though he knew the face-value details of the townspeople, it was the little things- the ways in which people talked and acted- that intrigued Mr. Fun Computer the most. And it gave him this foreign, fluttery feeling. He wasn't sure at the time what it meant, but he felt that it was something meaningful.

And as Gray's visits became more frequent, the feeling only amplified. Soon, he found himself feeling less like the know-it-all who had the answer to everything, and more like an actual companion. It was nice to listen for once, and he didn't mind how long Gray's rambles tended to go, or how personal they got at times. He cherished all of it.]

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[ane-doodles]

Abut this 2024... Thanks to everyone

I wanted to sit down and write something for this end of the year full of surprises, please be patient with me because I am relying on a translator for this.

I recently decided to take a look at my blog posts this year, and boy have I seen some great things! Not only a significant improvement in my art, but seeing how I've dared to try new things and all the wonderful gifts I've received from all of you.

Starting with the fact that I probably wouldn't be here fulfilling my dreams and sharing my art if it weren't for all of you. Thanks to everyone who chipped in to help me with my PC, thanks to you I still have my job as a designer (hey surprise, I was the most active designer in the company this year :D), it has allowed me to do my research for my thesis, it has allowed me to dedicate myself to commissions as I have wanted for years and above all it has allowed me to share my art and improve significantly. Thank you.

I also want to thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday this year!! It was a bit of a complicated date at home and I spent weeks preparing my massive drawing attack (pt1 and pt2) … but I'm happy that everyone enjoyed it. Special thanks to the wonderful people who made me drawings QwQ, I promise to put them in my album one day. (There are a few more drawings missing from my pendrive, thanks to you too)

Special thanks also to everyone who attacked me during artfight!! I never expected so many people to shoot me with so much art, so many different styles that I really appreciate (my mom says she wants to frame some of them haha). I also got the chance to attack a lot of people with art, it was fun and I got to experiment a lot with coloring techniques and learned to draw faster. (Special mention to the last drawing which is a gif and should be appreciated properly, loviu <3)

Thanks also to all of you who have enjoyed my little comics. These have been pure experiment, trial and error… And seeing your comments has brought me a happiness that I can't describe (I want to talk about this later in another post, in the meantime let's continue with my cheesy stuff)

Special thanks to @/the-one-who-lambs (I'm embarrassed to tag >///<)who made me take up one of my old hobbies that I had abandoned years ago, now I have two giant bags of stuffing in my room for future use :3

Special mention to all of you who decided to commission me for art this year… You have been a special blessing in my home. Thanks to you and those who sometimes stop by my redbubble store I have been able to help out around the house and yesterday (after more than nine years) I was able to take my family out to eat and buy new clothes for the new year. Thank you.

And well, to finish I also want to thank all the friends, artists and in general everyone I have met during this year. In my life I never thought I would get to talk to someone behind the screen, much less with people I don't know in person or that I admire… It's still difficult for me but little by little I have been learning and I have gathered the courage for small conversations and interactions. I have received words of encouragement, questions, casual conversations, compliments and advice, and I can't think of anything that I value more than this, especially for someone who rarely leaves home but enjoys sharing their art with the world.

This year I have experienced so many new things that I can hardly imagine what surprises next year will bring. In the meantime I promise to put more effort into my art! try new things! try to interact more! (please be patient with me) and above all have fun with all of you.

Thank you all very much

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 56 to 16.

Here are my picks for Jan 3rd 2025, please go give them a read:

Unspoken Words by @winchesterwild78 & @cheekygirl2309 (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

More Than You Could Ever Know by @godmadeaterribleerror - A No Love Lost Christmas Special! Takes place about five months after the end of No Love Lost, sort of an epilogue to the main story. (Soldier Boy x Supe Female!Reader, The Boys)

When What We Had Was Everything by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - When Y/N really needs him, Jensen steps up, leaving all their past in the past. Can Y/N possibly do the same? (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

Come Find Me by @lightdancingwords - You are a new arrival to Big Sky, Montana, and found gainful employment with the local insurance department next door to the sheriff’s department. A whole new life with your past haunting you, while Beau is still dealing with the entanglements with his ex-wife. Can either of you succeed in overcoming your ghosts? (Beau Arlen x Female!Reader, Big Sky)

Forever After All by @jobean12-blog - You and Javi have been working together for a few months and you can't deny that you like him...everything about him. And you know you're not imagining the subtle flirting and lingering glances but when you have an assignment that puts you two closer than you 've ever been you find out what it all really means. (Javier Pena x Female!Reader, Narcos)

Family by @lila-lou - This Christmas is your first with Emily, Beau’s teenage daughter. Between her shy smiles and sharp wit, she’s learning to trust you, and you’re creating a home together. (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky)

New Year’s Bingo Card 2024: Bang by @bullet-prooflove (Eddie Diaz x Reader, 911)

Desire, I'm Hungry by @yourfavoritewitchbitch - You and Steve happen upon a strange flower and suddenly find yourselves separated from your friends in the Upside Down. An unrelenting desire overtakes the both of you, taking your friendship past the point of no return. (Steve Harrington x Reader, Stranger Things)

Bruised Fruit by @lostloveletters - Gloria falls like overripe fruit from a wilting tree branch, and Michael Corleone intends to devour her amidst the rot and decay that's long since taken root in his family, intent on dooming her with him for a chance at another heir. (Michael Corleone x OFC, The Godfather Series)

Are You Humming Radio Company? by @justwhisperingfantasies (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

Your Fault by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - Reader is pregnant and suffering from morning sickness, only to be comforted by Daryl. (Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead)

All I Want by @katehuntington - Sam and Dean come across an object that could be the solution to Michael. The Pearl of Baozhu grants the beholder’s deepest desire. Once Dean focuses on his wish, the archangel remains caged in his mind however. Instead his former girlfriend Y/N shows up, who was killed in 2010 in Detroit, by no other than the Devil himself. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Power In the Blood by @venus-haze - There’s power in the blood. Father Paul knows this. Soon, you will, too. (Father Paul Hill x Nun!Reader, Midnight Mass)

Change of Plans by @impala-dreamer - Sometimes, you gotta blow off your plans and blow your husband instead… (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader, RPF)

The Broken Circle by @jollyhunter - “Winchester” - That’s the name you applied with at the police department, when you started a new life in Big Sky, Montana, 4 years ago. It’s your deceased husband’s name. Or rather, meant-to-be husband, since Dean died 2 weeks before he got to propose to you. Today you return from your one month time-out. But a lot has changed since you went to visit Sam; You’ve got a new sheriff. And he’s the same man you thought you’d never see again. (Beau!Dean x Hunter!Reader, Big Sky/Supernatural)

Good Girl by @storiesofsvu (Grace Muncy x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Looking for more? Please check out my fic rec lists and writers rec lists (1, 2, 3). I do have some things to update like the Beau stories list, Alec, Russell, Jensen, Soldier Boy, Dean, etc (and I promise I will when I hopefully get more time this month) and I do have some more coming out, like for Law & Order: SVU, LOTR, etc.

In the meantime, if you’d like to peruse even more stories that are on my reading lists, please check out @biggerbearsreads and @tbbrebloglibrary (which will eventually take place of the 1st - tbbrl will be more organized by tags, etc) or you can check out @biggerbearficrecs.

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here to reblog:

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[deadlysoupy]

DATV banter if my Rook (Urchin) was a companion 2/? (part 1)

if you can't tell this is my addiction now. i pretend i'm being productive while not actually writing any long pieces i wanted to write. everyone wins!

Neve: Are you having any more headaches after Solas and Elgar’nan exchanged pleasantries in your head?

Rook: Well, they’re not headaches anymore, that’s for sure.

Neve: Migraines?

Rook: Yep.

Neve: If you need it, I have a good method for getting rid of them. Not permanently, of course, but they dissipate faster. I can cook something up for both of us.

Rook: Oh. Really?

Neve: Sure. Swing by my room and let me know.

Rook: Oh?

Neve: (laughs) Don’t get too excited now.

~~

Neve: So. You killed a noble.

Rook: Not my… proudest moment, but I don’t regret it.

Neve: That had to earn you some enemies.

Rook: Oh, for sure! I’m surprised no one tried to assassinate me yet. Unless they did try, and I was just too good.

Neve: (laughs) You are hard to get a hold of. But doesn’t it bother you?

Rook: Does your job bother you? You crossed a lot of important people in Dock Town.

Neve: Touché.

~~

Rook: You aren’t much of a crow, Lucanis.

Lucanis: Excuse me?

Rook: You’re more like a cat.

Lucanis: Are you… going to explain it, or?..

Rook: Nah, you figure it out.

Lucanis: (sighs) You and your riddles.

~~

Lucanis: You look good in leather, too.

Rook: Really? I don’t know…

Lucanis: You should try it. It could highlight your waist.

Rook: Oh? Been looking at my waist, have we?

Lucanis: I suppose I was. Just don’t wear capes. 

Rook: Ah, yeah, tried capes and other long dingly things. Got caught in a trap and almost ended up impaled. Don’t recommend wearing capes or cloaks in dungeons.

Lucanis: Duly noted.

~~

Rook: Davrin. What starts with an “A”...

Davrin: No. Nope. Denied.

Rook: But I didn’t even finish!

Davrin: And you won’t. Just keep walking.

Rook: (whine)

(a little bit later)

Rook: I’ll be quick. What squawks but doesn’t— 

Davrin: I said “no”! 

Rook: You’re a fun killer. A fun hunter.

Davrin: Uh-huh. Complain to someone else.

(and a little bit later again)

Rook: …

Davrin: …

Rook: Why can't you hear a phoenix go to the bathroom?

Davrin: …

Rook: Because it's pee is silent.

Davrin: (coughs to interrupt a laugh)

Rook: Ha! I heard that!

Davrin: (coughs) No, you didn’t.

Rook: O-oh, my dearest Davrin. I will never let you live this down. You like pee jokes?

Davrin: We aren’t talking about this.

Rook: Can we pee about it?

Davrin: I’m locking you up in your room when we get back.

Rook: Nice try. I can pick the lock.

Davrin: Not while tied up.

Rook: You wound me. Isabela teaches classes on how to unbind yourself to five-year-olds.

Davrin: Well then I’ll… figure out what to do with you later.

Rook: Challenge accepted, Pee Boy.

Davrin: I hate you.

~~

Rook: I had a pet once.

Davrin: Oh, yeah? 

Rook: A rat. It died.

Davrin: Oh. I’m… sorry?

Rook: (sighs) I’m making a terrible point. What I was trying to say is… We’re not always in control of who we take care of. You’re doing good, Davrin, even if you don’t think so.

Davrin: Uh. Thanks for the vote of confidence? Why did you bring this up in the first place?

Rook: I heard you talking to Assan before we left off. I guess I just had to say something.

Davrin: Hey. What did we talk about snooping?

Rook: “Snooping is bad”.

Davrin: That’s right. But thanks, Rook.

~~

Rook: “Professor Volkarin”, huh? You're a teacher?

Emmrich: Was, Rook. And, to be frank, I deeply miss it.

Rook: I wonder what you teach.

Emmrich: Simple evocations, really. Etiquette dealing with the dead, Nevarran culture.

Rook: Cool. Cool. Do you, um… teach reading, by any chance?

Emmrich: Well, most of our students already have some kind of basic knowledge of grammar…

Rook: Oh…

Emmrich: …But I would love to teach you, if you're willing.

Rook: Oh! Okay! Yeah, I’d love to.

~~

Emmrich: Rook, you’ve been to many an ancient crypt and ruin, correct?

Rook: Not to brag, but yes, I’ve been to a few.

Emmrich: Excellent! I would highly appreciate your help in uncovering a few mysteries I’ve come across. Your expertise would bring a new perspective on things, I’ll be sure to not waste it.

Rook: I… You want my experience in your research?

Emmrich: Why, yes! I’m sure you have a lot of knowledge on ancient architecture, traps, old magic, and many other skills I haven’t a clue about. Is that a problem?

Rook: No, I’m just… No one really wanted my skills in anything before. 

Emmrich: And that’s their loss, my dear. I assure you, your knowledge is as precious to me as any other book.

Rook: Wow. Thanks, Emmrich. That’s… really kind of you.

Emmrich: It’s nothing, I assure you.

Rook: Not to me.

~~

Rook: Harding. Hey. Lace.

Harding: Oh, sorry! What?

Rook: What do you call a sad cheese? A “blue” cheese. 

Harding: (hearty laughing) What was that! That’s terrible! 

Rook: (laughs) I know. You were all caught up in your thoughts, and you looked sad, so.

Harding: (chuckles) I was thinking about the Stone, but your awful joke helped. 

Rook: It’s what I’m here for.

Harding: To be a bard? Sorry, I should have clarified. To be a bard college drop-out?

Rook: No offence taken. Or maybe a little.

~~

Rook: Lace. You’ve been pretty much anywhere, right?

Harding: I’ve been to a lot of places, but I wouldn’t say I’ve been everywhere. My short legs can only carry me so far.

Rook: Still, you’re experienced. What’s the most romantic, or, I guess, scenic place you’ve seen?

Harding: “Romantic”, huh? Got someone to impress?

Rook: So what if I do! You wouldn’t want me to drag them out into the streets of Minrathous, right?

Harding: Oh, no, of course not. But… If I could recommend any place, it would probably be Val Royeaux, the capital of Orlais. Beautiful palaces, good roads, fancy attires…

Rook: Maybe something closer to home? I don’t even know if we have an eluvian that would reach so far.

Harding: You’re missing the point. Orlais has wyverns.

Rook: …oh. Wait, how did you…

Harding: (laughs) I notice things. 

[helaegondaily]

paper armor

Helaena and Aegon before Rook's Rest [alternative 'what could have been' scenes series]

Aegon let his attendants out of his room as he stared at himself in the full-length mirror, wearing Aegon the Conqueror's battle-scarred armor. The black iron was scratched in the sword blades of ancient battles, and some spots were singed with dragonfire. Despite his helpers' flattery that it fit him so well, that no other was the right heir to the name than him, he scoffed and ordered them out with an angry edge to his voice.

It has all been the same, since he was crowned. Either the false flattery of those below him or his patronizing council. He was a puppet King, when Alicent and Otto still couldn't trust him to rule his own kingdom.

And his own son was killed when he was in the same fucking castle.

He stared at himself, feeling like nothing more than a paper doll wearing this heavy armor that didn't even fit him that well.

"That does not look good on you at all," a familiar voice behind him said and he flinched in surprise. He didn't turn back to look at her but watched the reflection on the mirror.

Behind him and leaning on the wall was Helaena. She was still wearing her mourning dress, a green so dark it was almost black. He didn't hear her coming here, but it didn't surprise him - she was just like that.

If there was someone here who will tell him the bare truth, it would be her.

They have not even talked at all since their son's murder. Aegon sighed, trying to stop himself from raging. The wine he was drinking did help… but not a lot.

"I know," he said. He started taking it off, starting with the sleeves. It was complicated, finding the clasps and knots to undo so he could take it off. He seethed in annoyance as he tried to remove them.

"Let me help," she said, approaching him. He stayed still as she took off the armor's pieces for him.

"You have… better riding clothes, the black leather one with gold accents fit you better," she said, and it was absurd, that they were talking about something as mundane as riding clothes and not… their dead son.

He only nodded. That did look better on him, and not this one that was too heavy, too big for him. Now, Helaena has removed the armor's parts off his arms, torso, and legs, until he was left in his underclothes. He sighed in relief when the uncomfortable armor was removed from his limbs. He kind of hated himself for it, for trying to fit in something he knew wasn't going to work.

"Let me go with you on my dragon," she said. "I want to… help you fight."

"No! I won't let you. We already lost Jaehaerys," his voice broke in a sob. "I'm not going to lose you."

"Dreamfyre… is angry. For us to win this you need another, more formidable dragon. I can't… I can't just sit here and do nothing."

"You're not for fighting my battles. If Aemond joins with Vhagar -"

"Aegon. Listen to me. I don't trust Aemond this time at all."

"Why, Helaena? You know he is loyal to me. What reason does he have to betray me?"

"I don't know, Aegon. But I feel it so strongly. I want to tell you not to go."

"You know what I have to do," Aegon said, and Helaena was already resigned. This will go on, in one way or another, and it has a chance not to end well…

"I know," she said.

"I'm sorry," they both said in unison, and both looked down from their own abrupt words.

"You don't have to apologize to me. I'm the one who failed you," he said.

"I led him to his death, Aegon! I… just stood there, and…" she's sobbing now, wiping her tears away with the long sleeve of her gown. Aegon held her arm, and awkwardly pulled her close to him. She doesn't quite know what to do with her hands, at this sudden, gentle, unexpected gesture.

"Look at me," he said, touching her face as her tears still fell. "You did what you could do at that moment."

"It's not your fault. I have to avenge him… never blame yourself, it was Rhaenyra and her Blacks. That is why I have to go and fight."

"Then let me go with you. They would not expect me. Aemond would be confident to go against you with Vhagar, but he will hesitate when he sees that I've joined. Meleys - we can take her down. Together," she said.

He nodded. He agreed, it could be done, and her presence would be unexpected and will disrupt any plan their enemies might have ready. They moved in sync, almost intuitive when flying. Aegon knew that if they fought together, it won't be easy on their enemies.

"Then tell me, how would we do it?"

They might just win. Together.

[dangermousie]

Holy...are there ANY decent parents in costume cdramas? (The answer is no, there are not, unless they get quickly and brutally murdered)

This man has seen Shen Li. Too bad he didn't finish and thus doesn't know that forcing someone feel for nobody because he's so powerful is gonna end up in rearranging geography when all those emotions repressed so hard finally surface.

That's a lot of noble words to convey you are a PET MURDERER. Like dude - your kid found a pet so you killed it and went this is for the good of the world. I hope hyenas eat your liver.

Thank you! Not like the worst father of the cultivation world is gonna give you a good answer. (Side note - it's so interesting that THIS is what he sees in the cage of desire and greed. FL may be right he feels no desire or greed but I think this actually shows that he has a deeply deeply sublimated desire to be allowed to be attached to someone or something and like feel SOMETHING.)

And I cannot freaking wait!!!

Also, did the old man really just say he can't even like objects? Like no favorite hat for you, kid! Once again, someone should make him finish Shen Li and see how well it ended trying to shove those precepts down someone's throat.

Hey kid, prepare to die! Any time you think cdrama dads can't get worse...

She has an excellent point watching this memory:

The fact that the man who's been trained since the cradle to feel absolutely nothing is gonna fall in love is going to be so amazing to watch! (And the fact that there is a high chance she's doing this on orders from the bad guys to get info but will fall for real makes it even better.)