#but hopefully will just keep getting better and better

[xianjaneway]

I just wanted to write out my comfort fics, & tag the creators if I can.

Why?

Because if this is someone's dream, I can help that dream come true for some people.

See, I work at home, sometimes as a mom, sometimes as an eBay seller, & sometimes creating beautiful, functional things in my woodshop.

ALL of these jobs require boring, repetitive, processes, that involve long hours spent alone. Sometimes, I have moments when I fucking hate any of it.

You know what gets me through those boring, lonely, repetitive parts of life? What has already propelled me through the last 5 years of chronic illness, recovery, & building a new life?

Listening to fanfic read aloud to me in the Evie app.

I LOVE my comfort fics.

Let's go by fandom, bc while Marvel is my most recent one, the Good Omens, OFMD, Sherlock, Star Trek, & James Bond/00Q fandoms have all functioned as my literary grow-light in dark times.

I'll just start with Marvel today. Hopefully, I'll update each fandom (especially the crossovers, because THOSE are my favorite, when done well.)

However, today, I need my comfort fics, because while I've been making plans, getting passports, etc., I genuinely think it's time to get my queer family out of the US.

It's not getting any better. 💔 I have no reason to think it will. If the US citizens didn't stand up during COVID, to keep marginalized people safe, why would they do it now? 💔

Marvel:

-Into That Good Night, by Nonymous @naomisalman

I never could watch Interstellar. I'm sure it's an incredible movie in its own right, but I just couldn't sit through Christopher Nolan putting another wife or child through hell, while a flawed cis/het/white man went off to save the world.

This story not only made Interstellar accessible to me, it showed real recovery from hopelessness, real healing, and the utter pain & joy of perseverance through impossible odds.

-War, Children, by Nonymous

I'm married to a recovering hoarder, lol. He's amazing. The characterization of both PTSD & poverty here is spot-on. I love how these two healing characters give each other hope & strength to face another overwhelming day.

-Heliotrope, by Nasri

Dear God, I couldn't love this story more. My late grandmother-in-law actually survived the Dust Bowl, & nearly starved to death. She was the gentlest, quietest, sweetest woman I've ever met. This fic accurately described not only the hell of living through this disaster, but showed how *little* it takes to make hope light up your eyes again. Peaches haven't tasted the same since.

It also showed the sustaining power of love, in the midst of sacrifice. Every single character in this story is willing to give up *everything* for the people they love, & it's a fascinating process to watch unfold.

I have an idea for a sequel that I've written the bare bones for, but haven't finished. That's the first fiction I've written in 8 years. THAT is how much this story meant to me.

-Road to Giverny in Winter, by Nasri

Dear God, I needed this. Station Eleven was a masterpiece, yes, but this story distilled & concentrated it until the flavor burst on my tongue. The aftertaste still lingers, a year later.

I fucking hate the stereotype of, "strong men who never feel their feelings." "Giverny" gives Steve Rogers a whack with a scalpel & a sledgehammer, & makes him actually feel AND heal. I wish the MCU had done the same!

-The "All The Time In The World" series, by NotEvenCloseToStraight

I tagged this in my bookmarks with, "Dear God, this is better than the movies." And I truly think it is, because it gave as MUCH priority to the relationships as it did to the action. I hate it when movies make relationships (and therefore, women) a distraction from the mission objective, & therefore an emotional whiplash for both the characters & the audience:

"OH, the lead character is in love with her, but she's keeping him from RESCUING CHILDREN from a flaming building, so I kinda hate her right now."

This series makes the incredible, deep, heartfelt relationships JUST as much of a mission as, "Saving the World," & it's so rare to see that done well. (It's an unusual Stuckony endgame in the 3rd fic, that you really have to read to believe it would work. It absolutely works.)

I also think it gave much more honor & depth to Peggy Carter's character, & her love story with both Steve & her eventual husband, than the MCU ever did. NECTS uses the, "Elderly Person Gives A Dose Of Wisdom" trope quite lovingly here, & I enjoyed every minute of it.

-Ticking Down, by hulucthulhu

I had only seen clips of the movie, "Timers" on YouTube shorts, & thought it was hokey as hell.

Turns out? The same woman that wrote "Wandavision" ALSO wrote Timers. This Timers/MCU crossover (w/ a bit of Soulmate trope sprinkled on top) is yet another story about the hard work of overcoming our worst anxieties, and of healing from grief, trauma, & pain. From Tony learning to swim again after Afghanistan, to Bucky learning to care for a kitten, & do aerial yoga, every beat of this story is about taking the next step towards healing.

The ending/epilogue is also very satisfying.

-All The Angels and The Saints, by Speranza

I've written before about my journey from fundamentalism & Evangelical Christianity.

So, seeing Steve Rogers take a journey from childhood faith, to youthful atheism, to foxhole believer, to disillusioned lover, is fucking incredible. I felt EVERY beat of his faith, loss, hope, & awakening.

One thing I haven't seen much of, but Speranza just NAILED here, is how journey like Steve's affects the people he loves most.

I was enraptured w/ Bucky's journey in response to Steve's struggles. From his annoyed introduction of Steve to a potential employer as, "He's meticulous. He cares about things no sane person would care about," all the way to, [paraphrase] "How DARE you think God would make all this [gestures at the war, at his own scars] happen to teach you a fucking lesson??" Bucky reflects the tragedy of the evangelist: we spend all our time trying to convince other people how to live, while ignoring our own life.

Steve was so deep into his ideology, that Bucky's moment of, "You never think about me," is a moment that shakes him right out of abstraction & into his physical reality. And the whole fic is full of moments like that, whipping Steve's heart & mind into a frenzy, until he learns who the REAL "good guys" are.

I'm kind've obsessed w/ ALL of Speranza 's works right now. They, along w/ ItsallAvengers, are my current, "I must read everything they wrote in my fandoms" hyperfixation."

So, that's all I have time for today. I think I've stopped crying, & can start taking the next steps to get us out of here. 🖖

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[goaskangel]

HIIII do you take requests? if yes, i’d like to ask for dad best friend!toji n virgin reader pleaseee^^ like he loves corrupting young innocent girls like the reader, thank you in advance!

eek thank u for the request! I LOOOVVVEEE CORRUPTION virgin reader a dadsbestfriend!toji is literally my dreeeaaammmggguuh

toji's been checking one of his friend's daughter for some time now. not necessarily checking out, he doesn't see it like that—more like admiring the pretty young woman you've become. from graduating high school to a sweet full-time college student, he also finds it quite convenient that you've decided to live with your parents for the time being.

family and friend get-togethers at your place are just perfect for him. gets to see you all personal and intimate, reading a book in the corner inside whilst everybody hangs out outside, occasionally grabbing another drink from the counter. he'll grab a beer himself and make small talk. ugh and he's so charismatic about it too. he'll notice the way you put your book down and squeeze your thighs together when he smiles. makes sure to smile right at you just to see you stutter on your words and burn.

he'll get even closer, being friendly enough so he's allowed in your room. lingering touches on your shoulders or hand, presses up on you waayy to much for goodbye hugs.

the first time he kisses you is in your bed. his bare skin is glistening from being in the pool earlier as he sat on the edge. when he took his sunglasses off, you couldn't help but giggle at the slight tan on his face, couldn't help staring at his toned abs tanned neatly as well. leaning in to wipe a drop of water off his nose until you notice his gaze is much too deep for anything appropriate. he'd close and lock the door as well, force of habit he calls it. does it every time. your chest heaves when he leans in for a wet kiss. too good to let go, you cling onto him gently and let it deepen.

better than any mere boy your age, you inch closer to him. stupidly keeping your legs open as he slides a hand to your inner thigh, eager fingers to your virgin cunt just behind your flimsy home shorts. slippery and throbbing from the touch of an older man. slowly adds the touch of his tongue in your mouth to keep himself and you occupied, hopefully away from noticing the raging boner you've given him under his trunks. focusing on his finger tips from getting to quick to get inside you.

[lucky13cat]

Frank is just settling back into the Pitt. He's been there a good few months now after everything (rehab, the separation, Fourth of July shift back from hell, the divorce in that order). He's got routines now. He's less edgy, and everyone around him is starting to rebuild their relationships with him.

Mel is a godsend. She'd visited him in rehab, visited him after when he was still trying to convince Robby and the hospital to take him back, and she'd stuck by him since he came back. She's probably his best friend.

Which is why he is the worst person alive because he's 99% sure he's in love with her. Just totally gone for her.

No one has noticed is the thing. Frank's not sure how he was acting before this worldview shattering revelation hit him, but clearly, he'd been acting besotted the entire time. Meaning no one noticed when he notices!

It's good. He's good. He's not going to act on his feelings. Not because of Mel. No. She's amazing, and she definitely deserves way better than a divorced addict who barely managed to keep his job and career. He's going to keep all of his romantic feelings locked down in his chest, and then hopefully, one day, he'd die (yeah, his therapist is doing their best with him). It's fine. He's good.

He is so good, in fact, that he doesn't even lose his mind when on Christmas Eve Mel's fiance comes into the ED.

Ex-fiance, technically. But semantics and all that. At one point, the guy getting blood all over his ten thousand dollar suit was going to marry Mel, and judging by the wonderstruck look in his eyes, he's still in love with her. Frank wants to go scream on the roof.

Ex-fiance had gotten into a car accident heading back to his hotel or something, the details mattered less and less in Frank's mind as the revelations kept knocking him over the head, and Frank now had the dubious honor of plucking all of the glass from his face and arm. A task that normally Mel would take over with a bright gleam in her eye. Except the moment Mel had caught sight of her ex and heard him call her name, she'd vanished. Poof, gone. Leaving Frank to sit here picking out glass and trying very hard not to snap at the man for asking a thousand questions about Mel.

What feels like every person who works at PTMC stops by to see Mel's ex. Even Garcia shows up when Frank definitely did not request a consult. She pats his shoulder before leaving, something she'd never done not even the time she'd visited him in rehab. Frank's will to live keeps decreasing.

Finally, Frank is released from his torture, sorry his task, and he can go find Mel. He finds her in the ambulance bay mouthing along to a Megan Thee Stallion song and shaking in a way that had nothing to do with the freezing cold wind blowing through.

He sits down next to her trying to share body heat. To keep both of them from getting frostbite, obviously. (Obviously.) He doesn't ask any questions. He just sits with her, and very slowly, the shaking stops. Mel opens her mouth, and the whole story floods out.

She'd met Patrick in her third year of undergrad. He'd been a fourth year about to graduate and head off to law school. When he'd gotten into the law school connected to the college, they'd moved in together. Her mom had still been alive and taking care of Becca. Mel had said this with the same delicate voice she always used when she spoke of her mother. Frank wrapped his arm around her shoulders and resisted the urge to press a kiss to her temple.

Patrick was sweet. He was from Connecticut but had gone south for school. He'd asked her to marry him a month after she'd graduated undergrad. The plan was for him to finish up law school, work a bit, and then they'd get married before Mel started her third year of med school. They'd had a summer date all picked out and everything.

Just after her first year ended, Mel's mom died.

Everything had changed. Mel was now balancing being Becca's primary caretaker with school. Patrick kept pushing the wedding, thinking she needed a distraction. Which had been the opposite of helpful. Pretty soon it just became all too much. Mel had broken down four months before the wedding. Given back the ring and blocked Patrick's number when he just kept calling and calling and calling. She'd buried herself in school and taking care of Becca ever since. And now, Patrick was here, dragging everything back up.

By the time, Mel's gotten her whole story out, Frank's pretty sure they've gone well past their union mandated break, but since no one's come to find them and their pagers have been quiet, he doesn't care.

Frank's also pretty sure offering to kick Patrick out of the ED with some made-up excuse about harassment wouldn't help, but he still tucks the idea away with all of the other urges he talks through with his hospital mandated therapist. He does offer Mel comfort, though, and by the end of it, she's smiling again. A win for him, really.

At some point, they do head back inside because they're definitely needed and definitely going to get hypothermia if they stay outside any longer. Frank squeezes her hand before they separate.

When Robby comes by to check in like he does whenever someone informs him that Frank is acting especially annoyed and manic, Frank forces a very neutral expression on his face and tells him he just needed some air before checking on his patients. Judging by the lines on Robby's face, he doesn't believe Frank, but both of them get back to work without actually talking about the problem.

He checks on Patrick because they'd gotten his CT results back, but they were still waiting on one or two more tests before they could discharge. Then a pile up on one of the bridges sends the Pitt into chaos, and he forgets about Patrick until the last of the patients gets sent up to surgery. He'd been bouncing between patients brain far too busy to focus on anything but helping.

Frank catches sight of Mel speaking to Patrick about an hour later. She's twisting her hands in front of her chest, clearly uncomfortable. Frank resists the urge to walk over and ask for her help on another case, any case really. Just an excuse to get her to stop looking so upset. He shakes his head. He's her friend, and as much as he loves her (is desperately in love with her), he can't fight all of her battles for her, nor would she appreciate it if he tried.

Their shift draws closer and closer to an end, and Frank finally puts together Patrick's discharge papers. Mel goes with him, and he doesn't say anything even though this isn't technically her patient. Closure is important, and Mel deserves it.

There's a woman standing at Patrick's side. Blonde hair, similar height to Mel. Pretty in an intellectual way he guesses. She's holding his hand speaking to him softly.

Frank inserts himself into the conversation then very abruptly bringing up the discharge papers. Patrick and the blonde woman, his girlfriend apparently, leave, but not before he says something very quietly to Mel that has her eyes going as wide as Frank's ever seen them. Frank is definitely not wondering with his entire mind, body, and soul what he said. Nope.

The pair leave. Mel and Frank stand next to each other. Mel's worrying at her nails in the way Frank knows means she's deep in thought about something. Robby starts walking towards them only to be waylaid by Collins and Dana.

Mel opens her mouth and asks if Frank would like to go on a date with her.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Yandere Tokyo Debunker headcanons!

Jin

This man, who is clearly hopeless for our lovely MC already, is the richest person there, very damn smart and equally as stubborn, we are just gonna turn that love into complete and utter obsession.

This man has a room prepared for you with everything he knows you like in it. Don't ask him how he managed to learn some of these things or how the room works. It's just temporary for your future together.

You get upgraded from servant to spouse. When the time comes for him to collect you, you won't realize until you make it to your new room and a ring on your finger.

It doesn't matter what your gender identity is, he dosent care, be yourself. He can fight his dad on this if he has to. As long as he gets to keep you close and safe.

Tohma

What do I say about this mysterious man?

He wouldn't kidnap you, that would be too big of a hassle to deal with, but it would make his schedule less busy than it already is. It's not off the table yet.

Instead, he watches you. Makes sure you are safe and have all of your needs met. Any dangers to you are swiftly eliminated.

Do take the little gifts he leaves you, seeing you accept his affections makes the hard days more bearable.

Luca

The loyal knight will always be by your side when you need him most. To the point where it's hard to know how fast he can appear out of thin air.

He is by your side every chance he gets. He hates having to let you go to the other dorms, letting you around those who are clearly dangerous. Why can't you just let him protect you like he promised?

What's wrong with him moving into your drom? He can better protect you that way!

Nothing is disappearing. Maybe you misplaced it?

Is it so bad that he collects things that he adores about you? Pictures of your smile, stands of your hair, your soap to smell your sent, your clothes so he can imagine holding you close forever?

Kaito

He can never get the courage to say the words he wants to. The words that could hopefully seal that you two were destend to be! But... he can't.

Instead, he spreads roumours. Roumours about you, so you will be looked at with hate so that people laugh behind your back. Then you can come right to him. The only person who won't hurt you like that.

Don't worry, he may not be able to provide much, but what he can't provide monetarily, he can provide in loyalty and devotion to you.

Alan

As a yandere, he is going to try with every bit of his strength to not have you see him as a monster. That is his worst fear.

Instead, he makes sure at least one Vagastrom student is always keeping you safe when he can't. No matter what.

He invites you over to spend time with you. It doesn't matter what it is. He would happily take part in whatever activity you want to do.

You will never be alone again, not truely. He loves you too much to have you be put in dangers way.

Leo

He thinks about showing you off to his audience as his significant other, for about a minute. Then he realized that that would be a shit idea in the case he needed to kidnap you.

So, instead, he stalks your socials, breaks into your devices to track you, everything he needs to do.

As for keeping you safe currently, there wasn't much he could do about it 24/7. But those who have been even slightly mean to you become sotial outcasts fast.

When Leo confesses his love, it's too late for you. Anyone else you've taken interest in has abandoned you. You feel alone, scared, will his firey embrace warm you?

Sho

It seemed to start quietly, with a random gift of free food from Sho. His cooking is amazing, so of course you took it.

Then he would offer to take you on rides with him. Showing you amazing places and giving an amazing adrenaline rush.

He could never keep you from that. From the freedom of riding with him.

Instead, he makes you dependant on him, for food, rides, whatever he can. As long as you don't go.

Haru

Do understand that you are being kidnapped ASAP.

He would love to watch your day to day, but his other duties make that impossible.

First things first, five trackers on you. They stay on you even when you are in his care.

Being in his care means you are delegated to Jabberwok. So you get to help him take care of the less harmful anomalies, and he hopes that you can clean but understands if you can't/won't.

Ren or Towa can't do much to help, Towa likes you here because Haru let's you teo hangout there, Ren can barely get haru off of his own ass, so yours would be much harder.

Towa

He will actually confess his feelings before he plans on anything too much.

Setting up for his confession, he would leave flowers, have small romantic moments between the two of you that he orcastrated.

When the time comes, he confesses under the stars, hopping that you would reciprocate.

Reciprocation of his feelings leads to a wonderful, happy, normal, loveing life with him glued to your side. You can never leave him now. Any attempts to will lead to conciquences. Who gets it, though?

If you reject him, he would be utterly heartbroken. He would do everything in his power to win your heart. He eliminates those who don't deserve your love. How could they? They couldn't apriciate you. Please, let him love you.

Ren

This guy? As a yandere? I feel like it would be more like him being a 'nice guy' (more than Towa).

He spends all of his time with you, getting you things, lazing off with you, that sort of thing.

He absolutely has a shrine dedicated to you. It's one of the few things he takes care of.

But he wouldnt share his feelings, he just keeps you close, pushing others away from you. Before you know it, all you have is him.

Taiga

You worm your way into his brain and soul. Him falling for you after that isn't much of a jump. Twisting it into obsession even easier.

He is hungery, all the time. Not even anomalies fill this hunger. But, whenever you come around and be a lucky charm for him. It goes. Everything feels so much better. Everything.

So, keeping you there was easy to do. The next time you came to visit, you never left again.

He doesn't tell the staff anything. The students prevent you from running, along with him keeping you attached to his hip.

How long until he gets bored is the question now.

Romeo

There are three things that draw Romeo to people and to respect people, work ethic, sotial standing, and/or something ever so slightly out of place with someone.

He doesn't even realize he is slipping into obsession. He spends time following you, learning your schedule, getting your size, he won't steal anything of yours, he is no thief.

Then, you start getting gifts, beautiful outfits, expensive chocolates, and complementary accessories. It could easily make anyone uncomfortable. The outfits fit too well, the chocolates are too perfect, the accessories work too well.

Romeo is preparing a cage for you. Will you come to the VIP room?

Ritsu

I feel like you either have to be kind to him or completely ignore him to get his attention. When he gets obsessed, though, you aren't getting rid of him.

He knows, he knows all too well. What he is doing is wrong. But he still does it.

He follows you, records your every interaction, he takes photos of you. He has a file of all this, so he can hear your voice any time he needs something.

He does ask you out, how could he not? He has reasonable suspicions that others are trying to steal you away.

Subaru

He is someone who is easily won over by kindness, and if your kindness comes from expereince of pain? He will gather strength to be able to protect you from the shadows of the past.

He checks in on you twice a day, lunch, and after school. It's subtle, but he manages to get what he needs, plus whatever memories to add on top.

He knows what you enjoy and gets it for you, maybe even make it the way someone important did if you saw it.

He just wishes to give you more happy memories with him. He is sorry about how selfish of a wish that is. He just loves you too much. Dont worry about those who have tried to take you away from him

Haku

Haku is a very subtle yandere. He has been there from the start, watching over you and taking care of you. It's in his nature.

Falling in love so hard was a surprise to him, though. He finds you attractive, of course, but the subtle things you do, the care you give to others, and even him amazes him.

With you, being by your side is his favorite kind of break. Whether you know he is there or not. It doesn't matter. Just being around you makes him feel whole.

Marrying him will be a perfect way to keep you by and give you a relaxing life. Won't you please let him take care of you like you do for him?

Zenji

You are his muse. You give him passion and ideas flowing through his mind to create and create. He loves seeing your reaction when he is done. He wonders if you'll put together that all of it is about you and dedicated to you!

Neither of you have to compromise on much either! He can just move in with you eaily since only Subaru and Haku will notice he is even gone!

He takes care if the things he can take care of so you don't have to stress. You aren't to join him yet! Just let yourself and your beauty glow!

Edward

You wouldn't notice a thing differnt really. Just... the feeling of being watched day to day.

He would make excuses to spend time with you and have you care for him. Whenever he gets an idea to do the same for you, he does it immediately.

He... he is actually a little more organized now? He wants his room to be more inviting and comforting to you since it's where you both can be together for all eternity.

Rui

He hates his curse even more now. Why can't he toutch you? Hold you? Adore you in every way you deserve?

So, instead he gifts you things, things that aren't alive, but still sweet and romantic. Things that he can find out you need.

He takes you on little dates, too. He would always do that. But... he could never toutch you without losing you.

Losing you means he'll lose the best thing that has ever happened.

Lyca

Lyca could easily not understand what romance is supposed to be and take wring messages from stories and advice given to him from Subaru, Ed, or Rui.

So, his genuine love slowly grows and festers into an obsession.

What was once lunch dates with you, him, and Suba, becomes dates with just the two of you alone. He holds you close during this time, making sure you smell like him. If he doesn't like it, he will give you his sweater.

He follows you around, making sure none hurts you. He got into fights with others more and more often.

The school tried to lock him away. But he didn't let them.

You are what makes him human, let him be with you and protect you. Then he will behave again.

Yuri

He doesn't put the pieces of his feelings together fast. Feelings have always been a hard point for him, even his own.

But... he doesn't like being without you. Of course he always hated whenever you were around any of those prissy Frosthime assholes. But... now it has extended to anyone but him.

What have you done to him?

Yuri dosent have the time to leave the dorm often. He has too much important work to do. He cant worry over what stupidity you do or what others may do to you.

So instead, he uses one of the paitent rooms in the catacombs between Mortkraken and Darkwick general. This will be your room. This is where he will know you are safe, healthy, and alive.

Takeing you there was an easy task for him, naturally. Now, he can dote on you and take care of you. He will learn what your needs are and grow to anticipate them. He will take good care of you.

He isn't being evil or cruel... he is being attentive and loving like a good boyfriend would be.

Jiro

He keeps a close eye on his health so that he can get help from Yuri whenever he needs it.

His heart, raceing whenever he was around, you was a key indicator for him realizing his feelings.

Although, he didn't realize how far it went.

He takes every chance possible to do work with you, whether it's to check on your health or if it's actual school work. It doesn't matter. He likes being with you and holding you.

You are so small to him. He finds it perfect and can't help but smile.

He knows all the things he would do to keep that smile safe.

He would never hinder your life in any way. He understands that you need to be free. Just know, whoever breaks that smile of yours is going to pay dearly for that crime.

[daylighted]

STARRY EYED GIRL / SITUATIONSHIP ! YOUNG DEAN x READER.

drabble.pdf / filed under dean winchester, mini series, situationship, unrequited, good intentions, hurt feelings, cruel words.

. . . "absolutely not."

"why not?"

dean shoves another handful of clothes into his bag, ignoring completely your form tucked away beneath his thick blankets. you're wearing one of his shirts that you took from his bag when his back was turned, the collar of it hanging off of one shoulder. he hasn't spared you a glance, so of course he hasn't noticed it.

would he, anyways? you hoped he would. maybe any other day, any other time, he'd say it looked better on you anyways.

you reach across the foot of space between you and yank the sleeve of his jacket to force him to stand still, if only for a moment, and answer you. "why not?"

"because i said so."

you tug the sleeve again, your face dropping into a deep frown. sometimes, he snuck in and kissed your skin with reverence that didn't belong under the flickering label of something that you two were. sometimes, though, he called you and treated you just like the object you felt like.

dean's eyebrows raise when, finally, his gaze flicks up to meet yours. they go to your chest, first, hopefully just to read the faded lettering on the fabric, or to notice that there was fabric over you at all, and not because the appeal of your body was more than the appeal of your eyes. "that's my shirt."

"no it isn't," you dismissively say, so he stops trying to distract you from the problem at hand. and it was a problem, because he seemed to think that you weren't really anything worthy of at least saying goodbye to. "why can't i come with?"

the sound of dean's zipper on his bag closing is poignant in your mind, even if it's never as final to dean as it is to you. "you wanna make me repeat myself?"

"i've never been here when your dad calls." you pat the blankets draped over you for emphasis, making a broad gesture to you, clearly sprawled in his sheets. "i'm here this time. i want to go."

half of dean's mouth quirks up in something that might be amusement. "i'm not risking your life just so you can get the brownie points of ranking up to passenger princess status."

it stings like a knife between the ribcage, the blade twisting and twisting until it barreled its way into your heart. you feel it stop beating, you think, clenching tightly in on itself one last time.

you could pretend it was because he cared that he didn't want to risk your life. you could pretend that it was something noble, the same way that you pretended he was a prince when he pushed open your window, knowing it would be unlatched for him to, to make you see stars behind your eyes — almost like being beneath the stars with him. you could pretend, and pretend, and pretend, but sometimes the painted pictures of the stars were prettier than the ones in reality.

a lot of the time, dean just didn't care about you like you seemed to about him, no matter how hard you tried.

tears glitter in your eyes, different types of stars than the ones he usually puts there, and the one time you wished he didn't look at you, the mesmerizing green of his unfeeling eyes land on the stardrops as they fall. "don't cry," he sighs, like it's an inconvenience instead of an ache, "don't let me make you cry."

he misreads it. dean always misreads the weight of your heartache like it was something small, and not something that was beginning to consume you like a shadowy nightmare. his thumb swipes beneath your eyes, and his lips meet your forehead in something fleeting — a bandaid over a bone-deep bruise. "i'll be back. you know i'll be back."

he would be. and the worst part was not that truth, but the fact that you'd keep your window unlocked.

dahlia's comments 🜲 making my grand comeback with a scene that has lived in my head for a hot minute pls be gentle if it sucks my HEAD HURTS.

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Hey! It’s kind of strange for me to write things on tumblr. I really enjoyed reading the art book. a large scale production must be challenging. The price was affordable so I didn’t really mind the quality. It was super good on some pages. And I love rocking my Dead Plate shirt.

I just wanted to say thank you for all the additional Information. Reading about Vince‘s character made me cry a bit. I wish for it not to be the last Art Book I have read of SIG Games. I really like how you explained the creative process and showed sketches. Also I am in my late thirties and having a book just feels … idk. Better. Less strain on my eyes. If you ever produce something similar again for Elevator Hitch or the others I’d be even happier than I already am.

We're glad to hear that you enjoyed the art book despite its understandably frustrating flaws- thank you for sharing your experience, it means a lot to read this! We're still really glad to have gotten the opportunity from Juniper to share our creative process and behind the scenes of the game with people because when we we were first making the game it seemed like it wouldn't ever be on the table for us as a small three-person studio, and hopefully if we do decide collaborating to produce an art book again it will actually come out as intended now that we've had experience & know what to keep in mind and look out for 😭 Thank you for getting the merch and supporting the studio!

[fanfics-i-find-here]

Do I Know You? Part 23

Synopsis: the brunch begins! You have a conversation with Duke and Damian.

Note: this has been interesting to write just because there other people I have to work into the story. I think this might feel rushed, like there’s a lot going on but that could just be me. Enjoy the brunch (part one of it at least)!

Masterlist

Despite being cajoled into a suit, neither Bruce nor Alfred pulled Jason into the opening activities of the event. Jason may be legally alive again, but it wasn’t something the family wanted the press in on. Of course, they were prepared should someone ask, but why flirt with the devil.

You had questioned it. A sweet tilt of your head had the late morning light catching your eyes, out on the edge of the crowd, while Bruce gave some speech about the importance of giving back to the community. Jason knew that none of these people cared, but donating to a Wayne cause would put your name out there. This was all publicity. He’ll give Bruce at least one thing: he knew how to manipulate the rich into helping people.

Jason had stared at you for a moment, taking in your soft features and questioning look. You shimmied your shoulders every so often in a way that made Jason think you were uncomfortable, but then you would settle down again, watching him in wait with a faint smile.

“I don’t usually come to these things.” He finally answered, still staring at you, “Nobody would want me up there anyway.” He didn’t mean to sound like such a drag, but that was the way he felt. That Bruce usually invited him to these events out of obligation, not necessarily because he was wanted. You must catch his tone because your next words are a soft coo.

“That’s too bad for them. Now I get to keep you with me instead.” The pout you give him certainly makes him feel some type of way. He wishes he could just kiss it off you. Instead, he grabs two flutes off a tray as a server walks in front of you.

“Mimosa?” He offers, usually he wouldn’t drink. He hated the taste of champagne, but he needed something to get through the day, and the orange juice would hopefully drown out the flavor. You take the glass timidly, readjusting your grip every few seconds.

“How do you hold it?” Your confusion makes him want to laugh, along with your whole hand grip on the glass.

He remembers the first time he had snuck a glass of champagne at a gala when he was thirteen. It had been a few months after Bruce had taken him in, and he just wanted to try some so bad because that’s what all the fancy people were drinking. The wait staff was no competition for the Robin in training, but Bruce had caught him before he could bring his lips to the glass.

Surprisingly, at least to him at the time, fresh off the streets, Bruce didn’t scold him. He hadn’t even taken the glass away from him as he gently coaxed Jason into a side room, out of the eye line of others. It was there that Bruce had squatted down and taught Jason how to hold a champagne glass the proper way.

“I don’t want you drinking now, but when you're old enough, you’ll need to know how to hold it.” Bruce had said. At the time, it had been startling for Jason, the implication that Bruce was going to keep him until he was well into adulthood, that Bruce didn't want to be just a temporary guardian for him.

Bruce had let him have a sip, just one, and Jason had happily relinquished the glass over to Bruce, not wanting to drink anymore of it.

The sudden memory is jarring, enough that he almost steps into someone behind him, had you not stopped him with a hand on his arm. You look worried, that cute scrunch you get between your brows, prominent.

“Are you-” Jason stops your question to readjust your handhold on the glass. He didn’t want to talk about it, the memory. It was rare that he thought back to his time as Robin with fondness. Usually, believing the narrative he had told himself. That he was never enough, not the golden child, Dick Grayson, and easily replaced by the better copy of him, Tim Drake. No, He didn’t want to talk about it with you.

****

You're startled by Jason’s swaying, an unsteadiness to him that concerns you, but he brushes you off before you can ask. You probably would have ribbed him for it, told him to let you help, had you not gotten distracted.

Distracted by the way his entire hand covers yours over the glass, moving your hand to hold the glass properly. Yes, very distracted. You knew Jason’s hands were larger than yours. Jason was larger than you in every way. Taller and muscular, your brick wall of a friend. This was not new information.

However, staring at his hand now made you think of early that morning, the press of it against the bare expanse of your lower back, how he had easily pressed you down and kept you there. Your mind drifts closer to the scene in front of you, his hand curled around yours, and you get a flash of his hands pinning your own to a mattress.

You blink away the thought as the warmth of his hand leaves yours. You meet his eye before dropping your gaze with heat on your cheeks. You can't believe you're thinking about something like that in such a public place. Your eyes settle on the glass, your fingers now towards the bottom, index and thumb pinching the stem, your other three fingers resting. You pop out your pinkie and tilt your glass to Jason.

“Cheers?” you say as you wiggle your pinkie. He chuckles at your antics, shaking his head.

“It's not tea, put your pinkie down.” Despite his words, he knocks his glass against yours in a pleasant clink. Jason takes a large gulp like his life depends. Your lip quirks into a small smile. Sometimes he was so odd.

You take a small sip and your face twinges, nose scrunching a little in disgust. You don’t know what it was with rich people, but that was some weird-tasting orange juice.

“Don’t like the taste?” Jason asks you, eyes on the crowd like he’s searching, you assume for the rest of his family, the opening activities having ended.

“It’s okay,” you pause to take another sip, “I’ve had better.” You say which you think makes you sound full of yourself, but you really had better orange juice than this, freshly squeezed at the farmers market.

“Sorry,” you add on, feeling guilty for already dissing on the food being served.

Jason snorts at your comment, taking another long drink, “Don’t be. Keep up the attitude, you might just blend in with these people.”

“I don’t think that’s something I want,” you say in mild disgust. Just in the short ten minutes since the event began, you had gotten enough dirty glances to know that this is not your type of event nor your type of people.

“Good. Keep that in mind, sweetheart.” Jason mutters, unexpectedly stepping into your space and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You don’t fight the urge to smile at his affection.

“There you two are! What’re you hiding for?”

It takes you a second of scanning the crowd to find the bouncy blonde hair. You glance around where you and Jason stand. It’s hardly what you would call hiding, very much still in the open forum. You take a longer sip of your drink, the flavor slowly becoming less and less obvious. Jason watches you as you do so.

“We could still run. She hasn’t made it to us.” He whispers the words into your ear and it has you giggling into his shoulder.

“She already saw us, it's too late for that.” As the last word leaves your lips, Steph hops in front of you two. Following behind her is a young, dark-skinned boy. He has a mirth to his eyes that makes you feel like he’s ready to tease anyone in his current vicinity, but he seems set on Jason.

“Look who finally showed up. Suddenly remembered you had family, or is this more about the pretty lady I’ve all about from a few birds?” the young man teases. You were right about him having his eyes set on Jason.

“Take it easy, Daisy Dukes, just be happy I'm here,” Jason responds, and it has you spitting your juice back into your glass to laugh. You're quick to cover your mouth with your hand, a flush of embarrassment running through you. The three Waynes you stand with all smile at you, which makes it worse.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pressing the side of your face to Jason’s shoulder where you had giggled into earlier. Jason’s arm comes around your shoulder, and the warm expanse of his hand settles on your bare shoulder, thumb stroking soothingly.

“It’s okay,” He waves you off, “You must be the girl I’ve heard so much about. I’m Duke.”

You shake his hand and offer your name up, “and Daisy Dukes, I get it now. Not in reference to the short.”

“Oh, you thought-“ Steph cuts off her own statement, falling into a state of laughter, Duke close behind. It draws the attention of some of the brunch goers, a spare glance of disdain.

Just as their laughter starts slow, Duke adds, “I think I could rock them, I’ve got the perfect legs for it.” It has Steph cracking up again, and you join her. Even Jason lets a quiet chuckle leave his lips.

“He dines to laugh with his estranged family,” Duke gasps. You can tell it’s a playful rib at Jason, Duke's tone layered in teasing, but it makes Jason grumble.

“You hungry? I know we didn’t eat breakfast.” He questions you quietly, ignoring the two gigglers in front of you.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

“Should eat.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You wave off his accusatory tone. He smirks at you and takes your now-empty glass to swap it for a full one. The ease with which he exchanges the glass on the moving trays has you shifting just slightly. If someone were to ask, you’d say it was from standing for so long. That would be a lie.

“Will you be okay if I leave you with these two hooligans?” He spares a glance where they’ve settled, now seemingly picking fun at a woman's hat.

“Yeah, you won't be gone long, right?” You're worried a little to be left with Jason’s family, but Steph was there, and she was someone you were very familiar with. He nods at your question.

“Bring me food then,” You playfully demand. Jason cracks a smile at you and presses a longer-than-necessary kiss to your temple. He leaves you there, and you watch him easily sneak through the crowd.

The moment he’s gone, Steph asks you a question, something about how many fruits you can put on a hat before it becomes a fruit basket. You fall into an easy conversation with her and Duke. Tim comes by briefly to say hi before he’s dragged away by “Vultures” trying to make a deal with Wayne Enterprise (according to Steph). Soon, Cass greets you, but only to take Steph to show her the boy they had apparently been spying on at these events, and you're left alone with Duke. Evidently, he’s been waiting for a spare moment because the girls are hardly out of sight when he questions you.

“You’re just pulling everyone’s leg, right?” The question throws you off.

“What do you mean?” Your tone is worried, worried that you’ve made a bad impression, and you're about to be accused of trying to marry someone for money.

“You and Jason. It’s a big prank on the family that you're not dating.” Duke says the words with such surety that for a brief moment, you almost nod and agree with him. You shake your head.

“No, Jason and I aren’t dating. We’re just friends.” You take another sip of the fancy orange juice.

“You’re gotta be shitting. There’s no way you two aren’t a thing.” You give him a reprimanding look for his language, which he pays no mind to.

“We just aren’t,” you pause for a moment, “Why do you think we're dating?”

Duke doesn’t hesitate, “Because you're obviously in love with each other.”

You glance down at your glass, swirling the drink around. Obviously? Was your affection that apparent? Wait, with each other?

“What do you mean by each other? You think Jason’s in love with-“

“Thomas, I wish to speak Jason's acquaintance in private.” You jump at the sound of Damian, who suddenly materializes beside Duke. Duke just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever,” He points a finger gun at you, “Yes, I do think that by the way.” He answers your second question before wandering off, and you're stuck with a child. You use the term child loosely because you think Damian is at the awkward pre-tween age. He gestures to a table, and you silently follow him and sit. You shift slightly, fighting with the halted straps, trying to ease the ache that had started to grow on your neck from it.

Once you settle, suddenly more aware of Damian’s stare, you feel like you’ve sat yourself a in a job interview. You try to smile, but his features don’t change. You’ve never felt so judged by a kid before. Of all of Jason’s siblings, Damian’s the only one you know anything about. Time to find some middle ground.

“So, Jason tells me you like animals?” you offer the statement in hesitation. Damian, surprisingly, seems shocked by your sentiment but schools his features quickly.

“Todd told you this?” Damian asks. You think there is an inkling of curious want in his voice. You remind yourself that Jason is Damian’s big brother. A big brother who doesn’t like to hang out at home. You're sure it can be hard, at such a young age, to be sure your sibling loves you if they're never around.

“I’ll share a secret with you, Damian.” He leans forward at the proffered secrecy, “You’re the only sibling Jason has told me anything about.” Damian seems pleased to hear the information, a grin works its way across his lips.

“Good, I am the best of us. You’ve already met Titus. Would you like to meet Jerry?” He asks, standing from his seat. Titus was the sweet great dane you had met earlier. Like any big dog, he thought he was a lap dog, which was fine with you. You hadn’t been aware of the dog's existence prior to meeting him, so you assume that Jerry is another dog. You easily follow Damian through the crowd and then out of it and onto a path leading away from the brunch.

****

“Oh. He’s a turkey.” To say you had been confused when Damian led you to a barn is an understatement. Your confusion grew when he introduced you to Jerry, who was not, in fact, a dog, but a turkey.

“Yes, what else would he be?” he doesn’t wait for your answer before moving more into the barn. You stare at Jerry, and he stares back before giving a gobble. You shake your head before following Damian.

“And this Batcow.”

MOOOOO!

You jump at the noise, startled by the appearance of a cow on the Wayne property.

“Batcow?” You ask incredulously. The cow takes a tentative step forward and Damian happily pets her, offering her an apple he must have snuck from the brunch.

“Yes. Batcow. She has a mask.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, but still does a half outline of said mask with his finger. You take a step forward, and she snuffles at your hand in interest.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything for you, girl.” The cow seems unbothered by that fact and still lets you pet her.

“While I do enjoy introducing my animals, that is the purpose of my bringing you here.” Damian starts, and you wonder, briefly, if you should be worried before you decide otherwise. He was just a kid.

“Then why did you bring me out here?” You focus on petting the cow, her fur soft and obviously well cared for.

“You and Todd are courting. I do not often care for the pursuits of my siblings. Todd, however, is an exception to that.”

“Why?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Jason was the first ahki I ever had before I met the rest of the family.” You're startled by the momentary language change, by the deep sincerity in his voice, and by the way he actually called him Jason instead of Todd. Damian gave such an air of aloofness, you assume he doesn’t have many moments like this.

“What do you mean?” you ask quietly, sparing a glance at the boy. He seems focused, a thoughtful expression on his features.

“He was with my mother when I was a baby,” he says slowly, like he might say the wrong thing, “before father knew about me.”

Your brows furrow. What strange family dynamic.

“It is a story for another time.” He continues, “The reason I brought you out here was to express my wishes regarding your relationship.” He straightens up.

“Ooh-kay, and what would those be?” You have no reason to deny the relationship bit because apparently the whole family thought you and Jason were together already.

“That you continue to bring him to the manor and ensure that he stays longer than family dinner.” He offers it like you're making some big trade deal, and you're pleased to find you were right about him wanting to spend time with Jason.

“I think I can manage that.” You say with a smile. You’ve found in the more recent months that it’s easy for you to convince Jason to do things. Spending time with his family might be harder, but you think you can manage.

“and continue to take care of himself. Todd has an issue of remembering that he is alive again and requires normal human care.” Your smile drops from his statement. Alive again?

“What?” You ask, hands pausing where their petting to meet Damian’s eye. He has a moment of panic before his features settle again. It startles you how much it reminds you of Jason, when he seemed like he told you more than he intended, always quick to hide the expression. You wonder if it’s a family thing.

“It's nothing,” He waves you off, “He trusts you. I’m sure you do not know, but He does not trust anyone, not father and not us. Perhaps that Harper idiot and all his delinquent friends, but he does not trust people in Gotham. He trusts you.” Damian says with a steady stare at you, and a heavy silence overtakes you both as you take in his words.

This was not a conversation you were expecting to have today. You had maybe anticipated some sort of shovel talk, especially if the whole family believed you two were already dating, but this was much heavier. It made you feel dizzy. You're thankful for the docile cow between you two for giving you something to steady yourself on.

Part of the conversation hurts because you know Jason trusts you and you trust him. You also know that you're both lying to each other about something. Yours regarding the reasons you came to Gotham and your relationship with Red Hood, and about that night in the warhouse. Okay, you were lying about a couple of somethings. 

“I’ll do my best. I care about him a lot.”

“I am aware. He cares deeply about you as well. I have never seen him so affectionate with someone and openly so. He has been calmer as well. Less prone to violent outbursts. You are good for him.”

“Oh,” you don’t know what else to say (Actually, you want to ask about the alive again thing and violent outburst thing, but this conversation seems too sentimental for that), “Thank you, Damian.”

He gives you a curt nod before stepping away from Batcow. The cow moos in indignation.

“I shall return later. Until then, control yourself, Batcow.” The cow moos again at his comment before dipping her head to eat some hay, “We should return to the festivities. I am certain Todd will have a stroke if he cannot find you.”

You suddenly remember that the only reason you had been parted from Jason was so he could get food for you.

“Oh, shit,” you smack a hand over you mouth, “shoot, I mean, shoot. Don’t use that word.” Your use of language and attempt to cover up makes Damian smile playfully. He seems more like a child.

“I see Todd is rubbing off on you as well.” He notes as you two walk out of the barn and on the path back to the brunch.

“I don’t know that bad language is a Jason thing.” You say, your sure things about Jason have bled into who you are, but you don’t think that’s it.

“Then perhaps the saying it around a child.” He says, and you consider the notion.

“Yeah, okay, that might be a Jason.” You say with a laugh. You and Damian fall into a comfortable silence as you walk back to the brunch. You still feel dizzy, and you're starting to think it has nothing to do with the conversation. Maybe Jason was right, you needed to eat.

You two barely make it to the brunch before Damian is whisked away by Steph. She sets another mimosa glass in your hand with promises of finding you later. You're suddenly alone in the crowd, but you don’t feel as anxious as you did earlier. You sip on the offered mimosa, hoping to hold your stomach over with the orange juice til you can find Jason.

Additional Note: I don’t know if anyone’s notices but I am a firm believer in Jason and Damian knowing each other at the league. I know Damian’s close with Dick but I think him Jason get along well because they do have shared experiences from the league. I think it’s such a fun concept. Anyway, next chapter does have Selina, Bruce, and Dick. I’m still writing the scene with Dick but I have waiting for this moment for weeks, probably months and I hope it works the way I want it too. Thank you guys for being so so lovely, you keep my serotonin up with your words. As always I love to hear people’s thoughts! So talk to me, baby!

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[totallyanopossum]

Call of duty, ghost, cute, first meet

Price's wife gets Ghost the perfect birthday gift.

WC: 1k

Ghost's birthday is coming up, he's always so hard to buy gifts for but Price's wife magically gets it right every time so they go out to find him something.

Price's wife recently went to a pottery night with her friends and saw so many cute things she wanted to buy, so she takes Price there hoping to find something for Ghost and herself.

They walk around enjoying the gallery then head to see the items for sale. So far nothing for Ghost until they see an artist putting out new cups for sale. They both know it's the perfect gift when they see the oversized tea cup, it's deep blue with gold details, it looks like it had just come off some royal British high tea table.

A complaint Price has heard over and over from Ghost is how his hands are just too big for standard tea cups, the handle too dainty he feels like he'll snap it with one grip. So Price knows this is the perfect cup for him, it's everything a teacup should but just sized up for his lieutenant and the handle looks much sturdier as well.

He stands back while his wife talks with the artist who is delighted for a sale and the ladies sweet compliments. His wife disappears Into the women's studio chatting away, apparently she'll gift wrap it for them to, perfect.

While they are busy he looks around and finds something for his wife, another cute statue for her display wall. Usually the items on that wall are things he brings from missions around the world but he saw her eyeing this.

He comes back just in time and they head home with the perfect gift for his tea loving lieutenant. On the ride home his wife raves about the artist and how the work in her studio Is amazing, how the cups are for making a living, how she's so cute and single. He wonders how she learned that last fact, but his wife is a better interrogator than most professionals and she does it all without you even knowing.

She left out one detail from their conversation, how she quickly talked up Simon. And how her quick pitch worked resulting in the nice lady slipping her business card in the bag with her number on the back. So this year Simon will be getting a beautiful cup and hopefully a date.

This isn't the first time Price's wife has tried to set up Simon, so over the years she's honed her pitch, hopeful one day he'll find someone to fill his home and give him a warm welcome after a rough misson. She's seen the state of the boys come back, some tires worse than others but Simon there's already darkness in him so when it's also surrounding him he can get stuck in it and he needs a warm light.

She has acted as that warm light many times, cooking the boys a big feast and having them all over for dinner to lighten their spirits and fill their bellies, but Simon needs someone, he needs a light stuck by his side to clear away his clouds.

[Ghost's birthday]

He never used to like birthdays until Price's wife started throwing them for all the guys. She knows he doesn't want it to be a big deal so she keeps it simple, a nice home cooked meal, gifts and drinks with the guys after.

The meal was delicious, they are all stuffed as they sit in the living room for gifts. Soap goes first handing over something he obviously wrapped himself, he opens up the oddly shaped package and finds a 3 pack of pocket sized WD40 and a candle the scent of gasoline. Gaz gifts him a chocolate grenade and another switch blade for his collection.

Next Price's wife hands over a bag, he wonders what's in it since she's practically been littering the whole time waiting for her turn.

He carefully unwrapping the tissue paper and finds a beautiful tea cup and it fits his hand perfectly. He's never seen anything like this a real tea cup for his gaint size and a handle sturdy enough he could actually use. This will be the shinning star among his cupboard. Just drinking from this will lighten his day. He thanks Price and his wife the best he can. He spends a few solid minutes just staring at the cup, cataloging ever detail.

As he's re-wrapping it he notes a card in the bottom of the bag. He's thrilled to know where he can get more cups because just having one will make his other cups look sad. He goes to put the card in his wallet when he notes the number handwritten on the back.

“ what's this?”

“ it's the number of the cute lady who made the cup”

Over the years he's gotten many numbers slipped to him by Price's wife but this is the first time he's actually thought about calling and not just for another cup. No, he wants to meet the person who made this, wants to see their other work, maybe he'll even ask her out, maybe.

[ 2 years later]

His cupboard is now full of elegant and eclectic tea cups all hand made by the Lil bird who's now sleep in his bed.

2 years ago he went to her studio and met her, and that was it at first sight he was hooked. The flutter of her voice, the sparkel of her eyes, her round cheeks, hair up in a messy bun, hands covers in clay and a few spots smeared on her face. He walked in while she was working, doing something he now knows is called throwing on the wheel. Even though he interrupted her, she enthusiastically chatted with him about the cup he got and her work and that day they planned their first date.

Now they have been together 2 years and each time he comes home he gets that same feeling he did when he walked into her studio for you first time.

[lady-corrine]

Thank You so much for answering my ask! I love all your ideas for Dick and Kory!

I would pay so much money to have you being a writer for DC for them!

I need these like I need blood and oxygen! 😭

This is so kind of you, but there is no need to thank me really! 🩷 It was a pleasure to answer and to write down so many ideas for them!

In fact, I want to thank you and my mutuals! 🫶🏻 As much as I adore Kory and dickkory, I admit it's getting incredibly hard to remain optimistic or excited when it comes to the treatment Kory receives from DC. It's unfair and it saddens me, and truth be told many times I just wanted to leave the fandom behind because Kory is my absolute favourite and seeing her constantly ignored, sidelined and mistreated by writers and editors took any joy out of the fandom for me.

The only reason I keep posting is because I met so many lovely, talented people around here, saw so many amazing tags for my posts and got the kindest dms and asks. The engagement was honestly so unexpected but also very welcome. I have been a Starfire and dickkory fan for so long but it took me a lot of courage to engage into the fandom directly and it only started recently. Thank you so, so much! <3

Being a writer at DC for them would be such a dream. I would write them with so much love because they're simply beautiful as characters and as a couple and they resonate with me and I miss them and... they deserved better, cliché as it sounds. It's sad that so many uninspired writers that virtually didn't care about them got to write them. Hopefully one day they'll both be free or maybe one of us in the fandom will have the chance to write for them!

And of course the mandatory panel with them because they're the cutest 🥰

[theallianceofcelestials]

Can i ask for SEA drabble and my Villian Show!Eclipse?

Maybe sheningans involving VS!Eclipse's habbits(stealing or spying) or him "hissing" at family who tries to get along with him

I shall try my best getting the character right, which I'll hopefully achieve

Also, sorry for the delay, had to work on somethin yesterday then head started hurting

Eclipse has to be quick about this, because if he's not then he will be caught, and this cursed Foundation is going to kill him and use him for parts.

He's currently carrying some sort of weapon of mass destruction, one made to be able to take down SCPs, because it'd look real nice in his collection. It might also make future missions easier, whenever he figures out how to get back. Lowering the chances of death and injury seem more than worth any potential consequence from this.

He ignores the thought of green-blue in his vision, dismissing it as he would an annoying file pop up.

He's close to his hiding place now, just around a corner and then he can-

He shouts as the floor disappears from underneath him, but he knows what's happening even before he sees the tired bastard version of himself that lives here. The fucker looks like he's dealing with a goddamed child.

"For the last time, can you please steal stuff better? If you won't stop at least don't make it so obvious"

"Go fuck yours-!"

He's given a reproachful shake by the fucking nightmare fuel holding him, the one he was trying to ignore, thanks, and the only reason he doesn't scream is because that'd be humiliating. And you shouldn't show weakness to an animal or whatever.

"That is no way to speak to family. However much you deny we are that"

Ah yes, that. Because these fucks apparently work like that.

Except the other Eclipse here. The one he really should start calling something else. Something annoying or demeaning.

"Killcode I think it's better to just leave him alone with that talk. You know how I was like when we first met, and I'm certainly not as messed up as this guy"

He glares down at this sorry excuse of a scientist, not even reacting when the beast holding him begins moving.

Looks like he'll be brought back to 'their room'. Which means another round of fighting off strangers who insist on familiality. Great.

He can't wait

.*.*.*.

He clutches at the knife from dinner with a passion, glaring at any SCP that moves closer. The only other animatronic in the room with him is busy sadly, which means these things won't be bothering him. Especially when he's looking over the gun Eclipse stole.

Why can't they just let him keep it?

"So ugh..."

He glares at Lunar, daring the tiny creature to crawl closer to him. He's itching to stab something.

"You wanna play a game or..?"

He stares him down, not even feeling any spark of satisfaction when the little animal begins fidgeting them pulls back altogether. Apparently the comfort of their bed is much more inviting than the couch now.

Good. He plans to keep it that way.

But these things don't give up, because the place of the smallest one is taken up by the spikiest one, the one named Solar Flare, which just simply stares back at him. He doesn't even know if this one is capable of emotion.

Quick to follow it is Bloodmoon, who slinks closer until they can spread out on the fluffy rug. They give him a jaunt little wave, and he's sure it's a taunt of some form. It has to be.

"Are we going to do this every time you're here?"

He glares up at possibly the worst one of the lot, the Moon lookalike, feeling a mechanic growl build in his systems. The only reason he doesn't let it out is because he's sure they'd jump him for it. They probably only need the slightets bit of provocation.

"Fine, whatever. At least move over so Sunny and I can play a game"

Yeah right, move over, closer to the other SCP. Right he's gonna do that.

His silent glaring clearly grates on this Moon's nerves too, because his expression is quick to twitch from annoyance to irritation.

"You can either move willingly or-"

"Moon, that's enough"

Perhaps one of the strangest things here is the Sun, who's much more confident than his own. But it's defenitely not as strange as this Moon listening, taking in a deep breath and moving over. It's weird to see a Moon willingly obey a Sun.

"You can move to the empty side of the couch. We don't mind sitting with our nephew. You are just kind of in the way to the gaming console"

His grip tightens on the knife, but he does begin to shimmy over. No need to provoke these things even more.

"Thank you"

He eyes them warily as they sit down, booting up Don't Starve Together. They don't pay much attention to him after that, which is a little insulting. But he'd rather have this.

The room becomes filled with the sounds of them dying horribly, with the smells of this Killcode cooking, and through it all he stays holed up against the arm of the couch, brandishing his stolen knife at anyone who even dares to look at him.

He can't fucking wait to go home.

[butterflywingswrites]

holy shit caitlin with a vib is SO UNDERRATED please write more 🙏🙏

modified the request a bit but the essence is the same

caitlin using a vibrator on you part 2

“how has that vibrator been working for you?” caitlin has been teasing you since she made you cum with your vibrator a few weeks ago, but this is the first time she outright mentioned that day

“umm”

“have you not used it?”

“i have. it just feels different than when you did it” you mumbled the last part

“oh?” caitlin raised an eyebrow “feels better when i do it?” caitlin asked with confidence

“i haven’t cum while using it” you didn’t want to outright say it

“so it feels better when i do it” caitlin smirked “how are you using it?”

“the same way you used it on me. promise” you really were

“show me. you must be doing something different. you came pretty hard when i used it on you” again with the smirk. she went over to your dresser and got the vibrator out of your bottom drawer. she sat on the foot of your bed and raised her eyebrows at you, silently asking you to take your clothes off

“now?” caitlin simply nodded. you pulled off your pants and underwear, throwing them off the bed awkwardly

“how do you start?”

“i start by making sure i’m wet”

“and how do you do that?”

“i think about things that make me wet” you tried to keep it vague

“what do you think about?” how good she was at making out and how hard you came when she pressed your vibrator on your clit

“just past experiences i enjoyed” hopefully she wouldn’t ask for more. you didn’t know how long you could keep being vague

“okay” caitlin smiled, seemingly knowing what experiences you thought about “maybe you’re more of a hands on person”

“what do you mean by that?”

“i think you might need more hands on stimulation” caitlin leaned in and kissed you. you moaned into her mouth and felt her smile into the kiss

“fuck caitlin” you said when she pulled back from the kiss. she handed you your vibrator

“show me how you use it on yourself” her voice was commanding and hot. you turned the vibrator on, laid back, and rubbed it on the entrance of your pussy just like she did a few weeks ago. you placed the wet vibrator on your clit and didn’t feel much pleasure–not the way it felt when caitlin did it

“see. i’m doing the same thing you did but it’s not the same” caitlin took the vibrator from you. she surprised you and pinned your wrists down with one of her large hands

“you’re pushing too hard. don’t overstimulate yourself. you need to be gentle on that pretty clit”

“pretty clit?” you giggled a bit at caitlin’s words

“so pretty. close your eyes. relax babygirl, let me take care of you” you closed your eyes and let caitlin take control

she pressed your vibrator lightly on your clit and you moaned loudly. the amount of pressure caitlin was using was perfect. you tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the feeling but you could feel yourself getting close. the hand that was gripping your wrists squeezed them lightly to give assurance

“cum for me pretty girl” you couldn’t say no to that. you came hard and opened your eyes. caitlin smiled and released your wrists

“how about next time, we go straight to you using it on me?” you suggested. even if you used the right amount of pressure, you were sure it would still feel better with caitlin doing it

“i like the sound of that”

[cup1dt3a]

So with the Twst anime coming out I know this won’t happen but just let me dream! It would honestly be so much better if in the Anime unlike the manga’s they kept all the Yuu’s around. Where basically once they get to chapter 2 of twst instead of just throwing Yuuken Enma away they keep him in as a background character while making Yuuka the new protagonist. And so on with every new season getting a Yuu all the past yuu’s just stay in the background.

While the new Yuu takes the spotlight after being abducted by the carriage at a later time we’ll still see the past Yuu’s probably in the ramshackle dorm, interacting with the main cast form time to time, or even interacting with the new Yuu from time to time.

It probably won’t happen, but I can see that once the anime is out and it’s on Season 2 any ppl who are new to twst will probably be really attached to Yuuken Enma and then seeing Yuuki it would cause a lot of confusion. Especially if they aren’t fans/ don’t know of the game or manga’s. Plus if the anime is (hopefully) good it would honestly just be nice to see the ramshackle dorm slowly fill up with all the different Yuu’s. Though I could also see that some people would stop watching the anime or get upset once Yuuken, Yuuka, Yuuta, or Yuuna no longer in the anime.

[redvexillum]

💖 Vexi Update 💖

Guess who crawled out of the corporate overtime abyss with coffee-stained dignity and a stack of half-finished reports? This gal! Did ya miss me? (Lie to me if you didn’t.) While I was being held hostage by deadlines and adulting, I hope the brilliant writers and artists around here kept your hearts warm and your imaginations fed. 

Okay, storytime my beautiful gremlins: remember back in the day when I used to post constantly? Like, practically breathing out fanfics? YEAH, turns out that was at the horrifying cost of completely neglecting my actual work and life. (Please... don’t look at me like that. I know, okay?? My impulse control is about as sturdy as wet tissue paper. AHHH.)

Anyway! Here's the deal—posting like a maniac isn't exactly sustainable unless I wanna be homeless but with vibes ✨️. So why am I telling you this when all you want is more spicy shenanigans with LCD TV Man, Deer Demon, and maybe the Sad Devil?

Because! My wonderful, wise friend Kit a.k.a @redfoxwritesstuff (bless her patient soul) taught me a valuable lesson: slow and steady updates are way better than dumping a story buffet and then vanishing into the void for, uh... counts on fingers... over five months.

Sooo the new plan? Scheduled updates! Actual routines! Feeding you delightful gremlins just enough to keep you full without starving you for half a year! (You’re welcome.)

And guess what? I've actually got some projects lined up!

First, I must finish my extremely belated New Year's kisses (seriously, it's almost embarrassing at this point). Then, I’m planning to finally sit down and edit some raw stories I’ve been hoarding like a dragon with emotional baggage. No joke, I legit have almost an entire story written—raw, completely unedited—but hey, it should be ready soon! (Hopefully! Haha...ha.)

Now I’m ready to dust off the cobwebs in my creative attic and shake off the metaphorical constipation (yep, it’s that kind of re-entry). It might take a few awkward story stretches and cringey one-shots before I get my rhythm back, so bear with me while I recalibrate from "boring office zombie" to "smoll sad party bonzanas. 🥳" 

How long will I maintain this Responsible Era ✨️?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

No clue. But let’s enjoy the chaotic semi-organization while it lasts. Bwahaha.

My goal is to start updating near the 🌸 end of May/early June 🌸, so...

[spilled-energon]

If Soundwave were more alert, maybe he would have noticed the little signs that something about Shockwave was off. For better, or for worse, he was oblivious. The only important thing in the moment was that Shockwave was present, Laserbeak's spark continued to spin, and Ravage's weight against him frame was keeping him sane. While the silence following Shockwave's attempted reassurance was suffocating, the weight of a servo grasped within his own was comforting. He gave the appendage a weak squeeze, spark settling somewhat from its panic.

Part of him still feared that this was all some sick dream. That he would jerk awake to a void with a dead symbiote in his lap. The idea was wholly terrifying in a way that Soundwave didn't know how to navigate, nor did he know how to alleviate it. A desperation to just enjoy the fleeting moments he had with the small bundle of people he genuinely loved clawed from within. He wanted to tuck his deployers in close to his frame, then yank the stoic scientist looming over him in as close as he could. He didn't.

Ravage lifted his helm when he felt Shockwave's gaze on him, a soft rumble vibrating through his frame. Years of learning the little differences in expression for Shockwave meant he understood the silent request. "Soundwave," he started, glancing towards his host. When he received a sign that the larger mech was listening, he continued. "Is there anything you need from us? Anything that'll help you settle?" Even without their bond, Ravage could feel the erratic movements of his host's weak spark. "Laserbeak isn't far away, but I'm sure we could jerry-rig something, if you wanted her closer."

A minut shake of Soundwave's helm answered the latter. There was no point in risking Laserbeak's recovery by moving her. The former question, however, was answered with vague impressions of words through his field. Closeness. You both are solid. Which made no sense out of context, but paired with the footage he had shown of phasing through things would hopefully get his point across.

Laserbeak being moved closer was almost immediately noticed. Soundwave shifted his helm to peer over at her as best he could. She was a dark blob of color, but at least he could make out the faint outline of her frame. Her side of the bond was still silent, but her presence continued to grow. It was comforting. He wanted to reach out and cradle her close to his chest, but he was well aware of how needlessly stupid that would be. He settled for shakily petting the symbiote on his abdomen instead.

He tried to keep track of Shockwave's movements throughout the space. With how groggy he felt, it didn't surprise him to see Shockwave in one place, only to suddenly realize he was in another corner of the room. What he was doing, Soundwave didn't know. He didn't have the energy to try and think about it. All he knew was that he desperately wanted the undivided attention of that red optic he had missed for so long.

Thankfully, Shockwave eventually tugged a chair over and settled down. Soundwave immediately reached for him, trembling digits blindly searching for any part of the scientist's frame. With the information that he was back in Kaon, he had to wonder what the status of the planet was. Last he knew, Megatron had been slaughtered, only for the Autobots to take control of the Nemesis. They likely used the rebuilt Omega Lock to revitalize the planet. Thinking about the specifics, however, made his processor pound in retaliation. Later, then.

Focusing on the question was worse. Soundwave felt his spark spin erratically when he thought back to the day he was trapped. Ravage shifted, very quickly reminding him of the feline's grounding weight. He took a moment to try and settle his rising panic, instead turning his focus to testing if his visor was in working order. It flickered to life, video feed displaying his encounter with the humans following a burst of static.

From his POV, there were two Ground Bridges on either side of him. They clashed, and hissed, and pulled at both each other, as well as himself. He didn't have time to react before the two bridges encased him in a blinding light. When he could finally see again, the world was dull. He lunged for the humans, only for his servo to pass right through their forms. They couldn't see him. They couldn't hear him. Welcome to the Shadow Zone, dude was the last time anyone acknowledged his presence.

Trapped, was all he could say. The word was shaky and barely understandable through his field- especially when buried underneath the wave of fear-, but at least he was consciously making an attempt at communicating.

[trans-axolotl]

Is there a reason why work might not be published if it was submitted to the psych archive? No pressure to answer just curious, thanks for the resources and education you do!

Thank you so much for sending a message because I just went and checked and the way the form was set up, it had sent like a third of responses to spam 😭😭 this had happened earlier this year and I thought I had solved the problem with the filtering but I guess not, I’m just going to start checking the spam folder regularly as well. Tomorrow night or Saturday I’ll go through and get everything that I can find updated onto the website.

Thank you for letting me know bc I really don’t want to have peoples responses and work going missing 💜💜

[sporeclan]

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