#character centric

[aventurineswife]

Urm… can I rq Honkai men reacting to your babies giving them a drawing of your family for Father’s Day?🥺 (please include Gepard and Jing Yuan and Boothill if possible pls I love your work so much)

A Picture Worth a Thousand Words

Tags: Gepard Landau, Jing Yuan, Boothill, Father’s Day, Parenthood, Emotional, Fluff, Character Development, Comfort, Hugs, Drawing, Protective, Tender Moments, Character-Centric.

It was a quiet morning in the Landau estate, and Gepard was finishing his patrol rounds when his young child bounded up to him, holding something tightly in their small hands. Their face was beaming with excitement.

“Papa, Papa! Look!” they shouted, their voice filled with joy.

Gepard bent down, his gaze softening as he looked at the drawing they handed him. It was a colorful sketch, a crayon masterpiece. The child had drawn a picture of their family: Gepard standing tall in his familiar white armor, their parent beside him with a kind smile, and the child, of course, depicted with their tiny arms wrapped around both of them. The details were simple, yet the love and warmth shone through the child’s shaky lines. The family was drawn under a sunny sky, a house with flowers in front of it, and even a little silvermane guard helmet beside Gepard, as a symbol of their pride.

Gepard’s heart swelled with emotion as he traced his finger over the crayon-drawn figures. His stern demeanor softened, and for a moment, he looked at the drawing in silence. His child eagerly waited for his reaction, and he smiled, kneeling to their level.

“This is beautiful,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much, my little one.”

Gepard gently pulled the child into a warm hug, his strong arms wrapping around them tightly. He had faced countless battles in his life, but nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of being loved and treasured by his family. His duty to protect them, to protect Belobog, never felt so meaningful.

“Happy Father’s Day, Papa!” the child said, snuggling against him.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Gepard repeated softly, the words more tender than they had ever been. He held the drawing close to his chest, knowing it would be a cherished reminder of this precious moment for the rest of his life.

The day had started like any other on the Xianzhou Luofu, with Jing Yuan overseeing the Cloud Knights’ preparations. He had always been a calm and composed leader, preferring to let things flow naturally, and today was no different. However, when his child appeared before him, holding a brightly colored drawing, he couldn't help but smile warmly.

“Papa!” they said, their face alight with excitement. “Look what I made for you!”

Jing Yuan’s eyes softened, and he paused in the middle of organizing some scrolls. He took the drawing from their small hands and studied it carefully. The crayon sketch depicted a grand scene: Jing Yuan was in his full armor, standing tall with a calm expression, as his child and their parent stood beside him. The family was surrounded by soft clouds, with the words “I love you, Papa” written in bold letters at the top. A small cub—perhaps inspired by his rumored pet Mimi—was also drawn by the child’s hand, faithfully recreating the spirit of his ever-present companion.

Jing Yuan chuckled softly as he examined the picture, his fingers gently tracing the lines of his own image on the page. He could feel a deep sense of pride and tenderness swelling inside him.

“Thank you, little one,” he said, his voice rich with affection. “This means the world to me.”

He set the drawing aside, pulling the child into his arms for a tender hug. His normally detached demeanor gave way to a softness that only those closest to him ever witnessed.

“Happy Father’s Day, Papa!” the child exclaimed, hugging him back.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Jing Yuan replied, his voice full of love as he gazed down at the drawing once more. The peace he had worked so hard to maintain on the Luofu, the victories and trials, they all paled in comparison to the warmth in his heart. With his family by his side, he had everything he truly needed.

Boothill sat on a worn-out bench beneath a starry sky, his mechanical fingers tapping idly on the worn leather of his gloves. His mind was a whirl of thoughts, but his gaze lingered on the quiet town below—just another stop on his long journey across the galaxy. He’d been a lone wolf for so long, it was hard to imagine a time when he’d ever know peace again. But everything had changed since meeting you—the one who had managed to make a heart as cold as his start beating again.

You stepped up behind him, a gentle smile on your face as you approached, holding something small in your hands. Boothill turned slightly, eyebrow raised, sensing the presence of your little ones—his babies. They stood just out of sight, giggling quietly, holding something between them.

“What’s this?” Boothill asked, leaning forward slightly.

One of the little ones, with a shy smile, stepped forward and held up a crumpled piece of paper. “It’s a drawing... for you, Papa,” they said, voice barely above a whisper.

Boothill blinked, his expression unreadable. His eyes scanned the paper as he took it into his hands. At first, it was just a chaotic mess of colors and shapes—lines, stars, and some strange squiggles—but as his gaze sharpened, he saw something familiar. The drawing depicted a rough sketch of your family, together. He could make out you in the center, smiling. Beside you, Boothill saw himself—his white hair, his cowboy hat, and those unmistakable red stars on his shoulders.

He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. It was simple, childlike—but it was genuine. The scribbled lines somehow managed to capture the love and warmth that had begun to form a bond between him and the children. The warmth he thought was long gone.

One of the kids giggled, bouncing on their heels. “It’s for Father’s Day,” they added, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Boothill’s breath caught in his chest. He didn’t know what to say. It had been so long since anyone had called him a father, or even treated him as part of something like this. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the weight of the paper in his hands seemed to ground him.

Slowly, Boothill lifted his gaze, and despite the tough exterior, something vulnerable flickered in his eyes. His voice came out low, gruff, but laced with something softer than usual. “Thank you, kid.”

He paused, then looked at the other, trying to suppress a rare smile. “And you too.”

The children beamed, their small faces lighting up as they stepped forward for a hug. Boothill hesitated for a moment, his mechanical limbs creaking as he moved, but then he knelt down, gathering them into his arms, his cold metal body strangely warm with the weight of their trust.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Boothill finally allowed himself to relax, just a little. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he could protect something more than just his revenge.

The drawing was crumpled, imperfect—but it was his, and that meant everything.

[meowdy-all]

Yall im UPSET! There are nearly 3k fics for Bones (TV) on ao3, and i can't fund any on Booth! We have Sweets centric and Bones Centric, hell even ZACK centric fics, but i can't find any on our favorite badass sniper!!

LOOK AT HIM!! There's so much to do with his character! Abused as a child? Give him angst. Ex Army Ranger? Give him Trauma. He's literally a main character, and we dont have more on him? Why dint yall LIKE HIM?? I Love Him! He's great! He's sassy!

I just want a good LENGTHY fic centered on him.

[girl4music]

I love how Season 3 of ‘Station 19’ is just showing us all the main character’s backstories. This is what I’m talking about when it comes to character representation and development. Show us who these people are as well as who they’re not anymore. How they’ve grew, how they’ve evolved, transitioned through their adolescence to the wonderfully complex and dynamic people that they are today. How they’ve been influenced by their past and their youth. All their mistakes, all their conditions, all their flaws, and all their traumas. That’s what I want to see in TV shows. A proper exploration of characterization in everything. The positive and the negative so I can see that they’re well-rounded individuals that deserve my attention.

This is how it should be done every time, all the time. Forget about plot because the plot should be wrapped around the characters. Never the other way around.

If you do it the other way around you force things to happen that don’t have any logical reason to happen. Focus on characterization helps you use themes and narrative plot points with substance behind them.

For example, because we know Travis Montgomery is gay and has been married and has lost his husband while on duty, he has a resistance to the system and his bitterness fuels his need to help people who are going through the same or similar emotions he does.

They make the narrative relate to him and his story so the narrative itself for that specific episode resonates even more than it would if that was not ever explored. You feel something from the main narrative because of Travis’ ties to it through his character backstory.

Characterization writing is crucial to any lasting story. Not enough TV show creators/runners are utilizing the characterization to tell the story of the show itself. They’re moving on from it too quickly because they believe getting to the plot beats is more important.

But what is the point of the plot if there’s nothing there that relates to or resonates with the audience? You’re missing the bigger picture of the whole show because you want to hurry up with telling the story. But you can’t tell a truly compelling story without proper characterization exploration. It doesn’t work.

Exploring main character backstories and relationships or even just one-off character interactions are very important to storytelling and I honestly believe that the TV art/entertainment industry has lost the plot because they focus too much on the plot and not enough on characterization.

Everything becomes a mess and nothing gets a successful and satisfying endgame because of it.

Don’t put the plot first. Don’t make it the focus.

Put characterization central to everything else and I promise you that the plot will practically write itself.

Tie themes to characters. Tie narratives to characters. Show us who the characters are and who they’re not.

Let the characterization drive the whole show.

[alpaca-clouds]

What Remains [Sando-centric Darkfic]

Going through all my old fanfics I found this one, that I... Well, I am well aware that nobody knows this fandom, because it is another one of those unknowns. But I love this manga so much.

What Remains

Fandom: Shin Angyo Onshi (Blade of the Phantom Master) Character: Sando Genre: Darkfic

A girl saves a small village from a group of bandits. A girl, who has lost everything in her life once again.

[elfdyke]

i dont think fandom people who only think about male characters and only create content for male characters are like horrible misogynists but i do think they often have some shit they need to unpack. like how can you , for example, play life is strange and the only thing you come away with from that is you want nathan and warren to fuck nasty. how can you watch birds of prey, and the only thing you come away with from that is you want roman and victor to fuck nasty......... like idk! idk! i just find it strange especially when people will engage with media Specifically about women and then put no effort in to empathize or care about them, sometimes even going far enough to say they HATE the female characters and that theyre bitches... IDK!!!!

[marciaillust]

trapped in amber

[secretarysong]

been getting really into patterns lately

[thewritingfairy]

↪ 13. Damian attempts self-reflection

PREV PART trigger warning: medical + physical + emotional neglect, name is officialy fucking done and they'll make it known, Name is no longer hiding that they want to leave, Damian centric chapter, short filler  main m.list       series m.list

You are about to kill a motherfucker, and that motherfuckers name is Damian. Not only is he following you, he continuously attempts to place trackers and to get your medication to give to Bruce. And after your latest shift, you were done. Robin was now spying on you while you were working, and you are absolutely fucking done.

So when you see him at the dining table you couldn’t contain your anger. “You and I are going to have a talk, privately,” you hiss at him, smacking a bag of broken trackers on the table. “or so help me, and I actually get a fucking restraining order against you.”

This sure as hell got his attention, and he nods and follows you to the kitchen. You need a room that can be trashed, and in the kitchen you have more shit to throw. “You are out of line,” you say, looking at him with a stare that one could describe as threatening, enraged and calculating. “if you do this again I’ll be sure to fuck Robin up the next time he comes to visit me at work.”

You didn’t want to play your cards out, they have no need to know that you know. Of course Duke knows, but he’ll always be the exception.

Damian laughs, he can’t help it. You think you can fuck up Robin? Please, he didn’t know you had a sense of humour. What a delightful surprise.

At least he has enough sense to stop laughing when he felt your stern gaze become a glare. Truly, you aren’t like Bruce a lot, but your stare… your stare is purely Bruce. “Why do you think you being followed by Robin has anything to do with me?” he asks, genuinely curious. He just hopes you won’t put all the clues together, he’s quite relieved with the fact that your pain keeps you oblivious. Unable to use all of your intelligence.

“Nightwing and then Robin, it’s obvious they are in Bruce in pockets,” you say trying to make it seem like you weren’t omitting something. But Damian did notice a slight change in your body language, but he’ll dismiss it for now. “get him to back off, or I will file a formal complaint of stalking against him. Wouldn’t be so good for his already shitty reputation, right?”

Seems like you hit a nerve, Damian looks away ashamed, regretful and at the same time grateful. Good, let him think you’re oblivious, the more he underestimates you the safer you will be. A boy like Damian is even more dangerous than a man like Jason, Damian was raised to kill, but Jason just copied the aggression he learned. And when he lost his joyful nature, he became the monster he is today. You take Damian’s silence as compliance. “Do me a favour and tell Brucie that I will be at Maria’s for the rest of the week,” you say as you turn around, ignoring how he takes a sharp breath. “I don’t want to see your face until I return.”

Damian knows your hyper independent nature is due to their actions, due to what they’ve done to you. But he can’t help but feel bitter, he didn’t know better. He didn’t understand your side, and he wants to be your brother. He always wanted to be your brother.

From the moment you defended Tim he knew that he wanted you to defend him like that, that he wanted you to love him like that. But after Jason’s attack he learned how your family treated you, and he wanted nothing to do with you. Fearful of losing his father’s approval, and you don’t know about their life. Involving you would lead to you being kidnapped and at worst killed.

He knows he could have had a civilian relationship, but after he chastised you for your anger towards Jason he knew he no longer had a chance. He knew, so he didn’t try.

He didn’t try because he didn’t understand.

So now, as you pull away from them instead of them pulling away from you Damian doesn’t know what to do. He wants to be your sibling, he wants the bond you seemed to have with Tim (a bond he now knows doesn’t exist), he wants to be loved by you. And he wants to protect you.

Can’t you let your brother protect you?

You’re the older sibling, shouldn’t you do anything to make your younger siblings happier?

NEXT PART guys, I know this is short, but listen, I wanted this out because I keep having Damian being a gremlin brother thoughts and not in a good way. also I keep seeing one specific username that is such a typical name where I am from that I'm like; shit do I know this person?

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[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Duke keeps losing durags and and bonnets around the manor and they end up in the most random spots (he takes them off when he's half asleep and throws them somewhere)

-Jason: Duchess, I found your durag.

Duke: oh? I lost that months ago, Where was it?

Jason: it was in my helmet ���

-Damian: Thomas. Here's your headwrap.

Duke: where was it this time?

Damian: batcow was eating it.

-Stephanie: *throws the silk bonnet at duke* wherever you bought that please buy me one. My hair has no kinks in it at all~

Duke: you've had it this whole time??

Stephanie: it was in my laundry basket😋

[ectomint]

Watch the elliotlings for me

[grimdarling69]

Another de aged Dan and Ellie story or otherwise known as Crack

Pt 1 Pt2

If only Clark hadn't been busy tracking Luthor, he would have been able to save his nephew, his sons best friend.

Once again, Lex Luthor has sabotaged him. He didn't even need kryptonite to do it this time. After Lexs mental breakdown, he had apparently gone off the grid, and unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to hear anything from him. According to the snippets from Lexs staff he had apparently refused to answer to his name, started to hate it, and called his board a " bunch of idiotic bimbos who only appear to work so they could buy expensive cars and whores".

It's definitely a mental breakdown or a possession. Lex doing something to damage his image? Unheard of. Possession didn't seem likely. What kind of person posseses a ceo just to insult his board and completely change their personality? They'd be immediately noticed.

He had been investigating Lex's disappearance for the past month and a half and had only succeeded in not being around to stop his nephew from committing suicide.

Bruce had called out for him, but being halfway across the world he couldn't make it in time, and consequently Damian made it over the bridge and he had been searching for his body for the past 3 hours and he still couldn't find him.

He had never seen Dick so shaken before. Jason had barely been able to stop him from following his brother over the bridge. After he arrived on the scene, Jason started to take his brother home.

"Find his body." He had told him before turning and wrangling Dick onto his own bike

"Stop, Jay. I have to find him. Please... Uncle Clark, please. You have to bring him home. I have to... " He could hear Dick plead with them the whole way back to the cave.

He could only bring their bikes home.

They had now all retired to the cave. He was ignoring Alfred calling Steph and Cass in the other room. Ignoring their desperate denials and begging to be told it was just a cruel prank. Ignoring Dick's full body sobs into Jason's arms, shaking them both. Ignoring Bruce's absent look and ignoring how similar Bruce and Jason's grief was.

Tim, luckily, hadn't broken his leg like what they originally had thought, only popped his knee out at such an angle it looked like it. Alfred had already reset it and listed his usual recovery despite Tim not even pretending to listen to it this time. Duke had already helped him upstairs, eyes red and swollen.

Finally the the tense silence came to an end.

"Did you find anything?" Bruce, one of his oldest and closest friends, asked, his voice calm and steady, his heart unwavering as ever but he knew better.

"I'm sorry."

"Search again."

Just as he was about to fly out again, the elevator opened.

"I found this in Damian's room." Tim hurriedly spoke he was already rushing past him on his crutches to the evidence processing, not even explaining what "this" even is.

"Tim. Explain." Bruce rushing and limped past him following quickly.

Like father, like son.

"What is it?" He turned to look at Dick, he had tear stains but his eyes were dryer his mouth was set in a firm line but he was leaning heavily on his younger brother.

"Tim found something." He responded quietly, and he continued on following his friend.

They sat silently together while Tim and Bruce worked together without speaking like a well-oiled machine firm in it's objective.

He'd say Jason was as still as a corpse with his eyes glazed over unseeing, but that observation was far from appropriate,considering everything.

99% Match found. Partial fingerprints detected unknown. The computer had finally accounted after 15 minutes of silence.

He and Jason waited for Bruce and Tim to tell them instead of jumping like Dick did to get the first look. He doubted Jason could get up, Jason was strong so strong, but he was still so young.

They all were.

Especially Damian, despite all his headstrong confidence and borderline arrogance, he will still only fourteen.

Only fourteen years old and dead by suicide.

He still needed to tell Jon he was buying time by the well-timed expedition of him and Kon already off planet and galaxy on whatever Kon called "brotherly bonding with a little bit of interplanetary fighting and toppling monarchies splashed in and maybe we'll catch a movie on the way home" they had joined some green lanterns to help rescue some new green lanterns who got in between a revolution on accident. He remembers researching for days before letting Jon go, but even just the name of the planet now escapes him.

It all seemed so trivial now.

He had seen what became of Dick and Bruce when Jason had died when Dick had been off-planet, and Bruce hadn't reached out to tell him. He just hoped Jon could forgive him.

"Clark. Where is Lex Luthor." Bruce demanded turning to finally look him in the eyes.

"I'm not sure. Lex went underground a month and half ago. Why? What does he have to do with this?" Clark asked carefully. He had to be careful not to set Bruce off.

" AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME? Bruce's voice rose exponentially.

Too late, he couldn't help but think.

"His fingerprints are all over this goddamn envelope. Whatever was inside made Damian kill himself, and you're asking what does it matter!"

"How do we know?" Dick spoke softly, his eyes still glued to the results.

Everybody turned at the same time. Jason's head snapping so fast he winced.

"Know... Know what?" Tim asks him just as softly.

" How do we know Damian is.. is dead?" He spoke again, looking up to glance at them all.

" I know Damian. He's my.. my...He wouldn't just kill himself. He couldn't have. He showed no signs of ever even contemplating it. Not even... Damian would have told me.. Would have trusted me to help him. Lex must have taken him or.. or somehow lured him away." Dick spoke hurriedly or desperate but still completely convinced.

"Chum.."

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed standing up and kicking his chair sending into the wall hard enough to crack the plastic. His hands shook like they were itching to wrap around someone's throat. They twitched and he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes were greener than ever and glowed so strong there seemed to be a small headlight in front of him almost.

"He could be out there being tortured or worse! And we are just sitting here twiddling our thumbs like FUCKING BABIES!" His voice grew louder and louder until he was screaming into their faces.

"Jaylad-" Bruce started just by hearing that name he knew whatever Bruce was going to say was going to be the complete wrong thing.

"We are going to find him. No matter what it takes. I never gave up on Bruce, and i can't give up in my baby brother either." Tim spoke up, his voice unwavering his heartbeat never stuttering, not even once.

He risked a glance at Bruce. His old friends face was softer, looking at his sons, but his frown was determined, and he tilted his head in the way he always did when he wasn't going to give up.

They were going to bring him home. They just had too.

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Crack

Boy, was Damian glad about this storm. He quickly realized that he couldn't use more than one of his powers at one time. He was able to make it to the coordinates of the apparent luxurious island Vlad was hiding out on.

He was expecting actual underground, not just some shell company bought island decked in lead and man-made waterfall galore.

He was absolutely soaking wet and shivering by the time he crashed onto the island. The storm just kept on thundering down on him, plastering his clothes and hair to his face in clumps. He better not get sick from this.

Cold fog escaped his throat, and he shivered even more.

"Daniel! Is that really you?" Lex fucking Luthor called out after he'd been laying exhausted and chilled to the bone in the grimy muddy sand for a few minutes.

"Hey, fruitloop." Was the first and last thing that he said before promptly passing out.

[shikariiin]

Lady Meredith Topham hatt.

The "Mother" and Savior of the Engine's race.

[cheddar-cheese-enthusiast]

anyways sam wilson hate is actually illegal if i sense even an inkling of dislike it’s ON SIGHT

[timmydraker]

Tim hates Damian, but not for the reasons people think.

It did start as him thinking of Damian as rude, violent and unworthy of something as bright and joyful as the mantle of Robin. Tim might be better than most rich folk can be, but he’s still human and was very clearly ignorant of Damian’s lifestyle and culture, and I don’t just mean being an Assassin.

There’s no arguing against the arrogant way he sometimes talks about Damian and the League even if later adaptations are lighter with it, and the only reason it’s not a big thing is that he actually learns and pulls his head out.

Tim is an asshole but he’s not stupid, he’ll learn even when he doesn’t want to, it just takes some time.

But once he started to try and see Damian differently, around the time the younger Robin started to grow more into his role and adapt to the American world, Tim was confronted by something that make him almost insecure.

Because while Tim had to overcome some of his faults, Damian did something so mind numbingly difficult.

He overcame his entire childhood and taught nature.

Tim once used Damian’s blatant disregard for victims comfort as a reason he shouldn’t be Robin, and now as Damian is becoming an adult he’s going out of his way to learn how to help people and not shut save them.

Tim would often point out how Damian never trusted anyone no matter how much proof they gave to earn it, only really putting full faith in Dick and Bruce, but then he’s putting himself I situations that make him squirm just to give people a chance. But then it’s Tim who has the most contingency plans because he firmly believes even your most trusted allies can betray you.

Tim hated how Damian was so arrogant and self centred and then he’s catching himself lying to partners just because he doesn’t think he did anything wrong even though they are clearly upset.

Tim had to work against his own body to be able to fight, changing his untrained body into a tool to be used, but Damian didn’t have to do that because his body was ready to fight from the moment he was made.

Damian grows, he becomes someone dangerous and threatening but someone equally as kind and compassionate, strange ways of showing it be damned. Damian wants to be a doctor, wants to help people o ur side of the suit, which just doesn’t make sense because Tim said at the start that all Damian will ever be is violence and cruelty and yet-

Tim is admittedly jealous.

He wants to say he’s someone great and strong, and he is really, but Damian…

Damian is more of a Robin than Tim.

They both still did good, great things and Tim will always be a good Robin, it’s just that Damian has done so much more in regards to himself. He’s grown and changed and went from being someone Tim saw as just bad to someone more patient and willing to do the hard work big for the good and it just doesn’t make sense because Tim-

Tim has become bitter and angry and every internal monologue he has is filled with venomous words and irritation. He’s making plans he claims he won’t act on, but who thinks up so many ways to permanently stop someone with violent, unethical and just inhumane means without batting an eye?

Tim isn’t hesitating when making ‘world had ended’ plans, when making last ditch plans that involve killing people and he’s stop pulling punches with certain groups because they come back to life anyway so who cares if they die in a fight?

And it’s so ironic, because for a time when he was first introduced to the family, Damian saw Tim as the goal. It was Tim who was most trusted by Batman, who was allied with pretty much every hero team, who was given free reign and his own cases, and it was Tim who his mother warned him would be in his way of Robin.

But Damian stopped being so eager to replace and started to want to be his own person. His own Robin and eventually, his own everything entirely.

And now it’s Tim who is being told to calm down, to stand down, to not be so defensive.

It’s Damian whose defying Bruce now, whose moving on from Robin and spreading a whole new pair of wings when even Tim can’t let go be cause he has to do better, right? Because if Damian, cold blooded and aggravating Damian, can become someone else and good then he should be too.

Yet even with good friends and a good rep, he feels like something lesser.

And doesn’t that just suck.

[cloudinal]

Rhyme MSpaint doodle :)

[bragganhyl]

Anyway, I am once again seeing people picking up Pillars of Eternity for the first time and as such I am feeling obligated to let you all know that there are free to download short stories that you can grab from ✨ here ✨