#churro chirps

[churrobird]

short mini-fic inspired by this post by @magnecalliope and tags by @femboyclownpierce

pangi enjoyers i dont know what inspired me to write this from pangi's POV because i dont really watch him outside of ros.... if i got his mannerisms wrong, im sorry

The tiled floor and wooden cabinets of the castle's kitchen were cold against Pangi's scales. The cold was really the only thing keeping him present, and a deep part of him despised it.

He dragged his eyes up from where he had been staring at a red stain (it wasn't blood, blood dried brown, but his heart thudded in his chest all the same) to look at Ros, desperately trying to ignore the red figure right behind her.

Pangi had found Ros in the kitchen, having tracked her down after noticing the absence of purple. She was leaning heavily against the counter, not quite falling over, with an open bottle of fruity wine in her hand. She wasn't absolutely wasted, not yet, but she was certainly on her way there.

She had looked at Pangi, her eyes wet, and asked him if she could complain to him.

Pangi was... trying, at this whole "being genuine friends with Ros" thing. It was hard, after Pili had burnt him so deeply; he didn't really remember how to be a friend.

But what he was good at was listening in on gossip, and if his love of messy chisme helped Ros get out all her woes, then no one could fault him for it.

And, Void, he knew Ros had issues, with all her violent and sacrificial tendencies and what he had heard Pili yell at her about her self-worth issues, but...

She went on, and on, and on. How she tried to make everyone happy, and how it never seemed to make her happy. Everything with Owen, which he had to shove down his old feelings of triumph about, which now felt sickening. Being Queen while Foolish was dead, and how Red and Green had hunted her every day, and how she didn't fault Pangi for it anymore, but it still scared her, even now.

It was when she finally started talking about Pili and everything he did, did Pangi ask for the half-empty bottle, and joined her in her drowning.

Halfway through whatever this was, with Pangi sobbing over his dead best friend who came back but didn't truly, and Ros sobbing over her twice-over murderer who made her angry and scared and confused, did Clown walk in.

It was an interesting experience, for Pangi's heart and soul, to be near-yelling about how Pili had died, and then for Pili's murderer to walk in the room.

All at once, he was slammed with this nauseous feeling of rage-terror-grief, spurred on by dulled memories of past lives and the haze of alcohol. For a moment, his mind screamed to just attack Clown right then and there, but the last remaining vestiges of his preservation instinct held him back.

That and... it would probably upset Ros. It was strange, how something like that mattered to him now.

Clown had just stared back at Pangi and, to his surprise, silently walked over to where Ros sat on the floor, and dropped down behind her, leaning against her back.

That's where they were now. With Ros still on a mad rant about Pili, and Pangi was trying to pay attention, trying to be a good friend, but it was getting harder and harder with a certain jester in the room.

Clown was entirely still. This alone set off every alarm bell in his head. A still, dead-silent Clown was a Clown that was planning to strike when you least expected it, and it nearly made Pangi ready his end crystals in his hotbar.

But the longer he sat here, the more he realized that wasn't all. Clown was still and silent, but he was relaxed. His posture loose, all of his weight supported against Ros. The archmage had an arm wrapped around the architect, something that normally would send the shocking fear of being grappled into anyone, but Ros had simply gotten hold of Clown's other arm, the grip being reciprocated.

For that matter, Ros was confusing too. Her hold on Clown tightened as she got more and more emotional in her ranting, until her knuckles turned white and her nails dug into the dark fabric of Clown's sleeve, like Lifesteal's deadliest player was just her emotional support stressball.

He would've expected Clown to protest in any way, but the only acknowledgment the jester gave was a soft, mumbled hum and his head lolling against Ros' shoulder, and that's the moment Pangi finally realizes,

Wait, is he also wasted?

He really didn't expect Clown to lower his guard at an event like this enough to get drunk, even if it was hosted by Ros. He also didn't expect Clown to be okay with showing off this much softness in the presence of someone like Pangi. He knew Ros and Clown were friends, by Ros' own admission, but he didn't know...

(It reminds him of Pili, and his gut churns. Days and nights spent deep underground, laying against each other and the potion machine. The sound of turtle eggs hatching and the feeling of Pili's soft fur against his scales. Sometimes, only when he's just moments from sleep, he would feel a soft, wispy caress on his head, and he felt safe.) (He felt safe with his best friend by his side, and a dark specter keeping watch over them.) (He wonders how Ros feels about getting both in just one person.)

He reaches for the bottle between him and Ros again. There's smudged purple lipstick on the rim. He doesn't care, hasn't cared about anything since Pili died, and takes another swig.

[bbbirdart]

(^v^) Churro chirp! My full render of Lighter from Zenless Zone Zero! (>v<) The Sons of Calydon are so COOL~!🔥🔥🔥

[brahmsthirdracket]

inspired by ekky and his snoopy: a little baby sharks fic 🦥

The Sharks media team have let them loose with half-a-dozen rolls of quarters and a camera guy trailing them round.

As media goes, it’s not too bad - they both love any kind of game, no matter how dumb, and they’re so competitive they end up getting way too into everything, which apparently is what the fans love. If Mack can’t be playing hockey, then beating Will at the coconut shie by the pier is a pretty good consolation. At least no one’s asking him questions.

It’s nice to see Will so relaxed too, throwing his head back to laugh at Mack’s terrible rifle shot, his perfect teeth bright in the fairground lights. It’s busy, and after a while they manage to accidentally-on-purpose lose their social media handlers in the crowd. They wander, aimless and contented, through the stalls, passing a churro back and forth now there’s no one to confiscate any contraband.

“Oh hey,” says Mack, stopping in front of a stall garlanded with stuffed sloths. He reaches out, strokes a gentle finger over one of their weird little faces. “I used to have one just like that when I was a kid. He was like, my favourite thing.”

“Yeah?” says Will, taking advantage of Mack’s distraction to swallow the last of the churro.

“Yeah, Slothy, I think he was called. My dad tossed him out after I got benched in some Midget game.” He grins and turns to Will, expecting some chirp about naming a sloth Slothy. But Will’s staring at him.

“What? He, like, threw it away?”

“Well, yeah,” says Mack, “But I was probably like, seven? So not like it wasn’t time anyway.” He bumps Will’s shoulder companionably to try and smooth out that unhappy furrow between his eyes that Mack hates. It doesn’t work.

“Jesus fuck, Mack.”

Mack’s frowning now, starting to feel actually upset, which is dumb. “It’s not a big deal, dude.” Will opens his mouth, as if to argue but Mack spies the Sharks camera guy craning his neck through the crowd and elbows him. “C’mon.”

Will doesn’t look convinced but lets Mack steer them over to the hoops stand anyway. He’s quiet, doesn’t even demand a rematch when Mack smokes him at tiny basketball and barely acknowledges a dachshund dressed like a hot dog. Mack glances at him all the way back to the car park, trying to catch his eye long enough to pull stupid faces but Will barely notices.

“Hey, sorry, think I forgot something,” Will says, when they’re almost at the car. “Here.” He fishes his keys out of his sweatshirt pocket and tosses them at Mack.

“Dude, what?” Mack starts, but Will’s already heading back towards the fair.

“I’ll be quick!” he shouts over his shoulder, breaking into a jog. Will never jogs. Mack stares after him, trying to shake the feeling that he’s missed something here but not quite managing it. He sighs and clambers into the car, resigned to actually answering that email from his agent and texting his dad back, earlier happiness vanishing like bubbles.

***

When Mack steps out of the bathroom, damp from his shower, Will’s exactly where Mack left him: slumped in bed on his phone. But he’s not alone. There’s a stuffed sloth sitting upright in the opposite bed, it’s long furry arms holding Mack’s sleep shorts and t-shirt.

Mack stares at it, then at Will scrolling TikTok. He picks it up. It’s very soft, softer than Slothy was at the end, because he went everywhere, but the button eyes and little sloth-hands are just the same. Its smell is different though, like Will’s detergent - like the Marleau’s detergent, Mack mentally corrects, because Will doesn’t know how to work a washing machine - like maybe it travelled in his suitcase, folded between his clothes. He strokes a hand over its belly, along its arms.

“Will, I-” he breaks off around the sudden lump in his throat, and stares down at his sloth in his hands, unsure what to say.

“It’s not a big deal, dude.” Will parrots Mack’s own words back at him, but he’s clicking off his phone, and rolling over towards Mack, smiling at him, warm and teasing. “Ekky’s already ruined our street cred. You can have a little buddy too.”

Mack nods, risking a watery glance in Will’s direction. “Thanks man.”

He doesn’t put the sloth down when he pulls on his pajamas; has to swap hands so he can tug his t-shirt over his head. When he shuffles over Will takes it gently out of his hands and makes it pat the bed next to him.

“Did you win it for me? At the fair?” Mack whispers, sliding in under the thick comforter and pulling a pillow under his cheek.

“I tried.” Will grins and tucks the sloth in against Mack’s chest. Mack’s arms immediately come up around it, holding on tight. “I was worried that you’d come find me, kept flubbing the game - you had to knock all these little bananas down. And then I ran out of quarters.”

“That‘s ‘cause your hand-eye coordination goes to shit under pressure,” whispers Mack, shifting closer. There’s a warmth rising up from his toes, slowly filling his whole body. Will reaches over and tucks the blankets right up to his ears, then gives him a flick on the nose for good measure.

“So I offered him twenty bucks, which was all I had, but he said no, they can’t do that, so I told him that it’s for a guy I really like who lost one a long time ago.” He grins ruefully at Mack. “I think I’ve been watching too many romcoms.”

“Oh,” breathes Mack. He inches closer, emboldened, until they’re touching: foreheads, hands and knees. He wonders if Will can feel his heart thumping through the sloth. “Did it work?”

Will winds an arm around Mack and rolls them until Mack’s on top and the sloth is flattened between them. “Yeah,” he whispers, catching Mack’s smile with his own. “It did.”

[deathvisited]

aesthetics tag -- verity williams

rules: bold all the aesthetics that your muse relates to

side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neonsigns, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles.

side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents.

side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes.

side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums.

side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, stars, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-coloured leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses.

side f - the rebel

cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavoured bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings.

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies.

side h - the summer

tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones.

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colours, hair braids, soft sweaters, colourful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zen tangling, vintage cameras.

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colourful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower.

[alongfortheridenovel]

Prologue 

Busch

The sounds of birds chirping their morning song was the only sound that filled the air, apart from the soft sound of the wind floating through the trees. The golden light of the sun casted its yellow shadows over the park grounds, causing a comforting feeling. I trot through the park, my paws hitting the pavement with the ever so slight sound of my tail swishing on the ground. It was peaceful. Mornings are always my favorite. 

My name is Busch. I am the guardian, owner and protector of Busch Gardens located here in Virginia. This has been my home for 9 years now. I'm searching for Nessie. She's the representation of my greatest coaster yet: The Loch Ness Monster. Based on the fantastic mythical creature in Scotland, this coaster of mine has been such a great success.

I'm going to be honest- I'm enjoying the fame, really, and I think Nessie is, too. Since the guests loved The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie and I both figured that after a good 6 years, it was time for a new coaster. After a talk with her and some very careful planning, it was built and created.

The Big Bad Wolf.

I head under the entrance sign to The Loch Ness Monster, glancing around and searching for my friend. She's probably sleeping. My mind thinks.  I prick my ears in hopes of catching the sounds of her soft breathing. Sure enough, I hear the quiet snores of Nessie herself. The little green cat is asleep in a nearby patch of woods, curled up in a neat ball of yellow and green fur. 

The lighter green fins on her back stick straight up light a weapon. When will we ever need to fight? I ask myself. I sigh and shake my head. Get it together, Busch. I walk over and gently prod the sleeping Nessie with my paw. She moves slightly and slowly but surely opens her sleepy yellow eyes. 

“..morning.” I purr. “Are you ready for today?” I ask softly. Nessie lifts her head and her jaws open in a yawn. “Oh!..right.” She gets up and stretches, shaking her pelt. “Wolf is here, isn't he?” She asks me. Her eyes shine, and I nod excitedly. “Yes, yes he is.” I reply. “If I'm not mistaken, he's waiting for us in Oktoberfest.” I explain.

That gets Nessie up and moving. She immediately bounds forward until I reach with my mouth and snatch her tail. I have to do it sideways so her fins won't prick the roof of my mouth. She yelps and stumbles backwards, casting an annoyed look at me. “Seriously?” She asks. I nod. “Ness, maybe let's not go up to Wolf and act like we've just consumed about 20 churros, okay?” I sigh, trying to sound as nice as possible. I don't want her to think I'm angry at her. Nessie takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay.” She answers. “Let’s go.” She walks off, keeping a steady pace this time. I follow beside her. “So,” I start. “Are you excited to have another fellow coaster in the park? I know it's been..quite a long time since you first came here.” I meow. 

Surprisingly, Nessie lets out a shaky breath. I didn't realize how nervous she’d be. “I am, really. Do..do you think he’ll like it here?” She asks me. Her yellow eyes burn into mine, and I stop walking. I take her paws into my own while I sit on my hindlegs. “Look, Wolf is here for a reason. He’ll love it here, I promise.” I press my nose to her forehead, and she lets out a slight purr. “Okay.” She breathes. “Let's go meet him.” She grins.

Chapter 1

[babii-demi-demon]

Ragdoll babiiBTW?

Phancii

♡》playful and curious (has an active and mischievous side. She loves to explore, investigate, and engage in playful antics, always getting into things and having fun)

♡》cheeky and adventurous (not afraid to take risks, play with new toys, or explore unfamiliar places. She embraces her playful and slightly rebellious nature)

♡》quick movements and pouncing

♡》vocal and expressive (playful meows, chirps, and soft purrs to communicate)

♡》active and agile (she loves climbing, jumping, and crawling through obstacles)

♡》playfully defiant (while she loves affection, she also has a stubborn, independent streak. Sometimes, she likes playing hard-to-get, hiding or running away, before coming back for cuddles)

♡》likes being the centre of attention

♡》fidgety and easily distracted

♡》silly and fun-loving

Favourite Foods:

♡》tuna sandwiches with cheese melted in

♡》paw print pizza bites

♡》purr-fect popcorn (lightly buttered popcorn in small bowls)

♡》kitten-themed cupcakes

♡》fruity milk smoothies (blended fruit smoothies with milk, served in playful kitten-themed cups with fun straws)

♡》"chicken" nuggets with dipping sauces

♡》chocolate cat paw cookies

♡》kitten chow (a mix of nuts, pretzels, and chocolate candies)

♡》mac and cheese bites

♡》chocolate mousse "kitten whiskers" (a light, fluffy chocolate mousse served with chocolate sprinkles that resemble kitten whiskers)

♡》popcorn "mouse treats" (popcorn with bits of chocolate and/or caramel drizzle, served as if they were tiny mouse treats for a mischievous kitten to pounce on)

♡》strawberry yoghurt with paw print granola

♡》kitten "milk" bars (sweet, soft cereal bars filled with milk-flavored filling)

♡》kitten tail churros (soft churros shaped like kitten tails, dusted with cinnamon sugar)

♡》creamy fruit popsicles

Likes:

♡》climbing and exploring

♡》batting at toys on strings

♡》pouncing on soft objects

♡》playing hide-and-seek

♡》roughhousing with Daddii or stuffiis

♡》rolling around playfully

♡》playfully biting or chewing soft toys

♡》climbing on Daddii

♡》quick, short naps

♡》playfully swatting at toys

♡》tugging on ribbons

♡》spontaneous pouncing

♡》Running

♡》climbing into boxes

♡》peek-a-boo

♡》bouncing on soft surfaces

♡》napping in unusual places

Dislikes/Fears:

♡》being restrained or held too long

♡》overly quiet or still environments

♡》bright, harsh lights

♡》being ignored

♡》being startled by loud noises

♡》sudden loud claps or bangs

♡》being left out of play

Activities:

♡》chasing feather toys

♡》running through play tunnels

♡》jumping on plush pillows

♡》play wrestling with Daddii or stuffiis

♡》playing with bell balls

♡》chasing shadows

♡》exploring new territory

♡》climbing

♡》playing tug-of-war with ribbons

♡》hide-and-pounce

♡》chasing laser lights

♡》batting at suspended ribbons

♡》building pillow forts

♡》tug-of-war with soft toys

♡》pouncing on Daddii's feet

♡》chasing after moving objects

♡》hunting for treats

♡》playing with feather toys on strings

♡》jumping between cushions

♡》chasing light reflections

♡》batting soft balls across the floor

♡》tunneling through play tubes

♡》playing “catch the tail”

♡》building play forts

♡》racing against a laser pointer

♡》chasing after rolling balls

♡》batting at balloons or bubbles

♡》playing with sensory toys

♡》building forts from cushions

♡》pouncing on moving targets

Sensory and Comfort Items:

♡》soft, fuzzy paw gloves

♡》weighted lap kitten

♡》paw print climbing mat

♡》glow-in-the-dark feather wand

♡》plush kitten ears headband

♡》scented kitten stuffiis

♡》kitten-themed chewable necklace

♡》interactive play tunnel with bells

♡》glow-in-the-dark kitten night light

♡》sensory play tunnel with bells

♡》weighted lap pillow with paw print design

♡》fluffy kitten paws mittens

♡》glow-in-the-dark kitten nightlight

♡》 kitten paw heating pad

♡》plush kitten paw seat cushion

Wishlist:

♡》interactive toy ball with lights

♡》plush kitten tail belt

♡》kitten-themed play tent

♡》feather wand with bells

♡》soft litten ear headphones

♡》climbing and crawling tunnel set

♡》interactive sensory play mat

♡》plush litten-themed pjs

♡》plush kitten ears hoodie

♡》interactive laser pointer toy

♡》plush kitten onesie with padded feet

♡》kitten paw finger puppets

♡》kitten-themed water bottle with straw

♡》paw-print soft sensory play blocks

[karikitdemonrp]

Kari looked up at Hawks and gave a bitter sweet smile, trying to hide the pain she felt when Hawks brought up her family. "I... don't tink it'll happen dat way. So much happened tree years ago... I don't tink I'll ever see dem again." She let out a soft chirp, clearly upset. But she shook it off and smiled. "But if you tink so den I'll try my best to tink so too and help!" The child lied. She knew what happened. She knew better. She was there after all, she saw everything. "Should I get ready to go since we had dose churros now? I don't wanna make you late to work or something." Kari asked, trying to change the subject from seeing her family. It was a topic that hurt too much right now. Hawks would have to get this information else where that is for sure.

Hawks looked at her. "Too familiar? I could call you pancake or iced latte if you prefer. Maybe Lime and Black Pepper? And then there is all the chicken options. Chicken Wing, Chicken Nuggets..."

[the-dragon-invasion-is-near]

abdnsnsnne school is so tiring

[violetren]

When I started baking soft pretzels at quarter to ten at night I really didn't take rising and resting and boiling times into account. It's all gonna be worth it in about 12 more minutes when they're finally done though.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

immediately after entering the grand front entrance of wayne manor, anyone who chose to visit would be beholden to two massive curved staircases leading to the upper levels. they framed a small hearth nestled proudly between them and upon the mantle rested an extraordinary portrait of thomas and martha wayne, and above that was the wayne family crest. it gave the overall impression to anyone who dared enter that they should be properly cowed becaue waynes were vicious, powerful, and hedo-fucking-nistic.

of course, clark himself had always felt a sense of fond indulgence upon entering wayne manor, because usually he took about three steps into the house before a shrill cry of glee ruptured the air, and he was faced with a hurdle of energy in the body of a sixty-pound boy sliding halfway down the staircase before throwing himself in the air.

"catch me!" dick would always shout.

and clark, whether lunging to tuck him securely in his arms, floating upwards so he could latch onto his back, or simply letting dick fling himself onto clark like a koala, would never fail to catch him.

---

in hindsight, perhaps clark's good-natured teasing about little birds leaving the nest early had been a bit too on the mark. then again, the titans were in new york, only a little over 200 miles from gotham. bruce was sulking and growling and staring wistfully out of a window like dick had decided to move halfway across the globe and told bruce he'd never return. in truth, it was more like a rather dangerous month-long summer camp, a perfectly normal experience for most fifteen-year-olds, as clark readily assured bruce.

and it wasn't like the justice league wasn't allowed to visit. the titans—robin included—grew a tad snappish whenever one of the league showed up during a mission to either provide backup, support, or supervision, which superman understood. but as clark, overlarge glasses and trucker cap and all, dick welcomed the company.

"i think it's going pretty well, uncle clark!" dick said, grinning up at clark. his domino was on, and the tactical leggings under his hoodie suggested he was mostly suited-up, but his stance was lax.

"glad to hear it," clark said. "didn't have a single doubt." the two of them swung their feet over the edge of the skyscraper, and as dick systematically devoured an entire bagful of churros, clark tilted his chin up towards the clouds, resplendent, reveling in the wind.

"you should see our reports filing," dick boasted. "vic and i took b's reports system, combined it with the jl system, and made a couple improvements of our own. it's a thing of beauty, supes."

"i'm sure it is," clark chuckled, tickled pink by the childish flush on dick's cheeks, eager as hell to share his achievements. and the thing was, clark believed dick, one-hundred-percent. sure, he was a little excitable and moody at times, but he was brilliant, and so was his team. clark had little doubt dick and the titans had already come up with something revolutionary, and if he knew his best friend at all, bruce would integrate it into his own systems, spilling at the seams with pride.

dick, chirping sun that he was, kept talking. "and i know something b was most worried about was my training, but we came up with a training schedule together, and we really are getting better!" a quick brush of his hands sent crumbs flying down the side of the building, and dick jumped to a crouch on the ledge. "i'll have a couple tricks that'll put b in the ground next time i see him."

"i'm, uh, pretty certain of that," clark said, eyeing the ledge dick was balancing. he knew dick's balance was better than his own, but the wind was whistling and the fall was plunging. "but—"

"i'll give you a sneak peek," dick grinned, lustrous, a velveteen jacket, a fucking riot. then, he dived off the edge of the building, already reaching for the grapple tucked in his belt. "catch me if you can!"

clark, tugging his cap off and his buttoned shirt open to reveal the suit beneath, couldn't have done anything but followed.

---

gotham was always appropriately dramatic, a frankenstein's monster of a city, always ripping lightning out of the air, always turning the darkness into bared canines and fear. bludhaven, though? was just dull. smog smothered the air in endless monotony, indistinguishable from flotsam roofs and old shipping depots.

though that wasn't all there was, despite a first glance. the sun rose slowly over the water, light skittering over the waves and sparkling ever-so-slightly. stickers clung resolutely concrete and brick, spray paint swooping along the sides of buildings all bold and beautiful, a chorus in aluminum paint and air. planters hanging off balconies, children reaching up to ring the bus bell, a battered newsletter for a trash clean-up along the docks, this—this was blüdhaven as dick saw it, this was coaxed him into staying.

"it's beautiful in the mornings," clark said, gently touching down next to dick, careful to land perfectly on the ledge, careful not to upset dick's balance. it was still there, like it always was, but it was looking....precarious.

dick hummed, scooting over in an invitation for clark to join him. his legs were still, toes pointed towards the lapping waves. "it is, isn't it?" dick murmured. "sometimes, when the sun hits the water just right as it comes up, it turns everything rosy and pink."

"sounds beautiful," clark said.

"it was pink today, a couple minutes ago. you missed it."

shifting a little closer to dick, clark settled into a tense sitting position. "sorry i missed it," clark apologized, "but i'm here now."

at that, dick huffed out an incredulous laugh. "jesus, uncle clark, don't be dramatic," the words came out a tinge mocking, but there was sincerity threaded all through clark's name, just as there had always been. "i'm fine."

"dick," clark said carefully. "you're sitting on the top of a bridge, and the only thing under you is the blüdhaven harbour."

dick sighed, and repeated, "i'm fine. not gonna jump. just thinking."

"you maybe wanna think a little closer to home?"

"i don't have a home anymore," dick mumbled, tucking his legs close to his chest. "my apartment was—the whole building was destroyed. everyone in there, they....." he cut himself off at his voice's first waver.

clark felt something inside him crumble, the dried edges of a flower falling apart. "dick...." he said softly. "fuck. come to my house, stay as long as you need—"

"no, it's fine," dick interrupted. "there's somewhere i need to go. someone who's, uh, waiting, i think. for me."

clark said nothing, the ache in his chest pounding ever-louder. dick was curled up, defensive, hurt. something had happened, something that clashed with dick's apartment burning in the worst sort of way.

"besides," dick said, finally looking up and offering clark a weak, watered-down version of his usual grin. "if i fall, you'll catch me, right?"

"always," clark responded, instantly, readily, truthfully. but watching the sun throw highlights on dick's hair, he was left wondering if dick had already toppled down.

---

clark would never say it aloud, but he'd admitted it to himself a while ago: bruce was right. motorcycles really were cool.

having dick behind him was strange, his reduced strength having to work overtime to adjust the bike to the extra weight. all the same, he felt safer with dick at his back, probably safer than he'd ever felt since his life collapsed into shambles. (not since lois had—purple shadows and heavy lids and clark's clench-jawed heartbreak, pained, so fucking pained—not since lois.)

clark had watched dick grow from a bobbing, flickering, undying flame in the depths of gotham to someone incandescent, and though he knew he'd never look at dick with the same pride and torn-lipped love that bruce did, that was still, in some ways, his kid too. the amount of people clark trusted as much as dick were possibly, waveringly few.

now, the motorcycle (lana the third) eating up pavement with a rip-roaring vengeance, the two of them staring down a wild-eyed desmond with nothing but a well-full of determination and a half baked plan, dick asked, "you trust me?"

clark, without a second thought, said, "of course. i know you'll catch me."

and dick grinned, feckless and wild, before diving straight over desmond's head. clark waited until a second before collision, then followed, jumping up with as much force as he could muster. the motorcycle (god rest lana the third in peace) crashed into desmond, a crumpled heap of fire and scarring metal.

dick, whose timing and aim were perfect as always, had swung up onto a traffic pole. "time to fly, superman," he said, catching clark securely with his thighs before swinging upward and throwing him into the air. "up, up, and all that!"

with the added boost, clark leapt cleanly over the remaining wreckage before turning into a landing, arms out and ready to catch dick as he vaulted into the air.

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dick grayson week 2022, day 4: "catch me"

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grayson annual #2 goddamn. also, trucker hat clark supremacy who's with me

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[askcoffeeanon]

Hi Scy!

[Churro chirps happily, completely oblivious to these two's antics. Or the fact that she's being flirted with.]

Do the hand kiss. Classic

//previous: https://www.tumblr.com/askcoffeeanon/720422623773917184/you-should-totally-say-youre-still-dizzy-so-he?source=share

[Theo smiles as he brings up Churro's hand and tenderly kisses the back of it. Then he looks back at the waitress with a cheery expression.]

We'd like a booth, please.

[churrobird]

hello rospierce nation. i bring you a headcanon/mini-fic:

clown did not realize that he was in love with ros until after the pili fight. he knew he cared for her, obviously. he knew he cared for her a lot more than he was ready to admit to himself, even. but he didnt realize the extent of his feelings until after his fight with pili.

when pili first killed ros, all he felt was cold anger. his apprentice, his friend, his ros was with no one at her side to defend her. clown wasn't there to defend her. he wanted revenge in her name. he wanted his pound of flesh, and he wanted to serve it to her.

he fights pili. pili is wearing ros' chestplate. he wants to tear pili's throat out, because that doesn't belong to him, it was her's, it was the chestplate that clown made for ros. he fights pili, and pili bails. he stays with ros, consoling her, but the desire for pili's blood to coat his axe is too strong. he tries to track pili down. he fails. the want for revenge is overwhelming. he asks ros if bad was involved in her death, standing just inches behind the demon's exposed back. bad's life is only spared by ros' mercy. clown hopes bad is grateful, or he wont be so lucky when the time comes that ros doesn't hold clown back.

pili comes back. pili is wearing ros' helmet and leggings. clown wants his blood to run down the castle's steps, the ones ros built. he plays nice, shoving down the urge to kill as pili coos and fawns and plays cute, like he didn't just kill clown's best friend. pili grapples ros, and clown jumps him, chasing him as he chases ros.

pili escapes once more, and clown leaves, just for a moment.

pili kills ros again.

this time, there is no cold, quiet anger. this is a boiling, incandescent rage. he is going to bury pili so deep in the ground, no one will ever find him. he will tear pili limb from limb. there will be no mercy for those who hurt ros, who think they can get away with it as soon as clown has his back turned.

the bloodthirsty rage bubbles inside of him until the duel arrives. he trains with ros, for ros, and though she is a balm to his very soul, he sees her single, ephemeral life and the refusal to let her go keeps him training for nine hours straight. she stays with him the entire time. the anger is only paused every single time she scares the hell out of him every time she doesnt eat or check her armor.

the duel arrives. pili is nearly an hour late. clown hopes he's scared. clown hopes he's desperately trying to come up with a last-minute plan to somehow scrape by a win. clown hopes he knows its futile.

they fight. pili lasts longer than clown expected him to, and he can respect that. ros watches the entire time, quiet, unlike the crowd around her. there's a worried furrow in her brow that clown wishes he could brush away. he'll do it later, once this is over. he thinks she wouldnt mind him smearing pili's blood on her face.

(she's worried for him. had anyone ever been worried for minecraft's deadliest assassin in a fight? from anyone else, it would be an insult to his skill, but from ros...

his heart pounds in his chest, and it might not just be the adrenaline.)

clown wins. he brings his axe down on pili's chest, silent as pili screams out his final challenge and goodbye. ros runs, and clown can do nothing but run after her. they go through the portal together, stepping out into the bright day, the sun reflecting off of the roof of the architect's castle.

ros wastes no time in showering him with praise. she rambles, expressing how happy that she is that pili's gone, how everything seems to finally be over.

for the first time in days, clown's head is clear. he's still buzzing with the adrenaline from a good fight, he feels the incoming lead-like exhaustion from a long fight, but the rage is gone. ros was avenged, and clown's bloodlust purrs in satisfaction, slinking back into the tall grass of his mind.

clown looks at ros, and in that moment, he realizes what he has done.

pili had asked for the duel, yes, but that wasn't all that it was to clown. the duel was a statement. a statement that declared that no one would hurt ros, or clown would wipe them off the server, just like he had promised so long ago. it was a declaration that to mess with ros was to mess with clown, and clown would repay any injustice towards her tenfold.

that rage, that overwhelming need to not just protect, but to declare his protection to the entire server, was familiar. that unyielding hunt, familiar from a life lived long ago, where he slaughtered his love's killer and screamed to the heavens that no one would mess with him.

soaked in her murderer's blood, clown finally realizes he's in love with ros.

[bbbirdart]

-ANTON IVANOV FANART!-

/(^v^)/ That's right! Fanart of Anton, a valued member of Belobog Heavy Industries! 🚧🏗️🔨💖

(0v<) Enjoy churro chirp!

[descendantofthesparrow]

What a steal - Harry Hook x reader - Ficlet

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Your eyes flickered between the hook laying only a few inches away from Harry’s arm and his face, your hand slowly crawling closer and closer to the metal weapon as he licked his lips clean of cinnamon sugar and beer.

In a flash, the curve of the hook was in your palm and you took off, giggling like mad as Harry stood and turned to yell after you, a fond smile on his churro-covered lips “When I catch ye, yer gonna regret tha’!”

You just laughed, spinning around as you waved his hook teasingly at him, the others within the Auradon fair crowd giggling at your little display “If! You catch me!” and with that you took off, bobbing and weaving between people and tables.

Harry downed the rest of his beer and wiped his mouth, before slamming the empty cup on the table and racing after you. Your laughter was like music to his ears as he got closer with each heart-pounding step, you looked back to check on him and squeaked at seeing his hand only inches away from your shirt collar. You hit the brakes and juked him, squealing as Harry tumbled over himself; he didn’t expect that!

“Cheater!” Harry yelled, quickly getting back up and going after you once again, one of the bands in the area playing joyfully as your chase continued. All too soon you felt a hand on your jacket bottom and you were tugged into your boyfriend's arms, giggling wildly as he wrestled you into submission and pressed his lips to your ear

“Ye are such a lil imp my love” he muttered, and you just laughed, keeping a tight grip on his hook as he tried to pry it from your fingers. “Give it” Harry hissed, chuckling as you kept trying to get out of his arms and keep the hook. “No! Shiny! Mine!” You cackled, kicking up and around as your fellow fair goers just smiled at your stupid yet cute display.

You squeaked as Harry picked you up with surprising ease, the hook hitting your gut as your arms automatically going around his neck as his hands cradled your legs and shoulders “Aye, but yer mine” Harry whispered, that devilish smirk on his lips as he made his way back to your table, were your friends were waiting, laughing away at your, ultimately failed, theft attempt.

“But! Good try love,” Harry chirped, kissing your cheek as you arrived back at your table, setting you on your feet and taking his hook back “Not good enough though” you pouted at him, narrowing your eyes as he sat down, grinning up at you with that stupid pretty face of his.

“One day, one day I will successfully steal that from you” you muttered, turning and sitting in Harry’s lap, stealing the last of his churros as he hummed, setting his hook down and cuddling into your neck, closing his eyes as your friends went back to the conversation they were having before you tried to steal Harry’s hook.

-end-

short but sweet~ got inspired by a tik tok comfort character prompt, i just had to~

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[deathvisited]

aesthetics tag -- sebastian morrow

rules: bold all the aesthetics that your muse relates to

side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neonsigns, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles.

side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents.

side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes.

side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums.

side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, stars, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-coloured leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses.

side f - the rebel

cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavoured bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings.

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies.

side h - the summer

tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones.

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colours, hair braids, soft sweaters, colourful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zen tangling, vintage cameras.

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colourful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Taco Tuesday with WD. They reconnected, but Reader still is very wary of the idea of dating alphas. They go out together and it is so much fun. Lots of mischief, friendly banter and tasty food. Reader sees how boys are affectionate to each other (and her) and how they are not afraid of PDA... Now suddenly she is not so opposed spending more time with her meatheads 😊

“You seem grumpy,” Steve quips at you, proud of himself and Bucky for finding a way to steal you away from the study lounge for something to eat, “what happened to your smile, sunshine?”

You’re crammed into a bench seat with Steve blocking you in, his wide and thick shoulders enhanced by the leather man jacket he’s wearing. The schools emblem is on the left hand rise with the little designation Q for quarterback is ensconced in bold lettering.

His name is etched into the back of the jacket in matching boldened letters. ROGERS is displayed proudly and you suppose Steve has rightfully earned the reputation of being primo meathead, but there’s something about him and Bucky that isn’t entirely…

Unsettling? No, it wasn’t unsettling.

Steve and Bucky had once been your best friends in daycare, you were inseparable and maybe that was the problem.

Their presence was not unsettling, but it had thrown you off.

“Beanie baby,” Bucky greeted you in cheerily almost as if he was chirping, something you didn’t think was even possible, “I got your favourite.”

“My favourite?” They decided as a mutual force against you that you needed to take a load off and get something to eat and having a like-mind, they’d dragged you to a taco place.

“You think I don’t remember?” Bucky sets the tray down with your orders, questioning you while reaching for Steve’s hand.

“Bucky-“

“Extra cheese, extra crispy with a side of guac, salsa and sour cream on the side. You like twice fried churros with caramel and chocolate, and a cup of cinnamon sugar in case they’re not coated enough.” He repeated your order with perfection and then leaned back against his chair in victory.

“Big whoop.” You murmured under your breath, first reaching for the cup of hibiscus tea Bucky ordered you. “You don’t know everything.”

“Steve, ya gonna let her talk to me that way?” Bucky leaned in and pursed his lips, pouting while Steve slapped his arm around your shoulders and ripped the top of your straw for you.

“And get another low blow from this cage fighter? You’re on your own.” Steve laughed under his breath and winked at you, faux wincing when you gently nudged him.

“Careful, omega bean.” He groaned dramatically and clutched his chest. “Nearly broke my ribs.”

“I’ll break something else.” You warned with a narrowing of your eyes. “Keep pushing me.”

“God, keeping pushing her Steve.” Bucky huffed, gulping down your scent like a starved man. “I loved the way that sounded.”

“Careful Buck, keep that up and you’re going to be laid out on your back.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Stevie?” Bucky purred and reached out to clutch his hand. “Cause its working.”

“Yeah? Is it?”

“You could cut the tension with a feather.” You cut them off, dipping one of the tortilla chips you had gotten with your fried burrito into the quest. “How do people stand to be around you?”

“Can’t speak for Bucky,” Steve leaned further into you and kissed your temple, “but I’m cute, I get by.”

“Meatheads,” you giggled and lightly bat him away, your walls slowly crumbling to your feet, “cocky meatheads.”

“Eat up, beanie.” Bucky beamed, getting satisfaction from watching you eat. “You deserve it.”