#coffee induced sibling

[autistic-lesbianism]

☆ Tumblr Family ☆

Siblings

@single-celled-autism My supportive big brother, always there for me <3 Tag -> #awesome big bro

@mod-coffee-is-here My most chaotic sibling, but I love em anyway Tag -> #coffee induced sibling

@bakugouxsomeonewriter My sister from day 1, has always been there for me the moment I met her, I will never stop loving her, not even when I’m dead Tag -> #my twin

@immortal-trackstar @eliza-mtf Dated for a bit but she’s my sister more than anything Tag -> #older sister eliza

🌮 anon Kinda found them and they haven’t left.. Tag -> #chaos sibling

@justakidnamednick Idk where the hell he came from.. Tag -> #younger brother nick

@thefrenchpressanonguy Another big brother, I just follow him around everywhere Tag -> #sleepling / #big brother idol

🌹 Anon I found them and kept them around, not letting them go Tag -> #sleepling / #flower sibling

FATHER

@darkstalkers-scroll THIS IS MY FATHER. I trust him a lot and I care for him deeply Tag -> #father dearest

My Kids

@stupidloafofbread My bread child, I love em Tag -> #bread child

@nicodibomb Idk how they got here, but I love em anyway Tag -> #bomb child

@yunfox00 My moth child, I love them dearly <3 Tag -> #moth child

@soul-of-justice--uty & @pikachufriend1000 These two seem like twins to me…also I adopted one and ended up adopting the other Tag -> #the twins / #twin 1 / #twin 2

@or3oartz My Jester child, he’s so silly sometimes Tag -> #jester child

Other Family

@glitchyk Their the sister of Yun, makes them somewhat an in law, I guess? #glitched in law

[togament]

umemiya is such a sweet big brother type of character i feel he's a BIG family man so imagine the sort of thoughts that would be thunk when he sees his s/o taking care of the younger furin members/children in general.. 👉👈 could be both nsfw and sfw too hehe

eeeee an ume ask! tysm anon. of course, i live to provide for the ume girlies too. him being a huge family guy is making me sweat a lil. hoooooo- 🥹

thinking about being fresh into a relationship with ume and him… realizing some things way too soon.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : breeding breeding BREEDING. breeder ballz ume. imagined sexual scenarios. general seggs.

NSFW under the cut. +18 stuff. MDNI, pookie. sowwie. you know the drill.

just like most nights, you and the Furin boys congregate to the Pothos Café.

also just like most nights, you find yourself standing over the first years’ table, playfully nagging at sakura for getting scratched up after you just patched him up good yesterday.

ume, being the absolute best boyfriend that he is, he doesn’t look on in jealousy. hell. he’s smiling so stupidly that hiragi spares him a glance and grins at him.

“take a picture it lasts longer,” hiragi teases, taking a sip from his black coffee, nudging ume out of his love induced stupor.

“can you blame me though? I mean, look at them,” he sighs wistfully, motioning to your table. hiragi follows his gaze.

you’re still there, fighting and giggling with a now red sakura, desperately trying to reach him to clean his wounds. it’s absolute chaos but seeing you getting along with the furin members and doting on them like your own siblings is only making ume fall for you even harder.

how his heart swoons at the thought of having you be a permanent fixture to his found family. how he wants to get married to you one day, to take care of a family of your own. “she’d be such a good mother to my kids,” he thinks. but before he realizes he was thinking out loud, he slowly turns to a smirking hiragi. “hm? say whatnow?” hiragi prods.

Pause.

‘she’d be such a good mother to my kids,’ he finally manages to think silently. he rotates that thought around in his mind like a puzzle, panicking inwardly. isn’t it a bit too soon to think of those things? right? I mean, you just got into a relationship with him after being friends for years — can’t be, right? to save face, he only chuckles, waving hiragi off with a limp hand.

“it’s a grown up thought. you wouldn’t get it.” he teases. but damn. just looking at you from across the café right now’s stirring a different type of feeling within him.

he finds you again in his thoughts that night in his room, your tight cunt is in the form of his fist. your name falling from his lips as he pumps on his length. his eyebrows are knit together so tightly, his eyes closed, imagining you laid out on his bed, pussy dripping with his cum. if he can’t have you the way he wants right now, he’ll just have to put his mind to work.

he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he slides in for the nth time that night in his thoughts, the wet squelch ever audible. he’s reaching you deeper in this position now, eager to shoot more of his load as close to your womb as possible — overload it, even. it spills, drips down onto his bedsheets but he doesn’t care.

“y-you’re gonna be such a great mother,” you hear him groan. you’re way too fucked out to respond while his eyes are raking down your naked form, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust. sweaty and panting, you reach down to rub at your clit and he bites back a moan at the added sensation. you’re tightening up around him. his fat breeder balls slap against your ass. it’s fucking amazing how endless his stamina is. you can only let out a weak whimper in response.

some days, he makes love to you so gently in his mind, taking his sweet time to bring you the pleasure you so deserve. pressing gentle kisses along your legs, your belly, your chest.

but lately, he’s been wanting to fold you over and fuck you senselessly, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. it’s downright nasty, rough—but can you blame him?

he needs to fucking breed you.

“gonna fill you up, baby. gonna put a baby in ya-“ he reaches down to cup your cheek in his hand. you instinctively lean into his touch and he swears his heart skips a beat. “y’want that? all plump with our kid inside of you. gonna look even more beautiful-“ he chuckles, ramming harder into you. his grip tightens around your leg, a pattern of crescents litter your soft flesh as he keeps a steady grip using it as leverage to fuck deeper.

you feel a tight coil in your belly, wanting to cum again on his thick, thick breeder cock. your fingers fly to the sheets below you, gripping so desperately with your head buried into the pillow beside you. moans and screams muffled by the saliva-soaked material.

“that’s right, sweetheart. cum. cum with me. f-fuuugh-!” a groan leaves your boyfriend’s lips as he feverishly rubs at your clit, bringing you to cum with him. a mixture of his juices and yours dribble down his balls and down your thighs, soaking the mattress further.

-

his toes curl and his back arches away from his bed as he pumps his cock desperately, your name escaping his lips unbidden in pants and whimpers. his cum squirts far, even reaching his cheek and his pillow.

“fuuuuck,” he whispers to himself, sitting up from his bed to wipe himself up, already dreading the clean up process.

but his doorknob turns with a gentle knock on his door.

you catch him looking like a deer in headlights, cock still in hand and cum smearing his uniform and cheek.

smirking, you step inside his room slowly, eyeing him down with a blush creeping up your neck.

“I’d be a ‘great mother’, huh?”

the door closes with a click behind you.

shit.

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

a/n: 😮‍💨 gotta love me some desperate ume.

[hyunjins3rdleg]

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Angst⛈️/🌩️; Fluff🧸; Smut/Suggestive🔥

FWB!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸⛈️🔥 (MDNI)

A late night text accidentally sent to one of the artist you’re working with leads to a half a year long agreement and Hyunjin wants more…

(fwb to lovers)(IdolxMusic Producer!Reader)

Before You Ruined My Outfit? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Han Jisung is your childhood best friend and his attempt at playing Cupid goes horribly wrong somehow thanks to Hyunjin…

Fix Your Face, Please! 🧸🌩️ (MDNI)

Hyunjin’s very vocal about how jealous & possessive he can get, and although it can get troublesome you find it kind of hot…

We Were On Break!! 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Your ex boyfriend, Hyunjin, has a hard time accepting the end of your relationship and is very persistent on getting back together…

Corporate Gang 🧸 (MDNI)

JYP Co. gets a new IT-Agent and you can’t help but gush about him to your favorite coworkers…

(Nerdy,shy!Hyunjin Series)

Take Your Friends Out ⛈️🧸 (pt.1 ) (MDNI)

Your boyfriend has stood you up 3x this month and you decide that you’re done with being second place. Of course he disagrees…

Don’t Say That To Me ⛈️ (pt 2.) (MDNI)

Months after you took Hyunjin back you have to face the tough reality of falling out of love with him and end things for good…

Stress Induced Fever 🧸 (SFW)

Your job has decided to transfer you to their USA branch for a year and Hyunjin is failing miserably at holding himself together before you leave…

Sad Nudes? 🧸 (MDNI)

You’ve had a shit day and Hyunjin tries his best to cheer you up thousands of miles away…

I Love You. Now Date Me! 🧸🌩️ (SFW)

Your bestfriend has been jokingly telling you he’s in love with you for years only for you to find out it’s not a joke…and oh yeah, he HATES your boyfriend…

Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️ (SFW)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

Safe,Loved,& Accepted ⛈️ (SFW)

Bang Chan has been making light of the nasty comments you’ve been getting online until you are put in a sticky situation and he’s worried sick a thousand of miles away…

Have You Always Been This Hot?? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Attempting to survive No Nut November with your best friend Chan brings forth feelings neither of you knew existed…and really good sex…

I Just Want To Help ⛈️ (SFW)

Your ex Hyunjin takes it upon himself to help you with financial difficulties after months of no contact, but he never expected you to fight him every step of the way…

Wanna See It Up Close? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You always jokingly try to convince your best friend to get laid and he jokingly tells you to take his virginity (except it’s not a joke)…

I Hate You. All Of You. 🌩️ (SFW)

A sneaky picture brings your relationship and trust crashing down and he refuses to let it all go over a stupid misunderstanding….

Keeping Secrets 🌩️ (SFW)

Felix’s antics leaves Hyunjin an over dramatic mess and it takes an entire week before he confronts you about the secret you’ve been hiding…

Is This A Trick Question? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

It’s not a secret that Hyunjin’s perusing you romantically, but despite returning his feelings your past relationship holds you back. Little did you know Hyunjin was just what you needed to try at love again…

Model!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸🔥(SFW/MDNI)

At the height of his career, Hwang Hyunjin goes down the road nearly every 24 year old with fame in the public eye does - sex, money, and rebellion. You accepted a job set up by his parents to get his reputation and career back on track, and you’ve known no peace since thanks to your very clingy (and unashamedly in love) client…

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[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Tim Drake Fics On A03

These are my list of Tim Drake fics on A03. It has everything. Angst, fluff, funny sibling relationship, family fluff, The core four etc... There are few TimKon fics thrown here and there too. Have fun.

Tim Drake (Doesn't) Drink Coffee by BabblingBookends

Every year, Tim goes on a caffeine detox for a month and has to deal with the resulting withdrawal symptoms. He doesn't tell the rest of the Bats about this, because, uh, reasons!

Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once

‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’

Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then-

‘Don’t tell Bruce.’

Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.

Play it Again by Jazz020

The manor feels too quiet without music. Tim and Damian bond over music.

Send to All by kerosceene

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

-

The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.

This is on of the most funniest batfam fic I have ever read.

four brothers, one crush, and absolutely zero brain cells to be found by Ms_Trickster

Tim: i need to know what’s the best way to a boy’s heart 

Damian: Easy. The best way to someone’s heart is through their ribcage. Everyone knows that. 

Damian: Come on Timothy, I expected better from you. 

Dick: I-

Dick: Try again

-

Tim is having boy troubles.

Tim goes to his brothers for help.

Tim...did not think that plan of action through.

(In which the batbros give Tim advice on relationships, told entirely through texts.)

Their sibiling relationship is too damn funny.

Home by sElkieNight60 

“Why didn't you call home?” the Red Hood is scolding him, bizarrely making his head spin with how unreal everything suddenly seems. “Why didn't you call Dad? You've been missing for three days and he is losing his mind―he thinks you've been kidnapped again―everyone has been pulling double runs all over the city trying to find you! You fucking disappeared! Seriously, Baby Bird, give us one good reason why we shouldn't drag your ass back home right now and have Dad bench you until the end of all days!?”

The two vigilantes are staring at him equal parts furious and equal parts relieved, but there must be some kind of mistake, because:

“Who is Tim?”

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date.”

Bloodlines by chibi_nightowl for exiled-one (mistralle)

“Mr. Drake, I can’t think of a better way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt. This file is for your first adoption. By the Drakes.” 

Tim blinked. “My what?” 

“You were adopted as a newborn by Jack and Janet Drake.” 

“Excuse me, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

No words. This fic is just mind blowing.

fill in the blanks by mindshelter

“You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?”

A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again.

Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?”

Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer.”

Road Rage Robin by heartslogos 

"I'd be doing humanity a favor." Tim grinds out, "And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I've done worse."

Only A03 users can read this fic

Liberal Usage of the Bro-Code by heartslogos for protagonistically (the_protagonist)

“You’re never going to guess who’s blood is on my shirt – similarly, this is not my shirt but these are my pants.”

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Here's a Reminder (That You Haven't Fallen Through the Cracks) by popsunner

If it’s a salesperson, he’ll shove them a hundred dollar tip and tell them to go away, if it’s some religious do gooder, he’ll direct them to Metropolis. If it’s a Rogue, he’ll tell them he’s busy and to please get in the fucking line. If it’s one of his siblings--

“Hey, Tim!” Dick says brightly, forearm braced against the doorframe.

Dammit.

i totally don't have amnesia by impravidus for odd_izzy

Based on this john mulaney bit: “I also think it's weird in movies when someone has amnesia and they wake up in the hospital. A lot of times they'll be surrounded by friends and family, but when they open their eyes they go "Who are you?" Because that's not how you act when you don't recognize somebody. That's very rude. It would be chaos out there if every time you saw someone you didn't recognize, you went, "Who are you?" I always try to be really polite in life, so like if I had amnesia, you'd never know it. I'd wake up and they'd be like "Hi John, we're so happy you're awake." And I'd just be like, "Oh, hey, man, how's it going?", "Oh, hey, dude, nice to see you again." because that's how you act when you can tell that someone recognizes you and you have no fucking clue who they are.”

Detective Timothy Drake and the Mysterious Case of the Unclaimed Dildo by JpegDotJpeg

Tim had a lot of experience with problem solving. Every goddamn day he was solving problems. There was no shortage of problems in Tim’s life. He’d learned how to deal with overbearing parents, underbearing parents, malfunctioning equipment, in-team conflict, lawsuits, emotional breakdowns, financial difficulty, broken ribs, ill-timed boners, and a whole host of other bizarre, anxiety-inducing, or life-threatening issues that plagued his existence.

None of them had prepared him for finding a dildo in the dishwasher.

I had so much fun reading this.

Little Overlooked Dreams by Lunette3002 for Marzue

Tim weighed his options. He was alone at night in some alleyway in Gotham. He had nothing except the clothes left on the ground by someone and the cloak wrapped around his skinny shoulders. His camera was nowhere in sight. His backpack was gone too.

He brought the device to his ear. “Hello?”

Whatever talking had been on the other end of the line immediately cut off at his hesitant greeting.

“Who is this?”

Family Photos by KelpieCodyne 

“I thought you quit your photo stalking?”

“In my defence, I never said I was quitting, and you never asked if I would,” Tim immediately counters. “So really, this is kind of on you.”

Just because Tim became a bat, doesn’t mean he stopped taking photos of bats. Several times Tim took photos of the batfamily, and one time they took photos of him.

One of my all time favorite fic. And only A03 users can read this fic too.

picture perfect memories by Fandom_Trash224 

“I… require assistance with something. I believe you are best-suited for it.”

Tim raises an eyebrow, but motions for the younger boy to enter his room. As Damian does, he slowly closes the door behind him, and Tim notices a small piece of what Tim assumes to be paper in Damian’s hand. Then, he realizes it’s not just a piece of paper: it’s a photo.

Damian approaches Tim, holding out the photo at arm’s length once he’s close enough to do so, saying, “I would like you to explain this photo to me.”

Tim glances down at it, and to both his surprise and mild horror, he recognizes the photo.

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Biphasic Reaction by renecdote

People may have allergic reactions all the time and be fine, but they can also die from them. He has a flash of sudden, morbid curiosity about what the exact statistics for fatal allergic reactions are.

Only A03 users can read this fic.

miles and miles (in their shoes) by JUBE514

Where is Damian? Why can’t he see anything clearly? Where is the little brat? Damian had been by him in the cave when everything had exploded, they had been arguing like always when the two of them had gotten the punishment to go clean the trophy room, stop yelling at each other, stop being at each other's throat for two minutes and go clean the goddamn trophy room-

They had been cleaning, got into another knock out drag out argument, and it had come so close to blows and they had been screaming more than cleaning and-

The stupid fucking shoe, in the magical section- exploded out-

--

Tim and Damian switch bodies, the two of them realize exactly why the other does the things they do.

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress by hitthedeck

Roses are red, violets are blue, Bruce Wayne and his kids get kidnapped every other week. Some things are just universal, undeniable facts of life.

Or, in which Bruce Wayne is still Batman and his kids are still Robins, but they keep letting themselves get kidnapped because they think it's funny.

Have You Seen My Kids!? by Cute_Bear

Five Times Bruce's kids interrupted him as Bruce Wayne and One Time they interrupted him as Batman with the Justice League.

This is not Tim - centric, but it has really nice batfam fluff.

ten cents richer by Ms_Trickster

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

That’s how the saying goes. Take enough punches from the universe and eventually it becomes harder and harder to pop back up, to see the worth in fighting back, to stop yourself from turning around and delivering some punches of your own.

Tim never wanted to become the villain—

“Appendicitis,” Tim breathed in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

—but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to burn the world to ashes when shit like this kept happening to him.

A Saturday Evening by malcyon

Jonathan shrugs, catches the expression still on Tim’s face. “We did throw out the cyanide.”

“Only because it expired.”

“Marty.”

“Well, it did.”

*****

Kon invites Tim over for dinner. Tim's not sure if he should have accepted that invitation.

unfurl by shipyrds

"Hey, Dick," Tim says. He's in costume, and fiddling with his gloves, but he doesn't remove his mask: nervous, and trying to hide it. "You've had sex with aliens, right?"

"I'm not going to like where this is going, am I?" Dick says, resigned.

"How did you deal with the whole. Junk situation," Tim says, in his best professional Mission Report voice. Its success is kind of undermined with how red his face is below the domino. — Tim asks some questions. Bruce and Clark come to some realizations.

The Conner Kent Conspiracy Board by Hayleythewriter

Tim figures out Kon’s feelings before Kon does.

His Baby by Musafir

Bruce once made Tim a promise that he would never break, just have to reaffirm later in life.

“Hi Tim. I’m Bruce and I am always going to be here for you.”

Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion.

When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn.

But most of all, Tim is alone.

(If you die and no-one is there to see it, were you ever alive in the first place?)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks 

What the comics neglected to cover after Bruce returns from being lost in time.

Only a03 users can read this fic.

charity by Valkirin for Ms_Trickster

The biggest downside of being adopted by Bruce Wayne is putting up with rich people events, including one where Jason will be in a room with a bunch of rich kids for a couple very long hours while Bruce goes to the adults' meeting. Jason is ready for a very bad time but the Drake kid listens to him from the start and keeps backing up Jason's ideas even though they've never met.

Jason warms up to Tim Drake long before Mad Hatter tries to take over the meeting and Tim backs him up again.

city of stars by lovelyre

College friends-to-lovers AU with Tim Drake.

This is Tim drake x Reader fic. Trust me its really good.

Tricks of the Trade by Jazz020

Jason and Damian learn about Tim's fool proof method of getting what he wants from Superman

Security Updates by Jazz020

Hal, Clark, and Barry find an unexpected guest playing with the watchtowers security.

Vacation at the Watchtower by Jazz020

A continuation of Security Updates

It may have been a mistake to let Tim stay at the Watchtower while he heals from his injury but the kid really needed to get away from his brothers.

“Wait, what if I go to the Watchtower with you.” “I don't think-” “It’ll be great. I'll even help out if you need me to. I'll be the best unpaid intern the Justice League has ever had.”

Birthdays by Jazz020

Bruce was always aware that Jack and Janet Drake were bad parents, but every once in a while they give him an unfortunate reminder.

Loss by Jazz020

Out of all of Tim’s self-destructive tendencies, it was his willingness to die for his loved ones that frightened Alfred most.

Sick by Jazz020

Tim’s never quite figured out the proper behavior for someone who’s sick. Instead of resting, he often makes his way to the Watchtower.

We Can Work It Out by blackash26, Tigrislupa

Damian endeavors to make up for his treatment of Drake and apologize properly; however, Drake refuses to forgive him no matter what he does. Tim does his best to deny, avoid, and ultimately deal with the fact that the demon brat has a crush on him of all people. (Pulling pigtails never felt like quite such an understatement.) Meanwhile, the rest of the family takes sides.

In all of this, there's only one thing everyone agrees on.

Don’t tell Dick.

Only A03 users can read this fic.

you'll never find a thing like today by remrose

"I'm just saying, I don't think I've ever been to one of these things that hasn't ended in explosions," Bart tells them, eyes on the crowds as he tugs at the ends of his cuffs.

To the Boy Who Called Yesterday by Shirokokuro

Bruce wonders when six-year-old Tim changed, when he shed that sad look he’s wearing now.

Or, perhaps, when he got so good at hiding it.

Cough syrup by Stardustwrites17

It’s the coldest night in the year. So of course Tim falls into the Gotham-fucking-harbor.

Featuring a worried dad, Tim's missing spleen, and of course, Tim battling with himself between being independent and letting himself be loved.

Chili dogs seasoned with tears by Robin_The_Robiner

Ever so slowly, Tim looked down at his plate. On it was a steaming chili dog, topped with fried onions and fresh parsley.

“Oh.” he whispered.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Taking the place of a beloved dead boy was difficult, but Tim managed to do a decent job. He's smart, confident, and put together, so he wasn't effected by their devastating grief at all.

Tim is also a dirty little liar when it comes to his mental health.

A Pile Of Pillows By The Couch by reinersbigtits

Tim has always hated getting sick. He hates the haze and the pain. But, when he finds out his family is sick he jumps in to help without a second thought. However, without a spleen, he's incredibly susceptible to the illness and quickly realizes just how much he's missed out on.

Or: Tim Drakes repressed trauma followed by worried family feels and lots of comfort.

stepping on landmines by Ms_Trickster

There is a scar curved around Drake's neck that Damian does not understand.

So he asks Todd.

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo

It starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

Stranger than Fiction by foxy_mulder

"There are details in this document that absolutely no one should know unless they have inside information on us. There’s hints that they know our patrol schedules and regularly keep tabs on us. I don't know who's behind this, or what they want with Batman, but tracking the writer needs to be a priority."

"And this document is… a fanfiction?"

_________

(Tim Drake writes Batman fanfiction. He doesn't expect Batman to actually find it.)

There are many many more fics which i will post later. Have fun reading

[utilitycaster]

oh PLEASE elaborate on your thoughts about why people say Brenann's hogging the spotlight after you're back from work 👀

This is actually a very long answer, because morning me is someone with the bright sun shining behind her and a full cup or four of coffee who does not think of the consequences of her actions, so it's below a cut.

I think the first reason is something best described as cultural but in a very specific way. Like...the bulk of actual players we talk about are people who have, just by default, spent a lot of time in a handful of cities in the US where there's a significant entertainment industry presence, and for D20 they've specifically been comedians. I say this to set a particular scene: I almost never get it when people think the cast of an actual play show is angry at each other, or that people are being too pushy or that the humor is off. I suspect this might be cultural; I am from the urban Northeastern US and my mom grew up in Los Angeles and I have three siblings, and so a lot of what people clock as aggression or unkindness reads to me as simply banter or straightforwardness or decisiveness, all of which I see as very positive things. I mean obviously there is a such thing as inappropriate humor, bigotry and jokes at the expense of other groups and so forth, but most of what I see in actual play I watch/listen to is just, as NADDPod puts it, taking your friends to the raspberry patch. It's good-humored teasing. Anyway I think Brennan is very willing to engage with that banter and that decisiveness (and like, he spent a lot of formative time in New York City which I'm sure is an influence) and I think that reads to people who are uncomfortable with it as aggression.

Someone who took more linguistic anthropology or sociology than I could probably explain this better but it's just like...as a person I find the rapid-fire and heated but good natured heckling on D20, or Sam's satirical ad reads, or bold moves in any D&D game, or the arguments on NADDPod D&D court to be very normal and enjoyable, and I find hesitation and hedging and uncertainty and "are you sure?" and endless check-ins to be very negative and anxiety-inducing and draining.

With that said I don't think Brennan is particularly egregious (Evan Kelmp is the one case where I think this is a valid criticism, but even then I didn't find him an ungenerous player, merely one who by design was going to occupy a certain position) so I think that brings me to the really delicate part of this conversation.

I've mentioned this in the past but I think a lot of the actual play fandom on Tumblr suffers pretty severely from what's been labeled "the soft bigotry of low expectations." I've been vocal quite specifically when it comes to misogyny and how the agency of the women of the cast is treated as true only when convenient, because I feel that as a woman I'm able to actually speak on those terms, but I think it's true across the board. Essentially, this means that the bar is (often unconsciously) set lower, or people overly applaud, to a perhaps even condescending degree, people from minority or underrepresented groups. It is not, to be clear, having DEI programs or helping people be in something (in this case...popular actual play) in the first place and acknowledging structural inequalities that might make the path more difficult; it's instead assuming that once they get there they'll never be quite as good, or being surprised when they are. I think the most classic example is the overuse of the word "eloquent" to describe Black speakers, as it often comes with this connotation that being well-spoken is something the person providing the compliment didn't expect. You know, if you're an adult with no significant cognitive or physical disabilities and someone compliments you for tying your shoes, it's pretty fucking insulting. That's what we're talking about here.

The way this manifests in the fandom is that there's really no room to provide criticisms that are not motivated by bigotry. I'm a critic by nature, and there's a general veneer of obnoxious insistence on positivity across the board in this and many fandoms, but, as I've said many times before (and to be fair it's getting better) the pushback people receive for completely valid criticisms of Marisha is intense. I've mentioned that I've had issues with story pacing for Brennan, Matt, and Aabria as DMs at different points, and the backlash for Aabria was the strongest even though the criticism was by no means the harshest. There is a certain degree of nonstop fawning that at times occurs that doesn't actually permit engaging with characters or discussing the actual strengths of the actors, and which often wraps around into something insulting; see the "Emily, breaker of DMs" nonsense that's finally getting called out. Because it's not a compliment! Part of why Emily is such a good player is that she is immensely collaborative and makes characters who will help with party composition, and she self-identifies as a big fan of DMs, and treating her (or like, anyone) as a perfect force of nature rather than a thinking person who makes decisions, some of which are good and some of which are bad, is not praise! It's not praise to exclude someone from valid criticism; it's treating them as lesser, to do so.

For a number of reasons I am a person who is not generally stopped by this, but a lot of people understandably aren't, or are deterred even by that more general need for nothing but praise...except constant praise starts to become meaningless, and more importantly, people sometimes have negative feelings about a show! Maybe a character they liked died, or their predictions didn't come true, or their ship didn't happen, or they're just not very interested in a specific plot. But it's impossible to actually pick apart what isn't working for them, because there's this environment where, if you start asking questions, the answer might be "I don't like the choice a player who is a woman, or nonwhite, or queer, made, and how it weighs upon the story." And so, and this is where I am treading so lightly, I don't think the issue in the fandom or TTRPG is "oh the poor straight white men in D&D", because that's obviously fucking ridiculous, but I do think that if you block off any criticism of anyone else, it lands somewhere, and it's often not actually justified.

The example I actually have in mind more often is Sam Riegel. I've made some pretty harsh criticism of Sam and some of his characters in the past, but it has always been very much about his choices. But every single time I've gotten some weird (and uh...very uncomfortable, frankly) venting about Sam's sense of humor. I have never really focused on his sense of humor as the problem. I like it. I find it extremely relatable. At the risk of using the bigotry script again, Sam is, in fact, of the same ethnicity and region of the US as I am (ie, northeast US Ashkenazi Jewish) and when people act like his humor is discomfiting it's like a neon sign that to me reads "I HAVE NEVER MET SOMEONE FROM YOUR CULTURE," which on the one hand, not necessarily their fault, but on the other, does not feel great to have someone on anon venting to you while this sign is staring you in the face.

But that is a different point - my point is that I feel like there's this...seething magma of discontent sometimes, that has built up because there is an attitude that criticism is to be avoided at nearly all costs. And when it must be vented, there are only a small handful of acceptable targets (ie, the cis straight white men, although among the CR and D20 casts, Taliesin and Zac both get a decent amount of this despite Taliesin not being straight and Zac not being white), so the criticisms that come out are often excessive for the infraction (Brennan, a famously wordy guy playing a literal college of eloquence bard, turns into "Brennan is a spotlight hog" despite him being a player who is enthusiastically yes-anding everyone at the table), flat-out misdirected (my criticisms of Sam's mechanics are treated as an invitation to talk about a dislike of Sam's jokes) or just straight up bile (I am quite frankly never forgetting the somehow popular post that said Travis was too stupid to play a druid; it really was a breaking point where I said oh this positivity is all fake as hell, huh.) And eventually these criticisms become the "safe" and "accepted" ones in the fandom. Which is also bad because like, at this point, those three examples are to me just signals of someone saying "I'm not happy but it might not necessarily be at all related to this." And it is possible that someone might genuinely not enjoy Sam's sense of humor, or think Brennan is hogging the spotlight (though I disagree), but I struggle to believe them because these are just the well-worn codes, devoid of their actual meaning. I also think it's notable these all squarely blame people and not just like, "I don't vibe with this choice and no one is specifically at fault" but that's also a whole other post.

This is of course not to say that there isn't also actual bigotry within the fandom; looking at that person who freaked out about Utkarsh wearing a sweatshirt and not having an encyclopedic knowledge of the divine soul sorcerer class, or the person who called Deni$e unpleasant and abusive in the main tag, rather than simply saying their characters were not for them. Nor does it mean that you can't have criticisms of Brennan, or any of the many white guys in Actual Play, because my point is that thoughtful criticism based on what's onscreen is what I live for, and no one is exempt. But I think most if not all people saying this about Brennan are mad about something else in the Ravening War.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Twelve: Capp (Uni)

"Man, I'm gonna miss this place... being a student."

Xander nodded thoughtfully at Hal's admission. "Even the exams?" they asked, chomping into their sandwich as elegantly as possible when cheese was oozing out of it.

Hal's eyes widened. "Oh, hell. No! No way." His eyes softened and he sighed. "Getting married is all I wanna do now. I can't wait." Xander could just about see the telltale angular Capp eyebrows relaxing into a more commonplace arch (Ariel had done that too when they went for coffee dates and ice skating and village walks in high school). The squishy lovey-doveyness of Hal was quite the turnaround from when Sandra had cheated and nearly blown up the engagement. Lucky for her, Xander was a good sibling with a knack for getting even the most furious wires uncrossed. Saving the family name, making the dean's list... it was all part of the parcel they carefully wrapped.

Desdemona hadn't joined the other two for dinner yet, as she was bidding uncle Cornwall farewell. He had visited to get a sense of Capulet House and know what to expect for Nathaniel. Of course, there was a high level of opulence for her cousin to look forward to, and Cornwall left satisfied Mission University would be an ideal institution for living and learning. The conversation got Desdemona thinking about what she wanted for her own children; a new desire that coincided with reaching junior year.

Seeing what Hal was looking forward to when he graduated was inspiring and a little bit envy-inducing.

[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Language, creepy stalker guy

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

---

You stepped out of the coffee shop and took a deep breath, shaking off the indignity of having to literally beg your boss not to fire you. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't too impressed that you'd missed almost a week of work without so much as a call but, luckily for you, since the event employers had to give employees more leeway with "stress-induced absences".

In any other circumstance you would’ve felt bad for exploiting new laws forged as a result of citywide trauma but, by this point, you were skirting dangerously close to the brink of a stress-induced breakdown, fuelled by stress-induced binge drinking and stress-induced inhalation of any high calorie food that was unlucky enough to cross your path. You needed to be cut some slack.

Days came and went. You woke up, rode the subway to work, tried to make the day pass as quickly as possible and then travelled home. Your evenings mostly consisted of sitting on the couch, crying and eating takeout; you'd most definitely overestimated how well you'd adjust to a sudden return to normal life.

One thing that did keep your mind occupied, however, was a new game that had replaced Siblings or Dating? You now spent your days playing Spot the Spy. Bucky had said that they'd send someone to keep an eye on you, and that you wouldn't notice their presence at all, but you weren't expecting them to hire an actual fucking ghost. Despite hours and hours of searching, you never once spotted someone who seemed to be watching you.

That was, until the night when the subway station by the coffee shop was closed. It was undergoing major works, just like everything else in the city, and the nearest alternative station was a fifteen minute walk away through some incredibly seedy side streets. You optimistically checked your banking app but quickly realised you couldn’t justify splashing out on a cab. That's what you get for ordering out every night for weeks.

You kept your headphones in your bag, turned the corner and hurried along as fast as you could move without running. It was only a short walk away, no problem.

You could only have been walking for a couple of minutes when you heard heavy footsteps behind you. Problem? You increased your pace to a jog and heard them do the same. Problem.

You started to run. Too scared to glance behind you and too short of breath to scream, it felt like your only option. Everything else just fell out of your head. You cursed yourself for being so caught off guard, after the amount of fucking self-defence classes you'd attended when you moved to the city, the amount of fucking money you'd spent to make sure every single bag you owned had a can of Mace insi-

The Mace. You pulled your bag off your shoulder and started frantically searching, not breaking stride as you did so. You were just a few short steps from the safety of the well-lit main street, fingertips about to grasp the small metal can, when a hand grabbed your shoulder and yanked you backwards. You were instantly knocked off your feet.

The shock of the impact winded you for a second but you still managed to push your feet against the ground and shove yourself backwards, away from the sinister silhouette back-lit by the streetlights. Your hand was still in the bottom of your bag. While straining your eyes through the darkness in a futile attempt to make out any of your attacker's features, you finally managed to grab hold of the spray, wrenching it out and pointing it towards them as confidently as you could.

You never got a chance to use it. Before the shadowy figure had even come close to being in range, they were intercepted, thrown violently against the crumbling brick wall by another indistinct body. You watched the two of them straining against each other for a few seconds, your whole body frozen in shock. The interceptor eventually landed a punch so hard that the crunching of broken teeth was clearly audible even from six feet away. As he did so, you saw the light from the street glinting off something silver, something metal.

You took that as a cue to scramble to your feet, the attacker going limp and slumping down against the wall. Jesus, there must've been a good chance he was actually dead.

You swallowed harshly and tried to speak but your voice was shaking, a faint whisper all that you could muster.

"Buck? How did you-"

"Are you hurt?" He sounded more pissed than concerned, throwing an accusatory look in your direction. You shook your head feebly. "The hell are you doing walking around here in the dark? What, you can’t look after yourself?"

A pathetically weak gesture towards the pepper spray still gripped in your palm did nothing to appease him. He marched over, grabbed it from your hand, removed the cap and detached the plastic safety tag that you didn’t even know was on there. Whoops. He just stared at you sternly for a second as you stood in front of him, shaking, holding back tears. You would’ve given anything in that moment for a kind word, for any kind of comfort, but you got nothing from him. He picked your bag up and started walking towards the main street.

"Come on."

Your legs were trembling but you just about managed to propel yourself forwards. As you passed the lifeless body sprawled on the floor you looked over, wincing at the blood weeping from his open mouth, but relieved when you saw that he was still breathing. You didn't care whether that piece of shit lived or died but you did care about whether or not Bucky had just straight up murdered someone in front of you. You really hoped that leaving him alive was intentional.

Your short-tempered saviour briskly walked you towards the subway stop, staying a few paces ahead of you the whole way. You would've yelled at him to slow down but the prospect of trying to make conversation with him after all that was more than you could handle.

He reached the top of the stairs leading down to the station and abruptly stopped, holding your bag out but intentionally avoiding looking directly at you. After taking it from him you waited for a second, but he didn't speak.

"So, is that it?"

You got no answer. Not a look, not even a nod.

You scoffed, shaking your head in frustration as you headed down the stairs. Maybe this was how it would work now, you had no choice but to stay away and try to heal but he was allowed to just dive back into your life whenever he saw fit and make you feel guilty for needing help.

The very least he could've done was send someone else to follow you around, at least then you wouldn't have to start trying to forget him all over again.

---

You were tired the next day. You’d barely slept, going over the events of the evening over and over again in your head. It happened so fast that you’d barely had a chance to process it but, as soon as you lay down in bed, it all hit you at once. Once the floodgates opened they were almost impossible to shut off.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the shiny metal of the coffee machine and sighed at how red and puffy your eyes looked. This was just your default appearance now. Moving over to the window, you scanned your eyes up and down the street in search of your invisible escort. You figured that, now you knew who you were looking for, he'd be easier to spot. You were wrong. For the whole day, every time you got a free second, you were back in that spot. There was no sign of him anywhere.

The clock eventually ticked over to closing time, so you locked yourself in and started cleaning up. Another thing that had been playing your mind all day was how the hell you were going to get home. Your subway station was going to be closed for the rest of the week but you were convinced that, if you attempted to walk to the other one on your own again, Bucky would drop out of a tree, bundle you into a burlap sack and try to drown you in the river.

You checked the tip jar. There were four dollars in there, barely enough for a cab ride to the end of the block. Eventually you just said fuck it, you had no choice other than to just start walking and accept whatever punishment that would afford you.

As you stepped outside and locked the door behind you, you noticed a cab idling in front the shop. You ignored it, assuming it was for someone living in the apartment upstairs, and started to walk past. The driver spotted you, rolled down his window and shouted.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

He looked annoyed. "I’m the cab you ordered."

"I didn’t order a cab."

"Well, someone with your name at this address did."

"Must be someone upstairs."

"Not unless there's a coffee shop up there, too."

He was talking to you like you were a complete fucking idiot, so that was nice. You folded your arms defiantly.

"I don't have any mon-"

"It's prepaid, sweetheart."

You raised a suspicious eyebrow and asked him what destination address he'd been given, it was yours. Dropping your arms, you approached the window and leaned in slightly.

"Did I have a deeper voice and a Brooklyn accent on the phone, by any chance?"

"Now that you mention it, yeah."

"Great."

You rolled your eyes. After thoroughly checking all of the credentials displayed in the rear window, you pulled the door open and flopped down into the passenger seat.

"Jesus lady, it's just a cab ride," he fired up the engine, "the stakes aren't that high."

"You have no idea."

---

You kicked open the rickety door of your apartment and slammed it behind you, dropping your keys on the counter and abandoning your bag on the floor. It was lucky that you only lived a twenty minute drive away from the shop because, if you'd had to listen to that fucking driver complain about how his ex-wife maxed out his credit card and fucked his best friend for any longer, you would've exploded. You were so ready for a calm, quiet evening in front of the TV.

Rubbing your eyes, you flicked on the lights and wandered from the hallway into the living room. You almost had a heart attack when you saw Bucky sitting in your arm chair.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck?" Your hand shot up to your chest, heart racing. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?"

"No, you’re doing a pretty good job of that yourself."

"Huh?"

"You just get into a car with anyone who knows your name?"

Oh hell fucking no. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Had he seriously broken into your apartment to chew you out for taking a cab that he'd sent for you?

"What, you’re testing me now? What the hell is the matter with you?"

He launched himself to his feet. "What choice do I have? You keep putting yourself in danger, you expect me to just stand back and let it happen?"

"Yes, Bucky. That's what breakups are, okay? You're not supposed to keep fucking following me after telling me you don't want me around anymore."

"I never said that," he took a few steps towards you but you backed yourself up to the wall, "and I'm not following you, I told you we had to make sure you're safe."

"Someone else could've done it."

"I didn't trust anyone else."

"Whatever."

You were so exhausted. Resting your head back against the wall, you wiped your hands over your face, taking a deep breath and attempting to collect your thoughts. You were trying desperately to think of a way to continue this conversation without it devolving into more arguing, but you were coming up blank.

"For the record," you let your arms drop to your sides, "I only got in the cab because I figured there probably aren’t many Siberian Hydra agents with a thick Brooklyn accent."

"That's a stupid reason."

Yep, time to argue again.

"Look, if you’re just here to lay into me, you can kindly fuck off. I don’t need a babysitter."

"You sure about that? Do you even understand what the stakes are here?"

"Apparently not," you shrugged and gave him a sarcastic smile, "maybe you should explain it to me like I’m a fucking idiot."

"Don't be like that."

"Like what? I'm fine."

You could tell that your casual manner was pissing him off even more. He thought you weren’t taking this seriously, but you were, you were scared as hell. What he obviously didn't understand was that his condescension and patronising anger were just making the situation so much worse.

"I’m not being paranoid here, your life is in danger."

"You don’t say."

"Can you take this seriously?"

"I honestly don't know anymore but, at this point, if this is the alternative, I’ll take my chances with Hydra."

"You don’t know what you’re saying."

"Stop treating me like a fucking child." Now you were shouting. "You think I wanted any of this? I just wanted a date, Buck. Now I’m scared for my fucking life while being followed around by someone I thought I was in love with, who now just treats me like shit. I’m so fucking sick of-"

Your words were swallowed as his mouth crashed against yours, the length of your body becoming pinned against the wall under the weight of his huge frame.

---

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

Me, staring into the void in a headache-induced haze: I hate existing

My sibling (@lukas6246), looking up from the loaf of bread they're slicing and starting the kettle: You could hate it with coffee

[cosmoknightchaos]

Hi:))

10 and 11 for Timmy please:)

And if you ever wanna talk about oc lore then you can dm me I’m free most of the time:)

I will keep that in mind!! You can also just start talking to me whenever you feel like it. I'm kind of awful at asking people to lore dump because of The Horrors. Idk man. Explodes my anxiety with my mind

So! The unfortunate news about the questions you chose is that they're a bit too close to the very few Timmy lore pieces I want to stay hidden. As compensation I will be talking about the other Timmy- Timothy Hazelle from ET's Coffee Shop!

10. What's the first significant injury your OC remembers getting? Did it leave any scars?

The first injury Tim remembers is when he fell out of a tree when he was about 7 years old. He ripped his shorts on the way down and sprained his wrist. Nowadays, it makes a very funny story, and it doesn't stop him from climbing things he probably shouldn't climb, but that wrist is a bit more sensitive and he'll occasionally experience psychogenic pains (pain with no physical source) from it.

11. What was your OC scared of as a child? Are they still scared of that?

Tim wasn't scared of much out of the average! He was scared of the dark and that's about it. However, as he got older (around 10 or 11), Tim developed really bad social anxiety and separation anxiety. That anxiety is still around nowadays (He's 15. Still a child), and it's bad enough that Tim struggles with making friends and forming relationships. The very few people he's close to, such as his older siblings and his fencing teacher Mr. Angelo, are all adults, since he finds those easier and less anxiety-inducing to talk to. He's also very clingy to them because he's scared of being alone, which has no negative repercussions whatsoever and Timmy's emotional vulnerability is never taken advantage of by someone he deeply trusts.

[bitter-hibiscus]

their hearts don't beat like ours

rating: T

relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Eddie Bloomberg & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd

additional tags: Trans Female Character, transfem Jason Todd, Self-Discovery, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is a Good Brother, Dick Grayson is Trying, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, so is everyone else, background jayroy, will be more apparent on future chapters, Eddie Bloomberg & Jason Todd are childhood best friends, Tim is Jason's favorite agenda, Good Friend Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, he fails, but he tries, Gender Dysphoria, Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), Rated T For Jason Todd, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, no beta we die like Jason Todd's self-esteem, the outlaws have a groupchat, eddie is an outlaw in my heart, a liiitle bit of texting, batcest DNI, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified

summary:

"Except now he was standing in the kitchen of a shitty safehouse that doesn’t even have a heater, making himself instant coffee and drowning in five layers of clothing, and he can’t stop thinking about it. He liked being compared to Helga. He didn’t know why. Jason didn’t like not knowing things, call it bat-induced paranoia.

So, as any sane and normal person would, he turned his phone back on, ignored all the notifications from Dick trying to be his brother for once and Roy and Artemis arguing about archery on the Outlaws group chat (named Red Hood’s side hoes, thirst emoji for emphasis for some fucking reason), and watched the goddamn Atlantis movie again. Three times in a row. Because, you know, he’s normal."

Or, in which Jason Todd understands her own identity, Roy Harper discovers he has a girlfriend, and Tim Drake earns his favorite sibling award. Not necessarily in that order. Also, Eddie is the real MVP.

[mishervellous]

i’m alive? and it’s tuesday? and it’s @celestialmickey tag game tuesday? unbelievable! the power of our beloved macy to get me out of my work-induced coma! and to all these lovelies who also tagged me @creepkinginc, @metalheadmickey, @surviving-maybe, @energievie and @michellemisfit! 💙

name: paola🌷

age: 5²

your go-to coffee, tea, or soda of choice: none of thems! sparkling water pleaaaase!

your comfort film: lilo & stitch 🌺

how many siblings do you have? 2! middle child reporting for duty 🫡

if you could take a vacation anywhere, where would it be? well....there is this wheat field in germany that’s been calling my name for a while........

last song you listened to: jericho - iniko

do you believe in aliens? my favorite movie is lilo & stitch! of course i do! they better exist!

what about ghosts? yes i do, i saw one when i was at a friend’s house once and i’ve never been the same since ����

it’s 2am. you can’t sleep. you get up to get a snack. what is it? olives, all the olives 🫒

and finally, share something you’ve done/made recently that you’re proud of: i managed to make a perfect cappuccino for the first time ever yesterday! AND NO ONE WAS THERE TO WITNESS IT i’m so mad at it but also proud of myself 😌

tagging @mikhailoisbaby, @y0itsbri, @spaceofentropy, @gallawitchxx, @babygirlmickey, @rereadanon, @ardent-fox, @ian-galagher, @vintagelacerosette, @gardenerian, @xninetiestrendx, @look-i-love-u, @sweetbee78, @suzy-queued, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @callivich and @deedala 💙

[sunflowernoodles]

Arms Up

Been having a bit of a writing block lately so just writing some fluff and hope it turns out good. Enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto (brief lee Natsuo)

Lers: Fuyumi, Natsuo

~~

Shoto had ben invited home again to stay the weekend while Endeavor was out of town. He had only arrived an hour ago and was laying on one of the couches as his brother and sister went to put a store bought pizza in the oven for convenience sake.

The bored boy was flicking through channels on the tv, looking for something to watch as he waited. But then he heard Fuyumi yell something, followed by something metal clattering to the floor along with a little, “Fuyumi, noho!” From Natsuo.

Shoto sat up halfway, looking into the kitchen to see Fuyumi scribbling at Natsuo’s side’s as they both stumbled around the kitchen like small children as Natsuo looked like he was trying to keep his arms up. Shoto found his curiosity getting the better of him, he set the remote on the coffee table and stood up to go peak around the doorway into the kitchen.

He watched for a moment until Fuyumi noticed, “Oh! Hello, Shoto!” She said and received a light, playful shove from Natsuo.

“Hello, uhm- what was all that sound a second ago?” Shoto asked, suddenly shy because he did see what happened, and knew that he wanted included in whatever just happened. Fuyumi smiled a little.

“Just playing a little game we’ve been doing for a while, before you were born actually.” She explained, picking up a pizza pan from the floor. Shoto understood the metal clang now.

Shoto nodded, his shyness only rising as he rehearsed what he was about to say in his head, “Thats cool. Can- ..can I play too then? The game, thing?” He stuttered out as he wrung his hands.

Fuyumi and Natsuo shared a look then smiled softly at Shoto. “Yeah, of course little bro. Pizza can wait a minute” Natsuo said, coaxing Shoto out of the doorway and back towards the living room with Fuyumi following behind.

“Here, lay down.” Fuyumi said, sitting on the floor and placing a pillow on it near her for Shoto to lay his head on. Shoto was confused but listened, fiddling with his hands a bit. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous laying between his two siblings knowing that whatever this game was involved tickling.

“Now, there’s only one rule to this game. You gotta keep your arms up.” Natsuo explained, poking Shoto’s arm a few times before he slowly lifted his arms up above his head.

He fought back a giddy smile as they both held their hands up above him. That was enough to make Shoto want to cover up his sides and roll away. But he wanted to be a part of this game.

“Nooho.” Shoto softly giggled as they ever so slowly brought their hands down and began poking and lightly tickling along his sides and belly. The vulnerable and exposed position combined with surprisingly gentle tickles was doing a good job of driving Shoto up the wall.

Natsuo tickled just below one of Shoto’s underarms and chuckled slightly as he barely put his arm down for a moment before forcing them back up, “Nohohohot thehehehere! Noho fahahair!”

“Not here? Well then how about here?” Natsuo asked and dug his fingers into Shoto’s belly and was perfectly happy with the little scream of laughter he briefly got before Shoto dissolved back into giggles.

“Nohohoho! Thahats wohohohorse! NahaHAHAT!” Shoto’s giggles turned into actual laughter when Fuyumi began pinching around his knees and lower thighs.

“Oh, did I find a bad spot, Shoto?” Fuyumi asked, skittering her nails along the side of Shoto’s knee. He lightly kicked his leg out.

“NOHOhohoHOHO. Ihit- MeheHEHEhean!” Shoto’s giggles were all over the place and he was slowly bringing his arms down without thinking.

Natsuo gave Shoto a look, “Didn’t you want us to do this?” He asked, giving Shoto’s stomach a small pinch. Shoto just squeaked, nearly completely limp now as he gradually moved his arms down to his sides.

“Nohohohope! Dehefinitely nohohot!” Shoto giggled as small laughter induced tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes.

Shoto made it another minute before completely bringing his arms down to hug his stomach and he turned onto his side. Actual laughter was replaced by breathy giggles as Fuyumi and Natsuo stopped tickling him, Natsuo getting up to grab Shoto some water.

“Are you alright, Shoto?” Fuyumi asked, gently rubbing his back to help him calm down. Shoto just nodded and appreciated the comfort.

“Yeheah. Ihihit wahas fun soho.” Shoto spoke, the rest of his leftover giggles wearing off as Natsuo came back with a glass of water. They helped him sit up.

“We’re glad then. We’ll be sure to include you in more things.” Natsuo spoke and patted Shoto’s back a little. Shoto just gave a small shy chuckle as he sipped his water.

“I look forward to that then.” Shoto nodded and after a moment, he was left in the living room again as his siblings resumed making dinner in the kitchen.

[bvlladonnas]

is that JENNA ORTEGA? oh, no, that’s ESMERALDA DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA, a TWENTY-FOUR year old GRAD STUDENT AT UNIVERSIDAD DE BELLAS ARTES DE VALPARAÍSO/ BARTENDER AT LOS FANTASMAS who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is PRUE HALLIWELL FROM CHARMED. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

mention of child abandonment.

BASICS:

full name: esmeralda estrella dominguez-herrera nickname(s): esme, estrellita (by her parents) age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual biromantic date & place of birth: november 2nd in guadalajara, mexico occupation: bartender @ los fantasmas & paleontology grad student @ universidad de bellas artes de valparaíso faceclaim: jenna ortega piercings: so many. six on each ear, a belly button piercing, and a nose stud traits: reserved, polite, observant, cynical, likes to have fun if you catch her like five days out of the year, meticulous similar to: prue halliwell (charmed), d.j. tanner (full house), juno macguff (juno), camilla saroyan (bones), monica geller (friends), leah clearwater (twilight), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), nancy wheeler (stranger things), beca mitchell (pitch perfect) aesthetics: coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer, humming songs while cooking dinner, going outside at 3 am to look at the stars, accidental 5 hour long naps, an earbud always in one ear, an array of rings on each hand, late night dancing in the studio

BULLET POINTS:

— esmeralda is a product of the affair her father had while on a business trip, away from his wife and drunk one night in guadalajara. her mother, a dancer, met him at an event and one thing led to another. — her mother wasn’t prepared to have a child in any way, too young, too busy, and too reckless. she gave up parental rights to esme and sent her home with her father from the hospital; he was the one that named her. — there, she was raised as practically a twin to her sister & forever best friend, luna. esme was never lied to about her parentage but she was also never reminded for it. she never doubted that she was a part of the family (most times) — she was simply more to love. — growing up esme was never a fan of the celebrity scene her family thrived in. she preferred to stick to herself, in front of an easel, her nose in a book, or in her room watching movies. she was luna’s protector from any bullies and quickly grew thick skin from those who tried to bully her because of their family’s suspected status as brujas. it was much easier to pretend she didn’t care and be cold back than let herself be upset (read: this bitch cannot and will not process her emotions). this only got worse when the family moved to new york; esmeralda, out of her element and away from what she considered her real home, retreated in on herself. — esme had been described as an “old soul” her entire life (she’s simply autistic) and thus was deemed as mature quicker than others in her grade level and her family. internalizing this was easy, and it progressed into being very tightly wound, often rigid. shoutout older sister complex despite not being one. — her move to valparaíso was a natural progression of her academic journey & her need to get away. after finding out her birth mother had begun her own family (happy and in love with babies on facebook. smh), esme applied to the university on a breakdown-induced whim. her acceptance had her pushing luna to go as well, knowing her sibling was going Through It, too. it all worked out (clearly) & here she is ‼️‼️

HEADCANONS:

— baby loves to cook. always trying new recipes & loves to host dinner parties. she did cooking & sewing & knitting/crochet classes as a kid to keep her busy instead of acting. she also danced for a while, but uses it now more as stress relief than anything else. — always tired. 9/10 if she isn’t replying it’s because she’s sleeping. insane concealer budget — loves film and movies and thinking way too deep into them. her letterboxd goes crazy. — actually enjoys her job a lot and takes it oddly seriously, won’t judge anyone for what they say while drunk and ranting to her because she thinks it’s mean to do so when they’re most vulnerable. — plays up the dry personality when she’s bartending because it makes old men tip her well. — big fan of animal crossing. terraforming beast — she has a leopard gecko named honey and an array of fish, including a small shark named buddy.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— idk man. someone teach her how to have fun. she’s 24 she should be at da club — give her a best friend ‼️‼️ please ‼️‼️ — lit anything else idk. fwb. exs. enemies. frenemies. who is she serving at the bar!! let’s go crazy stupid wild guys

[ritzy-reminiscence]

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Melancholy Hours

⸝⸝ tl;dr : a sleepless night turns into a trip down memory lane for mordecai heller, who usually prefers to keep his memories buried deep deep down.

⸝⸝ note : this is purely self-indulgent ! so expect an unedited work, a very ooc mordecai, and a ton of headcanons that i shoehorned into the oneshot. this was made with the intention of contributing something to the lackadaisy fandom, so i do hope it's still enjoyable regardless of the shenanigans i put in . (also, to everyone in the discord that sees this, im so sorry)

It was on one of these nights when Mordecai Heller would find himself tossing and turning in bed, rustling the sheets he normally kept so pristine. Nights where his alcohol pick-ups with the Savoys lead to bone-crushing exhaustion. Nights where time seemed to slow down after fights with rival speakeasies, emphasizing the way his muscles tense and his wounds throb. Nights where the lull of cicadas and frogs outside his bedroom window gave way to thoughts and memories he normally kept under lock and key.

Memories - something that Mordecai preferred to stay away from, something that he keeps buried under layers of tough, unbreakable soil. And yet, in this warm summer night, with the moonlight filtering through the windows and the crickets chirping their trance-inducing song, Mordecai finds himself taking a reluctant walk down memory lane, lured in by some unknown entity who takes his hand in wisps of silver and gold. Who opens each door in his house of memories and grins with delight when the can of worms come crawling out from the front porch. Who reminds him, like a breeze of wind rustling his ear, that days have been better. That they have been more joyful, more vibrant than whatever he's experiencing right now.

And it was on one of these nights that ruthless gunman and rumrunner Mordecai Heller would succumb to his feelings. He'd let them flow, like salty silk ribbons, down his cheeks, his chin, releasing all that he's been bottling up in one fell swoop of tears and sobs. He'd sit up in bed and hug himself like how he used to when he was a child, and let his cries wash over him as he grieves for everything he's lost.

Viktor. Rose. Esther. Atlas, Rose, Esther, Viktor. Viktor.

Viktor, the closest thing he's had to family since he left his ; who tolerates his ramblings and rants about asymmetry and germs ; who's been a pillar Mordecai can hang on to in times where everything's too much. On nights like this, Mordecai finds himself longing for Viktor's presence. Anything could do - his gruff voice, his one-eyed glare, just ... anything to make him feel like he's back at Lackadaisy again.

Mordecai hugs himself tighter, rocking back and forth on the mattress. He shuts his eyes amidst the tears flowing from closed lids, and out from his mouth comes a thin keening. A shaky breath, a gasp for air, and then a whispered, "I want to go home."

Home, with its worn couch with the coffee stains and water rings. Home, with the clotheslines stringing from pillar to pillar, laden with drying coats and scarves. Home, with the sounds of laughter and high-pitched shrieks and sibling arguments. Rose and Esther. Rose and Esther. One shining from the inside with bubbly smiles, the other almost a carbon copy of himself with those moody eyes and those moody glasses.

"I want to go home, I want to go home," he says, over and over again, like a wish that would come true if he just said it enough. If he just believed enough.

And he wouldn't have known he had fallen asleep if it weren't for him waking up the chirps of robins and sparrows with his eyes sore and swollen. He'd stare at the ceiling in silence for a moment, before getting up and making his bed. Taking a shower. Buttoning his suit up. Locking the door behind him. On mornings after nights like these, Mordecai Heller would keep his memories under lock-and-key again as he steps out into the fast-moving world of guns, alcohol, and blood.

[toranoya]

OC: Archangel Gabriel Morningstar

“Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it!”

Archangel Gabriel Morningstar of Heaven is a legendary Archangel of the Morningstar family who represents the Virtue of Charity. Known for his boundless kindness, endearing dorkiness, and pure-hearted, head-in-the-clouds attitude, he is one of the owners of the Thrones Industries, a charity organization in Heaven that invents angelic technology and miracle cures to make the lives of humans and angels alike better, especially for the injured. Gabriel being one of the Nephilim angels, is one of the purest and most powerful in Heaven.

Gabriel is also the bearer of a legendary trumpet which can be heard across all dimensions. It is said that he will blow his trumpet to sound the beginning of Judgement Day.

Name: Gabriel Morningstar Nicknames: Archangel Gabriel, Charity, Gabe, Gabby, Daddy's Boy (by Azrael), Jibril, The Messenger Species: True Archangel (First 5) Gender: Genderfluid (Male presenting) Age: Billions of years (chronologically), Early 20s (biologically) Occupation: Archangel of Charity, Creation, Temperance, Revelations and Messengers, Morningstar royalty, Inventor, Founder of Thrones Industries Father: The big G Siblings: Michael, Luci, Raphael, Uriel (true siblings), other brothers would include all other Archangels and Seraphim.

Likes: His trumpet, Inventing things, Harmony, Charity, Jazz, Show tunes, Humans, Coffee, Hot guys, Helping others, Butterflies, his satchel (always carrying too much), cartoons

Dislikes: People suffering, Money, Being teased by his siblings, Their Father being disrespected in any way Swearing, The Extermination, Newspapers that don't have funnies, Being unable to help

Abilities: Archangel physiology, Immortality, Flight, Genius-level intelligence, Supernatural Strength, Supernatural Endurance & Stamina, Extrasensory Perception (ESP), Dream Manipulation (pleasant), Photokinesis, Charisma, Healing, Blessing inducement, Master swordsmanship, Leadership, Teleportation, Cloudwalking, Master craftsmanship, Sealing, Resurrection, Clone Creation

HEADCANON: -Gabriel’s name means "God is my Strength" or "God is my Hero" in Hebrew. -Gabriel’s counterpart in the Seven Deadly Sins is Belphegor. (Sloth. He seduces people by proposing incredible inventions that will make them rich.) -Being a fan of jazz and not liking swears, Gabriel is not a fan of Adam and avoids him as much as he can. -Before Luci’s fall, Gabriel often enjoyed the little gifts his older brother would make for him. -Gabriel tests his inventions and medicines on himself. -Gabriel invented coffee and gave it to humans. -Almost always accompanied by his older brother Raphael ever since the War in Heaven. -One of Luci’s siblings to argue against his execution after his fall. He also persuaded Raphael to vote against the execution by use of unfair “puppy eyes.” -Gabriel is seen as the most “human” of the Morningstars, often spending a lot of time amongst humans on Earth. -Gabriel as seen as the kid brother of the Morningstars because of his youthful appearance and because he couldn’t defeat Belial during the War in Heaven without his brother Raphael’s help. -Dance of Yahweh: The Dance of Yahweh is a technique created by Gabriel. The technique has a clean and pure fighting style, being more of a dance than a battle style. Gabriel with this technique uses clean and smooth attacks, with calm and smooth movements. This technique is perfect for fighting brute attack opponents.

PERSONALITY Gabriel is a charismatic and compassionate archangel who is nice to almost everyone. Gabriel is deeply connected to humanity, often spending time among them. His laid-back and eccentric personality makes him approachable and easy to be around. Despite his relaxed demeanor, Gabriel is incredibly cunning and serious when necessary. He is earnest, community-minded, loyal, and values kindness, innovation, empathy, and justice. As the founder of Thrones Industries, he uses his intelligence to create inventions that help the sick and injured. Gabriel's personality is vibrant, enthusiastic, and confident, with a hopeful and idealistic outlook on life. He embodies warmth and kindness, seeing beauty and renewal in the world, and is driven by a divine sense of purpose that transcends typical human concerns. His sincerity, faith in his mission, and focus on the bigger picture make him a unique and inspiring figure.

APPEARANCE Gabriel has an ethereal and androgynous appearance. He has porcelain skin with twin expansive wings which extend from his back, while his platinum locks and scelera shimmer with a celestial glow. His eyes are blue and a two-ringed halo hovers just above his head.

Like the other angels, Gabriel's true form cannot be seen by humans. They say that his light is so intense that it burns the eyes of those who see it and explodes the eardrums of those who hear his voice. As a True Archangel, Gabriel's appearance shifts to whatever he desires or needs at that very moment. He almost always appears as a slender young man, youthful in appearance.

[chronal-anomaly]

@byanyan asked

ㅤit's late, and they're exhausted. still pretty blitzed, too. it's been a rough night for the both of them — a lot of restlessness and not much sleep to speak of, they've both been lost in their own minds, lost to their own vices, but sitting close enough on the couch that the contact has been enough to keep them both somewhat grounded. shoulders touching, the knee of one of byan's criss-crossed legs resting atop lena's thigh, they're sitting with their head tipped back against the couch, eyes staring through the ceiling as some baking show plays quietly on the tv when they feel her sink a little more against them. her weight leans their way, head slowly lowering to their shoulder, and byan blinks, pulled back in the direction of reality. looking over at a rather awkward angle, they note the very slumped posture, the way her breathing seems to be a touch more even, and gather that she must be most of the way asleep. ...hopefully it proves to be more restful than any of the other brief instances either of them has had thus far tonight. without putting any real thought into it, too out of it to give a damn, they lean over and press a quick, featherlight kiss into lena's hair like maybe that will help settle her dreams. rather than return to their previous position from there, they instead shift to rest their cheek atop her head, eyes closing over as they sink against her in turn, a deep exhale rustling through her hair. ㅤㅤ" jus'... wake me up 'f you can't stay asleep, "ㅤthey murmur, words slurred, not so sure that lena's even awake enough to register anything they say.ㅤ" 'n... i'll do the same. s'only... s'only fair. " (u said u wanted smooches so have an platonic sibling smooch)

The night had dragged on, hours ticking by in a lurch. Reminders that the sun would rise soon, that the real world would wake up in a few hours and come to expect the same out of the pair now slumped awkwardly across her small couch. It was anxiety inducing, the clock on her cable box denoting the little sleep and workload coming soon.

A few bottles of cheap beer sat on the coffee table, evidence of her own battle to dull the edges of sharp memories masquerading as dreams. It had worked, in short spells, a light doze washing over her before something would wake her with a start. Cycle resets, rinse, repeats, memories sharpen and dull repetitively.

Having Byan there helped, Lena supposed, someone who mirrored her own exhausted disturbances. They know the frustration, the bitterness, the cycles of sleep and waking. They don't grow frustrated with her startling to consciousness, don't mind her need for something mindless on television to distract from the racing thoughts. Misery does love company, after all.

Somewhere between 2 and 3 am, sleep finally reared its head. It washed over her, eyes drowsy and world comfortably dull, and Lena didn't fight it. Last sensation before it finally took her was Byan, moving slow, as if not to wake her, and the featherlight feeling of them against her hair. It was a reassuring reminder.

Lena was safe here. They both were.