#did i save this picture or did this picture save me

[gay-dorito-dust]

Batboys and reader doing the hear me out cake trend and reader pulls out a picture of Bruce when he was in his prime.

Apologies anon but this trend…Do not get me started on how misconstrued the phrase ‘hear me out’ is. I’ll rant about how a lot of ppl should look up the definition first. I’m very passionate about how butchered the trend is that every time I see one I can’t help but think ‘not a hear me out, try again or don’t to save my small remnants of sanity.’ I hate it so much.

Dick

Pouts.

‘My dad? Really?’ He’d ask you.

‘Yeah, what can I say he was a total hunk.’ You shrugged.

‘Was?!’ Dick replied, looking at you as though you had grown a second head. ‘What is he now then chopped liver? Do you not like older men?! Do they loose their charm the moment they have a few grey hairs and lines on their face?!’ He exclaims.

This wasn’t what you were expecting when doing this challenge because now you were being grilled by dick on whether you’ll still feel attractive to him when he himself gets old and grey.

‘I don’t have anything against older men dick, I just find your dad hot in this specific picture.’ You defended yourself and dick only puts his hands on your shoulders and gives them a firm squeeze as he presses his forehead against yours.

‘Sweetheart I don’t think you understand because what do you mean you find him hotter in the picture?! It’s Bruce the man is just naturally photogenic!’ Dick tells you. ‘You could’ve chosen a recent picture of Bruce and say the exact same thing.’

‘Eh, it’s not the same thing.’ You say and dick felt as though he might as well rip his hair from his head because what do you mean it’s not the same thing?! He was now more certain that you didn’t like older men if Bruce was only appealing to you in his youth, his supposed prime.

Needless to say the conversation diverted from the fact that you found his dad hot, to one where dick was trying to prove to himself that you just didn’t like older men/ silver foxes for whatever absurd reason.

Jason

He’s oddly silent.

You feared you did something the moment you pulled the picture of young Bruce Wayne out to put on the cake.

The wait was over the moment he did decide to say something but it was nothing like you’d expect to come out of his mouth;

‘Out of all the pictures there are of Bruce, that’s the one you picked? Nothing about that picture is flattering to him in any way whatsoever.’

‘Oh you’re just jealous.’ You’d tell him and Jason only raises his brow at you.

‘Jealous, babe have you seen me? What’s there to be jealous of that old bat.’ Jason replies as he gestures towards himself before pinching your cheeks. ‘I just think it’s adorable how you consider Bruce in his prime as a hear me out, it’s laughable really but you do you chipmunk.’ He adds.

However when you weren’t looking, he’d take the picture of Bruce from the cake and throw it over his shoulder, for there was no way in hell he was going to have a picture of Bruce on a cake. No sir, Jason would much rather die again than allow his own father to overstay his welcome on the damn cake.

He’d even act innocent when you would ask where the picture went as though he didn’t set it on fire with a lighter after plucking it off the cake. ‘It must’ve grew legs and walked off.’ He’d shrug but it wasn’t hard to know the truth.

His dad can fuck off away from the cake and you.

Damian

Another one who’s not so amused by the fact that you added his father on a ‘hear me out’ cake.

He doesn’t partake in such stupid trends that’ll sooner or later long forgotten by the public consciousness in favour of a new trend that’ll run itself to the ground just as quickly as the last. He questions the publics attention span if it was this short and unreliable, he really does and fears that the age of stupidity has begun with people who think a conventional attractive man with a Roman nose or any other unique feature is a ‘hear me out.’

As if they were any less attractive than a man with a plain featured, and rather unappealing and basic appearance. They’re weren’t, if anything people with romantic noses or any other unique features were just as attractive as the plained featured ones, and Damian found it rather ridiculous that is what is being considered a secrete that many think they’ll be judged for finding appealing.

‘My father? Really?’ He’d say as he looked between you and the picture of his father.

‘Yeah.’ You shrugged.

Damian only sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. ‘A conventionally attractive man is you hear me out?’

‘Not just any conventionally attractive man-‘ you tried to explain but Damian didn’t allow you the space to do so.

‘My father in his prime doesn’t count, you should really do better research before putting random people on a cake, or better yet don’t partake in a challenge you don’t understand.’ Was all Damian said before he leaves the room, he’s not impressed and feared that there was too many people who for some stupid reason also though his father in his prime is a ‘hear me out.’

It freaks him out and disappoints him greatly of what the future of Gotham and humanity as a whole would look like if these people were to be at the helm.

Tim

Not amused.

He’s sick and tired of people putting conventional attractive people and anthropomorphic animals who are drawn in a specific way to elicit such emotions out of people.

So to see that you had put his father, more specifically Bruce in his first steps as the dark knight, he couldn’t help but look at you disappointedly.

One, you obviously didn’t understand the concept of a hear me out and Tim is more then ready to educate you on what one is with his long ass PowerPoint presentation. And two, really? His dad? What was wrong with his dad in his current old age? Did you have something against older men?

Wait- why was he so suddenly concerned whether or not you find his father less appealing now than how he looked in his prime? He should be more focused on the fact that you found such pristine picture of Bruce during that time, he’s tried multiple times but the resolution was god awful and didn’t do anything to flatter Bruce.

You’re still getting lectured on what a proper hear me out is though. Tim’s got fucking tons.

[fizz-pop-thwip]

I struggle thinking about non consensual human experimentation as a whole, but what happened to Bucky really it does just make me sick.

To start, think of how his stomach dropped when he fell from the train, the fucking fear knowing you're dead. You have 2 seconds and then your dead, this is it.

Then you wake up to 1) being alive, horrifically unaware of the 70 years of hell ahead of you and 2) your arm being not only surgically removed but replaced with a metal arm, a foreign body, a parasite. You fight because what else are you ment to do? But you fall unconscious again.

You wake up to days and days of torment and torture and slowly loose hope that it will ever end, that you'll ever be saved. He didn't know that Steve was dead, how long did he yearn for Steve to find him? How mad did he get? Did he punch the wall, did he scream? Did they have to sedate him because of just how psychotic that made him? How fucking manic he would go?

How long till he lost all feeling, all emotion and hope?

When they started putting him in the chair, did he scream and cry? Did he beg for anything else? Any thing, anything, fucking anything. Did he beg for death? Did he feel himself slowly lose all of his memory, did he sob when he first couldn't picture Steve's face, or when he could remember the most important person in the world, but not a name or a background or a face, not a crumb.

The first time he's put in cryo freeze, does he remember his reflection? Seconds before he fell unconscious, never knowing how long it would be before he woke up again. Did he wake up, begging to just be put back in, the closest fate to death he could ever achieve? The closest thing to mercy? Does he catch himself falling asleep at night and wake up in tears, not even sure if it's been 20 minutes of 20 years.

Did his crys for help fall on the shiney leather shoes of scientists who showed no emotion, did he question if he was even human to begin with? Surely a human would be treated with even a fraction of care. No one treated like this was born from a mother, no one treated like this was ever looked at with maternal love.

He stopped feeling like a person, he didn't even remember he was a person. When things seeped though it just hurt, they hurt him, it made it worse. So he stopped it, he wouldn't let himself. It was impossible to live. He had no coping mechanisms, no outlet, he would show any signs of struggle and be hurt for showing humanity. He had to be what they wanted.

Even after he was broken in, no crying anymore. No begging for mercy. Did he spend his nights awake, just TRYING to remember what he forgot, FEELING the missing spots in his mind? Did he hold that metal arm close because he can't even remember how he got it anymore, all he knows is it makes his shoulders ache.

He was completely and utterly trapped, the more he suppressed, even the minor shards he remembered, the more mania he would experience.

Even once he's free, how do you come back from that, even if it was just a mental thing, the physical, real DAMAGE to his brain was enough to make him never heal again. Bucky is a walking fucking miracle and maybe THE survivor.

He is going to have memory problems, severly. He is going to have intense PTSD flashbacks, total hallucination level, breakdowns. Seriously, this level of trauma is NEVER leaving him, not fully. Phantom pains, endless nightmares, coping mechanisms that don't make sense but comfort him none the less.

He's going to have periods of times where he can't even stand being touched, not Steve, not anyone. Weeks where he can't shower or move out of a space his brain has deemed safe for fear of being hurt. Scratches at the seam between his flesh and the metal of arm, wanting it off, wanting it away from him. Again does it necessarily make sense logically? NO!! but does he feel it 100%? Yes!!

He gets better, his bad periods get less intense, more far in between but they never fully go away. As fuckimg depressing as it is, hydra made a permanent mark on his psyche. It's FUCKED.

Gods strongest soldier is Bucky Barnes.

[gyorouis]

── ✦ december.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ synopsis⸝⸝ wrap me all up and take me home with you

꒰ genre⸝⸝ romance, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn pairing⸝⸝ jock!taehyun x afab!reader wc⸝⸝ 1.4k warning⸝⸝ mutual pinning, suggestive theme, they��re both competitive, my never-ending ETL tyun agena tune in⸝⸝ ariana grande — december ୨ৎ ꒱

“don’t tell me you’re planning to charm the entire room tonight,” beomgyu teased, nudging taehyun as they stepped into the grand ballroom.

the university’s annual winter gala was in full swing, the grand ballroom alive with the soft glow of chandeliers and the hum of conversations layered over upbeat music. students mingled in their best attire, and taehyun, ever the picture of perfection, was in his element. as the captain of the football team and the campus golden boy, he had an image to maintain: polished, composed, and entirely unbothered.

adjusting his tie with a practiced nonchalance, he surveyed the scene. the decorations were immaculate (because, of course, he’d overseen them), and everything was running smoothly. it was the kind of night that should’ve been effortless for him—another event to cement his status as untouchable.

and then, he saw you.

you were standing by the dessert table, laughing with your friends, your eyes bright and your smile infectious. you weren’t just pretty—you were radiant, the kind of radiant that made the air shift. the sight of you knocked the wind out of his carefully crafted cool.

taehyun’s jaw tightened. he wasn’t new to seeing you. as the captain of the cheer dance team, you were his rival in more ways than one. your rivalry was campus legend: the cheer squad versus the football team, each determined to outshine the other at every game and event. but tonight, something about you felt different. you weren’t just his rival anymore—you were a distraction, a complication he hadn’t prepared for.

still, taehyun wasn’t one to back down.

he approached you with the same swagger that made half the campus swoon, his voice dripping with that signature competitive edge. “well, well,” he drawled, “didn’t think you’d show up. thought you’d be too busy choreographing another routine to one-up us.”

you turned to face him, arching an eyebrow, and he swore the room tilted for a second. “and miss a chance to see you strut around like you own the place? never.”

his lips curved into a smirk, the kind that usually had people eating out of his hand. “funny. i was about to say the same thing about you.”

“cute,” you shot back, taking a deliberate sip of your drink. “but don’t flatter yourself, taehyun. not everything’s about you.”

“sure it’s not,” he teased, leaning casually against the table, his eyes never leaving yours. “so, who dragged you here? or did you actually want to come?”

you crossed your arms, the movement drawing his attention in ways he didn’t want to admit. “not that it’s any of your business, but i’m here because i earned it. unlike you, i don’t need a title to prove my worth.”

his grin widened, the playful challenge in your tone sparking something dangerous in him. “ouch,” he said, clutching his chest in mock pain. “you’ve been saving that one, haven’t you?”

“maybe,” you said, the corners of your lips twitching into a reluctant smile.

as the night went on, it seemed like fate—or maybe something more deliberate—kept throwing the two of you together.

“you’re following me,” you accused after the third time your paths crossed.

“hardly,” he replied, his expression all mock innocence. “this is my event, remember? you’re just conveniently always in my way.”

“oh, please. i was here first.”

he tilted his head, his smirk deepening. “you were here first? wow. didn’t know they gave awards for that.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped out.

later, you found yourself on the balcony, escaping the noise and the heat of the ballroom. the december air was sharp against your skin, but the quiet was worth it.

you weren’t alone for long.

“escaping already?”

you turned to see taehyun leaning against the doorway, his blazer draped over one shoulder. the way the cold moonlight caught on the sharp lines of his face made your breath hitch, though you’d die before admitting it.

“what do you want?” you asked, your voice more tired than hostile.

“nothing,” he said, stepping closer, his footsteps soft against the stone. “just figured you’d be out here. you always seem to need a breather after a big event.”

you frowned, caught off guard. “how do you even know that?”

he shrugged, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. “i pay attention.”

his words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

you turned back to the railing, your grip tightening against the cold metal. “so what? you came out here to gloat?”

“no,” he said simply, leaning beside you. his shoulder brushed yours, and the contact sent an uninvited shiver down your spine. “i came out here because... well, it’s not every day i get to see you like this.”

“like what?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“like... stunning,” he admitted, the word barely above a whisper.

your heart skipped, but you refused to let him see the effect he had on you. “don’t get used to it.”

“too late,” he said, his tone soft but sure.

the mistletoe was an accident.

you were brushing past him on your way back into the ballroom when someone shouted, “hey, mistletoe alert!”

you froze, as did he, both of you glancing up at the offending sprig of green hanging above your heads.

“seriously?” you muttered, already feeling the heat of the crowd’s eyes on you.

taehyun’s smirk returned, but there was something else in his gaze now, something deeper. “rules are rules,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

“you’re insufferable,” you shot back, though your voice lacked its usual venom.

“and yet, here we are,” he replied, stepping closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

the kiss wasn’t just a kiss. it was heat and tension and something unspoken that neither of you had the courage to name. his lips were soft but firm, and when he pulled back, his eyes lingered on yours, dark and unreadable.

“merry christmas,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart raced, your pulse pounding in your ears. “don’t think this means you’ve won,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt.

“oh, i know,” he said, his grin returning, though softer now. “but it’s a good start.”

gyo's note: just my never ending enemies to lovers agenda on tyun 🤓 hahahaha i just LOVEEEE tyun on ETL trope sm! and it shows on the stories i wrote for him eheee, anyway if you made it this far, thank you! (,,>﹏<,,) you will be loved, xoxo!

✮ 2024 gyozies, all rights reserved.

[cuubism]

It is beyond difficult to choose just one, but if I must, I have been dying for more “Good Horses” 👀

🤘Dimes

@five-and-dimes gradually it ekes closer to completion 🥺

[ make me work on one of my fics if you want ]

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Hob treated him kindly. Hob had always treated him kindly, even when he didn’t know him. Why, then, should he not expect better from his own family? Why should he not demand better, or—

—or leave?

Somehow that was more terrifying to contemplate. But Dream breathed easier, having allowed the thought in.

Suddenly, he didn’t care who knew what. His family’s opinion of him could hardly get worse.

“I have a boyfriend,” he said, and Desire choked.

“You have a what.”

“A boyfriend,” Dream repeated. He liked the feeling of calling Hob that.

“You have a boyfriend? Where did you even get it?” Desire demanded. “Off the side of the road?”

“Yes,” Dream said, amused to think how true it was. “Essentially.”

“Wowza. Secret midnight trysts with a mysterious boy?” Desire whistled. “I’m kind of impressed.”

“I live for your approval,” Dream said dryly.

“Well, thanks for helping to make the family more disreputable. I was getting a bit tired doing it all myself.”

Dream surprised himself by laughing. “That is not my purpose in seeing him.”

“No, just a nice side benefit. Do Mother and Father know?”

“Of course not. And if you wish to preserve this… meager truce, you will say nothing.”

Desire scoffed. “Far be it from me to intervene the second you get a little daring. Keep going to have sex with your boyfriend, I’ll even help you get out of the house.”

Dream blushed. Dammit. “That’s not what’s happening.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. If I had a secret boyfriend, I’d be fucking him, so really you’re wasting the opportunity.”

“Desire.”

Desire grinned, though it was less wicked than their glee often was. “You have a picture?”

Dream only had one photograph of Hob on his phone, he’d always been too nervous to risk saving more. And either way, he hardly had access to it now. But, feeling surprisingly bold, he took out his sketchbook and showed Desire the most recent drawing he’d done of Hob.

He half expected Desire to snatch it and run to Mother, as they would have done as a child. Instead they just took the sketchbook and studied the drawing. It was a rather good likeness, Dream’s best yet. He’d gotten Hob to sit for the portrait, and had managed to capture the exact way the sun caught in Hob’s hair, and glinted in his eyes.

“Cute,” Desire said appreciatively. “Not what I thought your type would be.”

“What did you think my type was?”

“Someone more like you, I guess.”

“That would be boring,” Dream said.

Desire gave him a sidelong look. “Obviously.”

Dream smacked their arm, but Desire only grinned, unrepentant.

[old-fandom]

I really really REALLY want to see some good ol' Jealousy Stancest, especially Jealous Stanford. Add in a dash of some old flames and a secret relationship, and it gets real juicy.

Picture this. Stan and Ford come home after months on the Stan o' War II, being in an incredibly passionate and intimate relationship with each other. The open sea gave them the privacy to be a couple without the fear of others finding out. However, once back in Gravity Falls, Stan and Ford come to understanding that they have to keep their relationship on the down low around the family and the kids. They understand what they are doing and don't want to drag others into it by accident, so they tell themselves they will keep their relationship strictly platonic in public.

While settling back home and the kids arriving, Soos (who is still Mr. Mystery as Stan does not want to take away Soos' role as the curator of the Mystery Shack) gets some unsuspecting visitors, demanding to speak to Stanley Pines. Not Stanford Pines, STANLEY PINES!

This obviously raises some alarms in Soos as that kind of information is still relatively new to the town and even newer to the outside world. The kids end up hearing this and run to Ford. They tell him that two very scary men just walked in asking for Stan. Ford, who has been told all about Stan's past while out at sea, believes that these are some of his old enemy's coming to hurt him.

Mabel describes one of them as a tall bulky blonde man with a leather jacket, a handle bar mustache, and dark sunglasses. She describes the other one as shorter, stockier, and speaking with a thick Spanish accent. They both look mean and cold, and obviously tough enough to start and finish a fight. Dipper pipes in saying that they don't look like they like each other too, like they're waiting for the other to say something to start an argument and fight. Ford goes out there to confront the two men. As Ford approaches them, demanding that they state their business with his brother or leave, they're both shook, as Ford looks like Stan but isn't. They have an argument, one that scares all of the other customers out of the store and has Soos leave the gift shop and hover near the kids.

Before long, Stan enters the gift shop in freezes. All eyes lock on him.

Stan is looking at two faces he never thought he'd see again, Jimmy Snakes and Rico. The tension is thick and before Ford can pull out his gun to force the two men out and away from his family, both men start yammering to Stan but more importantly, they start confessing.

You see, what Stan did not tell Ford, or anyone else for that matter, is that Stan dated both Jimmy and Rico at one point of his life. They weren't just past enemy's (or in Jimmy's case, "friends" with benefits), but past lovers as well. (Sue me, Rico being Stan's boyfriend in Colombia would be funny. Also, Stan hiding from Rico's men would be a lot less gory if these men weren't trying to actually kill Stan but to bring him back to Rico as a runaway boyfriend.) Stan is very confused, the kids are very confused, and Ford is very confused and enraged.

Through their confessions, it comes to light that both men heard the news of Stanley Pines basically saving Gravity Falls last summer, both proving that he was alive and that he was still up to his old tricks. They both drove up to Oregon to get back with Stan, but only for their own selfish reasons, which they don't tell Stan. They see that Stan has become a town "hero" and they believe that he has been awarded in some way, specifically monetarily. They believe that if they can get back with him, that money could be theirs. However, upon meeting each other on the way up there and realizing their plans are the same, grew serious animosity toward each other. Killing each other before arriving at Gravity Falls didn't work, so now they have to try and woo Stan in some competition to get his money.

Stan is not stupid, he knows these men, and he knows what they are after (or at least understands that they are after something other than him.) He's telling them to take a hike, and they're trip up here was in vain, that "No, finding out I was alive after 30 years did not make your heart skip a beat. You want something. I'm not stupid." Stan is more than capable handling these men on his own.

Ford is obviously very angry by this and tells them both to get the hell out. They aren't listening to him and Rico fully insults Ford, which is the catalyst for a right hook to the face.

I'm not sure what happens next but I do know that Ford ends up chasing both of them out of the Shack, beating them up quite extensively to give them a real reason to not come back. Probably on the porch threatening their lives if they ever came back and tried to harm Stan or his family ever again. Blah Blah Blah, Stan gets all goo-goo eyed for his boyfriend being so protective of him even if he is a little peeved at being rescued. Blah Blah Blah, Ford needs to release some of the adrenaline from that fight, excuses himself and Stan to the basement for a "talk". Blah Blah Blah, Stan can't walk probably for an hour after being fucked so viciously by Ford.

I honestly don't know where this was going but I love Protective Ford (Stancest or Platonic) and I love him going ham for Stan.

[adrift-in-thyme]

Okay, so for that request thing... LU; Time and Warriors; Brothers (all the way from the War of Eras); Warriors saving Time one way or the other and with fluff in the end. =) Thank You! ^.^

Tysm for the request!! I love writing these two so much

CW for blood and injury

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His first memory of Warriors is warmth.

There are other things, of course, characteristics that accumulated over the time they spent together. Strong arms that held him close. Eyes the color of the sky, flecked with the royal blue of his scarf. Golden hair and a cocky grin. A wit quicker than his sword. A laugh that proclaimed his presence to the world, sang of victory, of mirth. 

All these attributes paint the picture of the man he came to love. His big brother.

But it is his warmth that Time recalls the most readily. Perhaps, because it is what he needed the most.

The memory does not arise from the first time that he met Warriors. But even now, it feels as though it was. 

Blood had coated the ground, run off of armor plates in rivulets like waterfalls, seeped into the earth that opened its maw to drink thirstily. Bodies had lain split open like spring blossoms, shining, sparkling beneath a midday sun. And he, he had fallen, all four feet of him crumpled to his knees in the heat-baked earth.

Trembling hands tore the mask from his face; a small stomach constricted, expelling breakfast into the charred blades of grass. Air did not come, though he gasped for it. He had drowned in the acrid scent of metal and the sharp taste of salt. He had expected to do so alone, as he always had done. 

But Warriors found him. He had run to him, caught him when the strength bled from his arms and he pitched forward, held him close while he struggled to breathe. And when the gates had opened and the tears had come – messy, gulped sobs that stuck in his throat and got in his nose and ran down his neck to pool in his collar – Warriors had remained. 

He had always remained. In the end, it was Time who turned away and walked through that portal. It was Time who left.

It was necessary. The world followed a natural order, one that he had already shattered far many times before. Still, he never dared to even think that he would subject someone to the same fate as him. 

And now, so many years and so much pain later, he is once again the one readying to depart. Though, he supposes this time it is a bit different. 

This time, he lacks the strength to walk away on his own two feet. This time, he lies on a bed of new spring grass and his own blood and gazes dully up into the sky. 

It was carelessness that landed him here. He had been slow to react, so distracted by the task of fending off the crowd of beasts headed for Warriors that he had not seen those sneaking up behind. Not until it was too late. 

The blade had torn through him as cleanly as a kitchen knife through fresh bread. Though he had whirled and struck the monster down, the damage was already done.

Now, he lies beside the corpse of his attacker, buffeted by waves of pain so fierce he can hardly keep his head above the surface. Blood pools in his throat. He chokes on it. 

“Sprite!” Footsteps thunder along the ground. Royal blue flits past his vision. A pale face leans close to his. “Sprite, look at me. Stay with me!”

Time lifts his hand. He is trembling, he realizes dimly. 

Pity. In his final moments, he wished to be strong.

He brushes frigid knuckles against a warm cheek. Tears slither down into his hairline.  

“It’s alright.”

It’s not. He doesn’t want to die, doesn’t want to leave Malon a widow, Epona without a rider, his boys without a leader. He wants to be there when Navi returns at last. 

Despite everything, he has cemented a place for himself in this world. There are people who will remember when he is gone. That hurts far, far worse than the alternative he has coped with for so long. 

Warriors shakes his head. The calm that usually follows his every movement has vanished now. His attempts to retrieve it are failing miserably. 

It feels so much like before. 

“You aren’t going to die. Okay? You’re not. So, don’t you dare even think about it.” 

His voice is steely, but it quivers. Each word escapes like shards of shattered glass. He plunges a hand into his pouch.

Time knows by his expression alone that no potion can be found there. 

The captain swears harshly. For a moment, he is silent, eyes wildly scanning the area as though the answer to the problem lies amongst the scattered carcasses and gore.

Then, “Brace yourself. I’m going to carry you.” 

He hardly has time to comprehend, barely manages to hold back a cry, as he leaves the ground. 

“Where…” he murmurs as his head comes to rest against Warriors’ chest. It is still warm in these arms, still safe. He can feel the mad fluttering of the captain’s heart against his cheek. Guilt spikes within the murk of his mind, knowing it beats so quickly because of him.

“There’s a forest near here,” Warriors replies, voice as cutting as a blade, as soft as his scarf. “There are bound to be fairies there. They’re always drawn to you. When they sense that you’re injured, they’ll come.”

It is a predictably solid plan. Time lacks the strength to argue, regardless. As they rush forward, it is all he can do to stay alert. The world is nothing but a vague blur of differing colors now. He feels little else except pain. 

When they come to a stop, he hardly realizes it. When Warriors speaks, begging someone, somewhere to do “please, save my brother,” his only thought is regret that the captain must sound so very distressed.

But then, there is a flash of softest pink, glittering in the sky above him, the caress of a silken blanket. He falls, falls into the scents of spun sugar and forest rain, into the whispers of rivers and calls of night owls. 

He falls, and Warriors is there to catch him.

Time drags open his eye as the pain recedes, leaving only the fuzzy remembrance of itself behind. And there is his brother, tears coursing down his cheeks, blood smeared upon his brow, eyes bright against the shadows of the woods.

He blinks, slowly, still struggling to surface from the depths he had plummeted into.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, squinting to keep Warriors’ face clear in his vision. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Don’t cry for me. I’m not gonna die.”

Warriors makes an odd sound. It seems conflicted over whether it wants to be a sob or a laugh. 

“You idiot,” he gasps, and hugs Time to his chest. He smells of battle and blood. “Sprite, you idiot. Don’t you ever put me through that again.”

The world is beginning to regain color now, in spontaneous bursts that crawl across his vision. Time watches it from where his head rests on Warriors’ shoulder. And with what little strength he has regained, he pulls his brother close.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and he means it, from the depths of his heart he means it. “I won’t leave you again, big brother. I promise.”

The noise that erupts from Warriors is almost certainly a sob now. When he begins to shudder with the force of them, Time only holds him tighter. 

[akimoroll]

nightfall.

yoichi nagumo x fem reader—wc 2.2k—part of a series on ao3—college/uni au. fwb. fluff/smut. mdni.

n/a: continuation of this. if you’re an art student reading this, i apologize!! i know nothing about art school (cries) /// this feels like a filler episode tbh kinda boring and uneventful to me at least lmao so sorry in advance

Tutoring sessions with Nagumo are over and you haven't seen him for over two weeks because of exams. He messaged you a few times during evenings for the first few days but other than that, it was complete utter silence from him. You have gotten used to his presence and it did bother you how quiet he has been. But you weren’t the type to text first, you didn’t even like texting at all. He was being distant so you thought, maybe this was his way of showing push.

Meanwhile, Nagumo was busy staying up in the late hours of the night meeting deadlines, and dealing with the weighty pressure and vulnerability of critiques. But other than that, he was pretty much holed up in his room with a dark cloud of stress over his head. He might have even lost a bit of weight too.

“Do you wanna go see a movie with me after midterms?” He asked you last time you saw each other, to which you said yes. Now that exams are over, he hasn’t made contact yet, not that you were eagerly waiting for his message or anything… Of course not. That’s silly, right?

But you do miss him… Maybe a little bit. “Just his face,” you mused, downplaying whatever it was you were feeling.

As you unlocked your phone, you pursed your lips and went to Instagram. You tried searching for his name (and nickname) but couldn’t find anything. As frustration built up, you turned to your roommate who had just entered the room and asked for her help.

His username had 9 underscores as if he didn’t want to be found. But weirdly enough, for a normal college dude, slash frat boy, slash art student that posted normal college stuff, he had a lot of followers. The accounts he followed were mostly girls, but one stood out—a private account with no display photo. 1 follower, 1 following and hundreds of posts.

Who could that be? You were curious for a hot minute but saw a really cute selfie of him and spent a good chunk of time staring at it. Before you knew it, you had burned the next hours making folders and meticulously sorting the pictures you’ve saved, just as you would with your trading cards collection.

///

The gentle knocking from the door startled you from your sleep. The room was already bright and your roommate had left. Glancing at the bright screen of your phone, you winced before getting up. It’s 9 past 7.

As soon as you opened the door, Nagumo rushed in without a word and immediately began kissing you. He was unusually quiet, almost eerily so, while his hands slipped under your shirt and roamed the skin of your back. You couldn’t say a word with the way he was practically eating your face. He seemed much like a man who had been walking for hours in the scorching heat, chasing you like a tall glass of cold water. He was parched.

He led you to your corner of the room and onto your bed. His body hovering over yours, lips not letting you go. Moments later, you were already naked under him. His hands explored places he hadn’t touched before, his tongue teased the most sensitive spots, turning you into a soaked mess.

He kissed you deeply before letting you go, only to flip you on your stomach with ease. The hairs on the skin of your back raised when his lips grazed your nape, gently trailing their way down your spine. Then he slowly inserted a finger and a few moments later, he added another. His fingers knuckles deep inside you.

There was nothing but the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet sounds of his kisses as he began preparing you for something else, something that might be too much, something you have found yourself anticipating for. You couldn’t help but moan his name.

“Yoichi…”

Hearing this, he paused, leaving you so hot and bothered. As you waited for what’s to come next, you felt movement behind you and heard fabric rustling—he’s slipping out of his boxers.

He began rubbing his tip to your wet folds as he spread your cheeks wide open, smearing and mixing his and your wetness all over, with his fingers digging the flesh of your ass. Everything was happening way too fast. It felt conflicting but you knew deep down you didn’t want him to stop.

Softly, tenderly, he pushed himself in and out of you. He’s fucking you slowly with your name rolling so sweetly on his tongue like honey—again and again and again.

“Look at you… such a good girl.” He cooed, his voice airy with his lips over your ear. His warmth reached the skin of your back, enveloping you as he rested his whole body on top of you with your face buried in the pillow.

“Lift your hips a little...”

“There you go. Just like that.”

“Fuck…you feel so good.”

And he feels so good too. He kept murmuring your name as he fucks you lazily, your eyes rolling back every time he pushes himself balls deep into you. He was making a mess out of you, your juices dripping down on your clean sheets. Suddenly you didn’t care about getting your bed dirty anymore.

One of his hands began snaking towards your tits, giving it a soft squeeze before lifting your face by the jaw, his two fingers coaxing your lips to open.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered before slowly turning your head so you could face him. You kept your eyes closed as you reluctantly opened your mouth, his tattooed fingers forcing you to taste yourself, “See how good you taste?”

“Open your eyes…look at me.” he murmured, giving each of your eyes a cute kiss before reaching down with his other hand, rubbing slow circles on your clit, just enough pressure to make you squirm under him.

Him seeing you so fucked out and breathless so early in the morning made him fuck you a little faster. And then a little harder. Your whimpery sobs became louder as he continued to thrust himself into you from the back.

“You close? You’re squeezing me.”

“I know you missed me. Let’s take our time, hm?”

“Come on, open your eyes.”

“Look at me.”

“Wake up.”

Wake up?

Your eyes shot up, realizing you had fallen asleep while waiting for him at a diner near campus. You agreed to have brunch together when he finally called in the morning.

That’s what you get when you stay up way too late looking at his pictures. But none of that matters now. Bewildered, you mused, “Wet dreams? Here? Of all places?”

“Falling asleep in public is so unlike you. Are you okay?” He smirked, voice laced with teasing as he sat across from you.

You exhaled deeply as you hid your flushed face with your hands. You couldn’t dare to look at him.

He tilted his head to the side, now with concern, he asked, “Looks like you stayed up late last night. I thought exams were over?”

“Yes, it is over,” you responded immediately. With your voice still raspy, you snapped at him, “I fell asleep because…I waited too long.”

He scoffed lightheartedly before leaning closer to you with a smug grin on his face, “Someone’s excited to see me. I’m not even late.”

You looked at him after checking the time. Frowning from grogginess, you asked nicely, “Can you go ahead and order us food? I can’t form a single thought.”

He looked at you for a moment and noticed how your forehead was glistening with your face all red, he asked again, “Are you sure you’re okay? We can get takeout and eat someplace else if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m fine, Nagumo. Please, just order the food.”

///

You continued eating your meal in complete silence, embarrassment still lingering in your mind. Nagumo, on the other hand, kept glancing at you with concern. Eventually, he asked, “So… Friday, movies, right? Unless you have something else in mind?”

“What? I’m not thinking about anything else,” you retorted after a slight flinch.

He responded with a puzzled expression, trying to figure out your mood, “Okay…? I’ll pick you up at 6?”

“Sure,” you replied way too quickly, voice low as you kept your eyes to your food.

He watched you, observing and wondering why you were being quiet and wouldn’t meet his gaze. You typically spoke too little and had a habit of staring. But you were acting strange, almost defensive, like you were hiding something. Reminiscent of that time when you had a misunderstanding, moments before he kissed you for the first time.

“Hey, be a good girl and quit picking at your food,” He teased, attempting to lift the mood and ease you into talking more.

But “good girl” was all you heard. You abruptly locked eyes as you involuntarily inhaled your food, getting it stuck in your throat. He quickly handed you a drink, worry evident on his face while you uncontrollably coughed.

After chugging the drink to its final drop and slamming the glass on the table with more force than necessary, you inhaled deeply and finally spoke, “Never say that again.”

He narrowed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, he asked, “Not say what?”

“That. What you just said.”

“Not…pick at your food?”

“No,” you groaned, opening your mouth just to close it again as your cheeks started to heat up once more. You collected yourself as you continued, “Nevermind.”

He caught your reaction right away. The small smile he was holding turned into a full blown grin, he teased, “Oh, I see.”

“See what?” you retorted with a defensive hiss.

“Nothing,” he breathed deeply and shifted his gaze out the glass window, pausing before speaking again, “You got me worried there. But it looks like your other personality has come out to play today and taught me something new.”

“If you don’t stop bringing that up, I’ll leave right now,” You exclaimed as you reached for your bag.

He snickered and stood up, sliding his food next to yours and took a seat beside you to block you from leaving. He gently nudged his arm against yours, “Oh come on, we just got here.”

You answered him with a mere eye roll and turned away from him to gaze out the window.

“Hey,” He ran his fingers through your hair, twirling at the tips, his voice gentle, “Look at me.”

You quickly turned to his direction to warn him time and time again to stop touching you unexpectedly. However, his lips touched your cheek, making you blush once again. He smirked, enjoying how endearing you are and wanting to continue stirring your flustered state, he whispered, “I missed you.”

You took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the smile that threatened to come out as you spoke up, your voice softer than intended, “Nagumo, I told you not to touch me so suddenly.”

He nodded and continued eating as if nothing happened. Out of curiosity, he asked, “Why were you up so late last night anyway? Thought you have schedules and stuff.”

As you calmed down, you answered honestly, “I was feeling restless.”

He chuckled, “Bet you were thinking of me.”

Your bluntness continued as you went back to eating as well, “Yes, but also, no. I was actually wondering why there are so many underscores in your username. It seems quite inefficient for typing. Also, the topless pics, seriously? Have some decorum. And while we are on the subject of decorum, apart from your friends, you only follow people from the opposite sex. What’s up with that?”

Like always, he was surprised and slightly taken aback by your honesty but the thought of you stalking his socials made him nearly choke on his food. You had always been distant, didn’t ask questions about himself, he was the one constantly reaching out. He had gotten used to you not paying much attention to him, just hanging out with you was enough for him. So hearing everything and you being so blunt about it, made him feel things.

He teased with an accusatory tone, “Oh, so you were stalking me. You could’ve just messaged me and told me you miss me, you know?”

You retorted, “Why would I? That’s exactly what you want me to do.”

He pressed further, grinning, “So you did miss me.”

“I didn’t say that,” you stubbornly denied, your voice sounding firm.

“Why were you looking me up then?” He inquired, his tone laced with intrigue.

You pondered for a good while, carefully choosing the right words before responding, “You need to know your opponent in order to defeat them, correct?”

He smirked, a hint of challenge in his voice as he rested his cheek on his palm, observing you, “This is all just a game to you, hm?”

You mirrored him, speaking calmly, “I could say the same about you.”

He nodded, suppressing a chuckle by smiling, “Well played, but you’re not supposed to show your hand to me.”

You smiled back, “What makes you think I’ve shown you everything?”

[thedrunkenreadersreviews]

A quick chat on why Stolas DID chose Blitz over Via

WAIT! Hold everything! Let me explain over a nice cup of steaming hot cocoa with some peppermint schnapps in the spirit of Sinsmas. Yeah?

*Sip, sip*

There we go. Now we're calming down. I'm going to combine "Master Mind" with "Sinsmas" in this analysis and I waited until "Sinsmas" came out before writing this because I wanted to see the outcome. And while my original prediction turned out to be the case, I am happy I waited to get the full picture. So let us begin.

*Sip, sip*

It all starts with acknowledging one thing: Stolas does love Blitz. Not to the full extent that he can (more on that later) but by "Master Mind," it is implied with that "always" at the end that Stolas knows he's in love with Blitz, and "worse" than that, it is not a choice. There is no "moving on" or "stepping away" from Blitz. He's fully entangled at that point and he knows it. So let's look at "Master Mind" now that we have acknowledged this.

*Sip, sip*

In "Master Mind," Stolas, still depressed as hell, does not get any warning that the imp that he is in love with is about to be publicly executed for breaking a law that Stolas helped him (and encouraged him through their original deal) to break. At that point, the executioner was getting ready and Blitz's head was damn near on the block. And just with a second to spare, Stolas steps in and essentially takes the blame for everything. Because, for Stolas, at that moment, it is not a matter of choice anymore, but sheer survival. Blitz will not be okay without Stolas' intercession at that moment. Knowing that Blitz is safe, Stolas accepts his fate. He willingly approaches the executioner's block and does not argue with the verdict though that verdict does not end up being the case.

Many have argued that the first question that Stolas asks upon his banishment was about Via; and while that is true, his first thought when he took the blame for Blitz was not about Via but about accepting Blitz's penalty as his own. There was no arguing, "Let me take the fault but please consider my daughter."

*Sip, sip*

Now, let me say this.

I understand.

I understand that in that moment, Stolas did not have time to think. I understand that he rushed to the courtroom with the only thought being "I have to save Blitz." Undoubtedly, he was also thinking about how he is partially responsible for Blitz about to be executed. It is a mixture of desperation, anxiety, panic, and guilt all culminating in a matter of seconds. The mind can only handle so many thoughts at once. In life or death, we don't tend to think about consequences. We just go into survival mode. That is what Stolas was in. Survival mode for the person that he loves that is about to die.

When that threat is neutralized, he has a moment to think about the consequences and that is when he asks about Via.

So, for Stolas it is:

Problem: Blitz is about to be executed for using MY book.

Solution: Stop that from happening by taking the blame for it.

Consequence: Blitz lives.

It is a split-second decision infused with panic and desperation.

*SIp, sip*

Now, let's look at his banishment. The adrenaline starts to fall. Blitz is safe. Stolas is going to live but the stars won't talk to him anymore. Not for another 100 years. He has just been stripped of his titles, his power, his home. Everything. All of this swirling in his mind, him being given a moment to now think about the consequences since that life/death threat has been removed, Stolas is sort of locked in autopilot blur.

It is when he sees Blitz and Loona that it clicks.

"I just lost Via."

This is the way, I believe, that minds work in such high-stakes situations. It is not a question to me: Via is the number one most important person in Stolas' life. I would never argue against that.

In the execution moment, he did choose Blitz over Via---willing to die for Blitz. But only because, in the moment, it was NOT a matter of Blitz or Via. It was a matter of "I have to save this person by any means necessary" stuck on repeat until it happened.

*Sip, sip*

In "Sinsmas," the reality of it all starts to sink in. Not only does he spend the entirety of the episode pinning for a lick of attention or acknowledgment from Via, but he also has a mental break in which he openly admits to himself that throwing himself into that courtroom and so openly being willing to die for Blitz was stupid. Not because Blitz wasn't worth rescuing but because he didn't think it through. He sobs not only over the fact that he lost Via, but also over the fact that he lost everything else! His house, his money, his status, his daughter are all being occupied by his abusive ex-wife and her obnoxious brother who almost had Blitz executed. Via is the final straw. He could handle everything else but not being able to see Via is something that he just cannot accept.

*Sip, sip*

Via's feelings are valid too. Although, misguided to some extent. Her song did an excellent job at showing what she thinks of Blitz. And she has every reason to think that way. Blitz is the one who "ruined" her parents' marriage in her opinion (it was ruined from the get-go but in Via's mind, it was Blitz), got her dad to openly accept public execution in his stead, leaving her behind. Blitz is the one Stolas "leaves" his family for. He is this dark, manipulative spirit, there to just destroy.

And then we see a glimpse into how Blitz views Via; as a potential addition. As a wanted addition. No, they don't interact much. And in regards to ruining Stolas' marriage, season 1 Blitz would not care at all. "Sinsmas" Blitz, when Via points him out at the end, looks down in shame. He knows he did damage, that he is partially to blame for this falling out between Stolas and Via. And he is ashamed. Where there was once indifference to Via, Blitz's (come on, guys, we're there at this point) love for Stolas has altered how he sees Via. She could be another daughter. Another addition to the family he yearns for. That is why she is in his vision. They see each other so differently because they are just on opposite sides of the situation.

It's tragic and beautiful and fantastic storytelling.

Because it's real.

*Sip, sip*

Because neither of my parents are horrible people. They are incredible people. But my mom took "happy pills" and my dad worked all the time. And they stayed for me just as Stolas stayed for Via. And my mom drifted towards someone else and my dad secluded himself into his work. And before long, I blamed a stranger for my family falling apart. And I blamed another for making sure it never repaired itself.

But my stepdad saved my mom.

And my stepmom saved my dad.

My family wasn't broken because of strangers. It was never whole to begin with. My parents just weren't meant for each other, and I see that now. My step-parents are additions in my holiday visions like Via is in Blitz's, though they started off as malicious shadows in my childhood like Blitz is in Via's song.

And just as it did not take me 100 years to figure this out, I do not think it will take Via a 100 either. She already knows about her uncle's hatred towards her father. Her mother is openly antagonistic towards them having any relationship and so there is no "hiding it" anymore.

*Sip, sip*

Via will come around. I think Blitz is going to have to help that along. Loona too. But she will. Because she still loves her dad. Because Stolas will never stop trying. Because Blitz loves Stolas, so he'll try too.

*Sip, sip*

And on the note of Stolas and Blitz; Stolas is not falling out of love with Blitz. Stolas, I think, is starting to feel a more genuine love for Blitz. While he was in love with Blitz prior to this episode, it is the fact that he no longer idolizes Blitz (starting around "Apology Tour") that he is able to communicate better with Blitz and is pulled into the reality of what being in love actually is; it is not the fantasy he wrote about in his journal, nor is it a rom-com. It's raw and challenging, and the people you love are going to piss you off and fuck up from time to time. But they'll give you a couch when you need it, make you breakfast in bed, catch rats in an alley for you, get you a job, and they may even slay an ice dragon for you. That doesn't mean the love is less or fading. It is becoming more real; he's not falling in love with idolized Blitz. He's falling in love with genuine Blitz---the true Blitz that Blitz himself did such an expert job at hiding for so long.

Likewise, Blitz is falling in love with Stolas. We saw it in "Master Mind." Not with just the song lyrics, but also in that Blitz does not question Stolas' insults towards him nor does he object to them---because he knows Stolas does not mean it. And when Stolas takes the fault, it finally sets in for Blitz that this prince, this Goetia, really does care no matter how hard Blitz pretends he did not or truly believed he did not. And that is why Blitz brings Stolas home and takes care of him. Best believe he is going to worship the ground that bird walks on! This humbling on Blitz's part, not Stolas', allows Blitz to better communicate with Stolas too! Allows Blitz to put more effort into the relationship now that he knows, without a doubt, that a relationship is possible and worth fighting for with Stolas.

*Sip, sip*

Stolas feels incredible grief and depression. You can't quit "happy pills" cold turkey. It tends to make the symptoms worse. Stolas lost everything---he lost Via. So even though all his dreams with Blitz are coming true, at what cost? Stolas feels guilt. He smiled and laughed and danced right after he accepted that Via is (in his mind) going to forget all about him. He did these things with the man he unintentionally threw all those things away for.

It is guilt that keeps Stolas' hands at his sides at the end of the episode. Guilt that has him so somber in the eyes and keeps the smile from his face.

It is guilt that has him looking up at the stars that once whispered to him---now silent for a hundred years.

*Sip, sip*

Merry Sinsmas everyone.

And have a happy new year!

Cheers.

*Sip, sip*

[sadhornydemons]

You gotta wonder..What are the events that lead to Via and Blitz having each other as contacts on their phones?

Blitz had Stolas in his phone as early as the first episode, probably out of Stolas' persistence in the aftermath of stealing his book. One might assume, maybe one day Stolas grabbed his phone; "Blitzy, let me add my daughter to your contacts!" which could be slightly odd, but not completely ooc in his mannerisms.

Having it labled: "Via (Stolas Bird Daughter)"..(how many different species of daughters do you think Stolas has, Blitz?!) seems like Blitz added it, or at least edited it later.

I could see, during the events of Seeing Stars, Blitz would have a good reason to add her as a contact. (assuming Stolas was already trying to call Via's phone prior to everyone trying to find her. I'm assuming a lot of stuff that isn't shown just so everything will make sense) By why Via?

And circling back to Seeing Stars, how or why does Via know where the IMP office is, or that her dad's book is there?

Obviously Stolas knows the location, he shows up at the office next. Did he have to explain to her one day, "Oh no, I don't have the book...uh, you remember our Loo Loo Land bodyguard? Well, he's borrowing it for his business..Oh say, why don't we pay him a surprise visit?"

Back to the original phone issue at hand, I can't see Stolas grabbing Via's phone to add anything (Stolas: "Oh, there's a message on your phone saying to click this link for a 'Mal-icious surprise!" Via: "Dad, no."). Going back to headcanon land, even if Blitz attempted to call her during the events of Seeing Stars and she answered, I'd see her blocking the number after finding out who it was instead of saving.

And Via already had the contact labeled "Dad (Calling From Shitty Bodyfriend's Phone)," (note the use of parentheses in both cases) complete with picture of Stolas in his This-Is-As-Dressed-I'm-Getting-Robe. If she hadn't blocked Blitz's number before, maybe she did find the number and edited it after her father was banished, knowing he didn't have access to his phone and that would be the only way he could contact her.

That's probably the most likely option I can find. Unless Stolas did manage to call her from Blitz's phone one day (prior to the events of Ozzie's). Again, I'm struggling to find a reason for that. "Via, it's daddy! Did you remember to take the reading materials for that history assignment to your mothers?", Via: "Where are you calling from?!" Stolas: "Oh, I just had to borrow Blitzy's phone while mine is...unavailable." Blitz: "I really didn't think it would fit up there."

There just seems to be a lot of character development or events unseen. Which makes sense, the show doesn't have time to show every stinkin' detail, while focusing on all the main cast. But some of these missing pieces might give more reason to why Blitz already feels bonded to Via, in addition to his relationship with her father, but despite them only sharing scenes in two prior episodes.

[lionwitch]

Tim Drake Edits Reality

Hear me out. Tim Drake has always loved photography, that's wildly accepted and known. But what if he has powers too?

What if whatever Tim edits into his pictures becomes the truth?

The first time it happened, Tim was just starting his photography hobby. His parents bought him a camera and he was so exited! He took a picture of his mom's Rosebush, a single rose in the entire bush, half Withered.

Tim found the picture beautiful, and he started messing with photoshop, editing the withered flower back to the bright red it used to be. He decided it looked lonely and sad, the bush dry and the rose edited to be lively but alone in the middle. So he edited the dry areas of the bush back to the lively green and more roses in it. The picture looked very different from the original, but it was beautiful. Satisfied, he saved the end result.

That afternoon, when he walked through the garden, the very same dry rosebush he photographed looked just like his edited picture: lively, with rich colors and plenty of roses.

It made no sense, but he ignored it.

He kept taking pictures and editing them, though the changes were small, like the lighting and all that. Sometimes he made small changes, and he definitely noticed them and thought it was weird, but didn't quite connect the dots. He was kind of in denial. He couldn't be a meta or anything! Right?

And then his parents left for a few months and he was lonely, but he didn't want to admit it. And at school everyone was talking about their pets, and he messed up and lied. "I just adopted a Border Collie puppy!" he lied, thinking that would be it, people would forget, he would get out of the awkward situation (why did everyone have pets?) and nothing would happen. Well turns out, everyone wanted to see his puppy.

So Tim came home and prepared his camera, in his trusted tripod to look like it had been taken by someone else, and took pictures of himself, a whole photoshoot, with his arms stretched like carrying a dog, and then sitting like he was playing with it.

He searched for a perfect Border Collie puppy, one who had a whole photoshoot just for that one, so he could be sure the pictures were coherent and no one would question them. He carefully edited them and memorized every feature of his supposed dog in case anyone asked, to keep his story straight. Once satisfied, he sent them to those who asked for pictures, and received plenty of "cute dog!" compliments. It had taken him all day, so he went to bed almost immediately after, already past midnight.

He woke up to the very same blue eyed fluffy Border Collier puppy he edited into his pictures, licking his face, the same blue harness and leash hung on his door, and even the bed and bowls he put in the background were on the corner of his room now.

He freaked out, of course, but the small pup didn't seem all that worried. And apparently he now had a puppy? Well, he's always wanted one. He named her Frankie, because her multiple colors and patterns clashed like Frankenstein's monster, like she had been made for from mismatched parts.

He loved Frankie. She was so smart! And Frankie was quite loyal and enamored by him, too. He was her whole world, and she was his heart, his companion and confidant, his best friend and ally in his too-big house.

He did decide to experiment though. He needed more research.

When a boy at school picked on him, he edited his picture bald, and that same day his father shaved his hair. He tried again with another boy who picked on Jason (Jason doesn't know Tim exists yet, but Tim keeps an eye out for him), editing his hair bright barbie pink, and this time he added a date to the corner, writing the date of a week ago, two days before the pictures for his football team were taken.

When Tim saw the football team's pictures displayed at school, the boy had pink hair in them, that he didn't yesterday. He asked around, if the pictures looked different to anyone else.

"yeah, I don't know what persuaded him to dye his hair pink before picture day and the tournament."

"I asked him two days ago, he said he lost a bet."

Two days ago. Tim's mind was reeling. He asked the boy himself when he dyed his hair, and he replied with the date Tim edited on the corner of the picture.

Did Tim just... Edit reality?

He later uses this power to his advantage on patrol, and before that while watching the Bats.

Jason is surrounded? He takes a picture and edits a few goons out of it quickly. They aren't there when he looks up.

Shit Joker escaped? He doesn't have the energy to deal with it right now. He edits tonight's date on a picture of Joker sitting peacefully in his cell and a few more guards for good measure.

His family doesn't understand why he takes a small discreet camera on patrol in his utility belt

[orienteddreamerrr]

My thoughts on the Sonic movie! (⚠️If you come across this and haven’t seen it, I’m sorry, SKIP ME! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!! But if you have, I know you have so many questions…so do I!!⚠️)

OMGGGGGG!!!! This movie was awesome! I have no words! But I am sad about Shadow’s death…sacrificing for the betterment! But seeing Sonic go super again made me feel nostalgic…but seeing Shadow go super also made me feel like I was going crazy! They working together made me feel tingly inside! Lol…but hey working together to save a lot of people??? They did the right thing!

THE END CREDITS!!! OMLLLLL!!! THEY INTRODUCED AMY!!! YOU WILL DEF SEE ME GO TO THE THEATERS AGAIN FOR THE 4TH ONE!!! YAAAAAASSSS!!!

Sorry the hype was real! My rating for this movie? 10, 10, 10!!!

Down below under the cut are some pictures I took of going and…A CYBERTRUCK IN THE WILD!!

[yeshihellodani]

Thank you so much for the people that warned me you really saved my skin 🙏🙏😭

I'm gonna post screenshots of how it went so people can identify if someone is trying to scam you

This is the account that tried to scam me, now checking their account it seems to be newly created

They asked if i could send them a picture of my inbox and spam, which i obviously did not do, so if someone asks you the same DON'T DO IT

The info that i gave them was not compromisng so they couldn't access to anything

Guys is this a scam?

Okay a little bit of context, someone is asking me to do a commission for them, which I said okay, they told me if I could draw their child's pet, which I had no issue, however they offered me 200 usd, I initially said no bc that's not the range i usually charge, but they said they'd be willing so i said okay

Now they sent me a screenshot where it shows they payed the amount (they asked me to give them my paypal gmail to just deposit it, which i didn't found odd because its not the first time someone rathers to pay me this way instead of me sending them an invoice) but the money they supposedly deposited hasn't reflect on my account yet

Now i told them this and they said i should check my inbox, i check my inbox and still nothing, then they said to check my spam...which is weird

This is what the spam looks like, and well, i find it weird that PayPal asks me to deposit 400 usd in order for the 200 usd to be able to be sent

Also that the domain of said email is off...

[fairsweetlonging]

thinking about crowyuan saving liu qingge from his qi deviation and disappearing before he can fully wake up so he won't be recognized (him being a demon and all), but it causes liu qingge to accidentally mistake him for shen qingqiu.

there is a massive fight during the next peak lord meeting, with liu qingge accusing shen qingqiu of saving his life and not taking responsibility for it as if it's a war crime, while shen qingqiu keeps denying he had anything to do with it and if he had saved liu qingge, he'd be rubbing it in his face every chance he got.

it escalates and escalates until liu qingge, red with embarrassment and anger, points at shen qingqiu and says "you were cradling me in your arms!" and shen qingqiu explodes.

mu qingfang tries to calm them down by saying that perhaps liu qingge hallucinated, which is not uncommon for a qi deviation, but that sets off some of the other peak lords who now start teasing him for "dreaming of shen qingqiu coming to rescue him", and of course that only makes it worse.

liu qingge refuses to let it go and starts bringing shen qingqiu his victories to try and pay off his debt, because he is an honorable man and he will not let shen qingqiu get away with this!!

meanwhile shen yuan is watching it from a distance wondering whether he made it better or worse by stepping in.

[abessive-art]

The Penumbra Podcast

[eldritchxembers]

Jack chuckled at Dimi’s comment, his grin wide and his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, he really did say that," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "As sure as my name’s Jack." He was completely at ease, this was his element - it was what he was good at and good for -- finding people and focusing all of his attention on them, so he could learn about them.

When Dimi teased him about finding a handsome man to hang his hat on, Jack raised an eyebrow, enjoying the flirtation. "Well, if you think I’m cute, I’m sure there’s someone else around here who’s even more so," he said. "But no promises." Jack laughed when Dimi mentioned compliments going to his head. "I’ve got more where that came from," he said. "But if just the couple I've given you have you like this -- maybe I should save some compliments for next time."

Of course then, Dimi was talking about going the cowboy route, and when Dimi brought up wearing chaps, Jack’s grin widened. "Oh, you’d rock 'em," he said, his voice full of honest glee. "Chaps could definitely be your thing." He let his eyes roam over Dimi briefly before adding, "Just... don’t wear 'em too tight, alright?" The flirtation was light but genuine, and Jack was enjoying every second of it.

Jack pulled Dimi a little closer, his hand resting comfortably at his waist as they continued to move together. "You’re not half bad for someone who was stiff at first," Jack teased, leaning in closer to whisper in Dimi’s ear, his breath warm against his skin. "Next time, grab any old stranger and dance with them, I think you'd have fun." It was when Dimi mentioned photographing him, that Jack’s eyebrow quirked, clearly intrigued. "You want to take pictures of me?" he asked, his voice full of playful curiosity. "Little Ole' Me? Just a drifter fresh off the train? Hell's bells ... that sounds like a good time... but not sure what you'd get out of professionally. Personally though - I have ideas."

But Dimi was right; they needed to sit and drink, so they made their way to the bar, the atmosphere between them light and full of energy. Jack sat down next to Dimi, glancing at him with a teasing grin. "Rum and Coke - heavy on the coke, light on the rum," he said. "I still need to figure out how to get to the Inn after this. I have a bed there, but - I found the bar first. So, here I've been. All the regulars here have been so chatty and welcoming... so, what about you Dimi -- new in town or full of stories from growing up in this little, strange town?"

"Your dad really said that?" Dimi asked, an amused smirk on his face. "He must be a cool guy then. Don't get me wrong, when my dad found out I was bisexual, he was totally on board with it. But he never had sayings like that - your father is a wise man." Dimi was glad to have casually worked into conversation that he was receptive to whatever was happening here, even if it was just innocent flirting. Jack was cute and funny, and Dimi was definitely enjoying the conversation with the man. "If you're looking for a handsome man to hang your hat on, I'm sure we can find someone here," Dimi teased, pretending to look around the bar before turning back to Jack and laughing. "Sugar?" Dimi asked, smirking once more. He kind of liked how that sounded. "You're full of compliments tonight," Dimi went on. "Careful because it might go to my head." Adjusting the hat slightly, Dimi asked, "Do you think I should go the full cowboy route? Chaps and the whole deal?" Yes, Dimi wanted to put the image of himself in chaps into Jack's head. It was a little shameless, but only a little.

Once on the dance floor, Dimi was feeling a little self-conscious. He started off stiff, trying to find his rhythm, but Jack had a way of making him feel more comfortable. Soon he was falling into line a little bit with the other man, loosening up a bit, and it helped that Jack was touching him. There was definitely some heat between them. Whether or not it would go anywhere remained to be seen, but even if nothing happened, it was still nice to flirt and talk with a handsome man. For Jack's part, he was moving with so much grace, like he'd done this a million times, and Dimi was transfixed; there was something about the way the man moved his body that was so enticing, and for a moment he stopped dancing and just watched. Yeah...Dimi was in trouble.

They kept dancing and talking until eventually Jack grabbed his hand, moving in close. Dimi had a few inches on the man, and he turned to face him, looking down into his eyes and smiling. They weren't quite dancing anymore, not line dancing at least, but Dimi didn't much care right now. "Photographer, yeah," he confirmed. "Well my passion is more landscapes and the natural moments. Basically I like capturing images of things the way they really are, finding beauty in the reality of things. But admittedly photoshoots for things like weddings and graduations and other special events is what pays the bills." Dimi laughed, and he did like taking those kinds of photos. It just wasn't his favorite thing. "What about you, Jack?" Dimi asked, looking at the man and smiling still. "Would ever want me to photograph you?" Dimi was pretty sure he could find the beauty in Jack without even trying.

After they danced for a bit longer, Dimi was feeling much more fluid in his motions, and he was having a good time with the other man. Still, the dance floor wasn't the best place to have a conversation, so Dimi asked, "Do you want a drink? I'll buy?" And then he grabbed Jack's hand, warming to the touch, and he led him back to the bar. Sitting in a stool, Dimi asked, "What are you having?"

[mobius-m-mobius]

#letting time pass

Loki S2 (2023) // Good Omens S2 (2023)