#fic for me

[crimeronan]

the princess luz au titan timeline has inflicted me with a Mental Image about the super murder. now you gotta have it too.

There is a loud thud behind Belos, perhaps more of a clank, but he can't risk turning his eyes from the traitors before him, not until he's finished with them. Another thud, and the traitors freeze, their heinous gaze drawn past him. Several heavy clinks, something cracks, and the floor shakes beneath his feet. The throne room's heart beats in double time. The wretches are now distinctly looking up, and something bright forces his shadow to the far wall. Compelled, he turns around. That fool The traitor His own daughter Luz A demon wearing her face is standing there, something harsh like the sun glaring over its head. It stares at its claws in perverse fascination. The air swells as it turns them over, multicolored lights forming and dancing along in time. No, not just lights. Pictoglyphs. It swipes its arms downward, and the pictoglyphs are splattered across the floor like water from a washbasin. The thing actually giggles, and its voice is closer than any impostor he's ever heard, if only it weren't for the shuddering weight which ripped through the castle at the sound of it. The thing finally looks up. Luz meets his gaze. Her face bleeds into a frown, into a sneer, into fury, then into something cold as ice. She puts one clawed foot forward, and the ground buckles beneath her feet. Another, and the crack left behind mends itself with an octarine glint. The closer she comes, the farther away she must have been, for he cant help feeling smaller and smaller beneath her. Something new flares to life behind her horns, and if it weren't for those damning symbols, he could almost mistake it for a halo: a perfect ring of citrine light, broken only by her own silhouette and the pictoglyphs swirling along its path. After another few steps, a second ring is formed, the same symbols swirling in the opposite direction. Another step, another ring. And another. And another. And another. Soon, his entire vision is filled with them, arcing back and forth and around and around behind her, all as if to force his eyes toward her encroaching face. She comes to a stop before him, and he cranes his neck to see her wicked, fanged glower. Rage overtakes him, and he thrusts a sharp arm at her neck, but it's stopped by a blinding burst of black, inches from her face. He can't feel that arm anymore. "What is the meaning of this?!" he bellows, indignity at his daughter who would dare to defy him, to deny him not once, but twice, today alone. "You've Angered The Titan," she explains, voice like a distant eruption. The impossibly vast spell sweeps out from behind her, under her feet, under him. "You've Angered Me," she amends, a building's collapse. The spell accelerates in its turning, the pictoglyphs melt into their circles, and the circles draw themselves together, until all that remains is one solid, golden ring around his feet. "Goodbye, Father." A flash of light, and he ceases to be.

AYOOOOOO HOLY SHIT I'M KICKING MY FEEEEEEET

DOING THIS FROM BELOS POV IS SO GOOD AND YOU'VE NAILED THE NARRATION SO WELL.... that fool the traitor his daughter luz..... the shift from it to she..... this description of luz coming closer and closer..... you've angered the titan. you've angered me!!

get his ASSSSS. oh this is so fucking satisfying and good. EATING IT FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER THANK YOU....

[definitelynotshouting]

The salmon swam in a slow, lazy circle.

It would drift up, close to the shoreline, then turn, and batter once more against the world border. Sand and seagrass would stir in its wake, before settling, and the cycle would begin anew.

Grian could do nothing but watch it.

Wasn’t much else to do.

Up, shoreline, down, border.

It seemed cruel, to let this happen. To watch this salmon swim in its tiny pool of water- trapped in a loop it can’t escape.

It had been just upstream, a few days ago. It had hovered just outside the world border, before slipping inside- seemingly without even realising what it was getting itself into.

Without even realising it had doomed itself, with that one, fatal mistake.

The salmon suddenly switched, changed its path, and started looping in the opposite direction.

Down, border, up, shoreline.

Maybe it’s lonely. It’s been stuck in that section of the pool for a while, after all. Alone.

Maybe it’s hungry. Grian can’t imagine there’s much in the way of food down there. Yesterday, he gave it some bread crumbs. He only has two loaves left, now- acacia biomes never had the best land for farming.

Maybe it’s scared of Grian. He had been watching it for a good few hours today. He would be scared, too, in its place. Confused. Bewildered. Overwhelmed. Panicked.

Because it was so free, just a couple days ago. It could swim as far as it wanted up and down the riverbank, with all of its fishy friends. Now it was trapped. Alone.

Naïve little fish.

Has it even realised that its freedom is gone? That now it’s stuck here- forever powerless, under the scrutiny of a creature that won’t give it pity?

Has it even realised that despite all of its suffering, it will never gain anything?

…

Grian does not bother naming the salmon. In a few days, he will run out of bread, and the wheat will not have grown.

The salmon will be cooked crudely in a furnace, with sticks used as fuel- and Grian will ration its remains until the next crop harvest.

Then he’ll ration those crops until the next poor victim wanders in.

And then the cycle will begin anew.

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uhh same anon as the one that sent in that other snippet (minecraft soundtrack headcanon). assuming i actually remembered to send in the other one.

i dont know?? what i ate?? to write this?? like am i cooking or is it just almost 1am and i need to Go To Bed.

in my mind the parrallels and forshadowing and implications are all on a corkboard being tied together with red string. the dots, ive connected them. its been salmon all along

THIS HITS ANON I TRULY LOVE THESE SNIPPETS.... insanely flattered to be receiving them for hunger au 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it really is all about those repeating cycles, huh. Smth smth the cycle of not only violence but also loneliness and isolation. And theres something so haunting about the idea that his hunger started even before he became a Watcher

[fishandships]

Rosario is lying on their bed, huddled up into a tight ball.

Today hasn't been the best; it has drained them and left them feeling weak and emotional. It leaves them feeling empty. They didn't even have the energy to make themselves a proper meal.

But there's no need to.

Luchino arrives home. He sets his coat aside and almost immediately notices the lack of a greeting. He already knows what this means.

Without missing a beat, he cooks up a soup for his lover. A quick little meal to make sure Rosario doesn't go to bed hungry.

Luchino makes his way to the bedroom, giving it a little knock before making his way inside. He sits on the bed by Rosario, setting the soup aside.

Luchino stays quiet as he strokes their cheek and leans down, giving them a quick peck on the cheek.

"I made soup, do you want a taste?"

(I don’t know if this is what you were actually asking for but here, and sorry for the crappy writing. I’m afraid I don’t usually write stuff like this. I’m also sorry if I portrayed them wrong, both of them.)

this is SO sweet and so on-brand for them, please don't apologize, anon!!! it made me smile, this was wonderful to read 💚it's so very like Rosario to hide when they're not able to hold in their emotions, and the implication that they always greet Luchino when he comes home is Actually Canon for them i'm serious. and for Luchi to comfort them in their love language is SO lovely to think about...

thank you, anon, i'll cherish this 💚

[des-no9]

My friend wrote an absolutely amazing, beautiful, feelsy and hot fic with Lae'zel and Vanquish :>

If you've read any of my Voss/Vanquish fics you'll have seen there was some tension between Vanquish and Lae'zel over Voss in the picture and my friend wrote them well, 'working it out' so, so well and so, so hot!!!!

Please, please god enjoy

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[bluejay757]

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Jason returns to Gotham, but in between of his evil mastermind plans and managing the criminal empire, he starts working in this anonymous psychological hotline services.

And gets a call from Bruce-fucking-Wayne.

Well. It is not like Bruce announces that he is Bruce Wayne — it is anonymous, after all — but Jason knows his father's voice, alright?

'I don't need a physiological help,' his father tells him the minute he picks up the phone.

Jason... Snorts.

'Of course,' he nods, making his voice nicer. 'How can I help you?'

Bruce pauses, his breath hitching for a second; almost as if he recognized Jason's voice.

'My... my son thinks I need it, but I am fine,' Bruce insists. 'Still... I want to, well, fulfil a promise I gave... for once.'

Jason rolls his eyes, a familiar irritation flaring up in green flames before his eyes. He wonders who is this lucky son that gets to have such a diligent, responsible father - Dickhead? Tim? Damian?

'I see,' he breathes out, trying to follow a protocol of the calls. 'I am sure he will appreciate your loyalty. Will you tell him about it?'

'If he appears,' something screeches in the background, and if Jason closes his eyes, he can easily imagine Bruce leaning back on the armchair, in the Batcave. 'I... He only ever appears in my dreams, my boy.'

Jason freezes.

'Excuse me?'

'I... He is dead, my son.'

Had someone else died? Jason frowns, reaching for his phone, typing anxiously Nightwing and Robin in the search bar, trying to see if there is something serious happened; because he can't be talking about the second Robin, can he-

'I am sorry,' he blurts out, eyes drifting back to notes on the table, with some common phrases that can be used in this situation. 'I... Do you want to talk about, sir?'

Bruce is silent for a while. Jason thinks he is about to drop the call, but then, he sighs heavily on the line:

'His name was Jason. And he was the brightest boy.'

Jason mutes the microphone. He thinks he is going to vomit.

[everwalldigan]

Hear me out: Robin Dick would be the biggest Bruceman supporter and shipper.

This boy hates any of Bruce’s love interest with a passion because then his dad guardian spends less time with him and that’s obviously UNACCEPTABLE, SCANDALOUS even, so when rumours start circulating that Bruce Wayne is in a relationship with the Batman, he jumps right on the wagon.

Reporter, thirsty for a story: Mr Grayson what do you think about the rumours that Bruce Wayne is dating the Batman?

Dick: What do I think about my dads you mean? My very married very taken dads? My very faithful to each other plural dads?

He would fuel the rumours both as Robin and as Dick Grayson, punching criminals for talking bad about Wayne enterprises as Robin (“THAT’S MY STEPDADS COMPANY YOURE TALKING ABOUT!”). He would be on online forums all day talking about how Bruceman is the only Batman ship that makes sense and Doxxing people who disagree.

Bruce is so exasperated because this is happening at a time where only Alfred and Dick know his real identity so he can’t even do anything with ANYONE without making either Bruce Wayne or Batman look unfaithful.

Throw Reporter Clark Kent into the mix who has been sent to scope out the Bruceman story, who Bruce makes the mistake of flirting with at a gala. Both Clark AND dick are scandalised.

Dick, making a scene: HOW COULD YOU! BATMAN IS WAITING FOR YOU AT HOME AND YOURE HERE FLIRTING WITH SOME… SOME REPORTER??

Bruce, sighing: Dick-

Dick, tugging on Bruce’s suit and looking up at him with fake tears in his eyes: Dad, are you and dad getting a divorce? :(

Clark, panicking: NO NO THEYRE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE PLEASE DONT CRY

Meanwhile:

Bruce, crying in the corner: he called me dad

He would even go as far as insisting that Robin is his step sibling

Principal: how do you explain that whenever Robin is injured, Dick fails to show up at school the next day?

Dick: Robin and I are twins :) so when he’s injured I’m injured too and we have to stay home together!!

Bruce, whispering: I’m sorry, they’re not really twins but neither I or Bats have the heart to tell hem

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[constant-stateofdenial]

[crimeronan]

"What were you to me? I don't remember your face. I can barely remember your voice. Or what I think MAY have been your voice."

Hunters face is one of unguarded despair. Luz thinks he looks like a cross between a lost puppy and one of the soldiers from that war documentary she'd watched with Vee and mama last night.

In short he looked like total crap

The mystery boy took a long time to respond. A clear internal debate about how to answer raging across his eyes

He takes a deep breath in and looks at Luz with the kind of love and unflinching adoration she'd only ever seen from Camilla.

"I was...yours."

He looks away. Almost nervous to say the next part. Like he's not sure if it's true.

"And you were mine"

Luz lowers the knife in her hand to stare at him open mouthed

"Dude. Were we fucking MARRIED?!"

He openly snorts at that. Sitting back down on the old couch to look at her again.

" A lot of people thought so, but no. It wasn't like that."

"So what then? Oh god it wasn't some fucked up royal slave shit was it? I know I was a princess. That much is obvious"

He levels her with the closest thing to a glare he's had since he got here. She realized it was the first time he looked at her with any kind of disapproval

"No Luz. I was not your titan damn slave. Officially I was captain of your guard. But we didn't really think of it like that."

Luz lowers herself to the floor across from, the (mostly useless) knife sitting in between her knees.

"Ok ok. So how DID we think of it?"

"...we were the only people we could rely on."

okay first of all WAUGH and second of all: "dude. were we fucking married" made me CACKLE IRL. i can hear it in her voice....

hunter being so deeply offended and annoyed that even like THIS she's still worrying about his autonomy. So Good. all amnesiac luzes know is be bisexual eat human food and get anxious about their social power....

hunter being so earnest in the "i was yours" and so nervous in the "you were mine"... reoreughh. i'm chewing off my hands. luz please don't think i'm gonna be possessive and evil i just need you to know this went both ways!!

i love them. I Love Them.

thank u for this gift.

[mel-kusanagi]

they just met btw

[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

[ao3-anonymous]

What in the fanfic hell is this?? 😂😂

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead