#fic only on tumblr

[tuulikannel]

Here’s one silly scene for you about Gakushuu having a little (Freudian) slip of the tongue, as he’s thinking about Karma (who he is not crushing on, dammit, he’s not!)

The setting: The student council of Kunugigaoka high is meeting to plan some kind of a spring event. It’s a beautiful spring day, and Gakushuu’s mind is strangely wandering. He stares out the window at the blooming plum trees and for some reason he just keeps on thinking about Akabane…

“…so, should we use the beginning of The Pillow Book for that? What do you think, Asano-kun?” one of the girls asks.

“Hmm?” He glances at her. “Well, it’s definitely a classic. Why not.”

“How does it start again?” someone asks. “Something about… early morning being the best time in the spring?”

Gakushuu sighs. How do they not remember this by heart? “Haru wa akabane,” he says.

There’s a moment’s silence. “What?” Ren breathes then.

Gakushuu frowns. Shouldn’t Ren of all people know this? “Haru wa aka—” he starts to repeat but pauses, his mouth open. What did he just say? “…akebono!” he exclaims. “Haru wa akebono! In spring, the early morning! Don’t you all know that?”

“You… did you say Akabane?” Araki asks slowly.

“Of course not! I said clearly…”

“Haru wa Akabane,” Ren says with a grin. “So spring equals to Akabane for you, huh?”

“You’ve a crush on him or something?” Seo asks, incredulous.

Gakushuu denies that quite vehemently, but in vain. Some of the girls look like they might start crying. It takes a while before they can focus on planning the event again. The idea to use The Pillow Book is scrapped.

(Okay, so, I confess: this scene is based on me suddenly forgetting the word akebono cause Akabane was the only word coming to my mind >_>)

[slighlyconfused]

Posting on AO3 is like, I'm doing this for myself, but also immediately refreshing the page every 5 seconds to see if you get any hits comments or kudos. But totally only writing for me.

[evadingreallife]

(By trope-specific i mean for example all the slash fics hosting websites, or the nsfw-only ones, etc)

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

[gothamite-rambler]

"Who do we know that did drugs? I got it!" Batman said, calmly.

Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne stood in the Batcave, looking over some data on the Batcomputer.

Dick: None of us have done drugs or made drugs, but we need someone who's versed in it. Who?

Bruce (excited, sudden realization): I got it! Call Jason!

Dick: He blocked you again?

Bruce looked a bit sheepish, but quickly recovered.

Bruce (defensive): You’re not calling him?!

Sighing, Dick reluctantly pulled out his phone and dialed Jason’s number. Jason answered, but before Dick can say a word, Bruce suddenly knocked him to the ground and snatched the phone from his hand.

Bruce: Are you still friends with Roy? We need to learn how crack is made. We’re tracking someone!

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Then, Jason started laughing—slowly at first, then breaking into fits of uncontrollable laughter. In the background, a weary sigh can be heard that isn’t Jason’s.

Jason (laughing, catching his breath): I’ll ask him. Hey Roy—

Roy (in the background, exasperated): Fuck you!

Jason (chuckling, responds to Bruce): I think he can help us.

Bruce: Oh, thank God.

Dick, now back on his feet, glaring at Bruce with a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Dick: You could’ve just asked for the phone!

Batman: Get over it.

Roy: You know I was on heroin not crack!

Batman: I will send you $6,000 if you are honest with me and tell me you at least know how it's made.

Roy (huffing as Jason laughs harder because he knows what's about to happen): Okay, you're going to need a pen.

[bluegiragi]

patience and indulgence.

early access + nsfw on patreon

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(hey i drew this comic in collaboration with the very talented author prettyunhinged, who wrote an amazing fic to go along with it!!! please leave a comment and kudos if u read it, it's so perfect >.< but also do look at the tags first lmao )

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[necrotic-nephilim]

as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.

Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.

red hood: lost days #4

And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.

teen titans (2003) #29

And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.

robin (1993) #177

batman: battle for the cowl #2

While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.

And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.

And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.

robin (1993) #182

The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.

[keferon]

The tac net crash chapter is one of my favorites so far~

Ah and. Guess what. I just discovered that including this post, I made 50 pieces of fanart for Mistakes on mistakes until.. I’m so sane and normal about this story can you tell👍

[courfee]

most of the polaroids i drew for operation walburga's arbitrary no kissing ever rule in collaboration with erins_escapism on insta who made the fic into the most beautiful bind <333

If you want to see all of 15 polaroids and also erin's binds you can find them both on my insta!! (courfee_)

[tuulikannel]

There is this song by a Finnish band I like, CMX, and it always makes me think of Gakushuu and Gakuhou. I once started writing a fic based on it, but I doubt I'll ever really finish it. So I figured I might as well post here what I've written & my thoughts about the rest of the song.

So, it's Gakushuu & his dad angst time! ^^

Three Miles North from the Crossroads of Death

“And what happens then?” Ren asked quietly.

Gakushuu blinked, raising his eyes from his book.

“What?”

“What happens… once you have done… all that?”

Gakushuu frowned. “I don’t quite understand what you mean. What happens then?” He shrugged. “Anything I want, I guess. I’ve reached my goal, I have won. What happens after… it’s ultimately irrelevant.”

Ren looked at him, something quiet and shadowy in his eyes, but then he smiled. “Yeah. I guess.” That smile… didn’t quite reach his eyes, Gakushuu thought, but the boy looked away so quickly he couldn’t quite be sure. And honestly, whether it did or not… that too was irrelevant.

Gakushuu turned back to his book. He didn’t know what had brought on that question, and didn’t really care, either. Ren was a bit weird at times, that was all.

As he walked home in the evening, that question returned to his mind. What happens then?

Gakushuu smiled a little at himself. If only Ren new… all the fantasies he had of what he would do once he finally, one day, would crush his father. Well, Ren would never know, of course. He would never talk about all that to anyone. And, he had to admit to himself, much of that was nothing but silly daydreams. The reality would most likely be something much more boring.

That too was, ultimately, irrelevant. One day he would defeat his father, for good, and then… then he’d have all he had ever wished for at his hands.

Wouldn’t he?

For some reason, the image of Ren’s eyes flashed in his mind. If he didn’t know better, he would say his friend had looked worried. The way he had looked at Gakushuu… it was as if he had seen something troubling.

Having reached his home, Gakushuu paused for a moment at the front door. Yes… once he won… he would cherish that moment. All the hard work it would take to reach it. And after that…

…well. Maybe he didn’t quite know, yet, what would come next. Perhaps, having once reached the top position, he would simply have to continue working hard to stay there. To keep his father down. That was, most likely, all that there was to it. There was no point to think of all that quite yet. No reason to let whatever had been troubling Ren about this to trouble him, too.

He took a deep breath and, trying to push away the cold emptiness inside him, opened the door.

He would reach the top, one of these days, and he would stay there. That was all there was to it. What would happen then was hardly something to fret over.

That night Gakuhou returned home quite late. Spending hours eating and drinking (mainly drinking) at a restaurant was quite ridiculous, but thinking of the deals he had managed to struck with his rather drunk business partners, it was still time well spent.

Checking on his son, he saw that Gakushuu had already retired for the night. He stood a moment in the doorway of his son’s room, watching the sleeping figure. The younger the child, the more sleep it needs, he knew that well. Gakushuu… wasn’t such a small child anymore. Perhaps he could start staying up a little bit later. Of course, he didn’t yet have so many things on his schedule he would have to take also the wee hours into use, but it would not hurt to start schooling his body to adapt to less sleep.

It was, ultimately, all about efficiency. Even a couple of hours of sleep could do a lot, as long as you sleep tightly.

Gakushuu had never really been a good sleeper. Even as a toddler he had taken a while to fall asleep, no matter how tired he was. Lying in bed but not sleeping… that if anything was a waste of time.

This boy… held the potential to be the top elite of the country, one day. Wasn’t he already that, in his age group? But he still had much room for growth. He spoke so big, of how he would someday bring Gakuhou himself down. There was still such a long way to reach that goal. If the kid was serious about that – as he better be – Gakuhou would have to make sure he’d become even more disciplined than he was now.

He was about to leave, but as he glanced once more at the sleeping boy, he couldn’t help pausing. How relaxed that face was in deep sleep, how young… all that sharpness that made Gakushuu rise above his age group lost. He remembered suddenly the little child who struggled to sleep. The patter of small feet in the middle of the night, as Gakushuu ran to him and snuggled up close.

He had been, back then, so very accommodating. Spoiling the kid, really. He should have told him to go to sleep in his own bed.

…then again, Gakushuu did always fall asleep quite fast after coming to his father, his head resting on Gakuhou’s shoulder, small hands squeezing his. And he had learned to sleep in his own bed, hadn’t he? No harm done in the long run, maybe. Certainly he would never again ran to sleep with his father, that was for sure.

Seconds ticked by, and Gakuhou stood still, watching the sleeping child.

This boy… would reach his goal someday. He would reach the top. Be strong. Not dependent of anyone or anything. He would not be someone anyone could kick down, no; he would be the one who could kick down anyone he wanted to.

He would survive, no matter what the cost.

Gakuhou stood still, watching the sleeping child.

That day would come, he knew it. And he would be so proud then – not that he would ever let Gakushuu see that. That was nothing but useless sentimentalism from his part, not something this boy – then a man – would need.

He would be so proud… so why was there something cold within him now, an empty ache that made him rub his fingers together, remembering the touch of a small hand in his own?

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And that is as much as I’ve written of this. But here’s the song (in my translation) and my thoughts about the rest of it.

I feel cold at the sheer thought of victory I feel cold thinking of the moment of reaching the goal

Those two lines are, obviously, the beginning of the fic. That’s how far I got. XD I feel that, funnily enough, these two have the same goal: Gakushuu becoming strong enough to rise above anyone, even his father. After all, isn’t this why Gakuhou is doing it all, to make sure his son (and the majority of his students) become as strong as possible?

The next part would have been about Gakuhou, quite obviously, I think:

When you’d see all your thoughts in the right light How inadequate is your love, how ignorant your knowledge

The only question is, how much would it take for him to realize this? Maybe sometimes, in the dark hours of the night when he watches his sleeping child, there is doubt within him, but does he listen to that? Certainly not, such thoughts are nothing but a weakness that needs to be suppressed.

And then we would be back to Gakushuu, who to his dismay at some point would realize how similar he really is to his father – of course he is not his father, we know this, but does he see it too? Sometimes people might look at him with similar expressions as they look at his father, and that makes him wonder.

And did I realize it only now I’m no more remarkable than you You, who I’ve always hated Despised and feared

Where does it all lead to? What is, ultimately the point of all the efforts? Sometimes, Gakushuu might start doubting it all. Just how remarkable is either of them, really…

We, two wretches Hanging side by side And after we’ve trashed our time We’re thrown into a hole

And there are times when Gakushuu despairs. He tries to hang onto his goal, but it feels impossible. How far? How far does he still have to go to reach his goal? No matter how great his achievements are, his father remains unreachable. No matter how much he struggles, nothing ever changes.

From the crossroads of death Still three more miles to the north

And even though he excels in everything, that doesn’t mean everything is easy. He keeps up the façade of perfection, but ultimately it’s only that. A façade.

Who demands for an easy song In the senseless world Where every song is difficult to sing Even if it’s only a beautiful lie

And let’s not even get into what lies within his father, all hidden under a façade not so different from Gakushuu’s (snakes, centipedes, big difference)

Who demands you to say what storms in your chest When in the twisted world of your chest There are a million snakes, tangled up.

And always, always, his father remains unreachable. How could he not? He’s decades older, he has already accomplished so much, everything Gakushuu can do, his father has done long ago. Ren is the one who points out something to him, when he is (in an uncharacteristically weak, embarrassing moment) fretting about all that to his best friend (and only to his best friend.)

Everything you do has been done Everything you see has been seen Everything you touch Has been touched by many hands But not with your hands Not with your eyes Not within you Before you do it yourself

But of course, Gakushuu being Gakushuu, he simply concludes that this means it doesn’t matter if his father has done something before him, as long as he does it better than his father.

And so he keeps on going… and going. And going. But how far?

From the crossroads of death Still three more miles to the north From the crossroads of death Still three more miles to the north To the north, to the north…

Here's the song on youtube, Kuoleman risteyksestä kolme virstaa pohjoiseen:

(about the song, the first minute and a half is kinda weird, I give you that XD)

[reginalusus]

Ah yes. When the protective dad-figure beats up the son-figure's past tormentor only for said tormentor to make a point(?), because the tormentor is the catalyst of Gotham's chaos, and seeing two pieces of the debris from said chaos come together to try and be less broken is amusing. The butt of Gotham's joke, if you will.

I just felt like illustrating a scene from a possible future Harvey-Jason-centered fic...

[potato-lord-but-not]

some of the sillies with long hair and also more human John <33

[ricochetyears]

self-promoting thursday bc this is an ao3 war and we die like regulus black (that’s a lie he’s happy and alive)

ac: sophithil

[gothamite-rambler]

He's asking the real question because Tim was a wild card when he first wanted to become a Robin

Dick: You ever think that if you had said no to Tim being the next Robin he would've become a villain instead?

Bruce spat his drink out in shock.

Bruce (between coughs): I thought I was jumping to conclusions!

Dick: Yeah, nah I love Tim, he's my brother, but... Jesus Christ this could've been an 'Incredibles' situation. So I'm glad you put aside how you usually are and let him work with you.

Bruce (confused): Thank you... Wait what do you mean how I usually am?

Dick stood up and walked off.

Bruce: The silence speaks volumes!

Dick: Don't care.

[jazstudios]

Sam gives farmer a crocheted flower bouquet because he's allergic to flowers hehe :)