#first work in this fandom

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU) Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Loves Charles Rowland, Charles Rowland Loves Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Getting Together, Post-Canon, POV Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, POV Charles Rowland (DCU), Alternate Universe, just to cover my bases, Not Beta Read, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Needs a Hug, Autistic Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, I haven’t actually seen the show yet but shhh, the other characters are not in it bc idk enough abt them im so sorry, this is not my finest work but hopefully it appeases the writing demon Summary:

Edwin and Charles try to figure out their relationship to one another and their respective queerness in their own ways. It’s only natural that leads back to one another.

Or: Edwin goes to a gay bar to try and figure out how to be gay even when your crush rejects you. Charles is concerned.

[spacecadettt]

first work for jrwi!!!

finally finished the first chapter of my jrwi oneshot work :) pls enjoy

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

Please Pick Up The Phone

I come bearing House M.D. fanfiction.

Summary: Season 5 Episode 24 fic where Wilson reflects on his relationship with House and what's led them to this point.

Word Count: 1078

Warnings: Addiction mention

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Wilson should… he should say something.

House has been uncharacteristically silent since Cuddy led him into Wilson’s office. Since the door opened without warning, followed not by House asking some insane question while sticking one foot up on the desk, but by Cuddy dressed head to toe in professional concern, by House, looking haggard and empty, hardly able to meet Wilson’s eyes.

Even when Cuddy began to explain, House was silent, only occasionally offering confirmation to some statement or question when it was directly requested of him. For the most part, he looked out the window. Ever so often, Wilson found himself following his gaze, glancing over at the lush trees and blue skies. Whatever House found so compelling, Wilson couldn’t grasp it.

Even the last conversation they had, when they got into the car, had been lackluster. “You got everything?” Wilson asked as he closed the door, starting to yank his seatbelt in place. House just nodded. “You ready?” he tried again, turning his keys for the car to rumble to life. Another nod. “Great.”

He drums his fingers on the wheel. Not to any sort of rhythm or beat; there’s no music in the car, just to release some of the nervous energy he can feel jittering around in his veins. Maybe he should play music, just to break the silence, just to have something to cut through the depressing mist that has cloaked his friend. He’s halfway made up his mind, one hand nearly leaving the wheel, but then he sees House out of the corner of his vision and… nevermind.

House is looking outside the window again, at the drops of rain that have collected on the glass. For a moment, he looks over at Wilson, and there it is. His chance to end the quiet, to say something, anything.

He keeps his eyes on the road.

They sit in silence.

More rain drips down from the sky, and Wilson turns on his windshield wipers, the rubber groaning against the glass with each inelegant swipe. There’s a wedding going on, right about now, and Wilson vaguely wonders if it’s raining there. It’s hard to imagine, the gloomy clouds and damning drops spoiling such a perfect event. He thinks the rain is right where it belongs.

Cuddy had apologized before he left, expressed her sympathies that he had to miss the wedding. Wilson had just stared at her incredulously.

“The wedding?” he’d echoed. “Oh, I don’t care about the wedding. I mean-” He cut himself off with a sigh. “Of course I care, tell them I’m sorry I can’t make it. It’s just…”

She saved him the labor of having to finish his sentence. “You care about House more.”

Wilson nodded.

“I’ll give them your congratulations.”

He can see the building now. It looks… imposing, honestly. The dead trees and grim clouds do little to help the image, but even without them, it’s hard to imagine a pleasant interior to the building's cold brick and intimidating breadth. It begins to swallow up the whole of Wilson’s view, the closer they approach.

You want this. He has to remind himself as he brings the car to a stop. You’ve wanted House to get help for years. Cuddy has wanted House to get help for years. Anyone who has ever known House has wanted him to get help for years. And now he wants it too.

They both get out of the car; House first, and then Wilson right after. He grabs House’s single bag from the backseat, and holds out a hand for the rest of his friend’s belongings. A wallet and the watch Kutner gave him are all Wilson has to take. He holds them carefully as he offers out the bag, and the trade is complete.

House slides his cane off the back of Wilson’s car, leaning his weight against it once it’s in his hand. Their eyes meet, and if Wilson is going to say anything, then now is the time. He wishes he had the words, but he doesn’t. House looks back up at the building, and then he’s walking away.

Wilson turns to watch him go, reminding himself yet again that this is a good thing. That this is better for everyone, better for House most of all. That just because goodbyes are bittersweet doesn’t mean they should never have them.

House turns, right before the doors close, to look back at Wilson. It feels like a last chance, to do something, to say something. He feels like he’s back in college, and the phone on the nightstand is ringing but he just doesn’t have the energy to pick it up. He can’t even summon a smile for his friend.

House looks away before the door swings closed.

Wilson is left standing alone, in the middle of the street.

The wallet and watch feel so heavy in his hands all of the sudden. He tucks them away into his pocket before slowly turning and heading back to his car. He just feels so… drained, as he pulls the door shut and clicks his seatbelt into place. Everything action weighs down on him, impossibly heavy, pinning him in place. Wilson rests his head in his hands, takes a deep, shuddering breath.

This is good.

His friend needs help. His friend is getting that help. His friend… his friend hallucinated his dead girlfriend. His friend delusionally thought he had sex with Cuddy. His friend stuck a knife in a socket and nearly killed himself. His friend cheated last time he was in rehab because he couldn’t handle the pain. House had… Wilson never should’ve let it get this far.

Maybe the phone had been ringing the whole time, and he’d just never picked it up. Or maybe he’d picked it up, but then given up and hung up again. Maybe he’d picked it up and said all the wrong things, and House just hung up anyway.

Wilson wipes away tears that have yet to fall away from his eyes, stifling sobs. This is ridiculous. He needs fucking House here to tell him he’s being ridiculous. To tell him there’s no point in sitting in his car, crying and blaming himself. To tell him to go home.

He twists his keys, and starts the car.

Maybe the phone was never ringing at all. Maybe Wilson was just stuck listening to the ringback tone, waiting for House to pick up.

He’s glad House finally did.

[o0kawaii0o]

"Link, you must find me"

!! Spoiler version under cut !!

The Dragon's Tears

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

"Yagami Light as a youtuber would probably plagiarise" WRONG Yagami Light is insanely intelligent and looks down on literally every single other human person, he would rather stab himself in the eye than using the works of someone else - someone who can't be anything but beneath him. Pre-Death Note youtuber!Light would make long-ass videos about Everything Wrong With Society with completely unhinged takes about how xyz small innocuous thing is responsible for gang violence with numbers* to back it up.

"Light would plagiarise" get the fuck out of here.

*numbers which he completely twists to his own bias - without even knowing it because he thinks way too highly of himself

[heartless-aro]

People when a character is aromantic or aromantic coded: Wowie! They’re aroACE! Because they aren’t interested in romance! Look at how aroace they are!

People when a character is aroace or aroace coded: Isn’t it cool that this character is asexual? Asexual icon! They’re such great asexual representation :)

[zhelin-thames]

Now pay interest - 10% per year

Masterpost

As the Bat-family processed what had just happened, Jason was already plotting.

“So,” Jason began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “does this mean we have a ghost King in the family now? Because I’ve got so many questions.”

“Focus, Todd,” Damian snapped, though his own curiosity was evident in his furrowed brow. “That... entity was clearly powerful. Father, why did you not inform us of this connection sooner?”

Bruce didn’t even glance up from his computer. “It was irrelevant.”

“Irrelevant?” Dick exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “A glowing ghost guy just popped out of a portal in our cave to collect a debt, and you think it’s irrelevant?”

Tim, typing furiously, pulled up the mission logs from Bruce’s early years. “Okay, I think I found the mission in Prague where this all went down. It says here... wait. Danny wasn’t just some guy you ran into. You trained with him in the League of Assassins?”

Steph leaned over Tim’s shoulder to read. “Wait, what?! He’s an assassin ghost King?”

Jason let out a low whistle. “This just gets better and better.”

Duke raised his hand, hesitant. “Uh, just a thought… if he’s the Ghost King, doesn’t that mean he has control over, like, all ghosts? Including... uh, Lazarus Pits?”

Everyone froze. Slowly, they all turned to Bruce, whose expression darkened slightly.

“Yes,” Bruce admitted reluctantly.

“Holy crap,” Jason said, leaning back with a stunned look. “He’s the reason the Pits freaked me out after I came back, isn’t he? I thought it was just the resurrection thing, but you knew he was tied to them!”

Bruce’s silence was answer enough.

“I want to meet him,” Cass signed firmly.

“Seconded,” Duke added. “He seems cool.”

“No,” Bruce said, finally standing and cutting through the rising chatter. His tone was firm, brooking no argument. “Danny is not someone you want to get involved with.”

But before Bruce could elaborate, the room was bathed in green light again.

Danny reappeared, now sitting cross-legged in mid-air, holding what looked like a spectral clipboard. “Forgot one thing,” he announced casually.

Bruce’s glare could have burned through steel. “What now?”

Danny smirked. “I want interest. Fifteen years is a long time to wait for sixteen bucks. So let’s say... ten percent per year?”

Jason cackled as the rest of the family broke out into laughter. Even Damian couldn’t entirely suppress a smirk.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose again. “I’m not paying you interest.”

Danny shrugged, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to stick around until you do. Hope you’ve got extra space, because I’m moving in.”

The Batcave erupted into chaos. Jason and Steph cheered, Tim frantically calculated how much Bruce technically owed, and Bruce’s patience reached its breaking point.

“Fine,” Bruce growled. “But you’re staying in the guest room.”

Danny floated down, looking entirely too smug. “Deal. Now, who’s up for pizza? I’m starving.”

[koalasmashedoneucalyptus]

This has been sitting in my drafts

[tworedfish]

heya people of tumblr! tiktok didnt appreciate this much, so maybe you guys would....??? please...?

its a double layred birdhouse (i think) with two drawers and a few add-ons i made ^_^

(more photos under the cut)

and how i got thw bushes to work ^_^

[ashwii]

Man, it's been like 6 or 7 years since I've really drawn gravity falls. Welcome back, Bill.

[naturecalls111]

WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….

[thereweredragonshere]

We are NOT brushing over that little reunion scene between Hiccup and his dad in Portrait of Hiccup as a Buff Young man

LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS!!! AHHHH

And the just the whole scene of him flinging him around in the air C’MON WE ALL KNOW HICCUP SECRETLY LOVED IT

AND THE HANDS AND THE PHYSICAL AFFECTION FOR TOUCH STARVED LITTLE GREMLIN BOY ARAGAHAGAHGRRRRR

AND THIS. THIS IS MY SECOND FAVOURITE SCREEN GRAB OF ALL TIME. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE.

I HAVE AN ACTUAL ISSUE WITH PARENT CHILD RELATIONSHIPS. IT IS ACTUALLY THE CUTEDT THING EVER. AND STOICK IS FUCKING KNEELING DOWN AND HE’S STILL TALLER THAN HICCUP

[ping-ski]

eclipse and y/n are finally done!! (you can find EBY sun & moon here)

these refs aren't that much different from the old ones aside from small changes :3

(old) EBY DCA ref

(old) Y/N ref

[romatito]

realized ive never drawn portugal so..... heres joão 🇵🇹

[tullecake]

some silly metal doodles because i looooove them ^^