#he's getting some love in the bug fandom and that makes me happy

[fullofvexation]

It's him it's the guy

My PC for my tuesday night DnD campaign! His name is Edmond DuBogue and he's a fancy dragonfly man.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas:

[vintagebuckybarnes]

Sandwiches And Sticky Fingers

Pairing -> Husband! Dad! Bucky Barnes x Wife! Mom! Fem! Reader

Total Wordcount -> 1.8K

Summary -> As your daughters are growing up, Bucky enjoys spending as much time as possible with his little family. Today, as the weather is lovely, he offers to have a picnic in your backyard, which is an offer you simply can’t refuse as it’ll be some welcome family time after a long week.

Tags & Warnings -> Canon compliant, stay-at-home dad! Bucky Barnes, established relationship (marriage), domestic fluff, a tiny bit of angst, references to Bucky's past (nondescriptive), mention/reference of a bad past relationship (nondescriptive), reader is nicknamed ‘Sunshine,’ no use of y/n.

Story rating -> Teen

Author’s Note -> As of right now, I officially have a tag list where you can add yourself! I will also add to the list as I write for different characters and participate in writing challenges. If you’d like to be tagged in my stories, you can add yourself to my tag list here.

Writing Prompts @fandombingo -> “There was never anyone else for me.” | Bucky Barnes @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition -> “You’re so red.”

The sun outside shines brightly, covering the entire garden and your house in a beautiful golden hue. Your husband, Bucky, is enjoying some alone time as he makes breakfast for you and himself, and two pink bottles of milk are slowly warming up in the designated machine. He’s usually up an hour or two before you, and your twin daughters, and he likes to use that time to go on a long morning run with his best friend, Steve, to burn off some extra energy that is a result of the super soldier serum pumps through his veins.

As the sunlight enters your bedroom, showering everything in a warmth that always makes you happy, you wake up before stretching out, ready to start the day. After a quick look on the baby monitor—where you see both girls still sound asleep—you grab one of Bucky’s well-worn henleys, slip it on, and bring the fabric to your nose to inhale his masculine, comforting scent. A hum falls off your lips as a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth.

Finally, you make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Bucky is humming along to some music from the 40’s, his entire body moving to the beat as he effortlessly flips the next chocolate chip pancake - your favorite.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he says as he looks over his shoulder, meeting your gaze as he does. A flurry of butterflies is going wild in your stomach, heat surging through your veins as Bucky’s eyes darken from their usual bright blue to a darker blue while the pure need for you surges through his body. Within less than five steps, he’s standing in front of you, his hands gently cupping your cheeks as he takes a moment to admire your features.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs before leaning in, his lips on yours in a captivating kiss that has you gripping his shirt tightly. Even after a few years of marriage, he still takes your breath away every single day. Bucky’s hands wander from your cheeks down to your neck, his thumbs tilting your head slightly to get even better access to your soft, pink lips, and goosebumps arise on the skin he’s touching.

“Bucky-” is all you can say, but you don’t finish your sentence as the machine warming your girls’ bottles is beeping, letting you know they’re ready to go. A wide smile spreads as you push your forehead against your husband’s, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“I love you, Sunshine, so much. Now, if you go get the girls, I’ll finish breakfast, okay?” he asks softly, and you nod before stealing a few more pecks and turning around, your hips swaying a little extra with every step. As soon as you open the door to the room your twins share, you can hear them babbling away at one another, and your heart swells with love.

“Good morning, girls! Are you two ready to get some breakfast with Mommy and Daddy this morning?” you ask as you lower the side of the crib that houses your first daughter - Isabelle - ready to scoop into your arms. She coos happily at you, and you kiss her chubby cheek as you walk over to her sister - Rebecca - scooping her up with your free arm. Thankfully, Bucky had already changed their diapers before going on his run earlier this morning, meaning you don’t have to worry about them until after breakfast. You can go straight to the kitchen as your stomach is rumbling with hunger.

“Who’s ready to go and see Daddy?!” you ask them excitedly, making Bucky smile as he hears you over the baby monitor on the kitchen counter. He lets out a content sigh as he finishes setting the table, just in time for you to walk in with your daughters. Rebecca immediately stretches her arms out to be held by Bucky, which has become their morning routine whenever you’re home.

With you being gone for work early in the morning and Bucky taking on the role of a stay-at-home dad at his request, he has been bonding with them in a way he never would have considered before meeting you. Ever since he got the chance to meet you, you have shown him what he deserves by giving it to him and more, and even though it is still a struggle some days, he now embraces his life with open arms, which is a massive help with his recovery, too.

“I’ve been thinking, what do you think of having a picnic in the backyard this afternoon? After they’ve gone down for their nap, we can spread out a blanket on the grass as we have some snacks for us, and they’ll get their bottles outside, as well,” he offers; you don’t have to think about it for even a second before you let him know you agree, and Bucky feels like he’s on cloud nine at the thought of spending the afternoon all together.

Bucky spreads a large picnic blanket in your backyard underneath a large beach umbrella to allow for shade. While you’re busy cutting up fruit in the kitchen, you suddenly get very distracted by the sight of your husband bending over in a pair of tight, black jeans that show off his backside beautifully as you start to salivate a bit at the thought of giving it a spanking or two. Then, as if he senses your eyes on him, he turns around with a quirked brow, letting you know you got caught.

In an effort to play it off like nothing happened, you go back to cutting the large, juicy watermelon you bought at a farmers market you and your twins attended after breakfast, but it’s all to no avail.

“You can’t help yourself, can you, Sunshine? Ogling innocent men as they’re just spreading out a blanket in their backyard,” Bucky purrs as he gently pushes himself against your back, his firm chest and chiseled abdomen pressed against you as his large hands rub your arms.

Why does he have to look and feel like he’s been cut out of marble? You think as you close your eyes. The way he presses against you has you wanting him more and more every second, and when his lips are leaving a trail of kisses on your neck and bare shoulder, your brain is about to shortcircuit completely. As you drop the knife on the counter, you and Bucky snap back to reality at the loud sound.

“Oh god, I-I’m sorry!” you say as heat surges through your cheeks, embarrassment and bad memories flooding your body and mind as you try to regain yourself.

“Sunshine, can you look at me for a moment?” Bucky gently asks, and you turn around after he steps back to allow you some room to move.

“It’s okay- we’re okay. I know you dropped the knife, but no one got hurt, and everyone is okay. I’m not mad,” he says reassuringly, and you can’t help but tear up a little as he says it. Before meeting Bucky, you’ve come out of a nasty relationship, and as much as you’ve shown him the life he deserves, he’s also shown you the life you deserve to live, even though it hasn’t been easy for either of you.

“Are you sure?” you ask in a small voice, and Bucky nods before extending his hand. He wants to give you the choice of being touched, and you put your hand in his before stepping into his comforting arms. As he whispers sweet words into your hair, your heart rate goes down, and the anxiety you felt earlier also leaves your body as you enjoy the moment.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you say before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek, leaving him to blush intensely at your show of affection. A goofy smile splits his face as he feels like a teenager in love who just got kissed on the cheek by their crush, and he can never get enough of feeling this way. After you’ve returned to cutting the red, juicy fruit, Bucky has gone to get the twins, changing their diapers before taking them outside, ready to enjoy the picnic.

“Look who’s there with your bottles! It’s Mommy!” Bucky says enthusiastically as you’re holding the girls’ milk bottles in one hand and a basket with containers of sandwiches and fruit in the other. As you walk over, Bucky admires the way you look like a goddess with the sun shining beautifully on you, smiling as he does. While he always knows he’s lucky to have fallen in love with someone like you, moments like this cement it for him.

“What’ve you been staring at, Handsome? You’re so red, the colors of your cheeks are rivaling the strawberries I cut up earlier,” you say teasingly as you sit down on one of the pillows Bucky brought outside, and he turns his head to Isabelle, who’s looking up at him with big, curious eyes.

“Do you hear that, Izzy? Your Mommy is teasing me and telling me I look like a strawberry! Can you believe it?!” he says with faux-offense, immediately making you chuckle as he does. In moments like this, you’re falling in love with him all over again. He’s a natural dad, and it always felt right when you talked about him becoming a stay-at-home dad. He’s doing a fantastic job raising your daughters; you can’t help but tell him exactly that.

“Bucky?” you say, grabbing his attention for a moment.

“I love you and am so happy to have married you. Before meeting you, I only thought I had met the love of my life, but nothing was further from the truth - it was only when I got to know you that I realized there was never anyone else for me. You’re my soulmate, true love, and happily ever after.”

For a moment, Bucky stays silent as he lets your words sink in; the amount of love makes his heart overflow. His mouth opens and shuts a few times as his brain desperately tries to grasp words, but he’s unable to. Instead, he leans forward to kiss you, a soft moan slipping from your lips as he does. The kiss is unhurried, soft, and perfect, but you’re pulled out of the kiss when you feel something sticky and wet smeared on your arm.

“Oh, what’s that?! Did you get ahold of one of the strawberries?” you ask as you look down at Rebecca, who’s squeezed one of the juicy fruits before smearing it onto your arm. A deep laugh emerges from your husband’s chest, and you can’t help but laugh with him. What started as a sweet moment has become a core memory for you and your husband, genuinely making it a day never to forget.

Masterlist -> Bucky Barnes Masterlist

GIF: Source -> All the other graphics are made by @vintagebuckybarnes

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It Had To Be You

Part 4

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

This is part 4 to my ongoing series.

Here’s the last part

AN: guys I need to tell you that I am literally writing everything on my phone. Everything!! Editing, formatting, finding pictures. I also just started writing and using this format a couple weeks ago so please forgive me. I’m so jealous of all the other creators in this fandom who have really well put together layouts, with borders, gifs and alt text. I literally don’t know how to link or make a Masterlist or tag yall so if anyone would be willing to help out, I’d appreciate it and be grateful 4 u 4ever. Love yall, you keep me inspired!!

TW: age gap relationship, babies, pregnancy, cheating, fighting, yelling, kissing, medical setting. Let me know what else I’ve missed!

—

“Please, Andi, talk to me. Please.” Robby follows you into the break room. You’re trying to ignore him, no matter how hard he’s persisting. You haven’t responded to a single call, text, or peace offering.

You still ignore him now.

“You dyed your hair.” He says to the back of your head. He’s trying to incite you with anything.

You did dye your hair, back to black. Well, not back to black, more as you had time to dye it black again. You’d had box dyed black hair until your third year of medical school where you officially gave up on touching up your roots and let your natural hair have its time. As long as you’d known Robby you’d had your natural dark brown and honey toned hair.

“There’s a strawberry filled donut I stashed for you in the fridge. I know strawberry is your favorite.”

It is.

He sits down at the table behind you now. He’s never done this before and he’s grasping at straws. He’s never had to try so hard for someone. He’s never tried so hard to regain control of a situation. Coming to the end of the chapters on the novel he’s currently working through called ‘How to Not Force Your Sub To Do What You Want When You’ve Fucked Up’

It’s almost cute. Fuck these hormones. And you were barely into your second trimester. You’re so, so insanely mad at him. He kissed someone else! And not just someone else but his ex girlfriend someone else. And okay, she did kiss him first. Ugh, were you softening that much? You were so lost. You were so sad. You needed someone. But you didn’t wish to need someone. You couldn’t help it.

“Do you want me to run to that good Chinese food spot up the street and get your usual? Egg drop soup, cashew shrimp and steamed rice?”

Somehow that sounds both outrageously delicious and nauseating.

He’s wearing you down, you didn’t know how much more you had to fight it.

This was Michael Robinavitch. Yes, he made a mistake. A huge mistake. And it really freaking sucked. But this is also the same Michael who’s made you fall in love with him, inside this hospital and outside in restaurants, parks, movie theaters, your apartments. He brought you chicken noodle soup on your seldom sick days. He’d buy tickets for the upcoming horror movie he knew you’d be dying to see and would take you on a date night even if it meant seeing a 2 hour long movie starting at 9 pm when he had to be up at 5 am. He’d truly do anything to make you smile, making you happy, make your head spin, make you laugh, make you cry. He’d single handedly touched every single crevice of your being and never let go. He was a part of your being, whether you wanted him to be or not.

He finally stands up out of his seat when the last doctor leaves the room and walks toward you.

“Andi, I’m begging you. I have no idea how clean this floor is but I will literally get on my hands and knees and beg you to talk to me. I promise you I’ll do it.” He says as he slowly starts bending to his knees. He has a bad knee that still bugs him sometime so he does some slight wincing as he descends.

Who knows if it’s the baby hormones, the exhaustion, the loneliness, or just the plain fact that you’ve loved this man for almost a decade and you’re now carrying the child you made when you were hopelessly and endlessly in a rose tinted magic bubble.

Yup, definitely the pregnancy hormones.

“Michael, stop. Get up. You’re embarrassing yourself.” You turn around to face him. He quickly comes back up to eye level with you.

“Andi, please. I will go to the ends of this earth for you to forgive me. Actually I know that will take time and I’ll do whatever I need to do so, but at least, right now, let me back in. I will say it in as many languages as you understand, I’m sorry.” He’s close to you. You can tell he’s trying his damndest to not touch you. He’s fighting hard against his basic instinct to grab hold of you and pick you up and hold you and never let go. But he knows he can’t.

Your arms are crossed and you’re giving off cold signals. He can read you like a medical chart he’s seen a hundred times before. You both know you can’t hide your feelings to each other. It’s been way too long, you’ve been a part of each other for who knows how long before you realized it yourselves.

“Michael.” You say, uncrossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

“Okay.” You finally say.

“Okay? Okay? Okay! Okay!” He repeats as if it’s the first time he’s ever hearing this word.

“I have an OB appointment upstairs today. I wasn’t going to say anything, but if you can make it, you can come.” You offer. It’s small, you know, but it is his baby you’re carrying after all.

He lights up with this. “Yes. Yes of course I’ll be there. Thank you.”

—

“Theres your baby!” The ultrasound technician decrees, pointing to the grey screen in front of her. Robby is at your side admiring it.

“Looks like you’re about 12 weeks, but baby is big. Congratulations again!” She says gliding the wand over the cold gel on your belly.

She presses a few more buttons on the machine and takes the wand off, wiping your belly with a towel and help you sit up. She reaches behind the machine and rips paper, coming back up with 3 white squares, offering them to you. She smiles and says, “Well, here’s pictures for the happy parents! Make sure you make your next appointment before you leave and take your prenatal and drinks lots of water.” She pauses as she says the last part, recognizing you’re both still in black ER scrubs. “Andrea, when you’re forcing yourself to be on your feet for 8+ hours at a time, against doctors orders, at least wear compression socks and keep your blood sugar up.” You smile and both say thanks as she steps out of the room.

You both sit there in silence, Robby standing up to come next to you.

“That’s our baby.” He whispers, almost to himself.

“Here, take one.” You say as you’re ripping the bottom ultrasound picture off, handing it to him. He immediately reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, stashing it away in there.

You really had a baby growing inside you. I mean, you saw the pregnancy test, and later the blood test. You want this. It’s just a shock. You have a living being you’re responsible for keeping alive. You’re going to be a mother.

“Listen. I don’t know what your plans are tonight, but I would really like to take you to dinner. It’d be nice to talk, outside of work, I mean.” Robby says.

You don’t want to say yes, but you are starving, which has been a rare occasion the last 6 weeks. It’s a peace offering you decide to take.

—

You end up at your favorite diner a few blocks away from the hospital. Pancakes and waffles both sounded perfect to you and Robby happily obliged.

After you’d gotten your plates of food. Robby a turkey burger with no cheese and fries with no salt, you sat in silence again, the only sound that of plates and silverware.

“Thank you for letting me come today. I really appreciate it. I can’t believe that’s ours” he finally says, wiping his mouth.

“Yeah, I know. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that myself.” You offer. You’re trying, too.

“When did you find out?” He asks.

You’d been prepared for this, telling the story to your mom. You just hadn’t been as prepared as you thought.

“I, uh, not so long story short, found out the morning I left.” You say, finally looking up at him. He stills.

“You knew…you knew you were pregnant before you decided to leave the state without notice?” He leans back in disbelief.

You don’t answer. You don’t need to. It’s the truth and you both know it.

“Fuck!” He screams. The tables around you look at the two of you, but you just smile back. Whatever he had keeping himself together all this time broke.

“Michael, you need to calm down. People are looking. You don’t need to make a scene.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck it. I need to go anyways.” He moves out of the booth to stand up. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and digs out his wallet, throwing three twenties on the table.

You’ve barely touched your food, but you’re suddenly not hungry anymore. You look up at Robby and for once, he can’t make eye contact with you. He puts his wallet back in his pocket and starts walking away.

Wow, he’s really leaving.

You think about staying, but something changed in you after seeing that sonogram and you want to turn over a new leaf. So you pick up your bag and follow him.

You catch him outside the diner with his hands in his pockets looking up at the sky. He either doesn’t notice you or chooses to ignore you. Either way you sidle up next to him.

“Michael.”

“You really took off knowing my baby was in you and you didn’t even tell me.” He takes beat. “Actually, what was the plan there? Stay in Oregon forever? Never talk to me again? Never tell anyone about the baby? It’s really fucked up.”

Shit. While you weren’t clueless to how you were making others feel, hearing it put in the blunt way Robby puts everything makes you feel like the asshole.

“I don’t know. Of course not. I panicked.” You offer.

“You panicked?! We’re supposed to be getting married, telling each other everything, and you panicked?” He’s losing it.

“Hey! You don’t get to yell at me. I’m not the only one to blame here. You did cheat on me if you haven’t forgotten.” You start to talk away when he has no response.

“Wait, Andy, wait.” He calls and follows up to you.

“Stop. Stop. Okay, can we agree we both fucked up? Me a little more, but you were also irresponsible and hurtful too.”

You think about this. Were you? Or was he just trying to make himself feel better? Whatever. You we’re tired. Of working, of being pregnant, (although you loved that little baby more than anything in the world already), of fighting, of standing. Man, your feet hurt. You should get compression socks.

“Okay.” You state.

“I’m gonna make you a one time deal. And you either take it or you don’t, up to you, but it’s all or nothing.”

He looks at you to continue.

“1. You tell me everything that happened up to and during that day with Collin’s.”

He winces.

“2. We’re delaying the wedding for now. I don’t care what our friends or family say. I just…I can’t marry you right now.” You say looking away, hoping the tears won’t come.

“3. From now on, it’s complete and total honest. Total transparency. No matter what. Even when I’m mean, or crying irrationally, or anything else caused by these stupid hormonal imbalances.

And 4. We’re going to start dating again. I know that’s weird and I know we’ve known each other forever, but I deserve it. You’re gonna wine & dine me. You’re going to woo me, you’re going to sweep me off my feet.

Deal?”

In all honesty you think he would’ve agreed to sell his soul to the devil if it meant you were back in his life.

“Okay I have a question. Is that allowed?” Robby asks.

“You may ask, yes.”

“Are you still moving in with me? After your place sells. I mean that was the plan.”

Ugh, you were hoping this part would come later, or somehow never at all.

“Actually, my dad bought me a place. Well, he bought a place and I’m going to rent from him…”

“Your dad bought you another place? I thought you wanted to do the next one yourself so you could finally establish your independence. It used to be a dream of ours to invest in our own place to make our own.”

“Well, Michael, things change.” Guess you’re still not 100% ready to be nice to him. You can start tomorrow.

Robby seems hurt by this. But what are you supposed to say?

You were supposed to look at new places together. Somewhere to buy and start a life together, right before the wedding. Somewhere you’d pick out paint colors and bathroom tiles. You wince at the idea now. Oh well, maybe someday?

“Oh. I see. Alright then. Um, deal.”

“Do you want to come up? Have some tea? Talk some more. I need to get off my feet.” You offer.

This is new territory for Robby. He’s usually in control. In any other circumstance he would’ve had you bent over his knee begging for mercy a half hour ago. Now, he’s like a lost teenage boy, not knowing if he should make the next move. It’s like he’s continuously short circuiting.

But he also doesn’t want to give up.

“If I come up there I want you to know it’ll just be to talk. Nothing else.” He says out loud as if he’s promising both of you. As if he had a chance.

—

You’re laying on your couch in silence, feet propped up, per Robby. But you don’t fight it by any means. You are beat and want to rest. Your head is laid back on your sofas arm rest when Robby’s footsteps approach, baring a steaming mug.

“Here, no sugar, lots of lemon.” He hands you the mug that you smile and take, immediately bringing to your lips to blow on.

“Okay, ask your questions. Let’s get this out of the way.” Robby turns to face you on the couch, arm resting on the top, in a way that makes him try to seem relaxed.

You know what he means, but you’re not prepared. You don’t want to hear all the details of whatever was going on with Robby and his ex. But also, you may go clinically crazy if you keep swirling the scenarios around in your brain.

“Michael, just tell me. From the start to what happened the day I left. I’m too tired to wonder.” You offer, finally taking a sip of your tea.

He sits up, turning to put his mug on the coffee table. He leans forward and puts his hands on his knees, rubbing his face up and down.

“Okay. But I want to start and just say it, uh, it’s not as bad as you think.” He looks at you.

“How do you know how I bad I think it is?” You squint your eyes.

“Andi, I know you. I love you. I’m insanely in love with you. I know what you’re thinking, trust me.”

Without reply from you, he continues on. He’s nervous. So nervous in fact that he stands up with a startling force and begins walking behind you.

“I guess I’ll start the first time Heather texted me. It was a few months ago and it was at work about work. And then she’d text me be safe and have a good night on my way home. And then she accidentally texted me before bed one night and that went on a few nights. Nothing on my end, I swear. You can look at my phone, everything is still there.” He’s pacing now.

“I didn’t think anything of it, and then she started talking to me about her divorce from Alan. She’d just talk and I’d listen, I guess I figured she needed a shoulder to cry on. And then she started bringing us up, me and her. It really caught me off guard and I immediately told her there will never be an us again and I left. I told her she really crossed a line, I swear. That were coworkers and that’s it, that’s all we’ll ever be. That was, uh, the night before you left.” He stops.

The night before you left? You think back to having a day off and cooking Robby his favorite meal. The day was unusually light at the Pitt and he had texted you around 4 that he thought he’d actually be home on time. You were elated and immediately went to the specialty grocery store 30 minutes away. It wasn’t often you guys could have a special night in where you could actually relax. And stay awake. You wanted to celebrate, even though you had no idea about the already developing celebration in your belly. Actually the smell of the raw steak you were cooking made you gag that night and that’s what prompted you to take a pregnancy test the next morning. It turned out to be an eventful night for both of you, even if it was without the other.

And then he didn’t end up coming home until you were fast asleep that night. Steak and asparagus in Tupperware, gone cold hours before. Half burnt candles that caused wax to melt all over your hand carved wooden table. You didn’t care. To be more specific, you had stopped caring around 10 PM that night when the only text you received was at 8:30 PM with a simple “Sorry.”

Robby is looking at the ceiling, still standing still. You realize his eyes are closed shut and he’s trying not to shed a tear. As you’re looking at him he brings his head down and opens his eyes, beginning to walk but stopping a few steps away from in front of you.

“That night I was crushed. I hadn’t done anything and thought I might have mislead her and felt terrible. You know, I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this, but I’ll always have a sort of soft somber spot for. She was with me when Adamson died and then our baby. And before you say anything, it’s not a spot of love or yearning, because I will never feel anything close to that unless you even come close to leaving again. It’s more a spot of incredibly fucked up trauma that you shove in the back of your mind and feel bonded over in a weird way.” He stops, looking at you. He wants an answer. And the truth is, you get it. You hadn’t been at the Pitt when he and Heather were together, but what happened between them radiated for years. You know it crushed him, and it’s allowed to. Everyone is allowed to love and experience loss and be hurt and grieve. It’s totally normal. You can’t be mad at him for having feelings.

“I get it.” You offer.

“And then I don’t know, she overheard me tell someone the wedding is getting closer…or was. And that must have freaked her out because that’s when she kissed me by the lockers. Which I guess you saw and…know the rest of. But go ahead, ask me anything you want. Look at my phone. Do whatever you need to do or say or scream, I’ll take it.”

This man was bearing his soul to you. He was broken and offering whatever shards of himself he had, no matter how hurt he was. He stopped, looking up at the ceiling, forcing his eyes shut. You realized he was trying not to cry.

Robby never had a reason to lie to you. In fact, he was brutally honest. About wanting to be with you, but not wanting to risk each others jobs. About quietly loving you from afar for as long as he had to until it could be out loud. He told you when you’d made a mistake at work, big or small. He wanted you to learn. He didn’t believe in keeping his words quiet, especially with you. From the day you started working with him, until the day you stood before you, you’d never had an actual reason not to trust him. Yes, you had questioned yourself about him the weeks before you left, but now you knew it was baseless accusations.

You go to put your legs down on the ground and put your mug on the coffee table. You stand up and something falls out of your pocket. The sonogram. The little bundle of two people. Something you’ve wanted and hoped for, for so many years. And so many years you had wanted it with this man. It was all happening, just not the way you’d hoped.

Something in you clicks right there in your living room. Michael made a mistake. You also made a mistake. You could’ve been hurt, you could’ve been in an accident. He was your fiance, and before that, your partner for years, when you left without a trace. You fled the state with his child in your belly and his ring on your finger. You finally realize that you hurt him too.

You walk around to the back of the couch and stand in front of Michael. You reach your arms out and wrap them around his waist, and he tenses instinctively. He wasn’t prepared for the touch from you. You squeeze him harder and he responds by relaxing and wrapping his muscular arms around your head and shoulders.

“Okay.” You say to his chest. You nuzzle your face into his shirt and breathe deep, relishing in the familiar scent of citrus, an oaky wood and laundry detergent.

“Okay?” He asks.

You pull back and look at him, really look at him, and put your hands on his chest.

“Let’s start over. We’ve both fucked up and we’re starting fresh. Right now we promise mistakes forgiven and put behind us.”

Robby pulls you back to him and kisses the top of your head.

“Okay.” He says.

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello amazing fandom :) Hope you are doing well. Hard to believe after this one we only have 8 left. Which makes this ep being somewhat a dud just a bit of a bummer IMO. We only have so many and they've been killing it this season. Truly making it count. The first 9 have been so good. The last 4 episodes just phenomenal. Week after week. It's easy to see where this one missed the mark.

I haven't minded low Chenford or even some crumbs if the entire ep is good like last week was. This one wasn't that unfortunately. Now 9 really good eps out of 10, being amazing so far isn't something to sneeze at. It's an outstanding achievement. S7 has been incredibly good. But this one definitely pales in comparison to the rest of the season.

As they say they can't all be home runs LOL Now there were parts of this episode I really liked. (Like the final Seth scene was primo) Those will be the parts I'm covering in this one. As a whole not their best. But I didn't not enjoy the full hour. Except the for Guitar guy but I'll get into that in my side notes. Off we go :)

7x10 Chaos Agent

Nolan bitching to Chenford about his song pretty humorous. Lucy not giving much sympathy is even funnier. Also loved her belting a little piece of the OG song. She's so cute I cannot. John has enough of her supportive shenanigans and takes off. lol

Lucy is left with Tim who was on her side till the serious bit. Giving her a sassy comment about not generalizing. I have zero doubt she gave him so much shit while they dated and he took some of it seriously. That's her 'experience' right there if you ask me ha. At least part of it. Love her face as she delivers that line. Smitty interrupts our crumb with his raccoon emergency lmao

Tim shoving Smitty's ass in the room I'm cackling. He doesn't have time for your shit sir LOL Lucy’s disappointed face when there is no raccoon is everything. She is so adorable. The animal lover in her wanting to see the little trash panda. Forever adore her being an animal lover no matter the animal. I am her and she is me haha

I love Lucy touching Tim's forearm when he says to neutralize the raccoon. There is no need to touch him so much Lucy.....Her hand all over that sexy forearm. Not once but twice. Also, them having opposing views on this, giving me 6x02 vibes with the bugs in her apartment, LOL. Miles is so cute in this scene too btw. He's really grown on me and his battle with this raccoon most of the ep was delightful.

Lucy was not jazzed with Seth showing up on his day off. I am never happy to see him either so I feel this. The irony that Seth is blown away by someone coming up with a crazy lie is wild. Pot meet habitually lying kettle. This kid is something else… Good lord... I knew the moment the doctor walked up and recognized Seth, it was the final nail in his lying liar coffin.

He is so terrible at said lying it’s painful. Lucy is on his ass from the moment he said ‘Used to be.’ So he used to have cancer…Kernel of truth with the lies. Just like all his others. I'll give it to him. He's nothing if not consistent with that. I have zero doubt, and so does Lucy; he used this to save his ass from being bounced from the program back in 7x05.

I was pretty damn certain but this officially confirmed it for me. Just look at Lucy as this convo goes down. Her stomach is turning over and over. This is not something to be ignored any longer. This doctor has accelerated his timeline out of the FTO and has no idea.

Lucy spots Luna and catches her. Cuts off Seth's incessant lying to do so. Dude knows he's a marked man when she departs. I adore Luna being a resource for Lucy on this. This has been such a good shift for her character to have. A useful one at that. Other thing I love is her telling Lucy she won't tell Wade unless she has to. You're a real one Luna.

Of course Seth switched to the shadiest doctor in the place. That sounds exactly right. When Luna was giving her background on this doctor, I thought, 'No doubt he’s paying this dude to make up shit for him'. She then confirms it at the end saying he's exactly the type of physician to be paid under table for that. Luna also putting to shame his BS answer about insurance. That little shit is dead in the water after this scene.

LOVE LOVE LOVE that she calls hubby right after. My heart. It's the little things fandom. Tim giving her the best answer she could receive. It's brilliant to draw his blood. He gets zero say in it and it'll finally nail him. I was wondering if anyone was actually monitoring his shit. Clearly not… But that sounds like health insurance tbh. Only looking for liabilities nothing else. Loving this plan though. No way for him to lie his way out of this one.

Probably wondering why I did a gif of this one eh? It's because of how Tim is with Smitty. How soft he is when he finds him. The concern in his voice when he asks if he's ok? Then after Smitty apologies the sweet tap on his knee to let him know it's ok. Be still my heart. I just loved this moment of softness from Tim with Smitty.

Our boy has grown so much it makes my heart ache in the best way. Not only is he kind but the tap to his knee is all the reassurance Smitty needs. Also just an antithesis to earlier when he shoved him into the office for the raccoon. Does my heart good to see it.

We get to the best part of the episode IMO. Seth's judgment day. Oooh boy I've been waiting for this! haha We all have. I mean holy hell look at Feral Tim staring down Ridley. Hot damn. Doesn't break once with his intense glare or sharp tone. 'Yes or no Officer Ridley.' *fans self*

Like to point out how important it was that Tim was there with her. What this means to Lucy. He was right next to Wade to be a United Front for her. Tim was with her to the very end on this. We know how hard this was going to be on Lucy. It was important her pillar was there. She does a good job keeping a stern face at first.

Especially when Seth looks at her. Drawing strength from the two men she needs most in this moment. They don't beat around the bush with him and it's much needed. This kid needs a reality check and fast. Wade and Tim don't mess around with him for one second while this unfolds.

Love how Wade and Tim tag team Seth about what is going to happen. It's a no you're gone. If it's a yes and no cancer. You're still gone. It's a lose lose situation for him and Ridley knows it. It's here we really start to see Seth come undone. From his body language to how he handles himself in this convo. With zero grace or accountability.

When he feels the tide rising against him he tries to pull the 'Woe is me card.' One that has served him well up until this point. Spewing he can be better. No honey you can't. You're on the 4th or 5th chance at this point bub. You're not getting better. You can't own your mistakes to save your life. Or be honest ever. His rant about his rights. You gave those up when you became a probational rookie my son.

When he starts to panic and turns to Lucy this is where we start to see her crack. The tears starting to form in her eyes. It's killing her because for awhile she wanted to believe him. Truly she did. Her natural instinct is to see the best in everyone. He took advantage of her kindness and exploited her empathy for his own gain. I wonder if she is going to second guess her instincts after him? I would even though there is zero reason for her to. I would be feeling pretty tore up and hurt. I imagine she will be too.

Melissa be killing me absolutely killing me when he says no to the draw. You can tell Lucy is wrecked about this. I can’t say I’ve been there in terms of a replica of Seth. But I did have a kid on my team I whole heartedly believed in. Trusted him. He exploited my kindness and empathy. It was quite the burn to my self esteem. He turned out to be a nightmare of Seth’s level.

Even when he was eventually terminated I felt the weight of it. Relief yes, but I carried it with me. Even though I had done everything right I could’ve with him. I still shouldered some of the responsibility. I know Lucy is feeling that. She is an empath and deeply caring one at that. This is going to stay with her for a little while I think.

Look at how Set avoids both Lucy and Tim and only comes at Wade. Knowing Tim would destroy him if he went after Lucy. I kinda wish he had but this kid knew not to poke that bear. He sure as hell didn’t have the balls to go after Tim that's for sure. So he focuses all his crazy rage on Wade, who handles it like the champ he is. Tears his defiant little ass down. Even with his last breath he couldn't own up to a single thing. Hiding behind a threatening lawsuit he will not win.

Tim takes over with some serious death glares about what happens next. If looks could kill you'd be one dead washed out rookie. Kinda wished we could've seen them send him off from the station but that's ok. I feel the aftermath of this will be in the next episode. Lucy's face at the very end is the final dagger to my heart. This is gonna rock her for awhile I can feel it.

I also have a feeling we are not done with him. Seems like the kind of little weasel that knows all the dirty back channels for a settlement. Don’t think we are quite done with him. I could be wrong though. I know Melissa did a nice shout out post for him that made it seem final. But I'll believe it when I see the final ep of this season lol

If we aren't would love for them to find out about his NWS lie with the road. If this was the end. I've wanted to say this all season but wanted to wait till his demise. Well done Patrick. Holy hell. What a starter character for him to break into tv with. You did such a good job. I truly hated your character's guts my good sir LOL Fantastic job.

Thank you as always to you amazing readers who like, comment ( chatty chat with me) and reblog these thoughts each week. You're incredible and I can't tell you the deep appreciation and love I feel from each one. Excited for next week. Our babies sharing a shop during the madness. Always happy to see that. Shall see you in 7x11 next week :)

Side notes -non Chenford

Ok I didn't super love the Rodger storyline. I'll be honest. It felt awkward and stilted. His SL felt like a sore thumb in a mighty intense episode. If he just had the cold open ok maybe. But to dedicate part of the ep to him?

I wasn't about it. His songs made me wicked uncomfortable in a second hand embarrassment way. I got massive Skip Tracer Randy vibes from it. No offense if you like STR he's just never sat right with me and the tone of the show lol Also Celina needs better taste in men she could do better than this turkey IMO. Ok rant over. haha

Loved them bringing Lisa back to help James the callbacks are great. Tying it in with when she got shot and how long the process is. Poor Nyla though this is so rough on her. Not just the recovery but their marital stuff they still have to work out on top of it. It’s a lot. Proud of her for not rushing to the station to help.

Will say every time Tim says ‘Juarez’ with that slight inflection always gets me a little hot and bothered. Mmmm.

Ok Zuzu made my skin crawl. How violating. Didn't like that one bit.

Poor Miles all episode he tried and Celina got him LOL I really enjoy his he is quite the cute puppy I never expected to love.

[iphoenixrising]

Hi! I just wanted to send you a message, firstly to wish you a happy new year! And secondly just to say that you’ve been providing incredible and free works of art for nearly a decade (probably longer, but it’s been nearly a decade since I first followed you!!) and I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the tireless work you’ve put in. I hope writing has been as much of a joy for you as reading has been for us! Wishing you a wonderful 2025 :))

Hi babe.

Ah, thank-you for the loves! It's so amazing to think you've been with me that long, you know? There's many of the fandom peeps that text me or send me messages that have literally been there since the first Tim Drake fic went out. My daughter was still a baby back then and she's in sixth grade now and is almost as tall as I am tbh. Crazy how much time has passed.

And, you know, the years I haven't been writing much because ah work and other interests as I finally spread out my fanfic wings to devour content rather than create, I still come back here and be amazed at the amount of fics and ficlets and stories and half-baked headcannons people are still finding and enjoying today. In the shitshow the US has become in the last year, it's a welcome feeling to know some of the depressed and down-trodden can find some kind of comfort in ass-kicking vigilantes, Doctors with hobbies, Omegas that can only run from what they need for so long, the real feeling of Welcome Home, the owfucks and attitudes and steamy accents, the birds that can only go forward - never back, the absolute slimy creep Ra's can turn out at the most inopportune moments, the array of named concussions to make them seem a little less bad, infinite cups of coffee and Grape Zestis, the cliffhangers that might never get finished, and a plethora of other things hidden in the dark niches of this blog.

Hopefully, someday I'll go back for my MA in Creative Writing and get out of Tech to do this, or a version of this, in real life. But, until I do, I might as well share just a bit of the next installment of the TimDick (maybe TimDickJay...?) Sentinel/Guide au, right?

Hm, why not? You can check it below the cut ;)

After turning down any attempt of his Sentinel to contact him (i.e. actually duck and dodging said stalkery behavior he is intimately familiar with), it all comes down to the basics less than a month after the disastrous discovery in a hotel room right after he'd played Wayne Enterprises CEO with the likes of Lex Luthor–

who will always and forever be King of the Douche Canoes, seriously

– the breakout at Black Gate is the most all hands on deck that's happened in Gotham in the last year.

Since several members of the Rogue Gallery teamed up to set the explosives, well, every Bat is expected to set-up in Gotham, and Red Robin, for as much as he's stayed the fuck out of their business in the last year, finds himself already in the city for a few meetings with Lucius about next quarter when the night sky outside Wayne Towers lights up with the very familiar symbol.

"Dammit," he breathes out, pretty much aware he could just ignore it. Considering Nightwing, the Red Hood, Batgirl, Black Bat, Robin, and B were all in the city tonight anyway.

(What's one more body between the people of Gotham and the baddies? Well, depends on the body, doesn't it?)

Lucius gives the usual suffering sigh he gives Brucie Wayne when the other mask falls away and leaves the vigilante behind.

"I guess we can pick this up tomorrow," the head of R&D tells him idly, scrolling through text alerts on his phone while Tim visibly reins himself back in to the new line of motherboards going into their medical cradles for military aid.

Tim just stays quiet for once because even though Lucius and Tam both know the big secrets, it's still not something they talk about unless a thorough sweep for bugs has happened in the last thirty minutes.

(Ninjas suck sometimes. #facts)

"It's fine. We still have a few more things we can cross off the list–" Tim starts, jaw tight when he turns away from the familiar symbol, when some things still fucking sting even though he's been doing his level-best to move the fuck forward.

Lucius hums at him and holds out his phone with a tight smile.

The quick update on Gotham's Track the Crime Spree app shows him exactly what's going down, and his truly epic facepalm is the loudest thing in the office.

**

The Batcomm he hacked is on mute, voices in his ear to keep up with the criminals spilling out of Blackgate and swarming the city. Not to mention some of the classics had a hand in making it happen.

The initial plan changes when the Bats start calling dibs on bad guys, throwing out their locations, heading toward the more-than-usual amount of mayhem.

He doesn't throw in on the convo, instead starts picking off the small fries that just happened to be more concerned with escaping and hiding than doing a fair amount of damage the second they hit Gotham proper.

(Really noobs)

He's running through alleyways, easy, fast, and furious to take down the low-level escapees with quick double zip ties for wrists and ankles, not even really working up a sweat.

He leaves the big times to the official night crew, deals with the small fries and enjoys the burn in his thighs as he runs.

Batgirl spots him, yelling out something before he's off again, not interested in some kind of reunion.

(And her low level shields make his back teeth ache with how vulnerable she is, how much she needs someone to strengthen them for her, how he could do it without working too hard... Dammit, the Guide in him is drawn to her with those pesky instincts he's been trying to get under control.)

His first big bad of the night comes in the form of–

Condiment King.

And just. 

This guy.

He really wishes he had the time to enjoy witty banter and a long, drawn-out fight with some heavy hits. Anything to stop him from the low-level buzz on the edge of his shields he knows is Nightwing. He zip ties Buddy Sandler to a light pole and his backpack of condiments to another, he gets one good one before it’s time to move on. 

“Well, I relish the win, but you and the rest are going back to jail. See ya next crime.”

Then he’s off, shooting a grapple, taking off into the night.

Mortimer Kadaver was already kidnapping a victim, and he gets a satisfying crunch when he breaks the guys nose after a look at the torture implements in the back seat of the stolen sedan. The citizen takes off without a look back, completely ignoring him to wait for the police.

He jumps on another stolen car, riding a few blocks at breakneck speed before he punches out the driver’s side window and steers the car himself.

(It’s fun when the low-level thugs don’t know what’s going on. “How are you not driving?!” “Tell the hand in the window to give me the wheel back!”)

He doesn’t get thrown when brains kicks in and the driving thug slams on the brakes, but it’s a close thing.

Instead, he’s trying not to smile when they tumble out the other side of the car on unsteady legs. It’s an easy KO when the city is literally going to shit over the comm in his ear.

Things get real when O calls everyone in on the West side where the bigger, badder B is apparently ready for a round 2 of the “break Batman’s back” challenge.

(It’s the worst possible time for that guy. The flash of memory, of being Dick’s Robin for the short stint, of working with him while Bruce had to train his body again to take on the mantle after Jean Paul had to admit defeat. The best times, the most painful memories. All of it swirling in his chest with the buzzing on the edge of his senses getting sharper, cutting into his shields. All the bullshit stories about True Pairs and here he is, tempting the bond with things like proximity and ass kicking.)

He hits the top of the water tower to check out the sitch, trying to stay out of sight, out of the way of the main family doing their things while Bane is hepped up on venom and swatting at Robin and Black Bat like flies.

No one has to say it while calling out strategy, but it’s a pretty obvious distraction play. Keep the Bats busy while the bulk of baddies get ghost. It’s classic Bane, really.

Since the venom is highly flammable and there’s a lot of vigilantes he doesn’t want to face, he does the next best thing - makes a plan.

It easy to drive KG Beast and the Baffler right up his grill without ever being seen by the Bats as the three big baddies smack into one another on the down swing of some stunning blows. 

A combination of smoke pellets, knockout gas, and bo to the back of the head puts them out for the count in a move even he didn’t think was crazy enough to work.

Slam dunk. It’s buy two and get one free day.

Even better, Black B and Rob were back far enough to miss him through the smoke even though his rebound was a top notch move even for a season vigilante.

Which is why it sucks when Polka-Dot Man actually gets the drop on him because honestly, that guy. He does deliver a stunning back kick to put the B-lister down, but it does make him see double for an important enough second.

“Daw, takin’ alla the fun outta my night, Pretender,” the Red Hood drawls from a rooftop above him, the glint off shiny .45s too bright in his spotty vision. “Nice a’ ya ta actually show the fuck up fer once.”

“Honestly,” he banters back while the woozy sensation fades to a low grade headache, “how many asses in spandex does one city need?”

He gets a chuckle rather than a bullet to the head, so that is most certainly a win.

The drawback of gaining attention of the Red Hood, however, is the lack of duck and dodge that really is part of his new pseud.

Hood literally throws him over a shoulder and dives off the Wallstone Apartments while Red is still reeling from the blow, bellowing out when a meaty arm clamps on the back of his kicking legs in a very subtle warning.

“Leggo!”

“My ass. Stop yer squirming, fucker.”

“How about we compromise. Let me go and you can kick someone else’s ass?”

“Nice try. Like I dunno who yer really running from?”

“I’m fighting crime, not running you asshole!”

“Sure, sure. Ya know what they say. De Nile ain’t just a river in Egypt.”

“I don’t even live here anymore!”

“Oh? Can’t wait ta tell B ya just said that, Timmer.”

“I’m not his responsibility, didn’t you get the memo?”

Wind in his hair over the bad section of bail bondsmen and sleazy villain insurance. The plan forms while Red Hood arches his back to throw them both high in the air before the second grapple *zings* and latches on.

“I said th’ same thing at one time. Ya already know bout that shit, an’ how B didn’t give one fuck ‘bout what I hadda say.”

“The difference is you’re actually part of the fucking family, Jason!”

“Mmhm. Keep onnit, Replacement. M’comm is gettin’ alla this, n’ ya know it.”

“So what? No one’s bothered giving a crap  so far!”

Did he get hit with a truth serum or is this just the concussion talking? 

(R - Randal, Randal the concussion is awful and he should really stop this messy truth shit no one needs to hear.)

“Come off’n it, Timmy. Like ya don’t already know B gotcha tracked within an incha yer life? Think he just gonna let the smart one run off wi’ Shiva fer fuck’s sake?”

Even with Randal being a pain in the ass, Red has a terrifying moment of panic. They know. They all know.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, sure. Tell that ta Dickie why dontcha? I ain’t seen ‘in that pissed off inna hot minute.”

“He already knows-“

“Does he really now? Why don’tcha tell ole’ Jace all ‘bout it, hm?”

His voice through the synths sounds very not inviting.

“Randall is a fucker and he needs to lay off,” which has Hood laughing even if he doesn’t know what Red means by any of it.

They land it with a jolt — right in the middle of a brawl.

Which is just about the speed he really needs right now anyway.

Black Bat swings by with a screaming escapee dangling from one hand by his ankle while she smiles under the stitched-up mask and gives him a happy wave. The comm in his ear hasn’t fallen out so he knows the others are spaced out, corralling the others with the help of GCPD.

So, the fight is on a little more than he originally thought.

But still, the burn feels better than the low-grade concussion and the pulsing heat of Sentinels (of his Sentinel), close by. He knows Jason’s shields are fractured, held together by pure stubborn will. He knows Steph is a few blocks down, whooping it up with her shields scarily open for her senses to reach far enough out to track stragglers. B is held together the best of them all, but Dami is developing his senses now and his control is sporadic at best.

Punching the shit out of thugs takes some of the weight off the knowledge, doesn’t completely distract him from his own instincts, but distracts his brain just enough.

Leg sweeps, palm to the nose, kick to the back of the knees, a spinning whirlwind of ass kicking, back-to-back with Hood, spit blood when he takes a hit, clench his teeth when he feels the strain on Nightwing close enough to make his skin burn with it.

His chest is heaving by the time the groaning pile of bodies is down for the count and the red and blue is lighting up the night on their way. He scrambles for a grapple gun while Black B and Hood are finishing up the zip ties. But when he points it the way he wants to go, his finger won’t squeeze the trigger.

“Clean-up’s goin’ all right,” Hood reports, nudging his shoulder with the hand still holding the .45. “Lookin’ like B’s gotch some a’ th’ bomb residue ‘case ya wanna get in on that, nerd.”

“Like you’re much better,” Red rasps out, grapple in his lowered hand trembling, the pounding in his head worse than any concussion.

He knows what this is, the only thing it can be.

“Mmhm. ‘Least I don’t need a fuckin’ engraved invitation ta come back ta the Cave.”

Red’s head whips around, the whiteouts on the mask narrow in a who the fuck are you talking to? kind of way.

Hood crosses his arms over his massive chest because the guy knows when he’s feeding someone a line.

Welp, since everyone already knows apparently.

Right in front of the helmet, Red Robin shoves the grapple back in his belt and deactivates the right gauntlet with his left hand. The helmet cocks to the side in question, but Red moves with fluid grace and speed, even with Randall riding his cape, and slaps his palm on the only bare skin available, on the side of the Red Hood’s neck.

His instincts jump immediately and reach out to the dangerous cracks and crumbles in the Red Hood’s shields, the painful red throbbing of shields crumbling.

He might hear a noise out of the synths, might imagine it because what does Jason Todd owe him really?

But it’s easy, just like putting together the pieces of evidence from a crime scene. The fractured plates protecting Hood are hot to work with, a sharp sting across his brain pan (something that could be from the Pit or be just natural Jason Todd, zombie Sentinel extrodinaire), eases down with the pieces coming together, strengthening, forming a stronger metaphysical shield to give Jason a measure of peace from his own overwhelming senses. It’s a  the relief of relaxing a clenched fist after the fight.

The reason Sentinels need Guides.

(Well, there’s more to it than just that, isn’t there? And Red’s brain can’t help but flinch back to those dreams, to a voice in his ear and hands on him — Guide mapping, his dream Sentinel whispered against skin.)

Red doesn’t manage to stop Hood from sinking to his knees in the aftermath, downed criminals, things on fire, GCPD almost on top them, and Black B nearly vibrating out of her mask next to them, hands hovering and afraid to touch.

Instead, he feels the reverberation of that deep noise coming straight out of the Red Hood’s chest. The relief under the constructed shield thick between them while they stand in the middle of the street.

That growling purr is almost enough, almost enough, to stop him from turning on his heel.

But the gloved hand snags the hem of his cape stops him in his tracks. his eyes blow wide behind the whiteouts and he sees a second of Hood's emblem before his literal savior, Cass, snaps him up and throws him over her shoulder before she takes off.

The night takes a turn for a "what the fuck?" when he and Black B take a few pauses to double team some of the baddies when the Red Hood loses them close to Robinson Park.

Things got more dicey when N spots them taking out Joyful Noise before the sonic blaster destroys yet another pointless sculpture. The comms erupt in a whole lot more noise in the shit show his "duck and cover crime fighting" night has devolved into.

(He's not going to focus on how his head is just a little sore instead of Randall being a right pain in the ass, isn't going to think about the implications here. He can't focus and keep moving through the baddies if he has a sane moment to wonder if it was that easy because he also...Jason-)

They manage to evade the Bats (mostly), ignoring the cajoling and usual back-and-forth once they realize Red Robin is part of crime time.

Cass does him an absolutely solid, driving them to his other, other underground bunker, letting him hang his head against her back while the air hitting them reeks of smoke, burning plastic, and gasoline. He doesn't get the underlying tinge of metal, blood, and fear -- that was from Jason's head while those shields were coming together nicely.

(When he's a full continent away, he'll have him moment of panic, but until then, Cass is totally not addressing the very obvious elephant in the bunker.)

She stays for post-patrol snacks, producing a family-sized box of Cheez-Its and some Alfred sandwiches that are somehow still cold.

They do the usual throwing off sweaty top layers, domino and mask, stare at two episodes of The Office with Zestis from the mini-fridge in the corner.

One-handed signs while they chew, hit a quick patch up job, and the night is finally over.

Cass checks the Batchat to make sure everyone made it out of the city after one hell of a night and gives no reply to the questions about Tim, much to everyone’s dismay.

The next shift of GCPD is coming on, so the city is secured for another day. She produces a backpack and changes into soft leggins, runners, and a hoodie he's pretty sure is Bruce's.

Tim does a good job on her knuckles, and she gives him a kiss on the forehead, makes him promise to stay away from screens and not to sleep for a few hours yet.

After she takes off, he breathes out a long, breath, collapses on the overstuffed couch a minute before going to the lower levels, thinking about catching up on paperwork before he's got to meet with Lucius again. A nice shower, some coffee, and he could do some work, take an actual moment --

("True Pairs, an honest Sentinel and Guide relationship, can include sharing such effects of injuries.")

He shakes the thought out, rolls his neck, and picks up his discarded utility belt, trying to find as many things to divert his attention to as possible.

The door to his lower levels slides silently open under his fingerprint and an intensive alphanumeric code, but some premonition sends a familiar chill down his spine, the vestiges of the old Robin instincts.

[kaiannae]

It is time- (Or: It Has Begin XD)

Greetings, my dear readers, it has been quite some time. First and foremost I would like to assure you that yes, I'm alive, and no, I have not abandoned my writing. But, I HAVE been distracted by somehing in the last few months, and I think its time to reveal it. I made a game! And not just a game, a Shadowgast game. I would like to present to you:

Beacon Run.

Ko-Fi This game begun its existance as a homework project for a game dev course I took about a year ago. I was supposed to implement a simple chase and pickup game and I thought, "Why use some random sprites when all I can imagine is small chibi Caleb chasing small chibi Essek around while Essek is trying to nom beacons?"

This idea lit a fire in my brain, and I just had to implement it but I had a very short time for the assignment. Iended up implementing something very simple, but I just couldn't let it go afterwards and vowed I was going to finish that small game and get it out for the fandom to play.

It has since been rewriteen, refactored and recoded several times, until I had something workable to show others. This is the place to mention the major contribution the people fo AIFL had on this little game. As I was maing this game, I shared its early stages with the server, and people have been kind in thier enthusasm, gave me ideas and provided invaluable criticism and feedback. They kept me motivated and kept me going through the lows of frustration one gets when coding. I got @bumble-b-goode 's permission to use their designs for the Weezards and drew my own sprites using that as inspiration. I ended up creating most of the assets for this game. Drawing the art assets took quite some time and I've learned a lot in the process.

Beacon Run not big or complicated as a game. In essence, is a tribute and a love letter to the Critical Role community and the CR crew. To the people who brought to life the Mighty Nein and have shared, and continue to share their stories with us on a weekly basis throughout the years. For Liam and Matt, who have weaved the tale of two broken wizards mending each other into better people, and keep their children of ink and paper alive for us to enjoy. The game: You as a player, are randomly assigned a little wizard to play for each match, so you can play as Essek or Caleb. The board dimensions and obstacles and even the flooring art are randomized for each match so each match is different. Your goal: to collect as many Beacons as you can during the allotted time, and end up with more Beacons than your rival which is the other wizard played by the computer. You gain projectiles over time, which are fake Beacons you can throw at the other wizard. If hit, the rival wizard is stunned for a short time, and drops several of his picked up Beacons for you to gather. However, beware! The rival wizard can also shoot you and stun you for a short while, and make you drop beacons as well. (You might notice that Essek gets stunned by sour lemon Beacons, while Caleb gets stunned by hand-knitted wool Beacons XD) In addition, when the rival is hit, he may drop a Magic Abeyance Bead which contains a Chronurgy spell. if you pick it up, it will provide a short time bonus for the match. In short, the game is a small, cozy game, made out of love for the wizards and the fandom, and I hope you'll enjoy it! I it still in the late stages of testing and development, as the feedback players provide is invaluable and lets me find bugs, add ideas and content suggested and tweak the mechanics to make it more enjoyable. So I would very much appreciate feedback, suggestions, con-crit etc. I would be happy to head what you like about it, what you think needs tweaking, ideas of content to add.... you name it! (Note that currently, the game does not work on mobile. I am planing to revamp the input system and add touch suport for mobile in the near future) Also it is worth mentioning that as I fix bugs, add content and tweak things, I upload new versions of the game so its worth following the Devlog and updates. The game is avaliable for play in the embedded player on the page, and also available for download to play offline (Though you might need to redownload it with every new version as I don't have an auto updater for it.)

In addition, if you like my work, feel like enabling me to make more of these or just want to buy me a coffee, It is always very much appreciated as it sure helps me stay afloat! Tip Jar

So, I hope you forgive me for my lack of writing for the last few months. I really wanted to get this out. I am trying to keep writing in my spare time, but the muses haven't been with me lately. I hope that now that this is out I can finally get my mind off it XD Stay tuned!

[grandlinedreams]

Well, since I have fallen for your writing pretty hard (it's a blessing really, because so far only your reader can be read as a he when it comes to the Fallout series fandom), my brain's been spewing ideas at me.

I'd love to see a genuinely jealous Cooper. Awfully and painfully jealous, where he's actually hurting and doubting himself, but is also angry. Not the kind of playful jealousy he felt towards Lucy, no. Something deeper. And angry at the slimy guy who's already stepped over any kind of boundaries when he's laid his eyes on what's his. But they need the information, they can't go forward without it, so the plan is for the reader (you knooow, that version of the reader from that particular fic of yours, where they are crafting ammo) to get close, flirt with him, go real sweet on him. But that guy's too touchy. Too close, too dangerously close. To getting his brains blown out of his skull by Cooper's gun, that is.

I absolutely love your writing ❤️

OUGH YES I EAT THAT SHIT UP EVERY TIME but also thank-you!! I do my absolute best not to gender reader bc it bugs me to do it unless I'm asked to and it's also just a whole lot more inclusive! 🥺❤️

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Warnings: jealous!Cooper, some self deprication, mentions of pre-War Cooper, weapons maker/dealer!reader, touch of angst, Canon typical violence, Lucy just watching all of this like ??, skeezy informant dude do be skeezin', boundaries very overstepped (unwanted touch, lewd words), questionable alcohol,cursing, quick and dirty Makeout sesh at the end lmao

The place is a "bar" in the lowest sense of the term. A gutted out building that was undoubtedly a diner of some kind before the war, now with blown out windows but surprisingly, a neon 'open' sign that halfway works in places, spitting sparks that makes Lucy eye it warily. "Is this place...safe?"

You snort. "If you're lookin' for safe, you should've stayed in that tin-can vault of yours." You adjust the sling of your pack, now far lighter than it'd been when you left with Cooper, Lucy, and Dogmeat. "We need information, and the best informant we've got likes to hang around here."

Lucy still doesn't look happy about it, but she reluctantly follows as you step forward. The inside resembles the outside for the most part, the same kind of dismal grey of the wastelands ㅡ but it's busy.

Battered tables teem with scavengers and raiders alike, and you pretend not to notice them ㅡ your attention is on the man doing a piss-poor job of wiping down what's left of a counter. A radio crackles, a singer croons sweetly, but the pitch is made tinny for the way the man casually smacks the top of it when it stutters. A barely there glance up at you, silent prompt that you follow.

"Three drinks," you say without preamble, shoving a handful of caps forward. Your fingers drum, eyes roaming in feigned disinterest ㅡ and then nod when three short glasses are shoved to you. The liquid is of a questionable color, watered down amber ㅡ you sniff it before you take a sip.

"Tastes like shit," you say when Cooper approaches and you hand him his glass, followed by Lucy, "but it gets the job done."

Lucy eyes the glass. "What is it?"

You down the rest of it. "Poor man's excuse for whiskey, I think. Or might be deathclaw piss, who knows."

Cooper snorts when Lucy's nose wrinkles, but she downs it with a grimace that makes you snicker and pat her back.

"Atta girl, vaultie. Atta girl."

The four of you settle at a table, Dogmeat at your feet as you stretch out, catching Lucy's look. "What?"

"What are we here for?"

"Information, vaultie," Cooper cuts in, "we don't have shit to go on as far as following your dear ol' daddy, so we gotta get some."

"And the best bet is getting it from that sneaky bastard," you let your eyes drift so that Lucy follows, "over there."

The man in question has clearly seen better days ㅡ or what he can see through the thick, wild tangle of silver-streaked hair on his head, the matching mess of beard that spills from his chin to his chest. He's sitting with a handful of scavengers, oblivious to the fact he's being watched.

"Him?" Lucy's tone expresses her doubt. "He doesn't look likeㅡ"

You knock your knuckles on the table to quiet her. "The point of being an informant, Lucy," you say in a low mutter, "is to not look like a fuckin' idiot who's listening in on shit they shouldn't."

"So who's gonna go talk to him?"

You sigh, eyeing the two. Cooper is obviously out of the question ㅡ it's the grace of his hat and the fact his back is to most of them that allows him some anonymity, but you have no doubts near everyone knows who he is. Or at the very least, what he is.

And Lucy... well. She's been out here for weeks now, but there's still a naive shinyness to her that says she'll fuck it up immediately, even if she doesn't mean to.

"Me," you say, and Lucy blinks at the same time Cooper tenses, eyes dark as they study your face. There's a protest on the tip of his tongue, one you silence as you continue, "I'm the best bet we have of getting what we need."

Lucy glances between you and Cooper, sensing the rising tension ㅡ and Dogmeat whines and nudges at your leg. Your eyes lock with Cooper's.

"Fine," he rasps. "Do what you have to."

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Cooper is pissed. Lucy can tell that, the way his eyes never leave you as you trek back to the counter, another couple of caps for another drink ㅡ not for you, her, or him. But for that informant, the way you gesture with a casual nod in his direction.

He watches as the drink gets sent, the informant looking up, and his gloved hands tighten in his lap at the grin the other man gives you before he waves you over. He hates the casual way you step, relaxed, friendly ㅡ flirtatious, almost.

Cooper is not stupid. Far from it, he knows better than to outright stake claim on you in a way that can be used against him by others ㅡ but you're a chink in the proverbial armor, a weakness he's both grateful for and wishes he didn't have.

It's unspoken though, that you're his ㅡ and the fact he can't stroll over and make a point of it annoys him. Especially with the way the man's hand drifts over your leg, meaty fingers on a thigh Cooper has touched in a more intimate way, spaces reserved for him and him alone ㅡ seeing this fucker paw at you makes his blood boil.

"Looks like they're doing a good job so far," Lucy says, watching a little less intently than Cooper, "do you thinkㅡ"

"Vaultie." Cooper's voice is low and sharp. "Shut the fuck up."

It's not Lucy's fault, not really ㅡ but Cooper's two seconds from putting a bullet in this guy's head, information be damned. In another life, the life he'd had before, he figures he wouldn't be so irritated. He'd been handsome, hadn't really had to do much to make his stance clear ㅡ but now?

Now he knows what he looks like, how he acts ㅡ and the softer lining of your relationship is still new enough that there's that kernel of doubt. That you'd take someone else if given the chance, someone who could give you far more than he can ㅡ because all he can give you is all he knows.

Death and destruction, picking apart things until there's nothing left. All he knows how to do is take and take and take ㅡ and while you've yet to be bothered by it, he knows it's just a matter of time.

He tracks that hand when it slides up your back, teeth clenched because now you look distinctly uncomfortable. It's hidden, but he knows how to look for it, better at reading you than anyone else ㅡ and it's quickly fraying restraint that keeps him from getting up and coming to your rescue.

You flinch at the next touch, barely there recoil ㅡ but it's enough to snap Cooper's threadbare patience as he stands, ignoring Lucy's look of confusion as he strolls over.

His foosteps are slow, feigned casual as he approaches, settling a hand on your shoulder. Again, casual, were it not for the possessive pressure as he drawls, "Sorry for the interruption, but I need to borrow my friend here."

He's hauling you up before you can protest, and he commends himself on choosing this option rather than the one he so desperately wants ㅡ one that would involve splattering the brains of that fucker across the back wall. Even so, he takes too much pleasure in the intentional hand on said gun when the informant opens his mouth to protest.

He hurries you away from the table, ignores Lucy and Dogmeat as he tugs you past the table and outside, around the corner from prying eyes.

"Cooper," you snap, "what the fuckㅡ"

You're silenced by the aggressive press of his mouth on yours, gloved hand still firm around your upper arm as he cages you against the wall. He dominates the kiss, nips at your lip, deepens it with the muffle of a soft moan from you.

His other hand wanders, up your thigh, side, back ㅡ all the places that piece of shit dared to touch you. "I know I said do what you have to," he mutters when he breaks away to nip at your neck, "but I have my limits, sweetheart. 'specially when some fuckface is touchin' what's mine."

You squirm. "Cooperㅡ"

Dark eyes meet yours. "You are mine, aren't you darlin'?" You nod, and he clicks his tongue. "Words, babydoll. I wanna hear you say it."

It takes a second for you to find your voice. "Yours," you say, "I'm yours, Cooper."

He smirks, leaning in to kiss you again. Less aggressive but no less consuming, only letting up to let you breathe as he presses against you. "Good," he rasps, "better rememher that because I don't intend on losin' you, nor do I like the idea of fuckin' sharing."

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Finally, the day has come, I get to finish Top Form! I am not going to go into a full rant about Fast Track and how it is both an annoying cash grab and really screws with the fandom experience (grumble, grumble), but because I was not paying for it, for my own sake, I ended up waiting to watch the last three episodes and just filtered the tag all this time, because it just got too hard to avoid spoilers.

(Note - this is no judgment against those who chose to pay for Fast Track, I get it, waiting sucked so much. I just work really hard to budget for watching as much QL on legit sources as I can, so it annoys me when companies try to squeeze out even more from us).

Anyway! Let's get back to my babies!

I love that a core theme of this entire series is that actors have a right to their personal lives, and the public can mind their own fucking business.

Also, for the record, anyone who sees personal photos get leaked, and doesn't immediately click off, uses it to gossip, and/or reshares or passes them on - they suck. IT IS NONE OF OUR FUCKING BUSINESS.

Can Akin & Jin just run off somewhere and join a local repertory theater troupe? I bet they'd be a lot happier.

Oh, this episode is going to be pure pain. Akin still doesn't believe he can ever truly be happy, so of course this is what he does.

How dare they make such a painful moment such a beautiful scene.

Also the acting here.

And here's the crux of the matter - Akin sees himself as a burden, not as a real part of any partnership or family.

He is so sure he doesn't matter, and it breaks my heart.

Johnny, a forehead flick is getting off light.

But of course even in the midst of his depression, our blorbo is going to be the sweetest man.

I'm here for Uncle Akin. He needs family so much more than career.

I love this convo with Sine and Sine's wife, because Akin has only seen his relationship with Jin as something that will inevitably end, and never even considered the potential of their relationship giving them the ability to be a unified front against the world.

Of course Jin has been working on a plan. Our boy never gives up. Akin has so much more support than he's been able to recognize.

I'm so relieved it's resolved by the end, but also, I hope we do see Akin make some effort to make up for his lack of trust in Jin...

Episode 10, let's go!

Arrggh, so cuuuute.

I can't get enough of them in cute mode.

Oh, let Akin catch a break! Poor dude's been through enough this year.

I have had some harsh thoughts of Grandma in the past, because of Akin's innate lack of self-worth and emphasis on acting over all other things, but I can also appreciate a woman who comes from the afterlife to make it clear she fully supports her grandson's gay romance.

Wait, is that Akin's mom? Why did I think his parents were dead? Or is she just a different older female relative and the subtitles are confusing me again?

Silly me, thinking this might be a lighter episode. I'm fine. *sniffle*

Ugh, why is Sigma at his grandmother's funeral? What an absolute disgusting power play to pull. Gross.

Do we think Touch is possessive over Jin? Is that why he's being such a little asshole?

I almost said Akin was lucky to be working with someone like Jade in this industry, but then I remembered how he knew right away to turn Sigma down, and I think this is just a man who knows how to pick 'em. Even if he doesn't feel worthy of them.

Oh, fuuuuuck Sigma. They just have such a bug up their butt because Akin wouldn't sign with them. What petulant assholes.

Omg, love this expression

gonna have to steal it.

Um, is this dialogue between a grandmother and grandson supposed to be delivered with so much innate desire?

I can't wait for Jin to tell all of his people to go fuck themselves.

Honestly, if I were Jin, I would 100% go to Sigma and tell them either they immediately sign all the rights over to Akin, or I go on national tv and tell everyone I'm super gay.

Alright, Finale time!!! Crossing fingers for all of Sigma to go up in an explosion. Literal or metaphorical, I don't care.

See, this is how you know it's all about pettiness - if it was about money, they'd want Akin involved for the publicity.

God I hate this fucker. Call his bluff! Go public!

I hate how much Akin is suffering, but I am also so proud of him for learning to lean on Jin instead of shutting him out.

Our baby is growing!

Lol, totally knew it would be a tie, but I love it. Jin has truly reached his goal of being on equal footing to Akin.

Also this is so fantastic, because Sigma trying to argue that Jin's star is fading due to his connection to Akin was just shown for the bullshit it is.

I hate Sigma so much!!!! Can we please get this man hit by a bus or something?

But, oh, these two together properly now. Akin leaning on Jin so naturally. And the return of the scoring system, but as a way to coach Jin - just perfection.

I want to see Jade's boyfriend so badly!

Spinoff please?

Ooh, his wings are bigger!

Oh this is pure bliss.

They are just so happy together. I'm fine. *sniffle*

Lol, the shade to Sigma, excellent.

Oh this so beautifully full circle.

What a warm hug of an ending, wow.

Ok, now they're just trying to kill me.

Ooh, Jade's got machinations going on - did you just arrange for the CEO of Sigma to be hit by a bus?

What a well made show. I'm not a huge angst fan, but the core themes and the relationship between Akin and Jin made this such a standout. Beautifully acted, gorgeous visuals, well-written, but a really good show.

Now to start the wait for the next SmartBoom project...

[xoladybella]

this fandom has become so toxic. I’ve never seen a bunch a grown women say such awful things about other women. People calling Nic foolish , people saying Antonia trolled the fandom , no real proof. I dare someone to upload the post her mother liked talking about Nic. Wait, people can’t bc it’s rumors and lies. You really think Nic cares what trolls and bullies think of her - no! Because they are not real fans. It would be cute and so adorable if Nic and Luke were a couple, but you people aren’t speculating anymore- some of y’all are obsessed and down right nasty!!! Do you all teach your daughters to be bullies. People think it’s funny to call her a bug or toilet twerker, but you all are immature. Luke and Nic do not owe this fandom anything when it comes to their personal life. If you don’t like who they are with stop stalking their page, family page and any SM site that talks about them. Just bc you see love between people doesn’t not make them compatible. It takes more than hugs and kisses to make a relationship. Nic and Luke have a lot similarities but nobody knows what they think or want in a relationship so people should stop feeling like they are entitled to run their life. So don’t be mad at Nic and Luke if they are besties, be mad at the blogs y’all let trick you into thinking NDA’s exist. Remember, those same blogs said Luke broke up with Anotina and then she popped up at the boss event. Now he could have just went with her as a friend, but the same blogs said she was OUT his life. They keep pushing the NDA fulfillment date back, people wake up- there is no NDA and this date will always get pushed back. It’s no problem to ship them but this is not what Nic and Luke had in mind. People wanting to control and dictate their life and be upset when they realize Nic and Luke are healthy, happy and living their life.

Hi anon, thanks for sharing your thoughts. I understand the frustration.

I’m not sure who you’re referring to when you say toxic. I know there’s a small majority who take it way too seriously but over here we’re all good vibes and just having fun. No one I follow or who follow me is ever disrespectful towards Nic and Luke. If you’re seeing blogs who are, and this goes for everyone, make sure you report and block. Everyone has their own opinions and some can be aggressive unfortunately. It’s apart of being involved with a fandom. If people are finding themselves being mad at Nic and Luke then they need to reevaluate themselves. My blog is pure speculation and what I believe to be true. I’ve stated on here that I don’t believe in the NDA theory. Also, please don’t come onto my blog accusing me of being obsessed and nasty. My blog is for me to express my thoughts I have on Lukola and I have never said anything nasty about them and neither have my followers. If you’d like to share who the blogs are who are being nasty towards Nic and Luke please do and we will all go report them.

I completely agree that Nic and Luke don’t owe us anything. I’ve never had any post insinuate that I or anyone else thinks that. The majority of this fandom don’t think that. Again, there’s always going to be some rotten eggs in the basket and it really sucks because that’s not what Lukola is about but unfortunately we can’t do much about it besides reporting and blocking.

Hopefully the nastiness you’re seeing will die down soon. Shipping is suppose to be fun and light hearted which is how I keep my blog and there’s others who do the same. As I’ve stated in this post and in previous posts, my blog is mainly speculation (with some actual facts thrown in) and I’ve never claimed for my speculations to be truth.

[dootznbootz]

Hello. I honestly don't know how to prep this but uh, why do I feel like MM's Circe had so much potential? Like, MM did the lazy thing that is "making Circe's life a living shit show because that's the only way her actions would be justified" which... Is the annoying thing most modern interpretations do.

One good example would actually be EPIC: The musical. But in EPIC it only works because Circe isn't exactly a vocal point. And Circe having a motive plays into a pretty big theme of the show (Specifically in the song "Monster" where Odysseus is basically just... Contemplating everything)

But when you have 400 paged book, focusing around Circe, you have so much potential to focus more on the godly elements of these people. Someone else has said this before but ama say it too. The Greek gods had REASONS for acting the way they did. Zeus misused his power, that's what a king does. Artemis's wrath was unmatched when you wronged her, that's how nature is. Hades took a young girl from her mother, that's what death does.

And I'd like to add some of my own.

Aphrodite is a completely morally gray character, that's how love can be, it can go againts you sometimes. Dionysus was all over the place, sometimes good sometimes terrible, that's what madness is. Hermes is swift and a trickster because that's what people we deem 'messengers' can be like, via rumours.

When you notice these complexities to the characters, you start to realize. Circe misused her magic on innocent people for entertainment, that's what black/evil magic does. But at the same time, she helped Odysseus. Because even evil magic, or the 'worst possibilities' can be useful sometimes.

I think it is SUCH a missed opportunity MM didn't focus more on this aspect. Because that would've made for such an interesting story an unique story. Most of these modern retellings try to push modern ideologies on ancient works, which doesn't work. No retelling tries to tell these stories in a ancient Greek perspective (which is actually fairly easy you just have to do your research)

And with an author as skilled as MM is, I'm sure she could do it. But honestly, I don't think her writing is good in the perspective of Greek mythology. She could probably do a great modern story but let's face it, that wouldn't get as much money.

A story focusing around a goddess, and what it means to be a divine personification of nature and a concept, not to you but to the humans you exist for.You can really focus a lot on that and it could be such an interesting story.

All of these writers to me just seem like they're exploiting Greek mythology, which bugs me. If miller wanted to tell these stories, she would've told THE stories with her own twist. Not completely change them to the point they lose their charm.

If miller couldn't do that, if she wanted to write a complex feminist character she wouldn't have chosen Circe.

Something I really admire in your work is how you characterize these guys. It's obvious you're extremely passionate. I also love how you give Penelope clear flaws. You don't have to mortify everyone else to make her 'stand out' or to be 'more likable'. I really love your fic and I'm wishing you nothing but success in the future! :D

Anyways, enough about MM's book.

What do you think is one of Penelope's favorite little quirks od Odysseus', like something he does she finds really cute? :)

I hope you find pretty flowers today and get a sweet for free, dear anon. This ask made me so happy as it's like, perfect. As you gave a Circe rant that will be fun to dissect but also gave me a silly lil question for me to feast on and for the balance and the silly and I love it. You also sent it at the perfect time as I was getting a wee bit sad about how women from Greek Mythology get treated by retellings and fandoms. This really cheered me up 🩵

And thank you so much for the sweet compliment! It means so much to me that you love my silly lil guys as I love sharing them! And don't worry I am working on stuff! ;~; I know I'm taking a while but I am!

I'll do the cute stuff Penelope loves about Odysseus :P

(I do have them "mirror" each other a lot with "like-minded" so they often have SOME similar traits in some ways that both find endearing about the other. (both love watching the other brainstorm/think/swindle/winning/etc., both love (and are sometimes annoyed by) their stubbornness.) Stuff like that :D Also in general. Thank you, Anon. You've made me realize I've been going a wee bit too crazy with Penelope and kind of forgot about Odysseus.

1.) This is a past post that goes into it more but she just adores his freckles. She has counted them and memorized them. She's going to kiss every single one. He mostly has them on his face and shoulders but they are peppered a lil everywhere (he gets it from his mama). She uses the freckle pattern he has across his nose as "stars" for her tapestries.

Rando: Hey, that's not how the stars are mapped. Penelope: They're my stars, asshole >:(

She has to do a "recount" when he returns as some of his "stars" are covered by scars now :')

2.) She loves his hair and how well-groomed he usually is. He also is a bit like a cat in how he loves being pampered. (lil post about that) She loves scratching at his scalp and at the tiny hairs that are at the back of the neck. She loves the pretty grays he has when he returns as well :') She really loved how he looked without and with a beard. (It doesn't end up growing too long anyway)

3.) He's very warm. She's not really affected by temperature too much (she's used to freezing rivers and she herself is naturally cold. Her average temperature is colder than the average person. She only really has to worry about "drying up".) she loves his warmth. She wraps herself up in blankets while he's gone despite not really needing them sometimes as...she misses her furnace. (also his snoring) He also wraps himself in her blankets while away but sadly wakes up to them tossed about because he gets too hot. He needs his lil iceblock wife.

4.) She just adores his big laugh. The laughing so hard you cry one. Hearing it was kind of a "...Okay, I wanna hear that again." for her.

5.) He tends to bite his lip. Sometimes it's endearing and hot but he also will often rip at them. She tries to help him with this habit by distracting with kisses...Though with her teeth, it doesn't always help. Fun fact: For their first kiss on the lips, they were so stupid excited that he knicked himself on her teeth. She felt awful but he just kissed her again. It was bloody and bad but they were so happy. His bad habit returns when he's away because he's not getting his kisses 😔

6.) He whistles while he whittles often.

7.) So ancient Greece had yo-yos (probably in Odyssey but I'm getting silly with it)...and Odysseus is a nerd who WILL do tricks with them. (they can be made with wood and string so... odypen lol) He has fun trying to show other people how to do it too. It's a nice fidget. (modern day he would have definitely been that guy with that rubix cube lol)

8.) So Penelope is better at getting more for less, (lowering prices) and Odysseus is better at giving less for more. (selling shit for good things) They both can do it but they have their strengths.

9.) He got big eyebrows and with his weird "face shifting" thing he inherited from Autolycus, he can make a lot of silly faces.

10.) He tends to make sandcastles whenever he waits for her at the banks of rivers.

11.) He's a "heavy stepper" when he's not sneaking. It's not because of his scar. He just likes walking like that. :) Not so much "stompy" but she finds it cute that she knows it's him coming based on the footsteps she hears.

Some things that annoy her >:3

She's incredibly ticklish and he's not so much and he keeps doing it. STOP IT >:(

So she's smaller than him in mine and in general, he loves draping himself across her (he's like a cat remember?). Most of the time she loves that weight as she loves him and he's a warm weighted blanket. Though while she's strong, he'll sometimes be a brat and put so much of his weight on her just to mes with her. (mostly when they're young and dumb. not so much after he returns)

(Not this big of a size difference ofc but you know >:) )

Those are some and I have more rattling around in my head but I wanna finish this ask and I gotta do some shit :')

Thank you again, Anon. This made me happy <3

[a-haunting-memory]

HII OMG, FINDING A LACKADAISY WRITING BLOG THAT TAKES REQUESTS NOWDAYS IS A GEM, THANKS SO MUCHHH!!!!

Anywho, could I request a Wick x Fem Reader (Could be GN if you feel more comfy with that) where they are never really chosen and always a second or third or fourth option, and are insecure about it, so when they get closer to Wick they are surprised when he reaches to them a lot, asking to spend time together mostly at his house, though sometimes out, (Wick has a lil crush on them, but no confessions in this one pls) and are confused so ask him about it the next time they go to his house, (PLEASE HAVE WICK YAPPING AGOUT ROCKS OR BUGS OR HISTORY CUZ HE FEELS COMFORTABLE AROUND READER TO DO SO) and he confusingily says that he simply likes being around them, and enjoys their company, but he is really careful with his words cuz he doesn't want for them to find about his feelings yet/scare them off <333

YES I KNOOOOWWW!!! AND IT PAINS ME SO MUCH WE HAVE SO LITTLE LACKADAISY FANFICS CONTENT!!

Oh man, I'm gonna start yapping...

I didn't really think this blog would come to existence, surprise surprise. It started when I was complaining to my friend about how a fandom that I'm in is really lacking some good fanfics😭 my friend then said "then you write some" and it felt like a push of some kind. I really procrastinated writing anything and didn't really feel like doing it but one day after reading a scrumptious masterpiece I decided that we need more people like the author of that fanfic and maybe it's time for me to serve other people too lmao. After all felt like I understood some characters well enough to write them properly hence I decided to shoot my shot and here I am! I might not be the best nor popular or anything but it's still pretty surprising how many people have liked my writing so far! If I feel bold enough (and you'd like my idea) I might also start posting some other content here like idk my ocs/arts of them or maybe even sharing headcannons for them (I have a lackadaisy oc, I'd be very happy to yap about her!! >:D ), perhaps one day, who knows? But back to writing, I hope I really do write stuff well and that you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy the masterworks of others. I'm really happy to see any comments or reblogs or any interactions with my blog. Also I draw conclusions from all the comments to make my writing better so I'll repeat myself, please lmk if you can tell something is off or even a simple compliment about my post being in character is so lovely to hear and it helps me to see what I do right or wrong!

Whoof, that was a lot! Hope I didn't lose your attention💀 my apologies, love your vibes!

AND YEAH LETS GOOOO!!! >:DD

Somehow I ended up not needing to mention any gender so it's gender neutral. (I don't mind writing 'x fem reader' trust me ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ) I don't even know how I manage to make my works so neutral)

You never were anybody's first choice. Why was that? Were you too boring? Or maybe the opposite and when it was your turn to talk you bragged too much, maybe you had too many weird interests which none of your friends liked? do mi ti "Why not me?" Whyyyy not meeeee. You thought about that a lot. It was a sensitive topic and if anybody asked what's on your mind, you always brushed it off or covered it up with a quick lie. Why would they care anyway? Clearly you weren't special enough for them to be their first choice.

A strange thing happened when one evening you met a charming Siamese. Something between you just... Clicked. You could listen to him for hours and he seemed to be interested in what you had to say too. He often was the first one to ask you out anywhere, you didn't have to bother. Is this finally the moment when your curse gets broken? But why was that? Why was it suddenly him who would act differently? Did you change something about your behaviour that made you look special or maybe you had something he wanted? It's not like you didn't trust him, but it seemed odd that - suddenly after years of being pushed aside and brought back immediately when someone needed you because 'XYZ' couldn't come or do something they wanted - people changed their minds towards you. You were sick of these thoughts. They fogged your mind way too often. You wanted an answer. Wick had it. You had to get it out of him.

Wick invited you over this Wednesday. He said he had something cool to show you. You gladly took up on his offer and waited with anticipation till the day comes. You showed up on his doorstep on Wednesday and knocked on his door. Wick opened the door and his lips widened in a smile at the sight of you.

"Hello Y/N, it's good to see you. Please, come in." He moved to the side and held the door open for you while you walked in.

"It's good to see you too, Wick. What do you have in store for me today?" You turned to him and asked.

"Oh I'm glad you ask. You won't believe what I've found on my last trip!"

He motioned with his hand for you to follow him. You two took a walk through his house before you stopped in front of the door that was so familiar to you. Wick kept most of his acquired artifacts in that room. You loved this place since that's where you two often spend most of your time, talking about the object that lingered in there.

Wick opened the door with visible excitement on his face. You walked in first and he quickly followed after. He got ahead of you and walked up to a table that stood in the middle of the room. He stopped beside it and looked at you proudly. After taking a look at the table you realized there was a mold fossil laying on top of it.

"woah, what's that?" You leaned closer to the artifact that was now right in front of you. You leaned down to inspect it better. Something oblong, slightly rectangular seemed to be printed of top of the stone. "How old is it?"

"Oh I'm not sure yet. It looks like some specie's claw to me. If I'm lucky enough, it might even be a sign of an ancient species! I can just assume it's over 10,000 years old. This item is still quite new in my collection hereof I haven't inspected it well yet. Did I mention you're the first one of my associates to see this? I'm planning to take a closer look at it soon though!" He chirped

"Wait what?"

"It's quite impressive, right?" He turned to you with his hands proudly resting on his hips and a striking grin on his lips. However his smile slightly faltered when he saw your confused expression. He realized that's not what you meant. "I uh... Why, what's wrong?" he asked with confusion.

"Why me?" You asked bluntly.

"I- why shouldn't you be? I thought you would like to see it?-" Wick seemed confused.

"No. I mean... Why do you invite me of all people. Why do you want to spend time with me?"

"I uh-..." Wick paused. "I just like being around you... I enjoy your company. Your presence is quite nice... and comforting." He raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck. You could sense the embarrassment in his tone.

"oh..." You stood there for a bit in silence. Staring at him and processing his words. "You think so?"

"Of course." Wick nodded with a soft smile.

A moment of silence passed.

"Why?" You asked almost on autopilot.

"what? What do you mean why? We share interests, you actually listen to me, I just think you're a wonderful person in general-" he paused to collet his thoughts and took a breath in. "Where are these questions coming from?" He arched his eyebrow and tilted his head.

You didn't feel like talking about your insecurity. You trusted Wick but at the same time you didn't want him to think there's something wrong with you.

"Nowhere, just curious." You offered him an awkward smile which he reciprocated.

"if you say so." He shrugged.

Wick knew better than to pressure you into answering him truthfully. Perhaps you'll tell him when you're ready.

"Uhm" you cleared your throat. "About the fossil-"

"Oh, right!" Wick's ears perked up and he turned to look at the artifact. You could see that gleam in his eyes. "I dug it up last week while I was examining a new area that was to be designated for another quarry. I can't believe I got so lucky! [...]"

The smile on your face grew as he continued talking. You were grateful for the way Wick treated you and you hoped that the way others viewed you wouldn't change his perspective.

A/n: AAAA this took me so long to write! I started it almost two months ago and I couldn't get myself to finish it. I was writing and writing but it all sounded bad and out of place so I had to change pronunciations and make some parts of the conversation look more fancy shmancy lackadaisy like, idk how to explain it. (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠) Why does this fic look so short? Why is it so short, I spent too much time on this to be that short ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

And also I really liked this request tho, I might make a part 2 in the future, lmk if you'd be interested! X3

[jessepinkmanlvr]

Jesse agere headcannons? 🥺

eee i’ve been wanting to do some for a while!! agere is sadly so misunderstood online and i think it deserves some positive attention in fandoms :) it’s such an important thing to treat respectfully and lovingly.

soooooo!!!

Agere Jesse Hcs!! 🐛🧃

SFW INTERACTION ONLY!

(a little angsty, i apologize!! 😭)

☆ i think his regression would likely be involuntary and start after ginny’s passing, he doesn’t know why he does it and likely wouldn’t know about it as a coping mechanism/ trauma response and just think it’s something “weird” he does :(

☆ he keep it private bc he’s afraid of people taking them less seriously than they already do or using it to belittle/manipulate him (cough cough walter white)

☆ so when he’s alone, he finally lets himself be small!!

☆ i think the age he would regress to would probably be around 4-5, but could fluctuate depending on day. all that really matters to him is getting to enjoy being small and safe

☆SONIC!! i absolutely think sonic is a big part of his regression. Watching cartoons, playing the games, and coloring. Sometimes when he’s little he’ll just scribble on coloring pages outside of the lines to relieve stress.

☆ playing with bugs!!!! i hc that he wasn’t allowed to play with bugs when he was little without getting yelled at or being called gross (again adam and diane can burn in hell) so when he regresses he’s able to let himself have that time to play and be curious without punishment. I think he would go looking for caterpillars on a rainy day and just hold them for a little while :)

☆ i don’t think he really uses pacifiers or onesies but for sleep i think he likes to sleep in bigger shirts and some soft pants. (Maybe even one of ginny’s old shirts so he can feel like she’s still there taking care of him)

☆ he watches a lot of cartoons when he’s regressed. I think he likes to pretend his favorite characters are taking care of him when he’s little. Like maybe sonic as his big brother. i know kanga man and rewindo are supposed to reflect him but i also think he treats them like imaginary friends :)

☆sometimes he goes to the store and buys himself some toys he always wanted, like hot wheels, legos, action figures. He tries to act big at the cash register but the second he gets in his car he’s so so excited he’s already ripping off the packaging with the biggest smile :)

☆he LOVES halloween. he really wishes he could trick or treat without judgement but i think he still dresses up, he’ll buy himself the candy and then come home and pretend he had a fun night full of trick or treating and fall asleep watching some old cartoon halloween specials on tv

☆he gets the giggles so bad when he’s regressed, like always laughing at small things. like if he sees a funny commercial on the tv or a funny looking bug he just lets out these big squeaky happy laughs

☆ sorry ending on an angsty note again because apparently i love making myself sick with sadness but i think when hes big and relapses after a period of sobriety he always hides his stuffies so they don’t see and tells them he’s sorry and comes to get them later when he’s little and needs to cry it out :(

AHH I HOPE THESE WERE GOOD I MIGHT DO MORE IF THESE DO WELL!! :) (MAYBE W ME AS A CG!!)

[rewriterory]

Ok hear me out, people always say idia x vil wouldn’t work bc it doesn’t make sense but let me just explain why I think they’d be a perfect match lowkey:

The argument I hear all the time is that idia is neurodivergant in some capacity and has issues with executive dysfunction so he has trouble taking care of himself. Well good news, vil would be more than happy to make a schedule for him. Nothing crazy like what he does for himself, but just daily hygiene/ grooming/ self care tasks (brushing teeth, eating an actual meal, showering, etc). I think this would be great for idia ?? He could make it like a visual chart and then he kills two birds with one stone, he takes better care of himself and he FEELS better, bc he isn’t running on empty or constantly disheveled.

I also think dating vil would improve idias confidence too. Vil is the kind of person that wants to bring out the best in everybody around him and I know he would make sure idia knows all the amazing qualities he possesses.

Something that bugs me about a lot of vil pairs I see in the fandom are that they really rely on vils beauty, his status, his connections, what have you. All very superficial things that could be lost at any second (cough cough book 6). I think what vil needs in a partner is 1. Someone that shares his sense of ambition and self improvement which I think idia does in his own way, and 2. Someone that genuinely gets to know and love vil for who he is as a human being, not as a super model or a famous actor or whatever. Idia thinks vil is gorgeous obviously he says it all the time, but I don’t think that’s what would initially draw him in or keep him so whipped with vil. Imo, I think idia admires Vil’s confidence, but I also think he’d listen when they lay awake together at night and vil tells him about WHY he had to build such a tough skin in the first place. I think idia admires his commitment to his passions (something they both share). But mainly, I think what would really get idia is when they spend real, private moments together. Like when idia realizes vil will try his absolute hardest to put up a fight in whatever video game they’re playing, or when he learns about the genres vil likes to read and watch , when he notices little mannerisms and habits vil has that nobody else pays attention to. When they start playfully roughhousing around on the couch and idia realizes oh damn vil is built, he’s not this delicate little flower that I thought he was. How Idia would start grinding in his mmog game to get all of the rare, glittery armor bc he knows it’s vils style, only to quickly find out that vil is actually getting kind of good at the game and will defend Idia in said glittery armor. The way idia would reference some random childhood story vil shared with him two months prior and vils heart would stop bc he realized idia was actually listening.

I think idia may not seem like he’s engaged 24/7 during his social exchanges in the game, but I think he’s the kind of person that really is listening and taking things to heart. He’d notice so many little things about vil and that would absolutely sweep vil off his feet bc for the first time in his life someone sees him for what he really is: just some freaking guy. Idia doesn’t put him on a pedestal or make Vil’s appearance the backbone of their relationship; he just likes vil. Him being gorgeous is just a nice bonus.

Anyways I think they should kiss thank you and goodnight

[vintagebuckybarnes]

S'more Friends, S'more Fun

Pairing: Best Friend! Steve Rogers x Avenger! Best Friend! GN! Reader

Total Wordcount: 0.7K

Summary: Tony has arranged for all the Avengers to go on a trip so everyone can relax for a few days without thinking about saving the world. Once everyone is comfortable around the campfire, he brings out the marshmallows that will be used for roasting, and that’s when you discover your best friend, Steve, has never roasted marshmallows before. You’re happy to help him, as you’re always excited to show him the ropes of things he has never done before.

Tags & Warnings: Canon compliant, Avenger! Reader, genderneutral! Reader, references to a difficult childhood (non-graphic), found/chosen family trope.

Story Rating: Teen

Author's Note: Hi, welcome to my very first story written for Steve Rogers! I was in a very cozy mood when writing this, so I hope you will enjoy this fluffy piece with me. I also cannot stop staring at this GIF, as he looks adorable to the highest degree! 💜

Writing Prompts @fandombingo: Steve Rogers @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition: Fireplace

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In all honesty, you love saving the world and the people walking around, but a relaxing trip to a cabin in the woods with your closest friends and colleagues has to be a close second. The atmosphere is relaxed as everyone sits around a large, crackling fire as funny stories are exchanged about one another, laughter being the best medicine to the problematic time everyone has battled through the past few months.

You’ve always been looking for the feeling of family, and now that you’ve found it within the Avengers, you’re more than grateful than ever to have gone down this path in life. Though your childhood hasn’t always been easy, with you needing to hide your assassin abilities, you’re making up for it every day by spending as much time as possible with your chosen family.

Tony, who’s taken on the role of the Dad you never had from the day you met, smiles at you as you gaze into the fire, a sense of calm lying over you that makes him feel more proud than ever. Without him, you wouldn’t be where you are today, and when you meet his gaze, you immediately smile back at him, appreciation visible on your features.

“Who wants to roast some marshmallows?” he suddenly asks, and you immediately perk up at Tony, mentioning your favorite treat. You’ve always enjoyed roasted marshmallows, whether by themselves or in the form of s’mores, but you’ve never been able to get enough of them. As everyone enthusiastically agrees, you can’t help but notice that one person is less enthusiastic about the idea than the rest: Steve.

There’s no one sitting beside him on the log he’s occupying, as Bucky has moved to sit next to Natasha to make their conversation easier, so you get up to be able to plop down on the log next to your best friend. From the moment you and Steve met, there’s been an unexplainable connection, and it has only grown over the years, making the two of you nearly inseparable now.

“A penny for your thoughts?” you ask. You look up at Steve, the flames forming a golden-orange hue over his handsome features. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he tries to hide the embarrassment that’s threatening to show all over his face, his mind battling if he should tell you the truth or not. Though it’s relatively insignificant, he doesn’t enjoy admitting that he’s never done something.

“I- uhm… well,” he starts, his hand rubbing his neck as he’s trying to find the words to say he’s never done something as simple as roasting a marshmallow. You show him a kind smile as he looks at you, and that’s when he decides to go for it.

“I’ve never roasted a marshmallow before…” he says shyly, his cheeks turning bright red at the confession. A nervous chuckle is audible as he looks away, a bit anxious about your reaction. You surprise him with your response because you’re giving him one he didn’t dare to expect after everything he’s been through.

“Really? Well, in that case, I think it’s about damn time we change that, don’t you think?” you tell him with a broad smile, your hand lying on his arm in support. The simple touch is precisely what he needed to feel to know you mean it, and now he can’t stop himself from smiling, too. And that’s exactly how you explain to Steve how roasting marshmallows works.

With the first one, he held it too close to the fire, making it catch on fire in the process, which resulted in a burst of good-hearted laughter all around, but the second try is already a lot better. It’s still a bit more burned than he would have liked, but his pride in doing this makes him not mind the burnt taste.

“Thank you for explaining; I deeply appreciate it,” Steve says before eating the third one. A satisfied hum leaves his lips as the gooey marshmallow is now nearing perfection. He has rarely felt safer and more comfortable in his life, and he’s happy to share this moment with you, Bucky, and the other Avengers, as they’re his found family, too.

Navigation ~ Steve Rogers Library

GIF: Source ~ All the other graphics you see on this post are made by @vintagebuckybarnes.

[olasketches]

So the fight is really over...my glorious four armed giant spider is gone. Yuji really was foreshadowing about the slime thingy heh. I'm so happy to see the trio back and together again like you tell me this a year ago this is what was going to happen and I'd just give you a maniacal laugh. But I still don't know how to feel about Sukuna's end like we all knew he was going to die and in perspective it does feels satisfying. Sukuna being ripped apart from Megumi and his little convo with Megumi...yeah dude really is walking contradiction. Always saying he's living to die but actually doesn't want to die. Indirectly answering Kashimo's question. But his end just seems...eh? Like at first Kenjaku's end seemed like that to me too but it made sense later on. Kenjaku came in silence and went like that but Sukuna he was never like Kenjaku or Mahito so his ending being parallel to Mahito didn't really sit right with me and i actually wanted him to get anything but a glorious death but this feels...stale somehow? Idk he's still the same untrue to himself. Wish we could get more of his thought process. Or maybe this was it to show Sukuna's denial became his defeat. I just hoped for more emotionally charged defeat of his..but it's GeGe story I'm happy they're telling it like they want to.

Also Uraume and Hakari was funny too they fought all this time bonded, praised and just dipped. Makes me think if they had a binding vow with Sukuna too? Sorry for all the yap and incoherence. I'm just feeling underwhelmed? Overwhelmed? what are your thoughts regarding this chapter and Suku's end?

"my glorious four armed giant spider is gone" took me out sksksksk he's really just a bug when you think about it lol.

anyway thank you for sending me your ask. I really liked reading your thoughts and how you called suku out for being contradictory and a hypocrite till the very end AS YOU SHOULD THANK YOU!! honestly, this fact alone makes the whole chapter all the more special to me but on this in a sec cause I'm guessing the reaction to his demise is quite... well I guess ppl are not really happy with it..??? I mean some of them probably are and by "some" I mean *cough, cough* the haters *cough, cough* but well... I wouldn't know cause ONE I'm actually (and maybe surprisingly) super pleased and satisfied with this chapter and TWO, I didn't go and check others reaction to it lol I'm planning to keep it that way for now. I'm really not a big fan of twt fandoms spaces in fact I can't stand them... too much negativity and toxicity *shudders*.

so my thoughts... to put it simply, I loved it more than loved it actually. and yeah yeah sure he turned into a slimy lil bug which probably put many people off but hey let's not forget sukuna was basically like a parasite possessing megumi's body, so it makes sense that once peeled off only curse-like residues would remain... but I can understand why some stans didn't like that part. I personally found funny but that's just me lol.

and yeah the final seemed quite underwhelming, but I think that's what makes it so good. I didn't want sukuna's death to be the most interesting thing about his character and well it's not. rather than having a big an "after life" moment like jogo, gojo or kashimo, he spent his last moments with the only person who cared about the human sukuna so stubbornly tried to burry inside him.

I actually found his conclusion to be quite beautiful and moving, cause instead of being looked down upon by yuuji as many stans thought would be the case, he was offered something else entirely. something no one ever gave him - kindness and love. yes, I'm using the "L" word here cause in the end that's what it was... yuuji showed sukuna the true value of love. he accepted him and ask him to live with him despite everything sukuna has put him through. despite all the chaos chaos and distraction he caused him, yuuji still accepted him. he not only showed sukuna genuine empathy and compassion but also recognised that sukuna is really... just like him. when yuuji looked into (blop) sukuna's eyes (my beloved) he could only see himself. he realised that under different circumstances, he could've turned out like sukuna if he didn't have his grandpa by his side. he realised that if he could have turned out like sukuna then sukuna could've turned out like him too, that if only sukuna had someone who loved him and guided him and accepted him, he most likely wouldn't have turned into a curse, which is another thing I loved and cry about in this chapter.

sukuna only saw himself as a curse :")). he acknowledged yuuji and finally called him by his full name but in the end he still only think of himself as a "curse" not as human, not even as a god or king of curses but only a curse :")).

the reason why I loved just how "underwhelming" his death felt like is because instead of framing and defining his entire character by his his final moments, gege made the rest of his moments in the manga stand out EVEN MORE. instead of having a moment of reflection and introspection in this chapter as well as in chapter 265 or 266... and oh well entire shinjiku showdown basically, his character started to trip and reveal just how contradictory he is. sukuna claimed he was satisfied with his life and doesn't care about dying, he also claimed he doesn't care about ideals and even despised them, he also claimed he doesn't feel anything and he doesn't need others to satisfy him and then you have all those small moments when you realise "wait, that is not right" and you look back and rethink everything. sukuna does feel and he NEEDS others to satisfy him, cause that's what his entire "philosophy" hinges on.

"Every human has a unique and fleeting taste... which makes devouring them a perfect way to pass time until death"

he DID get excited when maki became the first person to ever give him a role

This is a first. You're the only one who ever forced a role upon me. (while grinning like a maniac)

and then megumi lied his bs out in the open and revealed that sukuna was afraid of death too, despite believing otherwise

Even something like you fears death...

this only goes to show that sukuna convinced himself (and many other readers) that he is not human, that he is above that, that he doesn't care about the things they do... but if even "something like him" feared death, got excited to be given a role, praised and encouraged others for their talents and skills and connected to them in one way another only to "pass time" or knew about flowers and caught a crayfish then that means... he must be human too.

and even if sukuna and the rest of the world couldn't and didn't want to accept that, there was one person who did. someone sukuna hurt the most, someone who saw him at his worst and at his weakest. someone who in the end still decided to show him love, because he belived sukuna is still worthy of love, despite everyone and maybe even sukuna himself, believing that he no longer is worthy of such thing.

"Even if no one else will accept you... I'll live with you" "Itadori Yuuji... don't underestimate me. I'm... a "curse"!