#heartbeat 2023

[theinfinitedivides]

f*ck soulmate marks with their first words to you on it it's 2023. get yourself one who will bite you bite you bite you and then bc of however sh*t works in this universe turn that bite into a functioning sonic radar system. congratulations it's an Airtag you can now sense them and them specifically if they're in Situations and you've had enough to eat

[thevampcave]

가슴이 뛴다 Heartbeat (2023)

[dopening]

Heartbeat 가슴이 뛴다 (2023) Gif

[tytangfei]

How are you guys tracking the kdrama Heartbeat because I want to find the drama, not random pro-life posts 😭😭😭

[taecyeonest]

(Ok)Cats Have Nine Lives

Complete crack one-shot of a better ending for Heartbeat (2023)

(I can't take all the credit for this. It is the result of a rant with my mom and sister about the many ways this ending could have been better.)

Also on AO3: Link here

The tone of the funeral was morose, as could be expected. For someone who waited hundreds of years to feel his heart beat, it was terribly tragic to think he never would. There was hope that he would find her again, but hope is a poor consolation prize when staring at Woo-hyeol’s dead body.

Creaking on the staircase made all the mourners turn. There stood a chicken. No no, there stood a chicken WITH A KNIFE.

The chicken tottered its way down the stairs and towards the coffin. With a puff of blue smoke the chicken was suddenly a man. The man took slow steps towards Woo-hyeol’s body and extended his hand into the coffin. His hand tilted upwards, flexing his fingers in time with the thumping sound from his mouth.

“Can you feel your heartbeat?” The chicken man spoke for the first time.

Woo-hyeol’s eyes flew open. The audience gasped. He was lifted from the coffin by shimmering green smoke and placed standing on the floor.

“How—? Who are you?” Woo-hyeol asked.

“I am Piyoung. I have made you into a cat spirit”, chicken man said. “Cats have nine lives, therefore, you live again.”

“Why would you do this? I don’t even know you.” Woo-hyeol was dumbfounded.

“My K-pop group needs a sixth member”, Piyoung explained. “Can you rap?”

Woo-hyeol decided to let his talent speak for itself and started spitting mad fire while getting down. Piyoung joined in.

Out of nowhere, four other men appeared. The six men swung their arms against their chests and thumped in perfect sync.

The group disappeared in a rainbow of smoke, leaving behind only a whisper of “JYPee”.

[brandyovereager]

My first time writing in months and it’s batshit crack fic for a kdrama

[xiaolanhua]

2023 Wrapped – favorite characters @asiandramanet creator bingo – blending

[tumbleweed-run]

Heart Beat

(18+, Explicit) kinktober 2023 Day 13 Heart Beat Bloodweave (background mentions of themxtav)

Gale’s heartbeat had been off-putting at first. Astarion had quickly been able to relegate everyone else’s heart sounds to background noise, except Gale’s. Gale’s heartbeat had been irregular to such a degree that even the constant irregularity hadn’t become regular. It sped up at the oddest times, skipped beats frequently, and when the wizard was at his least stable Astarion had actually become a little concerned he could hear the bomb’s slow detonation. Deep in the night while the others slept, Astarion could only hear the wizard’s.

In an act of self-preservation, Astarion worked hard to try and distance himself. 

Even after the tottering wizard had stabilized the orb, it simply wasn’t normal.

It had been jarring when he first arrived in Waterdeep, the absence of chaos in the wizard’s chest. The wizard’s heartbeat had returned to a normal human tone, often syncing annoyingly with Tav’s. And maybe Astarion had spent more than one early morning watching Gale sleep, listening to see if there was any remaining tick. That was for no one to know but him. 

Part of Astarion hated how attuned he’d become to Gale’s heartbeat, and through it now his moods. Months ago if he’d imagined which of their bizarre crew he might have allowed himself to be sweet on, well, he would have laughed at his own foolishness. Then he would have chosen Tav. 

He was half right. 

It was a strange comradery with Gale, one where they still spent the majority of their time arguing. But, admittedly, without the impending death from all sides, the wizard was… likable. Astarion had never been blind and had always acknowledged Gale’s attractiveness but he’d also done that with Wyll and Halsin and Shadowheart… As much as he’d wanted to strangle each and every one of them at times, at least no one could say they were an ugly group. Even the githyanki had her appeal.

He’d just never imagined Gale being someone he’d willingly kind of live with. 

This is why when he noticed Gale’s heart rate kicking in a way that normally he’d only associated with Tav he was a bit less than personable when he spat out, “She’s not here you know.”

Gale looked at him utterly confused, eyebrows drawn together. 

He didn’t know why the wizard was confused. Tav was… somewhere. Once she’d announced she was leaving for the day Astarion had lost interest. He couldn’t move about in the sun any longer so anything beyond these walls while the sun was out was lost to him. He’d never seen Waterdeep by day and that rubbed him the wrong way. It was best not to think about. 

“You’re thinking about her,” Astarion provided once it was apparent Gale was never going to understand on his own.

“I wasn’t, actually,” Gale asserted with a shake of his head. 

Astarion huffed, amused that the wizard was trying to lie to him. “Your heart rate jumps when you see or think of her,” he explained, “which it did just now.”

Gale’s head cocked to the side, he looked remarkably like Scratch waiting for someone to throw the ball. “My heart rate?”

“Yes, darling, your heart rate.”

“You can hear it?” Gale questioned, eyes going bright with interest. He leaned forward where he was sitting and his hands folded on his lap. Astarion immediately knew this look was one of academic interest. Mentally, he kicked himself as he realized he unwittingly trapped himself into one of Gale’s ‘curiosities.’ 

“I hear a lot of things, I’m a vampire remember?” he sounded more irritable than he really was, hoping to deter Gale’s line of questioning with a sour mood. 

Gale would not be deterred. “Well, yes but very few vampires have assisted in the books written on them. I had assumed enhanced hearing didn’t go that far. Do you hear other bodily sounds as well?”

“What a disgusting way to phrase that,” Astarion said, “and well, yes, I guess I can. But the heart is more important so it’s something I focus on.”

“Yes,” Gale mused his eyes darting toward his desk as if he were considering jumping up to record these details, “being related to the blood I imagine you would.”

Astarion realized he either needed to distract the wizard, leave, or resign himself to hours of torturous and invasive questions. He didn’t really want to leave, there wasn’t much in the rest of the tower but the questions were also something he wanted to avoid. So a distraction it was. 

“What were you thinking about Tav?” Astarion asked quickly as Gale opened his mouth to no doubt ask another series of questions. “I assume it was something filthy,” he drawled. 

Gale’s mouth shut. Astarion waited as a myriad of thoughts ran about the wizard’s face. “I wasn’t,” Gale settled on, his tone unusually neutral. 

Astarion smirked, wondering what dirty thoughts had been going through the other man’s brain, especially given how hard he was working to cover up that he’d actually had them. He turned and stalked towards Gale, pleased to have been finally given something to torture him about. 

Then he heard it. The kick of Gale’s heart once again.

Astarion froze as a realization washed over him. 

It hadn’t been about Tav. It had been about him. 

Oh, dear. 

The way Gale’s eyes widened, he knew that he’d been caught. Curious was putting too mildly a point to Astarion’s feelings. He desperately needed to know exactly what the wizard was thinking. 

“So,” he asked as he resumed stalking toward Gale, “if it wasn’t about Tav, what were you thinking?”

Gale clearly knew that Astarion had realized it had something to do with him, but he was sure the wizard would lie. Which is why it came as a surprise when Gale didn’t.

“That you look… nice,” Gale admitted. 

Astarion smirked finally coming to a stop in front of Gale. “Darling,” he purred, “you don’t sound like that over nice.” He couldn’t stop himself from reaching forward to thread his fingers through the wizard’s hair, leaning over him just slightly. 

A flush rose on Gale’s cheeks, and he cleared his throat but did not answer. 

“What,” Astarion gave a little tug to Gale’s hair and his lips dropped open appealingly, “were you thinking about?” 

Gale swallowed. “You know I find you attractive,” he was still evading the question.

Another tug, less gentle this time, forcing Gale’s head back so that his neck was arched enticingly. “Yes but what had your heart pumping like that? I don’t think all that blood was going to that giant brain of yours.” He glanced down and proved his point. Gale was hard against the front of his trousers. 

Gale’s eyes had gone glassy with Astarion’s manhandling which was certainly a revelation. 

“I want to suck your cock,” the words left Gale as if he hadn’t meant to say them. The look on his face confirmed that he hadn’t. 

Astarion froze once again. 

This was crossing a line that they hadn’t crossed before. Well, it was more like violently catapulting over it. Everything they’d done leading up to this moment had been in front of Tav. This would just be them alone. It removed all sense of security they’d wrapped themselves up in. 

Gale was quickly beginning to look worried, “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“Shut up,” Astarion growled. 

Gale did. 

Astarion glanced down at his hand and realized. Realized that he’d crossed the line several minutes ago, the exact moment he’d threaded his hand through Gale’s hair. The wizard of course would let him back out graciously, more than graciously if Astarion never mentioned that he’d actually announced he wanted to suck his cock. It was with trepidation that Astarion realized he didn’t want to back out. 

The silence was weighing heavily on Gale, his eyes had begun darting around nervously. No doubt he would have fled from the room if Astarion’s hand hadn’t been keeping him in place. 

“On your knees,” Astarion ordered after letting it go on just a bit longer. 

Gale moved surprisingly quickly to his knees for someone who often lamented how they hurt. Despite this, once he was there, Gale just waited eyes locked onto the bulge in Astarion’s pants. 

“Fuck,” Astarion hissed when he realized what the wizard was waiting for. 

This wasn’t just Gale being overly cautious about Astarion’s sometimes panic attacks from certain situations. This was waiting for an order. This was submission. 

In the rare moment he’d considered fucking Gale alone he’d assumed they’d both fight for dominance. He’d been almost certain of it after he’d seen how the wizard was with Tav in bed. He’d thought that at best they’d reach and understanding, at worst he’d have to be the one to submit. 

Suddenly, the urge to wreck Gale’s composure was all-consuming.

“Take out my cock if you want it so badly,” Astarion growled through clenched teeth. 

Gale's hands were quick to follow that order, Astarion didn’t miss the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Once again, as soon as he’d completed his task, he waited. 

This was intoxicating. 

Gripping his cock with his free hand, Astarion brought it to Gale’s mouth. Teasingly, he brushed the tip across his lips yanking, Gale apparently couldn’t resist darting his tongue out for it. Astarion yanked harshly on the hand still embedded in the wizard’s hair, jerking his head back again. The noise that spilled from Gale was more a moan than anything, and his heart rate enticingly sped up with arousal. 

“Open,” Astarion ordered, tapping his cock off the wizard’s lips once he regained his balance. 

Gale’s mouth fell open, but he did nothing else. 

Astarion took the time to engrain this image in his brain, unsure if he’d be treated to this ever again. “Suck,” he said after some time. 

Gale drew Astarion’s cock into his mouth, only deterred when his lips met the vampire’s hand. He let go, arm falling loosely at his side. Surprisingly the wizard managed to swallow most of him down before retreating. 

At first, it was just as Astarion had expected: eager but skillless. Then Gale grew bolder, licking and sucking with a skill that Astarion recognized as not simply an inborn skill. Sure, the wizard spent a lot of time with his head buried between Tav’s thighs, but men were different. Cocks were different, and apparently, his wasn’t the first in the wizard’s mouth. 

He desperately needed to know, having always assumed the wizard as some kind of sexually repressed prude in his youth. Too wrapped up in magic, in Mystra, to have given his body to others. 

“And how many cocks have been down your throat?” Astarion asked, fingers tightening in Gale’s hair. 

Gale glared up at him. Astarion found he welcomed that defiant spark, the one that fueled almost all of their conversations. But instead of arguing Gale did something devastating with the tip of his tongue against Astarion’s slit. 

“Fuck,” Astarion hissed. He yanked on Gale’s hair, pulling him further onto his cock. He hadn’t meant to and was about to actually apologize when he felt the wizard swallow in an effort to relax his throat. Astarion’s eyes went wide, but instead of taking the invitation, he yanked Gale off of him. 

“I might like it rough, but I do try not to cause lasting harm,” he warned. 

“You wont,” Gale promised sounding very sure of himself. 

Astarion studied the wizard’s face for any sign of reservation. He didn’t find any.

“I am going to find every man who’s fucked your throat and write him a thank you note,” Astarion promised. 

Gale’s smile was wicked. “You’ll be writing a long time.” Then he greedily pulled Astarion’s cock back into his mouth before the vampire could even think to demand that he explain. 

Gale swallowed him down, working his jaw and throat until his nose bumped against Astarion. Astarion let him do this a few times before tightening his grasp on Gale’s hair, a warning. 

In response Gale very deliberately wrapped his hand around Astarion’s calf, digging two of his fingers into the muscle. Astarion realized this as the same motion he’d demonstrated to Tav not very long ago. 

There was no perception in which Astarion was considered green or inexperienced, yet Gale was leaving him upended. All this new knowledge was seriously affecting the image of the wizard he had created. It was leaving him dizzy and far more aroused than it should have. 

Astarion thrust into Gale’s mouth with no further warning, only stopping when he felt the ridges of the other man’s throat. Gale groaned, his other hand moving to hold onto Astarion’s leg for support. There was a soft scrape of teeth when he pulled back, and while Astarion could have ordered him to open wider or even jabbed his thumb into the wizard’s jaw, he relished in the feeling instead. Fucking into his pliant mouth again and again. 

Astarion wanted to come like this, to spill down the wizard’s throat. He intended to, but while he was an asshole, he wasn’t cruel.

“I’m not returning the favor,” Astarion warned, “touch yourself.”

He lightened up on his thrusts, doing so shallowly allowing the wizard’s tongue to massage him instead. Gale took this reprieve to pull his cock out and begin fisting it. Seeing it, Astarion almost regretted his proclamation, at some point he did intend to torture the wizard. 

“Suck,” Astarion ordered, hand falling to the back of Gale’s head. 

Gale did as he was told, sucking even as he had begun fucking into his own hand. He was moaning, the vibrations doing horribly wonderful things to Astarion. His eyes slid shut against his will. 

His head was filled with the slick sound of Gale’s hand on his own cocked, the wet moans around his, and the pounding of the wizard’s heart. It’s what betrayed Gale’s orgasm to Astarion. He opened his eyes to watch as the wizard spilled over his own clothing and hand. 

Astarion pulled Gale’s head against him as the man went pliant. His jaw relaxed totally, allowing the vampire to fuck his throat once more. Astarion didn’t last much longer, the knowledge of whose throat he was fucking pushing him over the edge faster than just the sensation. 

“Shit,” he cursed as he began spilling down Gale’s throat. He gagged now, pulling himself back enough so that Astarion finished in his mouth. Once he’d finished, Gale pulled himself back and held eye contact with Astarion as he very deliberately swallowed. 

They remained like that for some time until the wizard groaned and pushed himself up onto the sofa. 

“Perhaps some warning next time,” Gale complained. 

Astarion didn’t even bother responding, too focused on the words ‘next time.’

[offjumpoladulkittiporn]

I'm dead 😂

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[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓️ Day 13

Word Count: 1.6K Paring:  Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Heartbeat WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), dub-con (don't read if you don't like this), compulsion, handjob, obsession

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is obsessed with the hunt. As the world's biggest predator, there is nothing he enjoys more than the racing heart of his prey. And his newest target is the beautiful waitress at Rousseau's.

A/N: so far behind but really trying to get back on track, might take me a while because instead of writing kinktober I started on the next Speak chapter 🫣 the next ones might be short like this cause I just want to get them out.

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Klaus Mikaelson liked prey. He liked the thrill of the hunt when he wasn’t the one being hunted. He reveled in the smell of fear. Most of all, he loved drowning in the sound of their hearts. 

When he was just a vampire, people believed he was attracted to the smell of blood, the liquid that rushed through their veins. In reality, for him, it was the way their hearts raced. The moment they saw his fangs or the black veins that rushed to his eyes, the small organ would patter at a beat that was enough to kill them. Obviously, it was never the fear that got to them. Klaus would always drain their blood because their hearts were only interesting for a second. After? They were merely waste. 

Until he met the lovely (Y/N) in the town he loved the most. His town. 

She had started working at Rousseau’s not too long after he had settled back in New Orleans, and it was almost instantly that she caught the Hybrid’s eye. Her warm charisma and enchanting smile were only some of the superficial things that had grasped his attention. It was the intoxicating way her heart beat faster than everyone around her that made him gravitate toward her. 

He bid his time, though. Klaus didn’t approach her quickly. Instead, he came to the bar every day at 1 in the afternoon like clockwork. He would sit at one end of the bar, order a glass of whiskey, and nurse it for an hour. Then, he’d down the liquid in one go and leave. 

Three weeks. 

It took three weeks for (Y/N)’s interest to finally peak. She had seen him come in every single day, ordering the same drink and holding it for an hour, then leaving. Every. Single. Day. It was hard not to become curious about the handsome blond that came into her work daily. 

“Are you ever gonna sit in the dining section?” she asked curiously as Klaus sat on his usual barstool. “I’ve seen you come in every day for three weeks at exactly 1 o’clock. And you sit there, watching me work, but never come in to eat. You just drink your one glass of whiskey.” 

“I guess I was working up the courage to speak to you finally,” he responded coyly. “But it seems you beat me to the punch.” 

“Well, I never work behind bar, so it would have been almost impossible for our paths to cross.” 

“And yet they did,” he smirked. “So, what say you about answering this fateful call of the universe, and you agree to go on a date with me?”

“A date?” (Y/N) chuckled softly. “I don’t even know your name.” 

“It’s Klaus Mikaelson, love,” he grinned deviously. “Now, what say you? 5 o’clock, my house?” 

(Y/N) didn’t know what took over her. Normally, she would have never agreed to a date with a random stranger. Much less to their home. But, for some reason, she found herself saying, “Sure.” 

That night, she found herself inside the Abattoir, in the heart of the French Quarter. Klaus had welcomed her in and had been a perfect gentleman all night. They drank, they ate, they talked and laughed. It was perfect. Almost too perfect. 

At some point, the friendly nature of the evening had turned sexual. Klaus had kissed her first, his tongue tasting of honey whiskey and desire. And she didn’t hate it. She enjoyed the roughness of his hands as they ran across her body, mapping the expanse of her body over her clothes. She enjoyed the rush that traveled inside her, making her heart rush and her chest heave. It was all so enjoyable. 

Until… 

“Stand up,” Klaus instructed, his blue-green eyes staring intensely into hers. “Don’t move after. Don’t talk.” 

And she did exactly as he said. Suddenly, fear took over her. It was as though her body was acting without any command from her brain. She could feel her heartbeat all the way up to her throat, her pulse loud in her ears. 

“Sweet (Y/N),” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Sweet, naïve (Y/N). You should have asked around about me. One story from your fellow New Orleanians, and you would have stayed far, far away from this house.” 

There was something in the way he talked that made her tremble. His voice made her blood run cold in her veins, and she couldn’t move. It terrified her because she was frozen in her spot. 

“You see, (Y/N). Ever since I heard the beautiful beat of your heart, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” he whispered against her ear as he ran his fingers across her arms, making her skin erupt in goosebumps. “You have no idea what that pitter-patter in your chest does to me, love. Every single afternoon I came home from the bar, I had to wrap my hand around my hard cock, and I’d stroke it to the beat of your heart. I’d slide up and down my length until I finally came thinking just of you. It’s truly intoxicating, dear. And now that I have you here, I don’t know how I could ever let you go.” 

(Y/N) tried to talk, but her words got caught in her throat. Only whimpers would leave her mouth. Thin strands of water ran down her cheeks, terror sinking into her bones. 

“Alright,” he chuckled. “You can speak.” 

“W-what are y-you?” she stammered. “W-why are y-you d-doing this?” 

“Oh, darling, I’m the best thing that has ever happened to you,” he grinned darkly. “You’re gonna be a queen, love. Your heart will belong to me, and I will give you anything that you desire.” 

“Why me?” 

“It’s your heart,” he said. “It sounds so beautiful it could only beat for me. Just feel how excited it makes me.” He placed one of her hands on his hardened bulge, massaging his length through his pants. “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“B-because of my h-heart?” He nodded. “But how can you even hear it?”

“I’m the Hybrid,” he said matter-of-factly. “The first of my kind. Both vampire and werewolf. Immortal and invincible.”

“W-what? That’s nonsense!” Suddenly, his eyes flashed an intense yellow starking surrounded by all the black, dark veins swimming toward the irises. It made all words die in her throat. Her eyes widened as four fangs appeared in the top row of his teeth. Truly a scene out of a horror movie. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything.” 

“Oh, I’m not afraid of that, love,” he smiled sickeningly. “And why would I let you go when you so willingly walked into my home? I know you want this, (Y/N). Your heart tells me so.” 

Still frozen in place, she could hear the sound of a zipper going down. Klaus was terrifyingly close to her body, his warmth making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on point. He was so close, and her escape was so far away. 

But the scary part wasn’t the fact that she couldn’t move or that she was in the presence of a supernatural being. What scared her was what the situation was doing to her body. Warmth had pooled between her legs, her desire dripping slowly onto her panties, creating a visible mark of just how aroused the situation was making her. Still, was her lust stronger than her fear? That she had yet to find out. 

“Tell me if you want this, (Y/N),” Klaus said, his yellow eyes trained on hers. “Tell me if you want me.” 

“I want you,” she said breathlessly, entranced by the creature before her. “I want this.” 

“Good,” he chuckled deviously. “Because this body already belongs to me regardless.” 

Klaus took one of her hands and wrapped it around his painfully hard cock, sighing as he finally sensed what her skin felt against his. With the precum that had already leaked from his red-hot tip, he ran her hand along his shaft, recreating what he had dreamed of every night since he had seen her first—a movement done by her, but everything controlled by him. 

Her heart skipped beats as her breathing became staggered, sweat forming on her forehead and the back of her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, the timing of his inhales and exhales matching the beat of her chest and the stroking of their hands. Her head swam with conflicting thoughts. A part of her wanted to jump away from him as though he was made of fire –the same part that was repulsed by what he was doing. But there was a small part of her that wanted more –the part that wanted to see just how far he would go. 

His movements became sloppy as he felt his orgasm nearing. Just the sound of her racing heart was enough to topple him over. But the entirety of the moment had him on edge. She was under his roof, pleasuring him, and she had said she wanted him. Maybe she didn’t know it yet, but she truly belonged to him already. He had decided as much. And as he painted her skin and clothes white, he knew that she would forever be marked by him. 

“A-are you done?” (Y/N) stammered, still unsure of the situation. “Please tell me you’re done.” 

“Oh, darling,” he said, kissing her cheek tenderly. “We’ve only just begun.” 

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[theinfinitedivides]

'are you crazy? why did you dump water on him?' 'should i.... not have done it?' 'no, you should have used the toilet water instead' they are insane your honor. your honor i love them

[thevampcave]

가슴이 뛴다 Heartbeat (2023)

[dopening]

Heartbeat 가슴이 뛴다 (2023) Gif

[tytangfei]

Just watched episode 1 of Heartbeat and I forgot how hot he is 🥵

[novelconcepts]

2023 wrap-up!

In honor of all the art I didn't expect to make this year (cuz BOY was this a rough 12 months), here are some of the pieces I'm proudest of.

shoot a silver bullet (point-blank range) - we love Van Palmer, and we love werewolves, so what's better than combining the two?

i can hear the sirens (but i cannot walk away) - body horror! all the Wilderness-themed body horror! ancient god-girls co-opting teamwork in the most distressing sense of the word!

honey, you’re familiar (like my mirror years ago) - what's better than a show operating in two separate timelines? smashing those timelines together and fixing a few things along the way, of course.

i’m starving, darling (let me put my lips to something) - it's so horny and so bonkers, but let's be real: sapphics turning love into communion via physical consumption is something that can be so personal.

a lifelong love letter - happy wife, happy life. these kids deserve a little kindness in the woods, even if it's a wedding no one else could attend.

wanted my heart (but i gave her my soul) - we love Taissa Turner, and we love vampires. most of all, we love Tai warring with the duality of her nature.

those are my personal faves, but honestly? the fact that I sat down and wrote 28 stories this year, when I thought my brain would never let me write again? a marvel. I'm so proud of everything under this tag.

as an added bonus, I returned to traditional art for the first time in a hot second. I'm so proud of these two, I actually have them framed on my office wall.

2023 was a wild year--filled with an awful lot of mess and loss--but it brought me back to my greatest love: making things. making gay, gay, gay things. the biggest thanks in the world to Yellowjackets as a show and the entire team behind it for reminding me how much I love stories, art, and lesbians navigating trauma. here's to following that rabbit hole deeper in 2024.

[ghostly-penumbra]

DPxDC Week 2023

16: Danielle "Dani"/Halfa Jason Todd/Heartbeat

Ao3

Dani rested her head on Jason’s chest with ease, and the older vigilante put his arm around her shoulders and with his hand caressed her hair.

She closed her eyes with a content sigh and just relaxed, letting the sounds of conversation become background noise.

After a few minutes, she heard it: weak and slow, barely there, as if about to stop. Jay’s heartbeat was just like hers.

Dani was used to being similar to Danny, it came with being a clone. Same hair, eyes, powers, likes and dislikes, same medical conditions, so on and so forth.

But here, listening to another half dead heart, she thought that maybe it wasn’t a Danny thing, but a halfa thing and, peeking at Valerie sitting across from them, she was reminded of how uniquely each of them had come to be such. Even with their differences, they were kin, and that… that made her very happy.