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uwuinhell · 5 months ago
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This whole concept has been stuck in my head for a few days and I never yapped about it to anyone so I ended up drawing it.
To explain what's happening, in case it's not too clear; Ginger (the kibby) has been able to hear a lot More stuff due to their recent mutation, and thus has trouble sleeping. So, they go to the lab where Donnie (the turtle obv) is working. And the loud, more-or-less consistent noise blocks out/overrides all the many little sounds, which helps Gin sleep. :3
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lulu-fic · 5 months ago
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𝚂𝚄𝙻𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽
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Synopsis: Your boyfriend just cheated on you. But you can't just let him get away with that, can you?
Warnings: Cheating ( not by y/n), swearing, sfw, mdni
Wc: 2.1k
An: My first published work. Genuinely nothing too crazy just dipping my toes in water but dw next chapter will be something 👀 also the ending is a bit rushed because I was sleepy 😛
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Aggressive typing sound echoed through the walls of a dingy restroom, accompanied by someone's sobbing hiccups. That certain someone was you. Who would have thought your so-called lovely evening would end up with you crying in a stall of a dirty restroom? When you thought your life was finally rainbows and sunshine, god had to give you a reality check.
Flashback
"Here's your order, sir! That'll be $6.80." You said with your fake polite voice to the customer. The said customer took his coffee and fished in his pocket for cash. He finally handed you the required amount and exited the cafe. "Huff god today is draining me." You say. You check the cafe's clock and see it's 2:00 pm. "*Sigh* Still couple of hours to go." You think. But you did not let that bother you.
You are in your most optimistic energy today. Well, today is your most awaited date with Nick, your boyfriend of one year. Your experience with dating him has been nothing but nice. And you believe he's the one. You're finally going to propose him today.
"Y/n! Give me a hand here!" You're pulled out of your day dreaming when your co-worker calls for you. "Yeah, coming right away." You yell back. "*Sigh* life is good." You thought and smiled, resuming with your day.
Time skip
It's 5:13 pm. Your shift is almost over. God, was it a busy day today? You never had such a hectic shift. "Well, my shift is finally finished." You think. You were about to start packing up for the day when the bell jingles, indicating someone had entered the cafe. It was a man.
He was intimidatingly tall and it kind of scared you. His jet black styled hair fell on his face, covering some of his features. He wore a overcoat over a three-piece suit. Perfect attire for the chilly weather. Even though he looked like a gangster. When he finally looked up, it seemed like the time has stopped.
He looked enthernal. He had sharp features- somewhat neck-to-shoulder length hair, strong jawline, siren eyes straight nose, high cheekbones- everything about him was breathtaking. He also had light eyebags, giving signs of late night work. And his lips, god his lips. He had thin, soft looking lips, like rose petals. As if the Adonis himself craved his face. If you weren't so much of a loyal partner, you would have definitely shoot your shot. But he seemed oddly familiar to you.
"What would you like to order, sir?" You ask with your most professional voice, making sure there is no tinge of emotion. "A black coffee and a chocolate muffin, please." He said. And god if you already didn't thought he was attractive, now you definitely do. His voice sounded mature, rich and gravelly. His voice was a little rough too, it felt like he spent years smoking through his stressed moments.
"Y-yeah, right away, sir." You nervously replied. Yep, now you're definitely cursing your whole existence for stumbling in words just because you thought a guy's voice was hot. Seriously, what's wrong with you?
You turned around to make his order, which wasn't some rocket science. It's just a plain black coffee. But it actually felt like that. The man just kept watching you, observing your every move. How you ground the roasted coffee beans, how you brew the coffee, how you pour the coffee into the cup. No matter how much you tried to ignore the staring, it felt like he was boring into your soul. God damn, you didn't feel this nervous even on your first day of work. Ugh!
But you forgot to ask him a crucial question, will he takeaway the coffee or drink the coffee in here? You turned around to see him...still staring at you. "Will you takeaway or drink it here, sir?" You ask. He didn't reply at first. He just kept looking at you. Okay, now you're creeped out. "Sir?" You call out again. This time he's finally out of his whatever dreamland he was in.
"Will you takeaway or drink it here?" You ask again. "Um, takeaway." He replied. You nod your head and kneel down to take out the chocolate muffin from the freezer. Genuinely, he didn't seem like a guy who would like sweets. But oh well who are you to judge someone's taste bud? You take out a white cupcake box and put the sugary treat in it. When you're finally ready with his order, you extend it to him on the counter.
"That'll will $9 dollars. Also I'll be needing your name for the bill." You say. He still just kept looking at you. Okay, now he's starting to annoy you. Why he's looking at you like you're some kind of piece of meat? "Sir?" You call out again. He still didn't reply. "Hello, Earth to sir?" You wave your hand in front of him to grab his attention, which you finally did.
"Oh, yes?" He politely ask, while blinking twice. "Your name?" You ask back with a irritated voice. He chuckles at something.
"Colter Hunt."
God, Even his name was hot. You quickly write down his name, to make it seem like you weren't just fangirling on his name. Suddenly a black card comes in front of your vision. You look up to see him holding it out with his index and middle fingers. Your attention averts to his wrist which is adorned with a silver Cartier bracelet and Rolex watch. "Damn," you think, "so he's rich rich." You add after.
You take his card and inserting it quickly in the card swip machine, telling him to punch in his passcode. He type in his passcode and takes out his card after the transaction was completed.
"Have a good day, sir!" You say, back with your professional voice. He takes his order and was just about to exit the shop when he turned around to look one last time at you, and then finally leaves.
Huff, a hectic day it was.
At the Restaurant...
You are finally at your most awaited destination for the night. You open the gate to the restaurant and are greeted by the receptionist. "Good evening, sir. How can I help you?" She asked. "Uh I have a table reserved for two under my name. Hong it is." She checks her computer real quick and give you your table number with a polite smile. You thank her and go inside.
You see Nick already seated and waiting for you. You quickly take your seat. "Sorry for being late. I had a customer last minute who was taking some time." You quickly apologize for being late. "So, what should we order, huh?" You ask while picking up the menu. "Well I wanted to try the main course of here for long time. I saw the review online and they said it's very good, even the customer service. Oh and the dessert choices are also-" You stop with your rambling in the midway when you notice Nate not responding to any of your babble. He seemed to zone out. "Hey, Nick? What happened baby?" You ask. He breaks out of whatever dreamland and finally looks at. "Huh? What did you say?" Ugh why's everyone seemed to zone out today?
"I asked did something happened. You seemed lost." You repeat. "Oh um no- I mean yes- uh I don't know." He babbles. You make a puzzled face. "What do you mean?" You ask. "Did something happened at work?" You ask again. "Uh yes- I mean no but it was someone from so technically yes but no." He again keeps puzzling his word. "Nick what are you even talking about? I don't get it." You say in a baffled voice.
"Ugh, y/n I don't know how to say this but I have been wanting to say this, but it's just I never got a chance." He explains a bit. "It's okay. You can say now." You say. "Maybe he will be the one who's going to propose me." You think with a happy voice.
"I-I...I sleptwithsomeoneonemonthagoatHalloweenparty."
"What? What did you say?" You ask not understanding his "explanation".
"I-I...y/n I slept with someone. A month ago. And I-I just feel more attracted to her." He finally says it.
"What." You depanned. "Y/n, I'm sorry! I tried to tell you this multiple time but never got a chance and-" he tries to explain but you raise a hand to make him stop. "When was it?" You ask trying to keep your temper at bay.
"At halloween party of my office." He nervously admits. "So someone from office then, huh?" You interjected. "Yes." He confirms, not trying to make eye contact with you. "Who is it?" You finally ask. "Huh?" He looks up at you baffled. "Who. Is. It." You grit your teeth.
"Rachel." He breathes out. You exhale a breath of air you didn't know you were holding. The chair makes a screeching sound as you slowly get up. "Y/n I-" He tries to utter something but you beat him to it by splashing a glass water on his face.
"Do. Not. Tell. Me. Your. Filthy. Excuses!" You yell grabbing the attention of other customer. You finally leave that place, ignoring the calls of your name from behind. You stop at your pace and take a turn and make your way towards the the restroom door that had "Staff Only" written with bold letters.
End of flashback
Tears are flowing down your face as you type out the message to your bestfriend, basically explaining the situation. You're not hurt about the fact he cheated, you're just angry on the fact that he cheated on you? Hong Y/N. You remember thinking how guys used beg for a chance to even let them take you on a date. And when you finally decide to settle down, this happens?
No, you cannot let a man control your emotions like this. Nope. You reject the fact that you are crying over a man.
You get up from the toilet seat and go outside to quickly wash your hands. You make a quick text to your bestfriend saying that you'll be late and call for a uber.
You go outside the restaurant and breath in the cold air of the chilly weather, finally feeling at peace a little. Your uber quickly arrives at your destination. "Square Town Club, please." You quickly inform the driver as you take a seat. Tonight it'll be all about you. Not someone cheating asshole.
The uber driver reaches at your said address after 10 minutes and you pay him the amount required as you get out of the taxi.
When you enter the club, it seemed like you stepped into another world. Neon red and green lights blinding your sights, party music booming through speakers, people making out or even having sex in the middle of the dance floor. "Ew, disgusting." You think. But that's main goal of tonight, only stuff like these can take your mind off that bitch.
You go over to the bar counter. You knew the bartender , Ricky, through social media. Also the reason how you got to know about this place. He looks over at you and asks, "The usual?" "No." You answer back. "Give me anything. But 10x stronger." You add. He raises his eyebrows but says nothing. As he was preparing your drink, you felt a little uncomfortable. It felt like someone was boring their eyes into you. Yes it's a club, of course you will grab attention.
But this one seemed a little off. A little familiar.
As you looked around to catch the supposed person, you attention is caught by a person sitting at the most secluded place of the club. It was a very dark corner. You try your best to ignore him. Keyword: Try.
Because the moment you look away a scary looking bodygaurd comes up to you with a drink and says, "Sir, this drink is offered by our master with the small note." Turns out the said master is none other than the guy you tried to take a good look at before.
This time you trun around and squint your eyes to take a good look at him. And this time, by some miracle, you're finally able to get a good look of him. But Oh. My. God.
It's the cafe guy.
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red-viewe · 2 years ago
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general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)
COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)
Part 2 part 1
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"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.
'Ew.'
"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.
The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.
'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.
'Just a few more days until i see them.
Just a few more days....'
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"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"
"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.
'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '
Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.
'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?
'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.
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'Knock knock knock'
'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'
You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.
"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.
'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)
Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.
You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.
"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.
"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.
"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.
"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.
"I swear i can explain-"
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"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.
"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"
"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.
"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.
"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."
"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"I love you too, beastie."
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Authors notes :D
I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY
Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.
Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)
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schrodingers-romy · 7 months ago
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Diner Vignette [Usagiyama Rumi x Reader]
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Pairing: Usagiyama Rumi x GN!Reader Word Count: ~800 [Ao3 Link]
Summary: A soft little moment at a late-night diner
Warnings: none afaik, some kissing i guess, just some sweet vibes
Notes: i've wanted to write some fluff with my wife for a long time! (also the comment i make about soft teeth grinding being a sign of contentedness from rabbits is true! however, loud or very insistent grinding can be a sign of pain or distress, so if you're unsure which your rabbit is doing please record a video and show it to a vet to be safe <3)
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The city lights filtering through the raindrop-slick window reminded you of an abstract painting, all rounded smears and bubbles of color. The soft, dreamlike quality of the view only cast the sight of your girlfriend sitting across from you in even starker relief. Your sleep-heavy gaze brightened as you focused on her.  
Rumi was still in her hero costume, fresh off patrol when she met you at your favorite diner. She was a little late, because she ran into some trouble that day; evidence of which was present on her face in the form of small butterfly stitches running across her split eyebrow. When she had bounded into the restaurant, twenty minutes late and damp with the night’s first traces of rain, you had taken care to press a gentle kiss to the wound. Even though you knew she was impossibly strong, you still felt the constant itch to comfort and care for her every miniscule injury. (She had laughed when you doted over her after she simply stubbed a toe, but she didn’t push you away. She didn’t need your care, yet she basked in it all the same.)
 Her tardiness worked in her favor somewhat, anyways. By the time she slid onto the bench across from you, there was already a fresh plate of waffles sitting on the table, ready for her to devour. Your own food was sitting in front of you, untouched, until Rumi arrived. (When you told her you were waiting, she let out a small huff and then insisted on feeding you the first forkful, as a sort of wordless apology, though you hardly were starving in the time she was absent.)
Now, she was happily plowing through her food, blueberry syrup smeared across her lips in a sticky purple gloss. Rumi tried hard to swallow before she spoke, a rare instance of politeness, but sometimes she forgot in her haste to tell you about her day. (You were a little disgusted with yourself that you found her garbled speech endearing.) You listened intently, chin in your hands and elbows propped up on the table, your own empty plate pushed to the side. You had already offered up your own meagre tales from the day, but you were tired, and the prospect of listening to your girlfriend was infinitely more appealing than talking yourself.
After the last forkful of waffles disappeared into her mouth, Rumi made to wipe her face with a napkin. You reached out a hand to stop her.
“C’mere,” you said, voice a little slower and softer than normal. Rather than leaning across the table, she got up and joined you on your bench, sliding close enough that your thighs were pressed warmly together. She was uncharacteristically quiet, and her ruby eyes watched you curiously.
You didn’t give her a verbal reply, instead closing the distance between you two and pressing your lips together.
Rumi’s lips were tacky with sugary berries, and she tasted like them, too. As you melted into her, you thought that the kiss would have been sweet without them, anyways.
It wasn’t an efficient way of cleaning her face; in fact, you really just made more of a mess. But she giggled at your antics, when you broke apart, and snatched her napkin to gently wipe your own face clean. So, it was more than worth it.
“Did you miss me today, sugar?” Rumi purred, teasing.
You tsked. “You’re more of a ‘sugar’, with your sweet tooth,” you replied.
“Ah, you see, that is precisely the reason why I picked you. Because you’re so sweet.”
“Says the sweet talker. You sure you’re not tasting your own honey, bunny?”
You both blinked at each other for a moment, before bursting into simultaneous laughter.
“That was all so cheesy,” you wheezed.
She was no better, cackling so loudly it echoed in the bare diner. “We’re both so tired, aren’t we? Our minds have gone loopy!”
The both of you continued to break out into scattered giggling fits, leaning on each other for support as you steadied your breaths and rode out the waves of amusement. Eventually, the true tiredness won, and Rumi’s head began to rest more heavily on your shoulder.
You reached one arm around so you could run your fingers through her hair, as her carmine eyes fluttered shut. A soft teeth-grinding noise drifted from her, something she once told you was a rabbit’s way of showing contentedness. You smiled at it, shifting so you could press your mouth to the crown of her head, a subtle kiss.
You knew that soon, you would have to dart your way through the still pouring rain, back to your apartment. You would have to peel off soaking clothes, then take a warm shower together that you would both be too tired to make heated, before you could finally stumble to bed.
You didn’t dwell on any of that, however; you savored the moment, holding your love close to you as the dreamlike patterns of lights outside flickered across the rain-frosted glass.
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urf4vsc0rpio · 3 months ago
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hi scorp
i have an hc request bc i loooove ur hcs
PIERCINGS we know them we love them
what piercings do u think the dimi sibs have themselves (if any) and like/find smexy on their partners?
stay cool fool
-dani lover
Dimitrescu Sisters & Piercings
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Somewhat suggestive ???
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: -
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I'm starting to figure out who you are, Dani Lover. OH AND THANK YOU POOKIE
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Bela Dimitrescu
- For some reason, I only have Rl Bela in mind rn
- Lobe piercing DEFINITELY
- She also has a forward helix piercing teehee teehee
- I don't think she's the type to get any facial piercings but if she DOES plan on getting any, it would be on her eyebrows or a nostril piercing
- Bela with an eyebrow piercing....clean up on aisle my pants ! Dattebayo, tomodachi ! Heh !
- On YOU however? She's a sucker for tongue piercings, y'all need to hear me out on this. That shit is HOT
- Or maybe a lip piercing she can tug on while kissing you, yummy. Absolutely yummy.
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Cassandra Dimitrescu
- Nipple piercings, goodnight.
- This woman ? She has a shit ton of piercings, y'all gotta believe me on this.
- Definitely has a lip piercing or sumn, Cassie w lip piercings ? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP MHM MHM
- I forgot what it's called but she has a clitty piercing, tug on em and her brain will take a screenshot and save you in her mind forever.
- Tongue piercing, I refuse to elaborate
- Her ears ? FUCKING PIERCED. ABSOLUTELY PIERCED
- Eyebrow piercing on both sides
- She defo has more, I just keep forgetting the names...
- On you ? Nipple piercings. Matchy matchy ho
- She likes to tug on em just to hear you whine
- Any piercings that she can tug on and hear you moan ? Sign her the fuck up
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Daniela Dimitrescu
- Not a piercing but she defo has an eyebrow slit
- Forward helix like Bela :3 Oh and a lobe piercing too
- She did some of her piercings herself...someone hide the needles from her...please.
- Tongue piercing but it ain't the usual kind that y'all see. Nah it's a snake eye. Why ? Because she thinks it looks silly and it looks like her tongue has eyes whenever she sticks them out
- "Y/n look what I did !" She says as she sticks her tongue out
- "YOU DID THAT YOURSELF !?!?"
- Daniela and her love for pain, never separated. She has her nippies pierced (Thank god she didn't do this herself)
- Industrial piercing (Wanna guess if she did this herself or nah ?)
- On you ? Daniela ain't picky, she loves every single piercing you have and would kiss them
- The Dimitrescu Sisters and their love for nipple piercings...you can't prove me wrong
- She's not the type to tug on them tho, she bites ☺️ (YEOOWWCHHH)
- If you have a tongue piercing then I hope you're ready to have an excruciatingly long make out sesh just bcs she likes the feeling of it against her tongue
- She finds eyebrow piercings crazy hot and I can't blame her for that bcs same girl...same
- Lip piercings...mmmhfgsgwvdbshy (Das Dani probably)
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seafoamreadings · 7 months ago
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week of october 13th, 2024
these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)
aries: the full moon this week is in your sign and highlights your relationships, and yourself in relation to others. interpersonal dramas may come to a head and spill over at this time or perhaps you have a great epiphany about yourself.
taurus: the effect is somewhat muted by the full moon but this is really a very taurean week which says mostly good things about your relationships and partnerships *if* your routines and daily rituals are on point and you are, within those structures, open to a bit of spontaneity and serendipity.
gemini: the full moon is the strongest vibe of the week and for you it can bring fun and friendship, or networking if that's more your speed! but then venus moves into sagittarius and if you wish to solidify a new acquaintance into something more, especially if it is romantic or involves you being particularly charming in some way, that passage is very powerful for you.
cancerians: a cardinal full moon like the one this week can always feel like upheaval for you. there is a need to make changes, or perhaps it's more like a sudden manifestation pops up that you forgot you used to want and now you have to assess if it's still where you want to go.
leo: the full moon may bring a change in travel plans, or bring some about where they previously did not exist. but the whole week is really good for philosophical pursuits, academia, your local neighborhood, building community, and having a good time! don't let any unexpected events bring you down. be open to them being a lot of fun when it's all said and done.
virgo: mind your resources most of all this week. time, money, your energy, or any other resources you have going for you. are they in line with your values? is there anyone vampirically draining some of them? make changes accordingly, if they don't happen automatically with the full moon.
libra: your ruling planet venus wafts around making big yet graceful moves in the midst of a full moon along your relationships axis. if you can't act gracefully in relationships at this time, put such dealings off if possible to a time when you can. elegance and poise are to be the name of your game now.
scorpio: venus still has a few very charming and glamorous moves to make from the end of your sign. then she moves into sagittarius and while the vibe shift is practically tangible, and appearances take on an air you may not be as at home with, that is a great move for your money or other resources, which are then much easier than usual for you to attract.
sagittarius: we're in for a fairly intense full moon but for your sign, this should mostly bring good fun! and as a nice bonus, shortly thereafter venus into your sign makes you extra charming and charismatic.
capricorn: honestly your week is set to go quite smoothly! you may have some surprises around love affairs, fun, hobbies, and creativity, or children even, so if you need to take any precautions in that regard this is your warning~ otherwise enjoy the delight of pleasant surprises. at most the full moon will shake up your balance of private/public life.
aquarius: while i wouldn't advise you at this time to *begin* a new academic or philosophical pursuits or book any serious travel plans, this week's full moon may bring a long anticipated development in these areas. it is a good idea to take the opportunity!
pisces: if you need to make a public statement, give a speech, or even just change you profile picture - such status-related, public-facing tasks are more auspicious if you can postpone them until after the full moon and once venus is nicely ensconced into sagittarius.
watch the transit posts in real time to have the best guide through your week. want a little more? have a look at my patreon or ko-fi.
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fir-fireweed · 1 month ago
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Heya Fir! Snuck out of hiding for the update, but I’ve donned my alias as trampoline anon again. I dunno if it’s because of the anonymity, but it makes sending asks a little less nerve wracking, lmao 🤣
I don’t know if it’s a bug, or if I’m just kind of blind and missed it (which is totally plausible, considering my horrible eyesight), but I actually did do like two earth attuned MC runs, and for some reason I don’t think Corinne had a smell descriptor thingy like the other RO’s? (Like, Bayram was describe as smelling citrus-y, Vicente like pinewood, and Calliope like something sweet, I think? My memory’s faulty💀💀😭)
Can I ask what the RO’s reactions would be to having MC cradle their face and, when asked what they’re doing, say that there’s something in their face ? Only for it to be smth silly like the mc kissing them and saying “it’s me, lol!” ? Sorry if that’s kind of incoherent - I always end up sending these late at night when I’m bored, so I’m not as good with words as I usually am.
Wanted to end w some positivity as always because you’re awesome and a writing speed demon! Was so surprised to see that snippet of grown MC at the end of chapter 2, and I shall await three patiently🫡🫡🫡
Trampoline (also privately referring to myself as the #1 Corinne fan) anon (even thought you’ve already seen my actual account💀💀) signing off! I hope you have an amazing day/night and that you have an amazing month🫡
Hello again, trampoline anon! I don’t mind the anonymity and honestly “trampoline anon” is like your shtick now, lol.
It’s not a bug but it is a HUGE oversight on my part that I forgot Corinne! 😭 My sincerest apologies to the #1 Corinne fan! I will go back and add a scent for her because I did intend to associate each RO with their own. Thank you for pointing it out!
I’m sorry, but I’m not going to answer the scenario you asked, though it is very cute. I think I’ll stay off scenario asks for a bit because they take some thought, (hence, why I sat on your ask so long). I really need to buckle down on chapter 3. But here is a cute one I answered that is somewhat adjacent. 😊
I hope you have a wonderful day/night, too! Always happy to hear from you! ❤️
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arty-chase · 2 years ago
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Cursed idea I had in the shower.
Bruce gets hit with a sleeping beauty type of curse.
You know. Be asleep in a deathlike state and only be awoken by a true love kiss.
(Let's assume Zatanna can't do shit for that type of old magic used and that was the only cure)
But the question is who is Batman's true love?
Catwoman is first candidate. He was going to marry her once. It didn't work.
Then, Damian asked his mom. Talia Al Ghul. The woman Bruce did marry and even had a kid with. Nope.
So kids are starting to panic.
They have to find that one special someone Bruce loves but he's Batman.
He doesn't talk about his feelings ever and making him do it is like pulling out teeth.
So they starts calling people they thought Bruce had good chemistry with.
Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow at the batkids' request but does it anyway. Didn't work.
Zatanna also reacted the same way.
Leslie Thompkins does it after some badgering.
Both Harley and Ivy does it to humor them.
Then, someone (Tim) finds Bruce's diary from where he was a teenager.
In it, Bruce talks about his crush on this boy, comparing him to the sun. Took a while for Tim to come to the horrifying realization that Bruce was talking about Harvey Dent aka Two Face.
They somehow managed to get Harvey to kiss Bruce. It still didn't work. But the kids are kinda traumatized by how close they were to having Two Face as a stepdad.
Then, they realised that they were only focusing on Bruce's female romantic interests so they decided to get everyone Bruce ever had chemistry with.
Clark had to awkwardly do it in front of his wife when he just came over to the Batcave check in on his best friend.
Lois gave Bruce a quick peck on the lips, just to make things somewhat even. (There was an inaudible sigh of relief when Bruce didn't wake up)
"That is the closest to a threesome with Bruce Wayne I will ever get." Lois joked, making Clark choke.
Oliver Queen went to wash his mouth right after giving the kiss. Dinah made a show of it to make Oliver jealous. The two of them took off immediately afterwards.
Hal Jordan was ready to run as soon as he did the deed.
Barry politely declined and the kids didn't push him. Because it is obvious that he and Bruce just hold respect towards each other. Same with Martian Manhunter and Aquaman.
John Constantine laughed in their faces when he heard their request. Once he realised they weren't joking, he still did it anyways and afterwards dropped an innuendo that implied that he had kissed Batman before and maybe something even more. Stole another kiss and promptly got out of Gotham before Damian had time to grab his sword.
They got the Riddler who was confused (or riddled, excuse my terrible pun) the entire time because minding his own business, got kidnapped by the Bat brats in daylight, found himself in the infamous Batcave and told to kiss Batman. He quickly did what he was told and then asked to be taken back right away so he can forgot what just happened.
The Bats voted on whether they should get Joker before they all unanimously agreed to never bring that idea again.
So the Batkids tried everything to find Batman's / Bruce's true love.
But guess what woke him up in the end? The answer was them all along. (Not Batcest. Batcest shippers DNI.)
You know that scene in Maleficent where she kisses Aurora on the forehead and she wakes up. Exactly like that.
The kids having done everything they could. Have to come to the conclusion that Bruce was as good as dead. One of the boys, maybe Dick or Jason, says goodbye and one of the others give Bruce a kiss on the forehead.
Cass started it and Dick does it too. Damian in a moment of weakness, does the same. One by one, the kids kissed Bruce of the forehead as a sign of goodbye. (You know Steph and Jason does it out of sibling peer pressure.) They all gathered to say, "Bruce, we love you."
Then, the motherfucker had the nerve to finally open his eyes in that moment to see his kids crying around him.
Bruce loves his kids. ❤️
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halucynator · 2 years ago
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Mattheo x shy!eader( Female if possible) Where she wants to get a piercing/tattoo but she's very scared to. Mattheo comforts her and helps her pick out the piercing/tattoo design. Also the piercing can be anywhere you choose.
Now or never
Hii! So sorry I totally forgot about this request xx thank you sm for waiting!! I love this idea <3 this is a short blurb bc if I extended it it'd be a drag. I might make a longer version if uni gives me the time lmao
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of needles, not proof read and my writing lmao
Also I totally have no idea what a piercing place is called so excuse me using "piercing studio" to describe it if you know the word PLEASE tell me I beg of you. And in my heart mattheo is the type of person who pretends to like to be lonely but actually hates it and fears it.
Summary: reader decides to get a piercing. her somewhat rational, mild fear of needles doesn't help.
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You stepped into the piercing studio, immediately regretting your decision. As you see that all the staff are busy, you take that as a sign to leave the place. As you turn around you bump into someone. Oh right. Mattheo came with you do you wouldn't chicken out like the last 6 times you went.
"Where are you going?" He asked "the piercing studio is here"
"oh erm they're overbooked." you said
"don't you have an appointment already for 5?" He question.
"yeah but I don't want to bother them" you replied pretending to be nonchalant.
"alright y/n what's really going on?" he asked fed up of your crap.
"okay fine you want the truth? I'm gonna sound so pathetic. I hate needles and this is probably gonna be really painful and this is not my first time coming here and trying to leave because I'm a coward and don't have the guts to get my helix pierced."
"woah woah. Slow down. You're not a coward! Everyone has fears!" Mattheo said trying to comfort you.
"you don't."
"yes. I do."
"oh and what's that?"
"erm i-" Mattheo's voice dropped down to a whisper. He hesitated before saying "I am afraid of being lonely"
"that's not irrational." You said.
"neither is a fear of needles. it's sharp. It's painful. But you can't hide from it forever." Mattheo said. "if you want it, go for it. it's now or never"
Hearing Mattheo's reassuring words you entered the shop and got your helix piercing. To your suprise it didn't hurt that much.
"oh that's beautiful" mattheo replied at your choice of piercing. "Did it hurt"
"not as much as I thought."
Mattheo's previous words of encouragement ringed in your head and you did something else that you were trying to hide from.
"Mattheo i- thanks." You said. And then "I like you" you blurted it out as if it wasn't a big deal.
"y-you do?" He questioned.
"yeah and I've been hiding from it and I think it's dumb but I didn't want to wreck our friendship and-" before you could finish your sentence and process what was happening, Mattheo's lips were on yours.
Sometimes in life you just have to go for it. It's now or never.
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achromant · 6 months ago
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Achro's 2024 Orctober Masterpost
Below is the list of prompts that i used and some thoughts that went into the sketches. They generally follow the official list from instagram, but i made a few minor changes to it.
You can click on the prompts to hop over to their respective post to see the full pic.
Warrior
Went cyberpunk with this, cause i love simplified futuristic fashion.
Mage
Polar opposite of the warrior. Wanted to do something shapey and flowing. Loosely based on my Isabella concept.
Hunter
Really didnt want to draw some kind of archer, so i went the monster hunter route. People are super horny for this one, which was almost the intention.
Priest
Tried to avoid the catholic niche, so i went with modern hazard suits. I imagine there is a very hands-on department of the church that cleanses cursed areas, like a magical cleaning service.
Rogue
Honestly, i just went for the dark gold contrast. Love me some shiny.
Druid
Just didnt want to do a green druid. Luckily, it was time for orange, so it got this nice autmnal feeling. Wanted to do a werewolf initially, but i was in the mood for something a bit more chonky. Sometimes you just need a bit more fluff, yknow?
Pirate
Oh, ya-har-har. It's a pirate! Well, a dead one, at least. I forgot why i killed him, but he probably burned alive with his ship. idiot.
Alchemist
I named him Pickles. The 5 on his helmet connects to the Five of Chalices. In tarot, that card stands for loss and mourning. I imagine that Pickles tries to replace the blood in a body with wine to achieve eternal life. He is also an idiot.
Warlock
i made eight different version for this. Still hate it. He is probably the lost brother of Pickles, but got his eternal life from a deal with something more sinister. More intelligent than his brother, at least in theory.
Barbarian
Another one that took multiple attempts. Still havent decided whether he deserves pants. Might paints something a bit more spicy with him later though.
Shaman
This one is just high.
Paladin
The idea with the shield was that it looks somewhat normal from the front, but has this nice stained glass effect only visible to those behind the paladin. His story revolves around a lost lover he failed to protect, and now he's on a journey of vengenance and self-discovery.
Death Knight
Went a bit more demon than death, but oh well. Will defintetly use him as an enemy somewhere in the story.
Archer
Based this one on Lara Croft, obviously. Didn't want to give him a bow at first. Still don't think he deserves one.
Necromancer
Honestly, this is just the standard ugly little hunchback character, but people are very adamant that he's a character from Legend Of Zelda. He's not, he is obviously from the same universe as Hatsune Miku.
Demon Hunter
Colleague of the warrior. Probably the reason the priest needs to work overtime. Actually, no, he's warrior's boyfried now.
Bard
Oh, this one is a character i made a few years ago. He's the protagonist of a story i'm writing. The skull on the head of his instrument is that of his former teacher.
Monk
Needed another round boy. Not quite satisfied with this one, but the direction is nice.
Mercenary
Probably a friend of the warrior/demon hunter. Comic relief character. The Wanted poster he's holding up shows Moth.
Warlord
This one was supposed to be a bit more epic, but i made each of the orctober sketches in ~1h. Will probably revisit this to make it a proper painting.
Sorcerer
I know he looks like he has a tragic backstory, but he doesn't. He's very evil and should be locked away in some secure place. Preferably one that it fireproof.
Engineer
i forgot what my initial idea for this was, but i really like whatever i did here. His tattoo is of the "danger! explosion" sign, but in a heart. Slightly fucked up the writing though, accidentally mirrored it. Whoops.
Magical Girl
This one was supposed to be a "Cleric" as per the prompt list, but i already had a priest, so screw that. Wanted something super sweet and pink. The motif this outfit follows is the Weeping Heart flower. Also slight nod to Madoka Magica.
Scout
Didn't want to do the typical RPG style scout, so this one bakes cookies instead. He also has an axe, which has absolutely nothing to do with the cookies, i hope.
Beastmaster
This one was purple, so i really wanted to do somethine werewolf-y. I imagine him being the younger version of the barbarian, who will later learn that he shouldnt rely on the wolf alone, and better get a bigger axe.
Dragon Rider
So. This. I wanted to go for a biker dude, but went a bit too punk with it, and then just leaned into it. He is a biker at heart, but his dragon is the equivalent of a bicycle. Neither of them mind that though, theyre a very happy couple.
Assassin
This one needs a bit of explaining. I started with a himbo-type dude-bro (he had a "knife to meet ya"-shirt), to get a contrast to the rogue. And then the next thought was pretty much "what would be the most inefficient weapon for an stealthy assassin?", so he got a chainsaw. The rest of his design is a nod to Lolipop Chainsaw.
Witch Doctor
This one is 100% based on Baron Samedi, one of the main voodoo gods, which is why this character is half skeleton. The feathers are just for drama. I love feathers.
Sage
Oh, this one is just an old man. I'm pretty sure there was a reason i gave him a bunny hat, but dont ask me what that was.
Cyborg
Eyyy, throwback to the first of the month! Warrior got a bit of an upgrade. Only cost him an arm! Not much of a fan of fullblown cyborgs, so i went with the cyberpunk direction again, and left the traces of his upgrades at a minimum. Wonder if his boyfriend approves.
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krissielee · 3 months ago
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This past Thursday, Casey Mcquiston was in my town for an event at the library. They were a block from my job—of COURSE I was gonna go!
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I headed over right after work and ended up third in line, and it was great to make a few friends while we waited (I got there stupid early lol). Once they let us in, we had the chance to take photos with a balloon arch and with some signs the library had made which I completely forgot about because my goal was getting a good seat. Got a few little trope stickers and CMQ book cover magnets (except The Pairing was a pin) before heading in for a place to watch them speak. I ended up front row, right in front of them.
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To be fair, that part wasn’t planned; there were two seats so they could’ve been not right there lol. I lucked out.
Regardless, it was a wonderful talk. I love them???? Like, obviously I love them, but they’re a joy to listen to. They spoke a bit about their writing process and had a few fun anecdotes to share.
A few things they mentioned:
-They are working on their fifth book. It is NOT the same thing they hinted at during the Pairing Tour. It is also NOT a sequel to anything. It is something adult, romantasy, and a bit of speculative fiction in the way OLS was speculative fiction.
-All they can say about the RWRB sequel is that a sequel was announced and that there is some part of a script somewhat written to some degree.
-It’s a LOT harder to write RWRB in this current political climate. They said it was hard before, but that this time around it’s worse. They want it to give hope—just as the first book did—but getting into a good mind space is tough.
-Apparently, the first time they met Nick on set, they had gone to the bathroom and he hid around the corner to jump out and introduce himself to them.
-Their favorite trope is forced proximity.
-If they weren’t a writer, they’d be a booze cruise DJ. Also, they have their boating license in two states.
-They blame You've Got Mail for their love of romcoms, as that was the first movie they went to see in theatre with their mom.
Obviously they said more over the course of their talk but those were a few fun ones. My details may be a little off on the grounds that I was a little starstruck, but the general overview is correct.
I’m hoping the library will YouTube the video like they do with a lot of their Enters the Chat series (they have their TJ Klune video uploaded, for fans of him, and Mark Oshiro, among others), because I want to watch it again.
Anyway, after the talk, they did a book signing, and since I was way up front, I ended up basically last in line—which is fine, because you know, yay new friends, and also it was chill to wait. The host, Jeff Adams, came over to chat with us while we waited, too, and he thanked my new friends and me for being up front and clearly engaged in the talk (side note: who wouldn’t have been engaged????), but he also spoke with Casey back in 2019 just before RWRB was initially released on the Big Gay Fiction Podcast that he hosted, so we got a little insight that way. Anyway, he’s SUPER nice and we nerded out for a few minutes because he’s big into accessibility which is a big thing I care a lot about as well, so yay, connections to keep in touch!
Once he left because he wanted to get home (valid), we just hung out in line: me, the friend I got to come with me, and this adorable little ball of anxiety college girl that I will love and protect for the rest of my life. She was the actual last in line because we decided she deserved that honor.
Casey was an angel, though. They were obviously tired by that point, but they still marveled at my AGCD-coded tabbed to hell and back book, and they loved my Alex Bearmont-Diaz. He was the hit of the night lol. So many people wanted his picture and I was told multiple times he needs his own Instagram account, haha.
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There were no posed photos, but the staff were taking people's phones and snapping shots of our interactions. Like I have 41 photos of the few minutes I got with them!
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Anyway, long story short … if you ever have the chance to meet Casey, do it! They’re just absolutely wonderful. 🥰
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joanofexys · 10 months ago
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here is your reason to talk about emeryk wesninski 👉👈
Emeryk Wesninski my beloved (not really. I also forgot he existed and debated killing him dead again instead of confronting my embarrassing ocs)
If it isn’t obvious he’s intended to be Neil’s brother, which I’m probably gonna skirt around as much as possible due to my own shame lmao
Emeryk Wesninski:
25 years old
he/him
queer idk he’s not gonna sit there long enough to slap a word on it
played striker
was supposed to start on the Ravens lineup with Emiko their freshman year
dropped the sport for academic and familial pursuits (also cause he was not about to major in fucking business)
We’re gonna pretend I know why the hell I decided having an Em (Moriyama) and Em (Wesninski) was a good idea cause I did create them at the same time but honestly? fuck if I know.
Pretending I can do math I think there’s a six year gap between Neil and Emeryk. Or at least it’s around there. So when Mary and Neil went on the run Emeryk was 16 years old and pretty deeply involved in his father’s business. Not that he enjoyed it. He and Mary knew there was a far smaller chance of success survival with three of them instead of two and Neil had the better chance. So he told her to just him and go, with only a little resentment.
Emeryk escapes some of the worst parts of his father’s work through a series of deals with the Moriyama’s, specifically Ichirou. He and Ichirou aren’t far apart in age and now he of course wonders what the hell was doing, but he would rather have indebted himself to Ichirou over Kengo. And he knew one day Ichirou would be in charge, he just didn’t expect it to be quite so soon.
So instead of getting sucked in deeper (to the Wesninski’s business at least), he’s able to somewhat save himself. He enrolls in Edgar Allan University at 18 and doesn’t sign a contract to play with the Ravens. Despite it he and Emiko still become friends and he has some, albeit limited, interaction with Kevin, Riko, and Jean.
He studies criminal justice and goes on to study law. All of it, of course, being put towards working for the Moriyama’s. But at least he’s not actively killing people.
He spends a lot of his time covering up any tracks Mary and Neil leave behind. Whenever he can find them, he knows that means someone else will, and he does his best to remove any sort of paper trail or hint to their existence. Even if it’s just confusing Nathan’s men. Anything that gives them enough time to create a new identity and move.
He’s not exactly happy about it but he does feel like it’s part of what he agreed to years ago. So he lets the resentment build and does it anyway.
And when Neil shows up at Palmetto, seemingly not even trying to be subtle, he is so fucking pissed. Everything’s undone. He can run his mouth and mess things up as much as he wants but he knows it’s only a matter of time.
By the time Baltimore occurs Emeryk is so far removed from the Wesninski’s and so deeply involved with the Moriyama’s that he doesn’t even see it coming. At least not fast enough. When Stuart reaches out to him he reluctantly agrees to work with the FBI, temporarily, to find Nathan.
That’s the first time Neil and Emeryk see each other in years. Emeryk’s pretty sure Neil doesn’t remember half of it, blacked out from pain. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stick around to visit him in the hospital. He gets out of there with the intent of talking to the least amount of cops he can.
He forms a bit of a relationship with Neil after that. Mostly “don’t talk to cops”, “seriously get a fucking lawyer”, “have you considered not running your damn mouth?”, and the like. But ultimately he doesn’t give a shit what Neil gets up to. Not his business (though he can’t help but keep a worried eye on him to make sure he’s not getting into too much trouble. He spent too long doing it to stop. And if it has the added benefit of seeing his brother happy and healthy, somewhere he can call home, no one else to needs to know)
While Emeryk didn’t wind up a full blown serial killer he’s still a worse person than like Emiko. He’s very much out to save his own skin. He’ll always go with his best chance of survival. For now that lies with the Moriyama’s. But if a better opportunity ever presented itself he’d take it in a heartbeat.
And idk that’s just a little bit about Em (Wesninski) who I made 4-ish years ago and forgot about until now
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themculibrary · 1 month ago
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Getting Together Masterlist 2
part one
A Partial Dictionary Of The 21st Century By Captain Steve Rogers, US Army (ao3) - copperbadge steve/tony E, 13k
Summary: Steve is adapting well to the new millennium, and he has the dictionary to prove it.
Cried For Love (Can’t Stand It) (ao3) - Potrix bucky/steve/tony E, 7k
Summary: Bucky braces his hands on his hips, and tilts his head to the side, expression caught somewhere between anxious, confused, and nervous. “Well, shit.”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, worrying at his bottom lip, and rubbing at the back of his neck. “That can’t be good.”
Falling Into You (ao3) - sabrecmc steve/tony M, 53k
Summary: Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki's spell wipes all of Steve's memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn't.
Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.
Fractures (Filled With Liquid Gold) (ao3) - itsallAvengers bucky/tony T, 63k
Summary: Ultron happened. The Avengers left.
Tony is fine with being alone again. He always worked better as a Lone Wolf than a team player anyway. He's not sleeping or eating or resting or... living, but it's fine. It's good. It's okay.
And then there's James.
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses (ao3) - 3v1lb4byh4g agatha/rio M, 23k
Summary: Their eyes meet through the window, the stranger's immediately widening.
Agatha realizes, belatedly, that she's standing in nothing but her underwear. It's such a usual thing for her to do every summer that she didn't even think about it. Well, usually, there's no pervert watching her from her garden.
The woman's mouth parts slightly at the sight, her brown eyes never leaving hers.
Agatha recovers first. "Hey, you! What do you think you're—"
That's as far as she gets.
Distracted, the woman doesn't notice the large rock in her path. The wheelbarrow comes to a stop, and the brunette's balance wavers. And then, with an almost comical inevitability, she tips forward, falling headfirst into the dirt and weeds.
lonely houses off the road (ao3) - Etharei steve/bucky T, 17k
Summary: Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed."
"Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?"
"Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.
In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.
My Normal Approach is Useless Here (ao3) - windsweptfic bucky/steve/tony M, 11k
Summary: Tony finds Bucky frozen in the Alps and brings him back, thinking it'll help Steve adjust to modern life if he's not alone. Unfortunately, he finds it has the side-effect of him becoming irrationally jealous.
Our Shattered Past (ao3) - Elenduen bucky/tony M, 159k
Summary: Bucky survives the snap, survives to see two-thirds of the universe die, half turning to ash, the others killed because those others turned to ash. He follows Steve back to America and the Avengers compound struggling to try and make sense of everything that has happened. Then Tony Stark returns to earth, broken, sick, desolate. Bucky feels he owes Tony for what he did to his parents, he wants to find a way to make amends and the only way he think to do that is to act as protection for Tony while he slowly recovers from his time in space.
Tony couldn't care less what happens to him now. He failed, Peter is gone, two-thirds of the Universe is gone, why should he care if he lives or dies now? he is determined to help others while he can though and if that means Barnes is following him around then he can help too.
What neither expect is a relationship to blossom between them or the family that blooms out of the ashes of their shattered pasts.
slipping through the years (ao3) - often_adamanta steve/tony, peggy/steve, tony/ofc, tony/omc, pepper/tony M, 17k
Summary: The plane crash and subsequent ice might have killed him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still around, haunting those he cares about. And since the only person who can see him is Tony Stark, death sure isn’t going to be boring.
The Best Way to Wake (ao3) - LeeHan steve/bucky E, 42k
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Wait, Captain!” “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something. “Captain, we need to keep him in stasis—“ “I said get him out!”
In which Bucky Barnes lay frozen in the Alps for seventy years only to be woken up a year after Steve Rogers was uncovered from the Arctic.
The Corruption of Peter Parker, by Harley Keener (ao3) - dontstudywritenovels harley/peter E, 3k
Summary: Harley had meant to intimidate Tony’s intern -that’s the only reason he wore his nice jeans with the stupid maroon shirt that brought out his eyes. He even gelled his hair, for fucksake.
Except, the moment he actually saw Peter Parker, baby blue sweater layered over a button up, jeans ripped where the extra fabric dragged as he walked, he threw that plan out the window.
Or
Harley really wants to fuck Peter so hard that he’s crying for it. He settles for wooing the fuck out of him instead, and maybe making Peter cry when the younger begs him for it.
The One Where Tony Is The Meat In A Supersoldier Sandwich (ao3) - WhisperElmwood bucky/steve/tony E, 11k
Summary: Alternatively titled: 'What Crawled Up Tony’s Ass?’
Tony spends three hours with a plug up his ass battling knock-off Chitauri robots in Central Park, then Steve and Bucky find out and, well, things go from there really.
Treasure (Me) (ao3) - Potrix bucky/steve/tony E, 4k
Summary: The present is there when Tony drags himself out of his workshop after another all-nighter, sitting on his breakfast bar, neatly wrapped and impossible to miss. Tony squints at it for a moment, suspicious, then shrugs, and wanders closer to pick it up.
Two Lies and A Bit of Truth (ao3) - igrockspock maria/steve T, 3k
Summary: Maria Hill has a lot of back stories. One of them is even true.
What Has Been Done (ao3) - Tahlruil bucky/tony T, 13k
Summary: Bucky has lived with the Avengers for a while now, and he's mostly settled in. During the process, he fell for Tony Stark - hard - but he can't quite bring himself to admit it to the brilliant engineer. So he just does what he can to take care of and protect him, hoping that maybe the other man will fall just as hard for him... and be the one to take their relationship to the next level. In the meantime, he's noticed that there's one member of the team that Tony seems afraid of, and he is definitely not pleased by the notion.
Once he finds out what Wanda did to cause that fear, she might wish she'd never left Hydra.
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brbzonedout · 2 years ago
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More 42 Miles Headcanons
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I see everyone writing about Miles basically being a sugar daddy but let’s roll back to reality for a moment. He’s not buying you the world, he might want to but he’s somewhat sensible.
However, say you’re talking about something you’ve had your eyes on he’d probably show up with it the next day. As long as it’s reasonable y’all know Rio monitors his bank account! (This could work for both of them).
“Oh shit I almost forgot…here”.
Miles set down his book bag and reached in digging around for a moment. After a few seconds, he pulled out an unreleased Lego botanical flower set.
“You’re fucking with me!” you said staring straight at him with a shocked expression.
He grinned and handed over the set.
You took it out of his hands gently and admired the sleek detailing of the box.
“How did you cop this these aren't even out yet?!”
“I have my ways,” He shrugged off the question. “Do you like it?”
“Of course I do! I love it thank you.”
You lunge at him with a hug and kiss his cheek all at once. After a few seconds you think to yourself if this isn’t out yet it must have been pretty expensive.
“Hol’ on Miles…how much was this?”
He pulled back slightly and chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well….”
He’s very subtly compassionate. He doesn't always express his love verbally but will definitely hold your hand while walking around the block or have his arm around while next to him. Just little gestures but they mean a lot.
He’s a homebody in the morning and honestly prefers to go out at night. It's quiet and not as busy.
He’s low-key spoiled, don't kill me I'm not saying his overall life isn't tough based on everything he does for work. What I mean is after Jeff died Rio codled the hell out of him and Aaron really stepped up making sure he was taken care of. He's not bratty toxic spoiled he just usually gets what he wants.
As a little kid, he was the only younger cousin allowed to hang out with the older ones. They thought he was funny so they kept him around.
Going along with the cousins thing, now that he's a little older the little ones always want to be around him at events.
Unfortunately, Bro gets nightmares. But I also headcanon that's how his dimension works I'll elaborate on this in another post.
He was signed up to speak with the school counselor for a while by Rio after Jeff died but he didn't feel like talking so, he lied about his progress in order for the counselor to write him off as ok.
Once he gets really comfortable with someone he can be just as expressive as 1610 Miles, obviously because that's the same nigga.
That’s all I just had these in the back in my mind. Remember requests are open right now so don't be shy! THANK YOU FOR READING!!
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I’d Give You My Lungs So You Could Breathe (I’ve Got You, Brother) [CH3]
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summary:
Danny Fenton was adopted at age ten, with little to no memories about his former family. At age fourteen, he died yet lived and those memories began to return. He didn’t do anything about those memories – didn’t plan to, at least not yet – but then he got captured by the GIW, saved by his friends and someone who might be his sister who he only somewhat remembered, and taken to Gotham to, apparently, his biological father for safety until further notice.
Team Phantom was there, too, and they did not sign up for this family drama.
a/n:
“ch3 will be up in a few days,” i said, like a lying liar who lies. i meant to!!! but then i sort of forgot and then got distracted by another fic i’m in the middle of writing mlmao oops. so i won’t promise or say when ch4 will be up, bc this was the last of my already written chapters from ao3 & my update schedule is of the 'when i can and want to' variety. hope u guys on tumblr enjoy this chapter!! :)
warnings for the entire fic:
canon-typical violence of the DC variety; angst; memory loss/repressed memories; do i need to say major character death(s) or is that just a given for this fandom; questionable parenting tho every parent is trying to do good & care for the kids; implied/referenced past child abuse bc of the child assassin backgrounds; pls tell me if i missed something
CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS: blood; stressed teenagers; athanasia has a borderline panic attack; vivisection is mentioned again but only once if i remember right; implied animal death but in the past & it’s like 1 paragraph
CHAPTER THREE —
The secret, new headquarters of the Ghost Investigation Ward was in upstate New York. The Wayne Manor was in Gotham City, New Jersey. The travel from Point A to Point B was about three hours and forty minutes long – a much longer drive than any of them wanted. But with Manson’s magic, the van stayed invisible to the human eye and Wesley was able to speed down the roads without cops chasing after them, cutting down the travel time immensely.
Still, it was a risk.
But stopping some place before they got to Gotham was also a risk. One Athanasia refused to take.
Maybe if Ra’s al Ghul hadn’t been there, would she allow them to stop at a roadside motel or something. But he was there. He had been in the room where they were operating on Danny. Mother had one of her servants save Danny from death eight years ago to get him out of the League, allowing Grandfather to believe he was dead, but now he knew.
And Athanasia wasn’t going to let that man get anywhere near close to her twin brother again. So, they weren’t going to stop until they made it to Wayne Manor.
The others weren’t happy about it. She didn’t care.
Of course, that didn’t mean she was happy about it, either.
Believe her, she wanted to stop sooner. She wanted to get to a place where they could properly take care of Danny’s injuries, and give him what he needed to heal, and take those damn power repressing cuffs off. All they could do was make sure the bandages on his chest stayed put and kept too much blood from bleeding out, and made sure that he didn’t die on the way to the manor, which was more difficult than Athanasia would like, seeing as though, as Phantom, he didn’t have a heartbeat.
Eventually, they got the cuffs off. It took a while, and it was mostly done by Foley and Gray, because Athanasia was busy bandaging her own wounds with the limited supplies in the van, and Manson was focused on keeping the van invisible while Wesley drove. They succeeded, though. Once both cuffs were off, a ring of light appeared around him and with a flash he had black hair again, and green blood turned red.
His healing factor didn’t kick in.
“What do you mean he isn’t healing?” Wesley asked, worried, when Foley informed them. “He should be.”
“I don’t know,” Foley said, tone unsure and worried.
“But he has a heartbeat now, right?” asked Athanasia. She kept her eyes on her thigh as she bandaged a wound on there. It wasn’t the best, and she didn’t have anything to clean the wound with, but it would have to do for now.
Gray replied, “Yeah. He’s got one.”
“Okay. Good.” It was the only thing she could get herself to say. The possibility of still being too late to save him, even with him now away from the GIW and LoA, put a restrictive weight on her chest. It lessened with Gray’s affirmation, but not much.
They made it to Gotham in just under two hours and fifteen minutes.
Athanasia only got a split second glimpse of the city’s poorly lit up welcome sign with how fast Wesley continued to drive. Truly a speed demon; he didn’t even slow down when they got into the city’s limits.
As they crossed one intersection, a car with goons hanging out of the windows holding guns sped through it behind them, with what looked to be Red Robin and Spoiler on motorcycles on their tail. Three cops sped through right after. Gun shots rang out as they disappeared behind a building.
“Watch out for vigilantes,” she said. “It’s around the time most start coming out.”
Wesley shook his head. “I can’t imagine having more than one vigilante.”
Gray pointedly cleared her throat.
“I can’t imagine having more than two vigilantes.”
She hummed. “Forget about me again and see what happens.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Athanasia laughed quietly to herself. It wasn’t quiet enough, because he still heard and gave her the stink eye. It was hardly intimidating
Foley hissing made her look into the back seats. He was shaking his left hand, expression a grimace of pain, as he hurriedly passed the vial of liquid Athanasia had taken from the IV to Gray. Gray took it just as fast, twisting the lid back on.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Athanasia asked.
“They were putting that in his system?” The grimace turned into panic when she nodded. “Oh, that’s not good. That is so not good. That has blood blossoms in it.”
“What?!” Gray exclaimed. “That can kill him!”
Athanasia shifted so she sat sideways in the front seat. “What are blood blossoms?” Her eyes flicked to Danny – his chest slowly rose up and down – and then back to Foley.
“They can kill ghosts,” Wesley said gravely.
Foley explained, “They’re a blood red flower, have purple stems – humans can eat them. But for ghosts, they cause extreme pain and make them go powerless. Exposed to enough of it, they die. To people like me and Sam, who aren’t ghosts but have been exposed to ectoplasm for years, it just burns us. Like we touched a hot stove, or something.” He motioned to the vial. “That just felt like bee sting for me, but to Danny? It probably feels like he’s being slowly burned from the inside out.”
“It sounds like they made an oil from blood blossoms and diluted it until it wasn’t so strong,” Gray said.
“Strong enough to render him powerless, but weak enough to not kill him after long exposure,” Athanasia said, and the two of them nodded.
“Sounds like it.”
“That may be why he isn’t healing fast like he should,” Wesley suggested.
Foley cursed again. “This is so not good. We need to get it out of his system, like, yesterday.”
“How do we do that?”
Silence stretched between them.
Athanasia’s brows furrowed, incredulous and frustrated. And scared. “You don’t know?” she demanded.
“It– It’s never been in his bloodstream before!” Foley defended. “He’s only been near the flowers, so we just…moved him away from them. Or them from him. This is… We’ve never dealt with this before!”
“But you should have at least had a contingency plan for this,” she bit back. “Oils from flowers and plants are common!”
“We never thought the GIW would be smart enough for that!”
“Well, you should have!”
“Hey!” Gray shouted over them, “Enough! This isn’t helping Danny. Let’s just get to your dad’s place, yeah?”
Athanasia turned back around without another word. The movement pulled at her injuries, maybe even reopened the wound on her side, but she ignored them as she got out her communicator.
No one spoke for a few seconds.
“The device you are using to block the signals…” she started.
“I already said no,” Foley muttered, tone clipped. “It’s blocking his ecto-signature, too. I’m not risking unblocking it just so you can make a call.”
“You didn’t risk stopping, Ana,” Wesley said before she could respond. “Let us not risk this.”
There was a tightness in her throat that had been building up for the last ten minutes. It kept her from speaking; if she wanted to or even had a response, she couldn’t say it. She worked her jaw, ignoring the stinging in her eyes.
One brother was behind her near death, with a large incision that needed to be stitched. Her other brother was out in the city fighting crime, who knows in what type of danger in the crime capital of America.
She just wanted to know that at least one of them was okay.
It was as they went through another intersection, barely making it through a green light, when she noticed an unmistakable large, black shadow swing from one side of the road to the next.
“Stop the van,” she choked out.
“But–”
“Stop the van!”
Wesley slammed on the breaks. The ones in the back went tumbling, and she heard Manson let out a curse, concentration on the van’s invisibility broken after over two hours.
Athanasia got out of the van as fast as possible. She raced to the other side of the road and climbed skillfully up the fire escape on the side of a building. As she got to the roof, she spotted the figure speaking to another – red and black – in the shadows.
“Batman!”
Both figures turned. She dimly registered that the person Batman had been speaking to was Red Hood.
“Yes? What is it?” Batman questioned as he stepped forward.
Red Hood followed. The way his helmet tilted a little told her he recognized her. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
Athanasia made it halfway across the roof before she faltered. Her father was…an imposing man. If she hadn’t grown up in the place she did, she would probably be fearful of him because of it. Instead it just caught her off guard. Seeing him in person, up close, was…
Well. Unexpected.
She blinked and forced herself to stay on track. To not get distracted. She stopped a few or so feet away, wary to get too close. “We need your help,” she started off with. “My…acquaintances and I – we have someone who needs medical attention that only the Batcave will be able to provide for, and I need you to take us there.”
“The Batcave,” he repeated.
“Yes. A regular hospital is out of the question.” Her eyes flickered around the roof. Something wasn’t right. “I would take him there myself but I do not know where it is.”
What wasn’t right?
“I have no idea who you are. You aren’t authorized to go to the Batcave.”
“You would make an exception for us.”
“You sound sure.”
“Because I am. Just help us help him!”
“Who is ‘him’?”
“B, I don’t think it’s time for an interrogation right now,” Red Hood said.
“My…” Athanasia stilled. She knew what wasn’t right. Her entire body tensed. “Where’s Robin?”
Her father’s posture changed. Right; Batman was protective of Robin.
But as his older sister, so was she.
“Out,” he said. “Listen, you’re injured, and I understand you need help but–”
“What do you mean ‘out’? As in patrolling? Out of town? Country? Earth itself?”
Red Hood took a step towards her. “Whoa, kid, relax. It’s okay–”
“Where Robin is isn’t your business–”
Red Hood muttered a curse.
“Not my business?” she seethed. “Knowing where he is, is most definitely my business. I am not asking for dental records – it’s a simple answer to a simple question.”
“I–”
“My twin brother is dying in the backseat of a van, and my little brother is not by our father’s side like I thought he would be, so please just tell me where he is so I know at least one of them will be okay! I–”
“Hey! Hey,” Red Hood interrupted. “Robin is okay! He’s okay, alright? I promise. He twisted his ankle pretty badly the other night and the old man benched him until it’s healed. That’s all. You can breathe, kid.”
“I am.” Barely. It felt like she had been running for hours. She was out of breath; her intake of air had increased in the past few minutes. Her throat was back to being tight, but so was her chest, this time.
“Yes, you are, but your breathing is too fast,” Red Hood said. “You need to slow down–”
“There is no time to slow down!” she shouted. Her feet moved backwards when Red Hood tried to come closer to her. “I had the GPS taking us to the manor, but it’s worse off than we thought, and I would take him to the Batcave if I knew where it was–”
“How many of you are there?”
Athanasia blinked rapidly. Out of surprise, not because she was about to cry. She snapped her eyes back up to her father. “What?”
“You said you had acquaintances with you. How many?” He was doing something on his gauntlet, a hologram-like screen faintly glowing above it. She tried to make out the words backwards but gave up pretty quickly.
“Six in total,” she said. “Myself included. They do not know your identity.”
He hummed. “Are all of you injured?”
“Except for one, my– our getaway driver. Danny is the worst off.”
“Hard to believe, you’re pretty banged up yourself, kid,” Red Hood muttered, with a small motion to her entire body.
“They vivisected him.” The words hadn’t meant to come out, but they did.
Batman and Red Hood stilled.
The latter sucked in a breath of air. “Jesus.”
“The Batmobile is on its way,” her father tensely informed her. He stalked forward, and she was expecting him to walk passed her so she was thoroughly surprised when he stopped in front of her. He raised a hand and her body tensed for another time that night. She didn’t know what she was else expecting, but it wasn’t a comforting hold on her shoulder; it wasn’t a comforting tone and assurance. “Your brother is okay. Your twin is going to be okay.”
Athanasia stared at the hand on her shoulder. It took a second or two to finally tear her gaze from it, and look at her father’s cowl covered face instead.
“I promise.”
+++
The sound of footsteps gradually becoming louder alerted him that someone was about to disrupt his peace.
“Hey, I’m going to bed.”
Peace officially disrupted.
Damian looked up from his sketchbook long enough to spot Duke Thomas poking his head into the living room, before focusing back on the drawing he was working on. “Okay.”
“And Bruce wanted me to remind you to finish your homework if you haven’t already.”
He sighed. “I have.”
“And Alf says no sweets if you have any snacks.”
“Okay,” he said, annoyance seeping through.
“And they both say not to stay up too late or walk too much on your ankle–”
“Leave me be and rest your empty skull on the warm side of your pillow before I stab this pencil through your jugular.”
Thomas snickered. It occurred to him, then, that the older teen had continued on to annoy him on purpose. It worked. That annoyed Damian even more.
“Alright, alright. I’m leaving,” Thomas said through another chuckle. “Goodnight, Damian!” he called as he walked off.
He huffed. “Goodnight.”
Duke Thomas was Father’s newest addition to his ever growing brood. The older boy wasn’t adopted (at least, not yet), only fostered. His parents were still alive – just victims of Joker Venom. They found a cure, although it wasn’t instantaneous, so Elaine and Doug Thomas were slowly healing and recovering with the help of professionals while their son stayed here.
Damian was sort of surprised he was still here. He had an uncle he could go to, and who he did visit often, but he had chose to stay. Not that Damian wanted him to go – he actually didn’t mind Thomas that much anymore. He liked to think they got along well, even if sometimes the atmosphere was awkward, or when they deliberately annoyed one another.
Recently when the two either merely existed in the same room doing nothing, or ventured into the city out of boredom, Drake tagged along. Or was the one to drive them around. It had been tense at first. It was less so, now. Damian truly didn’t know how to feel about it.
He stopped drawing and stared at the page. He erased a few lines that didn’t look right and grabbed his phone, unlocking it to study the reference picture he was using. Just as he was about to put it down, his phone vibrated with a text.
It was from Drake – in the groupchat he made that included himself, Damian, and Duke. Damian tried to leave it multiple times only for Drake to add him back every single time.
drake
hey
evrrhthing ok at the manor??
thomas
yeah
i’m about to go to bed, damian is sketching in the living room & alfred is in the basement
why
is something wrong?
drake
idk but b is heading back
w jason
neither have have said a word they wont answer
thomas
that’s sus
you guys have only been gone for what?? 45 min at least
drake
yea
barbara cant even get ahold of them
hey little d
bat brat
u sure ur ok
Damian rolled his eyes. Drake was almost as bad as Father and Richard when it came to hovering if he got hurt, the buffoon simply showed it differently. He only twisted his ankle; nothing major.
And if his back had been hurting him the past week, nobody had to know.
…Except for Pennyworth and Richard. They knew of the metal in his spine and the damaged nerves, and so he told them when the sharp aches and pains kept coming back.
Alfred insisted it was just a few nerves growing back.
Damian focused back to the groupchat. Drake had resorted to spamming it because he took too long to respond. Obnoxious plebeian.
He took a picture of his legs covered by the blanket he was using. One knee was propped up to angle his sketch book right, while the other was stretched out as his injured ankle rested on a small pillow. Alfred the cat was fast asleep, curled into a circle, on the arm of the couch, while Titus made himself small enough to lay on the couch beside his outstretched leg. He sent the picture with nothing else. Drake stopped his spamming and liked it while Thomas sent another text asking what Damian was drawing.
With that, he put his phone down – only for it to start vibrating repeatedly. A phone call.
He somewhat expected it to be Drake, but still wasn’t that surprised to see it was Father, instead.
“Father?” Damian answered the call. “Drake said you were heading back. With Todd.”
“Yes.” Father’s voice was rough, but in a distinct way that Damian knew it wasn’t his Batman voice. In the background he heard the rumble of the Batmobile. “We are. And we have some company with us.”
His brows lowered. “Is everything okay?”
Silence.
Damian sat up and tucked his foot under his other leg’s thigh. Titus shifted, getting off of the couch to lay on the floor instead. “Father?” Carefully, he closed his sketchbook and set it on the coffee table.
Thomas decided to walk back in, at that moment. “Hey, I…” He trailed off when he saw that Damian was on the phone. “Is that Bruce?”
“Father, is–”
“Do you have an older sister?”
Damian froze. He even stopped breathing for a second. Did he know? If he did, how? Was it Mother, was she in Gotham? Did she tell Father? Athanasia told him not to tell him or anyone else, and he hadn’t. Why was he asking this? Were they okay?
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Cassandra–”
“I’m not talking about by adoption, son,” Father interrupted. “Biologically, do you have a sister? Or even a brother?”
He involuntarily sucked in sharply. If Father heard it, he didn’t make any indication that he did.
“She would be around Tim’s age, seventeen or eighteen. Five foot eight, ten at most. She mentioned a twin brother.”
Damian kept his eyes on Titus. He ignored Thomas stepping further into the living room to stand near the couch. “I’m not supposed to tell you,” he said. “She said not to.”
“Who? Talia?”
“No.”
“Your sister.” Damian stayed quiet. “Why?”
“I don’t– do not…” How was he supposed to answer that? He had no idea why Athanasia told him not to tell Father, but Damian refused to break the promise he made her. Yes, he wanted to tell Father – all the time, so badly – but it was the last thing Athanasia asked of him. Even the idea of breaking that promise felt wrong. Even now, even though he somehow knew. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and hated how childlike he sounded.
“…It’s not your fault, chum. We will be at the Cave soon. If– when,” he corrected, “you come down, put on a mask. They have acquaintances who don’t know our secret identities.”
“Yes, sir. Are they okay?”
Father didn’t immediately respond. It sent warning bells through his mind. “We’re about to be at the cave.”
“Wait, Father–”
The call ended.
Damian let out a huff of frustration. He went to call him back, but stopped.
Athanasia was in Gotham. She went to Father for help. Did that mean she called him on the League communicator and he missed it? Did he? It sounded like she needed help, they both did, and he…
Damian vaulted off of the couch. Thomas shouted after him, but he ignored him and the pain in his ankle as ran through the halls and up the stairs to his room. He took the communicator out from its hiding spot under his mattress.
Nothing. No calls or messages. Not a single thing.
Why did she go to Father and not him?
Damian sent a message. It didn’t go through, just like the past hundreds of times. He tried a call, it did the same thing.
“Damian! Don’t run away like that, man, you’re gonna hurt your ankle more,” Thomas reprimanded as he finally caught up. “I’m sorta responsible for you right now, and I don’t feel like getting Alfred’s disappointed look because you’re running around.”
The words went through one ear and out the other.
He cursed in Arabic and tossed the device onto his bed. He snatched an emergency mask from a drawer of his bedside table, and left the room.
“Damian,” shouted Thomas. “Seriously, dude!”
“If you follow me to the Batcave, put on a mask,” Damian said. “We have guests.”
Whatever his foster brother’s response was, Damian didn’t hear it. He rushed down the stairs, simultaneously putting on his mask, and then ran to the study where the clock was. Standing on his toes, he moved the clock’s hands to the correct time and squeezed through before the secret door opened all the way.
As he got to the bottom of the stairs, he slowed. A cacophony of noise grew as he got further into the cave. He stopped on the last step and just stared.
Whatever he had been expecting, it was not a group of injured teenagers talking over each other to his father and the family’s grandfather of a butler. Todd stood a few feet away from the group, back to Damian. He seemed to be merely watching the scene unfold.
“We’ve taken care of him before, we know how to do stitches!” a girl with short black hair shouted. “This isn’t new to–”
“He’s not– you need to let us help,” a black kid argued. “We know what to do for him–”
“I have already seen it!” And there’s Athanasia. “It is not a pretty sight, I know, but I can help–”
“None of you are in shape to help Penny-One,” Batman tried to speak over them.
“I am!” Another girl. She held a red and black helmet in her arms that matched a vigilante-like suit she wore. “Please, just let us–”
“We’re his friends! Please–”
“We– Well, I don’t but they do – they know what to do,” a red headed boy said. “He’s different, you’ll need their–”
A sharp whistle cut through the air, so sudden even Damian flinched. As did Thomas, who appeared at his side the instant it happened.
Everyone quieted immediately, eyes falling to Jason Todd. The helmet was off, but a red domino still covered his eyes.
“Everyone shut up or else it will be too late for anyone to help anybody,” the young man snapped, “Let Penny-One do what he does on a regular basis. I promise, he knows what he is doing, and has seen his fair share of bad injuries between the eerily large brood he cares for. Even if he did need help, it would not be from any of you. Like Batman said, none of you are the right shape to help – either from exhaustion or injuries or both, each one of you looks like shit. So sit your asses down, let the professional do his job, and take a breather.”
No one said a word. No one moved.
“Thank you, Red Hood,” Pennyworth said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a patient to care for.” He ducked behind a curtain he and Father were guarding. Damian wasn’t able to get a glimpse of the person behind it.
In the back of his mind, he knew who it was. It didn’t dissuade his worry.
Father stared down the teenagers.
The girl with short black hair and gothic clothes glared harshly back at him. Angry, she spun around with a scoff and stomped over to a chair, a palm on her forehead the entire way.
“Sam,” the black boy called after her and followed. They quietly began talking to each other.
The girl in the red and black suit and the redhead boy glanced at each other. The former shrugged helplessly, and the latter frowned in response, looking away.
Damian finally looked – truly looked – at Athanasia. Todd was right: she looked like shit; they all did. But his big sister had the most blood on her, and a green substance on her hands and right side that had a too close resemblance to Lazarus Pit water. She had numerous injuries that were bandaged hastily, but not enough for all of the blood to be hers. It looked as if she tried to scratch some of it off on the few areas of exposed skin, only for it to not work. Her black hair was in a ponytail that had once been neat; now, curly strands were loose and framing her face, and the ponytail itself was unkempt.
The others didn’t look that much better. Except for the redhead. He just looked stressed and exhausted and worried.
Damian shifted a foot forward, then back to its original spot.
He didn’t know what to do. Say her name? Simply walk up? Run back upstairs? He didn’t want to make a scene, but he also wanted to go up to his sister.
He spotted Ace laying down near the bat-computer. Silently, decision abruptly made, he moved in that direction.
Thomas cleared his throat. “Um… B?”
Damian stopped, freezing behind Todd. He looked over to Thomas and glared. The older teen didn’t acknowledge him other than a split second glance.
“D– Signal? What are you doing down here?”
Todd shifted. Damian moved with him. He turned his head slowly and sent Damian a suspicious side eye.
“Oh, uh… Red Robin contacted us – said you were coming back here. I just want to make sure you don’t need any help,” said Thomas.
Todd reached behind him with the hand that wasn’t holding his helmet, and aimed for Damian. He pinched Todd’s wrist when it got close enough, making him hiss in pain.
“We might– Hood?”
Todd shook his hand. “Sorry. Bug bit me.”
Father continued speaking with Thomas, who walked further into the Cave.
“Brat,” Todd hissed under his breath.
Damian didn’t deign him a response. Once it was clear everyone else was distracted, he continued his way to the bat-computer in the shadows. When he got there, he crawled underneath the desk. Ace moved to lay his head in Damian’s lap.
His hiding spot didn’t stay hidden for long, though.
Someone silently walked over. Then, they crouched down and slotted their body next to his under the desk.
“Did Todd tell you where I am?” he asked. It came out more petulant than he intended.
“No. I saw you when you first came down.”
“Tt.” Damian muttered, “…You smell vile.”
Athanasia hummed. “And you are still short.”
There was a shakiness to her voice he didn’t like. It kept him from automatically responding with another insult.
He turned his head to look at her again.
Her eyes were staring at nothing in particular. Her breathing was a bit too fast for comfort, sort of choppy too. Tension lined her entire body.
“Stretch out your legs,” he said quietly.
She eyed him in question. He motioned for her to hurry up. Hesitant, she eventually did it. Then, he wasted no time in ordering Ace to lay on her legs.
Athanasia sucked in sharply. Her hands lifted to her chest. “Dames–”
“You won’t hurt him,” he interrupted. “He won’t hurt you.”
He was aware of why she was so hesitant – almost afraid, even. She tried to hide it from him, but League trainers had forced her to slaughter animals. Those same trainers did that to him a couple times, too, after she left. Apparently it was to make them stronger and better assassins. Less prone to weaknesses.
He wondered if Dányál had to go through that. If Mother knew.
Damian didn’t think she did, but…
Athanasia kept her hands to her chest.
“So, you found him?” Damian asked. He kept his voice low, and scooted closer to her.
She nodded. “Yes. He is… He will be okay,” she said, keeping her voice low like he did. “I apologize for taking so long.”
Damian didn’t know how to respond to that. It made a flicker of anger from in his chest. She was sorry for being gone for so long, but not for leaving?
“…He isn’t a clone?” was his next question.
“No.” Her arm lifted, and for once he let her pull him into her side in a hug. He wasn’t big on touch, and Athanasia wasn’t either, but she was definitely more tactile than he was in some ways. From what he remembered, she and Dányál had hugged a lot.
“Are you positive?” His mind flashed to Heretic. He held back a wince, twisting until his back was into her side and her arm wrapped around his chest. He had to bend his knees so he could fit all the way under the desk.
“Yes.”
“You made sure of it?”
Athanasia stayed quiet for a moment. He felt her eyes on the top of his head. “I did,” she said. “Penny-One is aiding our brother. Not a clone, or a shapeshifter, or anyone else. Dányál.” She paused. “I intended on going to the manor instead. Then, I saw our father, and demanded he take us here.”
“Why the manor?”
“I did not know where the cave was.”
Damian stared at his knees.
There was no way.
Did he hear that right? It was jarring. He grew up thinking his big sister knew everything.
How did she not know this?
“Athanasia,” he whispered.
“What?”
“The Batcave is below the manor,” he told her in Arabic.
For seven seconds (yes, he counted) Athanasia didn’t say anything. Then, “It is what?!” she hissed in a harsh whisper.
Damian felt a laugh coming up, and did his best to keep it quiet. His shoulders still shook. “You didn’t know?”
“No,” she muttered. “Thank you making me feel stupid.”
“My pleasure. I will be sure to do it again.”
She huffed a small, wet laugh. “Brat.” Her arm wrapped around the front of his chest more, and her hand gripped his shoulder. A second later, he felt her place a kiss on the crown of his head.
Damian couldn’t help but grip her arm back. One hand on her forearm, the other on her bicep. He pressed his knees closer to his body.
“I missed you,” he whispered through the lump in his throat.
She sniffled, and whispered back into his hair, “I missed you, too.”
A blanket of silence fell over them. Damian heard Father speaking to the others, his voice overlapping with Thomas’ and one of Athanasia’s acquaintances. Footsteps softly echoed as they all moved about near the medbay. They should probably go over there soon.
Damian didn’t want to. For the first time in four years it was just him and his big sister, hiding under a desk that was reminiscent of them hiding in an alcove back in the League just to spend time together. It hardly felt real. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared this was just some sort of dream.
“Can we stay here for a little bit longer?”
Her arm tightened around him again. “Absolutely.”
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It took a good while for someone to come look for them, which surprised Damian, but he was relieved and thankful no one came sooner. He wasn’t about to complain about the silent one-on-one time squished underneath the desk, uncomfortable as it was.
It also gave them time to stop any tears they let loose.
He eventually moved out from under her arm, and sat beside her. It took a bit of time. Damian wanted to say it was because he was done with the physical touch, that he let go. The truth of the matter was that he had to force himself to, to mentally talk himself into doing it. It was irrational, but he was scared that the moment he let go she would leave him again.
That didn’t happen. She didn’t get up and leave, or disappear, or anything of the sort. She stayed right beside him.
As he scratched Ace behind the ears, Athanasia merely watched. She kept her hands away from the dog. When he moved to lay down across both of their laps, she stiffened until he stilled, arms crossed over her stomach.
That was how they were found.
The large boots and bottom of a black cape were unmistakable.
Father crouched down, the half of his face that wasn’t covered by the cowl betraying nothing. It made Damian want to squirm. Was he mad? That he kept Athanasia and Dányál a secret?
“You two weren’t easy to find,” he said. He sounded more like Bruce Wayne than Batman. It was comforting, in a way. “Your friends got worried when they didn’t see you around.”
“Acquaintances,” she corrected. “And I am fine, I have no idea why they would worry.”
Damian gave her an incredulous look. “You’re covered in blood.”
“A lot of it does not belong to me.”
“Mostly yours or not, your injuries still need to be taken care of,” Father said. “The Wes kid said you weren’t able to clean them properly.”
Athanasia’s face did something quick and complicated that Damian couldn’t decipher. Her mouth settled into an annoyed frown before he could really question it. “Of course he did,” she muttered.
“And you, chum, need to get off the ground and prop your ankle up,” Father said. The man, with gentle hands, inspected the aforementioned ankle. “With ice. The swelling is worse again. Did you run on it?”
He didn’t want to lie. He didn’t want to admit he ran, either.
“…Maybe.”
“Hn.” Father stood. The joints of his knees popping and a quiet groan didn’t go unnoticed. “Come on out. Let’s get you both some medical attention. Ace, get up, boy. Up.”
The German Shepherd did as told.
“I didn’t do anything to it,” Damian grumbled as he scooted out and pulled himself to his feet with the help of Father’s hand. Putting weight on his ankle definitely hurt worse than it had before, though…
“It won’t hurt to check.”
Athanasia came out from under the desk next. As she stood, also with the help of Father, he noticed she seemed to be in more pain than when he first entered the cave. That made sense; the adrenaline had to have worn off by now, allowing the pain finally register.
Once she was steady on her feet, she stepped a little away from Father. “Thank you,” she said. “For bringing us here.”
“Of course,” Father said. “If you need to stay here, you can. I will even open up the manor to you and your fr– acquaintances. Whatever aids you the best and keeps you safe from whatever you’re running from.”
She nodded once. Her eyes, glassy with tears, blinked rapidly, and she turned to head to the empty medical cots.
Damian watched her, exhausted and hurting, then looked to the curtain hiding away Pennyworth and Dányál.
He tore his eyes away and hurried to follow.
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Gimme directors commentary for Two Liars Lying To Eachother please!
its been a while since ive thought about this fic in any capacity lksajdaskdfld lets see if it still holds up! directors commentary for chapter 1, i'll be doing the others separately later :D
Each of his hands was cuffed to one of the table's legs, somewhat restraining his motion. He hated it; he preferred being able to fidget.
autism edgar but this also isnt the sort of autism i tend to see him as having? idk the idea of edgar stimming is very weird to me
That was a somewhat good sign. He took another glance at the large, mirrored wall of the room, which he had no illusions was reflective on the other side. The only question was whether anyone was in the viewing room to catch his knowing glances.
theres an XKCD about how fun it is to occasionally announce "i know you're listening" to an empty room, because if you're wrong nobody will ever know and if you're right it will freak the HELL out of them. thats basically what Mustardseed is doing here.
According to Michael, he had traded himself in to the compound in exchange for catching Mustardseed - for catching me, Edgar thought, smiling faintly.
seamless exposition, me. i had to establish that this Edgar was Mustardseed, but the narration is roughly tied to his view of things, and Mustardseed doesn't think of himself as Mustardseed, just as Edgar, so the narration couldn't call him Mustardseed.
The door swung open and in came Ty Betteridge. He was a few years older than the last time Edgar had seen him, back when he'd killed him inside of Tier Two on the night Base was formed,
...wasn't that Hunter? or did it become Edgar that killed young!Ty in the post-72 timeline? i am confuse
Well, I appreciate making me feel like a criminal after you plucked me out of the middle of my normal day.
hes so bitchy and for what?
If you're worried about unpredictability, why does the cowboy get to roam free? He's been rather hard to keep under control, in my experience.
i wanted to make it clear just how bitter Edgar is towards all members of Base, so of course five seconds into this conversation he tries to fuck Michael over
Ty's grin was somewhat predatory.
this fic is 90% me looking for different ways to describe smiles. Ty and Mustardseed are both very smiley.
They called you OVEdgaR,
i think im the only person who capitalizes ovedgar that way
"With my husband, yeah." Edgar smiled and raised his left hand to show off the simple wedding band. "Mm. Congrats. Mike told me he wasn't married to you, how odd."
I FORGOT HOW DISMISSIVE TY SOUNDED HERE. he cares of course but
Base Mike and Edgar aren't married.
i try to be very precise about the names characters use for each other, because i think its a very quick way to characterize relationships. Mustardseed always refers to them as "Base Mike" and "Base Edgar", while Ty refers to them as just Mike and Edgar, or possibly Mikey and Edgar, depending on context.
"Hm. You're much less trouble than the Mikes; each one of them ties so much into their name. It's a little exhausting keeping track of them, to be honest." "Well, I never really had trouble with it, but I suppose it is easier if you care about him." Edgar smiled like he hadn't just thrown out the barb. Ty laughed. "I care about Mike Walters more than you can imagine, Panther." Ty grinned, waiting to see if Edgar would respond to the pet name. Edgar kept his face neutral and pleasant.
Edgar definitely won that exchange :P its important to me that Edgar feels like he's in control of the conversation even though he very clearly isnt in control of the situation, because that's the vibe he gave off in ep 84.
Moving on… you established a campaign of terror against Mike's base in an attempt to free yourself and your… husband… from their control. Is that right?
Ty is reading these questions off his clipboard and the prompt on it didnt say "husband," it said "OVER Mike." HOWEVER the pause before saying it was something Ty probably did deliberately to keep up his veneer of indifference.
"I'd rather not put Michael through any more undue stress. He's had a hard couple of days, especially with all the strain you've been putting on him."
this is so funny to me, because it IS another barb, but its also sort of Ty trying to guilt-trip Edgar like thats gonna work??? :P
I have a lot of sympathy for Michael too, but as far as I know, he's never had anyone threaten him at gunpoint to stay in Base.
i'll be honest, he probably has. Michael's seen some shit
"I am sorry for your situation, Edgar, I really am. But you do keep pulling me away from the questions, and the sooner we get these done, the sooner we can get you out of those cuffs and moved to your quarters."
this is a very Ty Betteridge thing to say. like yeah, im sorry that YOU keep delaying me from getting you comfortable. hes so...
So he was listening when Michael and I were talking.
reading it back, i feel like i didnt give the audience enough credit. they probably could have picked up on these little jabs and maneuvering tactics without me having to point them out. anyway yes, ty is doing this interview only half for actual information gathering reasons, the other half is just to waste edgars time as a form of basic psychological warfare
Your Base may be rudimentary, but I believe that you are a smart man, Edgar.
i keep pointing out the little jabs and not having much to say about them, but theyre still so good to me. "i know all your friends are stupid but i didnt think you were too"
"Sometimes smart people do dumb things in the heat of passion." "And is that the only reason you made those thirty-two duplicates?" "It's the only reason I'm going to be telling you."
i'll be honest, i have no idea what i was hinting at here. i think canon at one point suggested there might have been an ulterior motive to the Mustardseed escapees, but i didn't make any sort of plan for what that might be. if i had to retroactively justify it, i'd say Mustardseed's future scouting told him that the escapees would be consolidated into MW, and that MW's existence was important to his plans somehow.
"I've got all day, Ty." Edgar smiled across the table, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
i just ctrl+f'ed and the word "smile" appears 7 times in this 1k word chapter.
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