#idek how many words this is

[c-a-s-s-i-s]

In a world full of darkness and hopelessness you created something beautiful. People who can do that live forever.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.

[mcytegg]

does anyone remember the time 4c said smt abt not just wanting to better the server, but how he wanted to better its people. or am i just saying words, making shit up, etc etc

[bunvehs]

been trying to *properly* get into the self ship community for over a year now and it’s just hit after hit

[koqen]

⠀⠀why can’t life always be this easy?

[hippolotamus]

Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @daffi-990 @steadfastsaturnsrings ... in true Fuck It spirit this is neither on Friday or very PG. I was very inspired by my wife @disasterbuckdiaz's snippet and this kinda spilled out.

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @stereopticons @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @honestlydarkprincess @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @jesuisici33 @pirrusstuff @cowboy-buddie if you wanna 😘

“You’re overthinking again. If you want to – and I’m pretty sure you do,” Eddie whispers, tracing his thumb along Buck’s lower lip, “I can help with that.” 

Eddie’s fingers trace along Buck’s jawline until they settle on his shoulder where they fit perfectly, his thumb nestled into the divot of Buck’s collarbone. A space that may as well have been marked Property of Eddie Diaz when Buck was born. 

“Y-you can?” Buck’s eyelids flutter closed, but he quickly forces them open again, not wanting to miss anything Eddie’s doing. 

Eddie presses a featherlight kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth, first one side then the other, another to his cheekbone, until finally he’s right next to Buck’s ear, his voice low and sweet like the symphony of chirping grasshoppers and glowing fireflies in summer. “You know I can, sweetheart. Because I know you, and what you need right now. How your beautiful brain is so jumbled with thoughts you don’t know which one to turn to next. How you’re wishing they would all disappear. How badly you want someone else to take control. Because you could distract yourself, but you and I both know it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying.” 

Eddie kisses the hinge of Buck’s jaw, sending a shower of sparks racing down his spine, chasing after the offer Eddie’s delivering on a silver platter. “But I need you to tell me. Do you think you can do that, baby?” 

“F-fuck, Eddie. Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?” Eddie purrs. “Yes, what? Yes, you can tell me what you need? Yes, you want me to take you apart and put you back together? Or yes, you want me to fuck you so thoroughly you don’t remember your own name?”

Jesus Christ. “All of that, Eds. God, everything. Want everything with you,” Buck babbles. 

Eddie pulls him in for a devastating, earth shattering kiss that would make Buck weak in the knees if he wasn’t already. His lips part when Eddie’s tongue teases at the seam, letting their tongues slide together. But then Eddie tears himself away and Buck whines, trying to chase after him. 

“Shhh, shh, shh. Just wait, it’s okay.” Eddie strokes Buck’s cheek, soothing his impatience. “Can you be a good boy for me?”

The words hit Buck with a force heavier than a tsunami wave, more intense than a bolt of lightning. He can’t help the way he immediately feels gooey and pliant, ready to obey. 

“Yes, sir. S’good. Can be so good.” Buck preens at the way Eddie’s breath hitches on the word sir. He feels like he’s been infused with sunshine and starlight, so happy he’s done something to please Eddie.

“Stand still. Right here. No matter what, okay? Not a muscle unless I tell you.” 

Buck nods eagerly.

“Words, darlin’.” Eddie’s drawl coats every syllable, unexpected but reassuring, and Buck wants to fucking live in it. Wants to wrap the honeyed intonation around himself like a second skin and never leave. “I need words.”

“Yes, sir. Won’t move. Promise.” 

Eddie hums in delight, taking a step back, just enough to create a pocket of space. He gathers the hem of Buck’s polo and lifts, silently commanding Buck to follow. Buck does, willingly, raising his arms for Eddie to complete his task. Eddie tosses it to the side then bites the tip of his thumb, walking in a slow circle, surveying. 

Buck casually wonders if this is how sculptures feel. Pieces put out in the world for public consumption. He would gladly stand here as long as Eddie wants him to, would allow Eddie to caress and carve and smooth him into an ideal shape.  

The sound of Eddie’s footsteps stop somewhere behind him, replaced by fingers fidgeting with buttons that make a quiet clack when the shirt hits the floor. Then there is only a maddening, heavy silence, leaving no indication of how close Eddie might be. Buck can’t detect his breathing, but knows Eddie – his partner – is still there. 

Sweet relief washes over him as Eddie wraps himself around Buck, hands sliding over his pecs and down the ridge of his abs, a blazing line of heat where Eddie’s chest presses against his back. Buck imagines, if he were to look, their bare skin would glow everywhere it touches. Two celestial beings burning bright and hot like stars in the night sky. 

Silent signals traverse between them like radio waves. Communications in the form of every one of Eddie’s touches and breaths fanning across the line of his neck, the shell of his ear, the point where the two meet. It’s something Buck supposes was inevitable. Eddie knows him in every other way. It’s not impossible to believe he knows this too. That Eddie would already be attuned to the ways Buck’s body reacts, the precise frequency of how he craves Eddie. Maybe it’s more obvious than Buck suspects. An aura of overwhelm and too much and too in his head that manifests as a primal, visceral need to submit. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn it radiates off of him in shades of sage, twilight, silver and violet. 

Eddie’s fingers skim outward, along the vee of Buck’s torso, over his wrists, trailing through coarse arm hair, up to the bend of Buck’s elbows. Buck wants to turn around, wants to capture Eddie’s mouth in a filthy kiss, wants to see the molten desire turning chocolate brown irises to nearly pure black. But that’s not what Eddie told him to do. Eddie had very specific instructions. And Buck is rather inclined to listen. He told Eddie he would be good for him. And he will. He wants to, more than anything. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, planting kisses like tiny flowers along the line of Buck’s shoulders. As if Buck is a wild, abandoned patch of earth that Eddie believes can grow something beautiful and transformative. Because, to Buck, Eddie couldn’t do anything less. He would never be capable of making something unsightly or unpleasant, even with Buck as a starting point. 

[tsukasalover]

This is the exact reason why I hate when people ask to go through my phone. Its always Tsukasa’s fault just remember that.

[evansbby]

I cannot believe the wicked games Drabble was 5000 words long like basically a full ass fic and the low amount of notes it got…

[goldenhypen]

someone tell me why and how is it november already???? anyway i feel like i haven’t written in ages and jake’s bday is coming up,,, thinking rn if i should impulsively start a last minute long story for his bday again-

[starlightkun]

the golden fruit duology ❧ jaemin [masterlist]

❧ series word count: 32.0k

❧ warnings (vary by part): it wouldn’t be a starlightkun fic without some cursing!, mentions of death/dead people but like in the context of him being hades, probably more legal jargon than there should be but i tried to make it as easy to understand as possible i promise (and if you can’t understand some of it, it’s probably not plot-relevant anyway), oh there’s a short scene with a weirdly graphic depiction of eating fruit à la denethor and the tomato in return of the king (iykyk) sorry if that gives you the ick, it gets pretty existential at some points but never overtly angsty

❧ genre: fluff, greek gods/goddesses au, hades jaemin, human reader, it’s another nades au but this time two years late to the trend!, paralegal reader, bit of a ham-fisted persephone allegory, inspired by the gods/goddesses assigned to the work it unit in 2020 for this video, with appearances by aphrodite johnny, bestie jeno, coworkers kun and sicheng, and galactic-threat level menace yangyang

❧ author’s note: omg hiiii i’m back! anyway, enjoy this fun little nades au i’ve prepared for y’all w all the love in my heart! not super accurate to the original greek myths, i was just having fun with hades as a concept rather than a strict characterization. i also watched mike flanagan’s ‘midnight mass’ and read john milton’s ‘paradise lost’ during the time i was writing this so get ready for some slight spiritual/religious iconography and overtones

❧ spotify playlist

⤷ obsidian black  ⤷ pomegranate red

I like to feel your muscles taut and relax, the sinews that bind them pull and release, your blood pump through your veins. I like knowing that all that you are, has miraculously come together and is here, with me.

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

*visibly vibrating* don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block don’t engage just block

[aintashes]

working on the timeline on my site this morning ( still a huge wip but i'm proud of how it's turning out so far so here it is ) and just had a giant swell of feelings about my boy, how are y'all today

[cinnabeat]

im trying to think of the last time i hyperfixated on something and genuinely i think it was when i was reading tcf and that actively left my grades in shambles

[hiodoshi-ao]

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[angelfic]

finally at the cute part of the theo fic (the very end part) and I finally feel good about it instead of wanting to delete it 🫶

[honorary-fool]

let's pretend my first actual piece of writing on here isn't a vent piece and is instead practicing writing genshin Carmen. cool? cool

cw/tw: mentions of alcohol (no flat-out consumption, but mentioned a few times due to setting)

other notes: mostly they/them for oc but also some of their neopronouns are used, in case some find it difficult to read. also no capitalization but there is punctuation if that counts? not beta read. also also fuck you i can use the dodo-communication device if i wanna /lh

there are some things in life that are just unavoidable. things that make people human, or "human" in theory, if only humanoid beings, or completely inhuman at all. emotions are some of those things. 

carmen hated this part of humanity, they always had, even as a wee little elf child. frustration, anxiety, anger, grief- they could never handle it well. that never changed even into a lifespan of a few mere centuries. coping mechanisms only worked for so long, until daze became numb to its effects, and the cycle continued.

those days sucked.

today was, in fact, one of those days.

they quietly stared at the entrance to the Angel's Share, wondering if this was a good idea. 'go,' they pushed themself, 'it'll do you no good to be so isolated. you don't have to talk to anyone, but at least be in an area with other people.'

and so, they went in without another word, grimacing at the jingle of the lil bell that signaled a new patron entered the tavern. thankfully it was a rather busy day, tables and barstools nearly completely taken up by people in varying levels of soberness. no one paid attention to the noise, the ringing too quiet in comparison to the chatter. wringing their hands to temporarily calm the anxiety bubbling in their gut, they approached the bar. a little drink may help...something comforting and warm to combat the emotions in their heart. they somewhat hoped diluc would be manning the bar, finding extra comfort in his presence, but they saw the mop of brunette hair when they entered instead. that's fine, charles is a nice guy.

when they were able to squeeze in and order their drink, they slid a tiny sheet of paper across the countertop with their order, thankful storm planned ahead to write it down in case they either forgot it or weren't up to speaking. carmen patiently waited for their moonlit alley to be finished, glancing around at the patrons filling the tavern this evening. 

it wasn't the most crowded that they've seen, but it was close. a group was playing cards in the corner, nimrod was in his spot downing his barbatos-knows-what-number bottle of beer, or whatever the guy liked to drink. they almost got excited when they saw green, only to frown upon realizing it was someone else- six-fingered josé, if ghost recalled right. their heart ached, the feelings before only growing worse.

it didn't take long for the drink to be finished, and once they gave charles the mora and a thankful smile, they crept upstairs to the second floor. the revelry downstairs seemed a little quieter from up here, and a few more tables were open, thankfully. carmen quickly found their way to a table close to the balcony door, in case they decided later on that fresh air might soothe them a little.

they tried to distract themself with the drink, but kept finding themself glancing up every time the door to the tavern opened, expecting to see the traveler or their own partner.

'i wish i went along too..' they glumly thought, setting their cup down to reach for their pump and give themself the proper amount of insulin. multiple times where they've forgotten, and they didn't want to make themself feel worse. emotions are one thing, but a high blood sugar adding onto the irritability was way worse. once they did so, they resumed sipping at the mug.

the pair went off to sumeru for a little while, last carmen recalled. 'or was it fontaine..?' they thought, using their free hand to feel for the dodo-communication device in their pocket. 

apparently it was from klee's mother, which somehow wound up in venti's hands, and then daze's own with the promise that they'd both use it to keep in touch while he was exploring with lumine. 

and then a month passed, with very little contact.

rationally, they knew it was likely from being too excited with whatever was going on abroad, or perhaps they didn't have the time to talk. they didn't mind at first, but days passed on and it was rather evident to the elf that it hurt more than storm cared to admit. they felt duller and duller as days passed on, and dark circles under their eyes only got worse.

distractions only worked so many times. even trying to think of happy memories made their eyes burn with tears yet unspilled. the more they tried, the more it hurt when they only heard silence in return. the device had limited uses, carmen briefly recalled, which didn't help much in the slightest, making them more cautious in their attempts to reach their partner. 

they tried to drink away the pain with a non-alcoholic drink, but after the second trip downstairs to get another, they couldn't bare to go a third time.

they alternated between slow sips at the extra sweet moonlit alley left in their mug, and letting themself space out as silent tears fell from their cheek and onto the table. carmen remained for most of the evening, cradling their head in their arms and hiding their swollen eyes and quivering lips beneath black fabric and teal hair. they tried to imagine being comforted by their beloved bard, but that only seemed to make things worse.

who knows, maybe he'll be back tomorrow... one can only hope, right?