#it's about the slow burn

[trans-corvo]

i never thought I'd say this, but 100+ episode long story driven tv shows, i've missed you so much.

[ladymirdan]

[its-not-nothing]

To illustrate this post, this was the buddie energy we got in S7/8A:

... and this is buddie from 8x08 on:

Like, are we feeling the shift??

[fortheloveofexy]

the way neil was willing to let himself be tortured on andrew's behalf literally months before they even kissed.... like he didn't even know he liked kissing andrew yet, he didn't even know that was an option for him!! but that didnt matter because andrew needed him and neil was going to do whatever he must to try and keep him safe.

[happy74827]

I started binging The X-Files, and I already know these two will cause me emotional distress

I’m about to be taught what 'Slow Burn' truly means.

[bluem0nst4]

It is my god given right to contribute to the Jason Todd being a fanfic writer, although I don't think I've heard anybody talk about the obvious discourse that would be him being taken hostage by the AO3 author's curse.

Just imagine Young!Jason Todd being in the middle of a very nice and followed fanfiction, being loyal to his readers and just disappearing out of nowhere.

Of course after being murdered, a fanfic he was writing was not gonna be on his mind given the whole 'Crawling out of your own grave and being thrown into the Lazarus Pit' schtick, so he just... forgets about it.

His readers left on a very nice cliffhanger and his work left in the dust like countless others just for a few years to pass, him leaving the league to go back to Gotham and become a crime lord, make peace with Bruce and then he just- uploads a new chapter out of the bloom.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sorry about being gone for a few years, I got murdered and came back to life, turns out the curse is very real lol, but don't worry I am back and I'm gonna keep the regular schedule of uploading on Fridays, thank you so much for waiting <333

Tim: *at the other end of the manor, screaming like a high-school girl*

[vero-niche]

the premise of Split Fiction would be so funny with fanfic writers like yepp this is my high fantasy masterpiece i came here to get published. and this other universe? its the one where my guys are sucking and fucking. enjoy stealing that

[deerspherestudios]

Hi! I just wanted to know if in the following days to come if mychael would follow more intense Yandere traits or instead mellow more out?

Hello! I feel like I ramble a bit here for such a simple question, but for those interested, spoilers under cut!

I've teased in asks before he will get intense as the story progresses, though for the sake of managing expectations, don't expect him to go all out just because it's Day 4.

Initially, I've considered multiple routes and endings for the next update, and by endings I mean True Bad Endings, but I might push them back so the pacing of the story doesn't feel jarring. Plus it lightens my load of writing multiple branches, something I always wanna avoid so I don't complicate things for myself.

I just feel that between the five sundowns after they separated at the end of Day 3 it'd be enough time for him to sort through his thoughts and come to a conclusion on how he feels. Nothing drastic, but there's definitely something that changed in him if that makes sense.

So while he's not fully unhinged (the door still functions so to speak), he's definitely growing loose,,,, I started out with the intent of writing a slow burn and I'd be remiss if I mess that up!

[threalcrabbysamantha]

first kiss / fifth kiss / five thousandth kiss

Find me on: | Kofi | redbubble

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Our second DCXDP au has Danny hiding in Gotham with the cores of Dani, Dan and two other clones who survived. They need DNA to be able to reform but it's in a ‘it doesn't have to be now’ kind of way. Not just Danny’s DNA but another to to balance out their genes.

They'll become babies and be raised up. Dani was melting but forced Danny to promise he wouldn't find someone right away he'd take his time to fall in love first. Dan did the same and the twin clones did to.

Danny decides it's a good idea but keeps the cores safe. He ran to Gotham in the DC universe because the GIW were to close to killing him. His parents, Jazz, Sam, Grandma Ida and the Foleys all followed. Grandma Ida is running some gang down in crime alley having a blast with Sam, constantly trying to hook Sam up with Jason who Ida is in a turf war with. Tucker is happily running a tech company that will soon outstrip it's competitors., his parents helping Jazz is terrifying in Arkham as she tears our corruption.

Maddie abd Jack found out about the Leauge of Assassins and went: study time. Danny, knowing its corrupted ecto and also not wanting to deal with assassins lets then have fun. So Ra’s is dealing with liminal mad scientists who keep stealing the Pits and also have uncovered two Damian clones they kidnapped. Their kids now.

But we’re focusing on Danny who is in college and living a peaceful life which is what he wants most of all. The cores of his kids are always on him just in case and he's casually dating. It's great. He can just be Danny the guy who is super into space and plans on being a mechanic for the watch tower.

Then one day Two-Face attacks the cafe he's at (because of a sale it was having where it was two for one on some sort of new treat). Danny has to run for his life. He gets hit and the bag he has the cores in is harmed. One falls out and he freaks, diving for it. He grabs it just as Black Bat swoops in to save him. She flies him up to a roof.

They land and then she moves to grab one of the cores that fell out. Danny gets antsy but it requires skin contact so it should be okay, she's wearing gloves after all. It'll be fine!

On her part, Cass is wondering why her hand feels tingly but there isn't anything malicious in the mans face so she thinks it might just be the orb she caught being weird. She swings off, noting that she has a hole in her glove.

Danny goes home and doesn't think about it until he realizes that the core the hero touched is growing. And it's getting sick without the touch of its other parent.

Cass on the other hand feels strange. Like she's pulled somewhere. She instantly thinks of the guy and alerts the others to him. They hunt him down to find him on a rooftop. He's surprised to see them, holding an Orb that’s glowing.

“I thought it would take longer…” the man says. He shakes his head. “Umm… rip the band-aids off- I'm nottotslly human.”

The Batfam kinda pauses cause he's giving this info up for free. Cass is eyeing him closely. It's just her, Batman and Robin in front of the man. Everyone else is listening in or in the shadows.

“I ran away from my home dimension cause they were hunting me down to kill me because they believed I was non-sentient. You know sad trench- I mean, John Constantine? I think he put in the word we’re friendly,” the man babbles. The orb shines. “Okay, okay. I need to… Black Bat did your glove have a hole in it when you touched this?”

Cass hums but nods. Barbara has Constantine on the line (and no one wants to know the blckmail she has to make him answer) and he's confirming it's a friendly.

“Okay, okay… this is a Core and it's the heart, soul, brain, everything of an ecto-entity like me. And it… it’s my child. But it needed a second set of DNA. It's fine dormant, it doesn't hurt the baby. But it…” the man swallows. “Skin touch.”

Cass knows in a second what he's leading up to. She touched the orb. It needed DNA.

That's her baby in his hands.

Que the chaos.

[ckret2]

writing about a sleep paralysis demon; considering nicknaming it parry

pros:

i don't have to write "the sleep paralysis demon" every single time it comes up

it's at least derived from its proper name (paralysis - parry)

cons:

now i keep wanting to make it a hat man so i can

[caydeus]

I love them sosososmuch

[andi-o-geyser]

despite how you feel about the changes from the stream to the show, if you like or dislike them, i love how inherently hilarious the narrative path tlovm is taking regarding perc’ahlia is because a situationship would literally kill campaign percy and vex like how the internet would kill a small victorian child. they are NOT built for that

[incognitopolls]

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[1bisschenmelancholie]

You Always Drive Like This?

𖦹 emily prentiss x female reader

it starts with a “you up?” and ends with a kiss that feels like a promise. midnight drives. street tacos. the tension so thick it could stall the engine. she didn’t say where you were going — only that she couldn’t stay away.

𖦹 a/n i want what they have

𖦹 disclaimers and possible tw: emotional tension, implied relationship imbalance

It starts with a text.

You up?

Not even a minute later:

I’m outside.

You’re not surprised.

Emily Prentiss is nothing if not dramatic at midnight.

You grab your jacket and phone and head down — no questions, no shoes even — just instinct and heart and a pull you haven’t figured out how to name yet.

She’s leaning against her car when you get there, dressed like she didn’t mean to look hot but absolutely did anyway. Black jeans, half-zipped leather jacket, hair tousled from wind or maybe from her hands.

"You always abduct your coworkers like this?" you ask.

Emily smiles like the moon’s in on it. "Only the pretty ones."

You pretend not to blush as she climbs into the driver’s seat. You slide in beside her, the passenger door slamming shut with a dull thud.

She doesn’t say where you’re going. Doesn’t even ask.

Just flicks on the headlights, turns up some old rock station, and takes off like the city’s hers to carve.

You laugh into the wind. "You always drive like this?"

She doesn’t look at you — just grins. "You always complain this much when you’re not the one in control?"

You lean your head back against the seat. "You’re lucky I like danger."

Emily shifts gears. The engine hums under her touch like it’s part of her.

"I am lucky," she says, voice low. "Aren’t I?"

The silence that follows isn’t awkward. It’s thick. Charged. Familiar in that way only people with too many unsaid things between them can manage.

You roll the window down halfway. The city is smeared in light — streetlamps and neon signs and reflections in puddles. You pass a diner that smells like grease and nostalgia. A club with a line of glittering strangers out front. A gas station blaring fluorescent into the dark.

"Hey," you say suddenly. "Pull over."

Emily glances at you. "What—why?"

"There’s a taco truck."

She sighs like she’s exasperated but her eyes are soft when she pulls into the curb. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you’re hungry," you shoot back, already unbuckling. "Don’t lie."

You both end up sitting on the hood of her car ten minutes later with tacos wrapped in greasy foil and hot sauce on your fingers. She watches you lick it off with an expression you can’t quite read.

"You do that on purpose," she says.

You raise an eyebrow. "What, eat?"

"Lick your fingers like that."

You smirk. "Maybe."

She tosses a napkin at you. You toss it back. She catches your wrist.

"You’re trouble," Emily murmurs.

"You knew that when you picked me up."

Her eyes drop to your mouth again. Just for a second. Then she releases your wrist like it burned her.

The silence this time is louder.

You hop off the hood and brush crumbs off your lap. "Ready to go?"

Emily doesn’t move. "Not quite."

The song on the radio changes. Some old bluesy track with a slow, dragging beat. You lean against the passenger door. She leans beside you, arms crossed, body close.

"Tell me why you’re really out here," you ask.

She doesn’t answer right away. Just stares at the empty street.

Finally: "Because if I stayed home, I would’ve kept thinking about you."

The city feels too quiet for a moment.

You tilt your head toward her. "And what do you think now?"

Emily looks at you, eyes darker than before. "Now I think I’m fucked."

You laugh, but it’s not mocking. It’s warm. A little breathless. "We both are."

She leans in.

So do you.

But you don’t kiss yet.

You hover.

Close enough that your breaths mingle. Close enough to feel the heat of it.

Her voice is barely a whisper. "If I kiss you right now—"

"It’s not just a kiss," you finish.

"No."

"Then maybe you shouldn’t."

She almost pulls back.

Almost.

But you grab her jacket. Just a fistful. Just enough to keep her there.

"I didn’t say I didn’t want you to."

Emily stilled.

You felt her breath catch — right there between you, in the inch of space neither of you dared close now.

But she didn’t kiss you.

Instead, she exhaled and leaned back a little, eyes scanning your face like she needed to memorize the shape of what you’d just said.

The moment held. Then passed.

And like some invisible thread had snapped, Emily sighed and muttered, "Get in."

You did. Quietly. Still pulsing from the tension.

The car doors shut in sync — one dull thunk and then another. Rain tapped steady against the roof as she pulled back onto the road, headlights cutting a thin path through the wet dark.

For a while, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the soft rattle of your heart.

Neither of you spoke.

But her hand drifted — almost absentmindedly — to the space between you, fingers brushing yours on the console like an afterthought. Not a grab. Not a demand. Just contact.

You didn’t move away.

The streets blurred by. Neon signs stretched into puddles. The city was asleep, but you weren’t. God, no. You were burning with everything you hadn’t said.

"You always do that?" you asked eventually, voice low.

"Do what?"

"Run hot and cold."

She let out a breath that might’ve been a laugh. "Only when I care."

You glanced at her profile — the sharp lines, the wet strands of hair clinging to her jaw, the way her grip tightened just slightly on the steering wheel.

"And do you?" you asked.

Emily’s tongue darted across her bottom lip. "I’m driving you through the city at one in the morning in the rain, aren’t I?"

Fair point.

Still. You wanted to hear it. From her mouth. Clear.

So you said nothing. Just turned the radio up a notch and leaned your head against the window. Let her feel the silence stretch between you again.

When she finally spoke, it was soft.

"I didn’t kiss you because I wanted to. I pulled away because I really wanted to."

That got you to look at her.

Emily glanced at you for just a second, then back at the road.

"I’m trying to be good," she said. "Trying not to fuck this up."

You swallowed. "You think kissing me would fuck it up?"

Her fingers flexed on the wheel. "I think not kissing you is starting to hurt."

There was no good response to that. Not one that didn’t involve reaching over and dragging her in by the collar while she was still going 40.

So you didn’t respond.

But when the next red light hit, and the car slowed to a stop, you leaned in slowly and said, "Then kiss me when you’re ready to stop hurting."

Emily’s hands loosened on the steering wheel.

And then she turned — not all the way, but enough to catch your mouth with hers in a kiss so soft it didn’t match the fire from earlier, and yet—

It felt like more.

It was slower now. Measured. Her thumb grazed your jaw. Her mouth lingered on yours like she didn’t want to leave it. Like this kiss wasn’t some desperate middle-of-the-night mistake, but a choice she wanted to keep making.

The light turned green.

Neither of you moved.

When she finally pulled back, you could still feel her breath on your lips.

Emily looked ahead. Shifted the car back into drive.

And whispered, "Hold on."

You grinned, half-dazed. "For what?"

Her eyes cut sideways.

"For the rest of the night."

[arciam]

Underrated JayVik moments/lines (16/∞)

"I suppose your legacy has been well-secured."

How is this a JayVik line? At first and even second glance it isn't, but bear with me for a moment.

What this line does do initially - seeing as it's said in response to Heimerdinger stating he never contemplates his own death - is tell us how important the idea of "legacy", of leaving something good behind to be remembered by, is to Viktor.

This is not a novel idea; I've seen multiple posts talking about the tragedy that is Viktor, in the end, leaving no legacy at all (if he's lucky, that is - otherwise there would only be the tale of that one time a metal maniac threatened to end all of humanity) because all of his accomplishments and good intentions vanish with him and Jayce.

And yes, that sure is one - very bleak - way to look at it.

However, fortunately that's not all there is to his story.

Because if you think about it for a moment - think about Viktor's motivations throughout the show -, there are two additional driving forces that contribute to this desire to leave a legacy, apart from his desire to help and his strong moral compass:

Loneliness and a damaged self-image.

People suffering from both often end up believing they will only ever be as good, as desirable, as lovable as the good they do for others. They wish to be remembered in death because they can't imagine feeling treasured in life.

I think for someone like Viktor - having placed all of his capacity to make a difference in the world on his "gifted mind" rather than his value as a person -, to be loved unconditionally for who he is may have been so grand an idea that changing the world honestly seemed more attainable to him.

Yet as I pointed out in part 4, even after ostensibly achieving what he thought he wanted in the commune ("an immaculate physique, community, the ability to help people and 'make the world a better place' - a perfect legacy"), from the way he speaks to Jayce and goes on to think and act after facing rejection by him, you absolutely get the sense that there is something vital missing from the picture here.

And it's scarcely even new information at that point, really, as we already learned this a lot earlier by how - when faced with the loss of both love and legacy - it wasn't the threat of losing legacy which Viktor's mind got stuck on:

"Jayce will understand."

It's almost as if... oh I don't know, as if Viktor had thought what he wanted was to bring magic to the world, but ultimately...

Oh.

"I thought I wanted us to give magic to the world... Now, all I want is my partner back."

Jayce, same as Viktor, had big dreams of making a difference in the world since childhood, which - while definitely also driven by a strong desire to help people - is proven here to be equally rooted in the very elementary human desire to connect with someone. For someone to understand him and share his dreams ("our HexTech dream").

He found, and was found by, that someone in Viktor. The fact that the very catalyst of Jayce's dreams - the mage - turns out to also literally have been Viktor all along only serves to emphasise this point.

And here, at the end of everything they've endured, Jayce concludes that maybe, to love and to be loved in kind can be enough. Can be everything. Can be all he wants.

I like to believe that Viktor came to that same realisation about himself in those final moments of perfect connection they shared.

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