#maybe one day I’ll actually write this

[plamtrees]

jaytim fic idea

i’ve been rolling around a fic inspired by by talk talk by charlixcx since the summer time and i’m at the point where i don’t know if i’ll ever write it but i want it out of my head so. enjoy whatever this is about to be.

this could be pov from either but tim lives in my brain so for me, tim it shall be. it’s a special event. perhaps a birthday! Tim & company are out on the town to celebrate. drinks are flowing, music is bumping, everyone looks hot and feels great! then boom. eye contact with jason todd. what is he doing here!

this is especially problematic for our dear friend tim because over the past few months jason and tim have gotten a lot closer. it started with an overlapping case and they realized that they didn’t hate each other’s company and they actually got along pretty well. dealing with bat stuff together turns into hanging out with each other which is slowing turning into… dot dot dot. but they are decidedly Not Talking About it, and obviously tim is capital N Normal about it

so jason is there, coincidentally(?), and with friends as well. and they are both being capital N Normal about it. there is sneaking away from respective friend groups and following to bathrooms (a la the lyrics of Talk Talk by Charli xcx) and dancing together and making out on the dance floor. “shall we go back to my place?” fade to black

[eggs-can-draw]

we wanna know. tell us 📓

HOH Nelly the floodgates are bursting a little. Leaving it under the cut hahah

Ok so silly little what if where we pretend that danganronpa isn’t a mystery game where you can’t have easy to guess killers and that there has to be A Mystery To Solve.

Universe alteration, chapter 3 of sdr2 where instead of the motive being the despair disease, it’s a lot more. Straight to the point. The motive is that one of the students in the class has had all of their memories returned to them — for free! The class kinda descends into finger pointing, everyone accusing everyone of having their memories. The only person who really gets a pass from the general class consensus is Hajime, cause if he did have his memories back he’d definitely know what is talent was, right?

After a while things kinda calm down and while they don’t just let it go, they assume monokuma must’ve been messing with them to give them a false hope or something, and the real motive would pop up soon.

Then at breakfast, huh, Hajime isn’t feeling well. He was fine earlier that morning but at breakfast he suddenly started showing fever symptoms. Mikan offers to take care of him and helps him get back to his cottage, only for him to wake up in a room that’s VERY MUCH NOT HIS COTTAGE.

Yeah Mikan was the one who got her memories back but it was like. Gradual. Not all at once. So she kinda commandeered the hospital and in my head via like. Environmental storytelling and stuff you can just feel her slow descent into despair and nigh insanity.

Now that Hajime is both kinda helpless and very much strapped to a chair, Mikan monologues a bit about her current situation upstairs and how “wonderful” she remembers the outside world being.

Now smash cut to the left but maybe 30-15 minutes earlier! Fuyuhiko is struggling to integrate himself into the group, but he’s trying. Nanami has been trying her best to help him with that, and together they decided to go check on Hajime. Meeting Komaeda on their way there, the three find Hajime’s cottage door locked. Worrying something might have happened, fuyuhiko starts with knocking, then trying to pick the lock, but he gets impatient and just starts to break the door down. It works cause the door is shitty but “OH FUCK” HAJIME IS NOT THERE. the trio start brainstorming on what happened, realize who was with Hajime last, and have an “ooooh shit” moment and beeline for the hospital.

Cut back to the hospital! Right as Mikan is like. Evilly cackling and pulling out a chainsaw (do you see the vision. Cartoon evil.) BOOM!! The door busts open, Nanami, Fuyuhiko, and Komaeda on the other side!! There’s a bit of a tussle but they’re able to grab Hajime and beeline it for the exit (SOMEONE punches Mikan, very important detail) Hajime is on a crazy mix of anesthesia and laughing gas and is convinced he can smell colors but aside from that and a cut on his forehead, he’s ok. Mostly.

So yeah. There’s more but basically I listened to the dismemberment song one too many times and was infected with mikan and Hajime/kamukura worms :]

[mitsuba-bunny]

Fantasy RPG Mitsuba and Kou. More characters will be posted at a later date hopefully.

[myokk]

My drawing gremlin days are coming back so here is some of the art I’ve done this last week and a half♥️♥️♥️ LOT of pencil, ballpoint pen, and some digital art WIPs when it gets dark/im on the train🫶

[teddybarebones]

I need more cherik fics that include Charles accidentally projecting his dreams/nightmares to Erik…I need Erik waking in horror at the things Charles has seen, I need it so bad

[lostintranslaation]

😔

[nin-deer]

I can’t stop thinking about the fact that out of all subjects, language is what Anya is good at. I mean- her math score is understandable. She is literally learning everything from the start because she is at least a year or two younger than her classmates. (Plus the fact that she probably didn’t grow up rich so she wouldn’t even have the same type of education as them in the earlier years,,,)

Classical language, on the other hand, is something she’s more familiar with. She grew up hearing all the thoughts of the people around her, so she had to learn to interpret what they mean. Like, logistically- a sentence for an adult is much more complex than a sentence for a four six year old yet Anya is able to understand the basics of what Loid and Yor are thinking most of the time. (Especially impressive with Loid and how complex his thoughts are; the fact that Anya is even able to understand any implications is an amazing feat for her age) So reading an older, more complex text and interpreting what it means? Anya has literally been doing this ever since she got her powers, whether it was from birth or not. There are so many more examples like her ability to interpret Bond’s future sight or the whole terrorist arc but alas I’ll cut this here bc I should probably go to sleep now lol

[autumnally-art]

14! Honestly one of my favorite White Day cards, Saki absolutely deserves a weapon

70% complete with my personal art challenge to draw a 2* card of every Project SEKAI character!

Original Card: Simmered Gently and Lovingly

[justallihere]

I think a lot about Xaden’s “it’s a damned good thing you love me too, because you’re stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow” line

[filtheopathic]

if i was a better writer i would write a true detective au

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Is this the same "saabi" on AO3 who dropped that god-gorgeous fic of Laios being painted and then the painter laid his eyes on Kabru and was like HOLY SHIT THIS MY MUSE! And then Laios was like... no wait, I need Kabru. He can't run off into the sunset with that painter. I'll have to double his pay. And then Laios compared him to a Couatl egg? Because that shit is LIT! Like. Your writing is amazing and you captured the sweetness of everything that is THEM and there is an aura of intrigue in the plot to boot that's so captivating and I love you.

... If this is not the same "saabi" I'm so sorry for this message. But also I highly recommend this story "empyrean, from the summit" which can be read here at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56087968

yes it’s me 🥹

omg thank you this is so sweet 😭 i’m glad you liked the fic. and hopefully i can update soon, most of chp 2 is already written

a little preview 😚

[beigetiger]

Dr Nye is a character that I find really interesting, because it represents SO fucking much about how certain types of people are treated in media and how that changes over time. ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE FURTHER -

One thing that immediately struck me about Nye way back when I was reading Mortal Coil is that it was really clearly an early rendition of a nonbinary character. And I thought that that was actually quite interesting, because I don’t think that there were many queer characters in media in 2010 (although there were plenty of queer-coded ones, but we can get into that later), let alone characters who were clearly coded to be nonbinary.

Was Nye a good representation of a nonbinary person? Nope, it was subject to pretty much all the treatment that early examples of queer characters were subjected to. Most notably being that, much like many Disney movie villains and similar queer-coded characters, it was depicted as a creepy villain. Everything about the way it is described and the environment it chooses to work in screams horror and it’s treatment of Valkyrie is abusive.

There’s also something to be said about how many early nonbinary (and asexual and autistic coded) characters were depicted as inhuman, which is a trope that still kind of continues today. Nye isn’t even human, it’s a bizarre, misshapen creature called a Crenga instead. This is also used to add to the creepiness factor that I talked about earlier.

And on a bit of a smaller note, it also gets misgendered quite a bit (?) but never seems to care what other people think of it. It’s interesting to see, reading about it felt like a time capsule.

And this character, Nye, is in stark contrast to Never, who debuts in Resurrection a mere seven years later. I myself am not genderfluid and so cannot fully account for how accurate of a depiction Never is, but he is so clearly shown in SUCH a different light from Nye and she honestly acts like a bunch of queer highschoolers that I’ve known.

And as I said, the difference between these two books was seven years. Not even a decade. Nye was so interesting to me because it was a look into the past of how non-cis characters were treated, but Never made it even more interesting for me because it drew even clearer lines in the sand just how much more accepting society became of queer people in media in those few years.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I for one head canon that Martin started loosing weight during season four as the lonely got its grips on him, it’s a sort of physical sign of his loss of interest, how depression (or like- the lonely or whatever) has been affecting him.

Basically, the time travel au that lived solely in my head has like a whole bit dedicated to Martin seeing his younger self- how he looks younger, happier, healthier, etc.

[wolfs-writing-den-old]

Snippet #1 - Aftermath

Obi-Wan and Dragon!Anakin escape, with the main casualty being Anakin’s arm. This is the late-night, unedited, rambling edition of a conversation that comes later- after the reveal that Dragon!Anakin is In Fact Vader The Sith.

Dw tho. I’m sure things go fine later. Mace is gonna be thrilled.

•Snippet Below!•

“Vader… your arm needs treatment. This ship’s kit barely has a decent strip of bacta, you need professional medical treatment-“

“Then drop me off at the next spaceport, and go home, Obi-wan.”

The Jedi seemed torn, and at that he could only growl through clenched teeth. The room swayed, another flash of pain left him almost breathless, clouding his senses and adding to the fog coating his thoughts.

Obi-Wan was shaking his head. Why was Obi-Wan shaking his head?

“I’m not going to abandon you.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you are injured! Severely!”

“That has never stopped anyone before!” Anakin’s growl turned thunderous, eyes flashing sickly golden-yellow. Obi-Wan faltered, before setting his jaw and staring back just as fiercely.

“Jedi do not just discard their allies- their friends- so easily.”

“Good, because I am neither-“ Anakin hissed, irritation and pain fueling his ire against this stubborn, stupid old man. “- I am a Monster, Jedi Knight. Worse even- a Sith Monster.” He spat, teeth sharpening into fangs even as a white-hot pounding in his bones warned against any further shift.

“I don't need your mercy or your help.”

The sad look he got from Obi-Wan in response only stoked the flames. With a bitter curse he moved to stand- only to try and brace himself with his missing hand. A guttural cry ripped from his throat as the roughly-bandaged remains of his forearm failed him, sending him to the floor in a rather inelegant heap.

Or well- he would’ve ended up there had Obi-Wan not caught him. He fell limp against the Jedi, his remaining hand clutching the other’s robes as he let himself be guided down to their knees. The gentleness and care that Obi-Wan took startled him, so abruptly different from his usual existence. It felt utterly surreal, like this was all merely a fever dream.

“No monster would’ve saved my young padawan like you did- no sith would’ve taken the care to ensure safe escape for all those slaves at the camp.”

“…” Anakin shivered, falling into the warmth of the Jedi holding him up, breathing ragged and broken. His arm burned, his senses felt muddled- the force was muted in a way it never had been before and instinctively, he knew it was associated with the loss of his arm. It would never be the same again.

“I- I am no friend of the Jedi.” His voice felt hoarse, and his words lost their bite. He was pretty sure he’d reopened something and was bleeding all over Obi-Wan. “You and Ahsoka don’t count. You’re both crazy.”

He got a quiet chuckle at that.

“But I’m serious. What do you think will happen when you bring me back to that fancy temple of yours on Coruscant?”

“You’ll get medical treatment, and proper care afterwards. You have valuable information- a deal could be struck for your safety. A sort of witness protection.”

Anakin could only blink up at the man owlishly, his sheer naivety astounding. “Obi-Wan…. I’ll be put in suppressing cuffs and thrown in the brig. They’ll torture whatever information they want out of me and then kill me if they know what’s good for them.”

Even before he was done talking, the other’s head was shaking ‘no’. Again. Damn him.

“Please- trust me. If you can’t trust the Jedi, trust in me. I won’t let your wounds go untreated- you lost your arm saving us, Vader. If you don’t get treatment now you may lose your life-“ his voice cracked, and to Anakin’s flagging consciousness, the emotion over something so trivial made absolutely no sense.

But… Obi-Wan believed it. The truth of his promise chimed out into the force, even muted as it was. He was so, so tired…..

“Fine.” He huffed, “do as you see fit.” Black spots flitted in and out of his vision- making his head hurt something fierce. He thought he may have heard his name being called as his eyes slid shut and he slumped against the warmth at his side- but he was unconscious again before it could matter.

Obi-wan was left holding his new charge- hoping desperately that he wasn’t making some horrible, horrible mistake.

•✨🐉•

[ceilidho]

The brimming insanity of sexual tension that passed over 30K of words can only mean one thing, and it's a damn skill not lots has.

I'm not even going to ask HOW DO YOU DO IT, because the torture of slow burn is insanely addictive, I AM SEATED FOR MORE (but patiently), thank you very much.

I’ve never written a slow burn before so idk how one does it!!! (I’m not even sure this fully qualifies as a slow burn since they’ve fooled around in multiple chapters, I just haven’t written piv sex just yet)

Thank you for reading though!!!!! Next chapter is one big smut scene so I hope that makes up for 30k of longing glances

[quibble-auk]

Transformer OC chapter thing!

Previous

Yeah, a little prewar chapter. It’s got a bit more world building surrounding the areas in it. Not too much tho.

I’m really just having fun with my gals.

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil, here’s my fluff. Wholesome Sunrazor content.

I wrote this while listening to “when he sees me” from the original broadway cast of Waitress. I’ve been itching to make an animatic with that song for ages but every time I sit down to do it I stare at my screen for thirty minutes then doom-scroll.

WARNINGS!! Hah, there are none. Just an idiot in love. Oh and me putting stuff in here so I hopefully don’t forget it for my exam tomorrow. You’ll know it when you see it. I actually know nothing about plants. Idk what I’m doing at an agriculture school.

Valkyrie hummed slightly as she quickly returned her communicator into her subspace. She rose from her seat at the bar counter with an effortless grace, the movement fluid and composed, and sauntered over to where Sunrazor was hunched on the floor. She looked over the larger golden mech’s shoulder thoughtfully, smiling fondly, her hands positioned behind her back as she leaned over.

Sunrazor didn’t pay the motion any attention. Instead, she focused more on the small tree-like houseplant she was actively crouched over. Her large hands cradling one of its fragile branches as she inspected it with a careful, almost reverent touch. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally break it.

Despite how the Towers mech seemed to wait patiently for acknowledgement, Sunrazor could hear her fingers tapping each other as she waited. The golden mech paid it no mind. The entire reason she had risked coming over to Valkyrie’s personal apartment had been to see what was wrong with this plant. Valkyrie could be patient enough to at least let her do that before bombarding her with personal questions Sunrazor didn’t have the answers to.

She exhaled slowly, muttering to herself as her eyes scanned the plant’s condition. “Yeah, it’s definitely got gall,” Sunrazor mused aloud, eyes narrowing in concentration. “It looks like crown gall disease, probably a bacterial infection, Agrobacterium tumefaciens is usually the culprit.”

Sunrazor settled her weight backwards a bit, pulling her hand away from the plant and resting them on her thighs, “Was it repotted recently?” The guardian looked over her shoulder just in time to see Valkyrie blink back an expression of shock. Sunrazor almost jumped back when her helm almost collided with Valkyrie’s.

The pastel mech had rested a delicate hand on her shoulder and had leaned in further to look at the plant. Her brow furrowed and lip down turned in a small pout as she contemplated the information. Which was not adorable at all.

“Not too recently. I picked it up from the offworld importing center a few weeks ago and haven’t repotted it yet,” Valkyrie’s proximity had not changed at all as her face went from deep concentration to shocked, “Wait– you can tell all of that from just looking at it?”

“Well– I um– no? I mean– Kinda?” Sunrazor stumbled over her words, which was a great move on her part, really, Powercase would be so impressed. She hastily moved her head back down to look at the plant. Valkyrie shouldn’t have been so close to her, a mech of her standing shouldn’t be acknowledging her, let alone be friends with her! “Insects aren’t really a problem on Cybertron, at least not for a houseplant, so that just leaves bacterial and fungal galls. Crown gall is pretty common in woody plants, especially after they’ve been–”

Sunrazor cut herself off and blinked, “Sorry–you probably don’t wanna hear about that. I um– I can write down some treatments I’d recommend you use, if you’d like.”

Valkyrie looked over at Sunrazor, “Do you have plants of your own?”

Why hadn’t she backed up yet? Sunrazor suppressed the urge to lean away from the other or look at them, keeping her gaze firmly locked onto the plant. She shook her head slightly, “No, most plants have to be imported and I– well, you know— sentry salary and all that.”

Sunrazor tried to smile it off, but maybe she was forcing the smile just a bit too much? She didn’t know, she was never good at this, not like Blight or Powercase. Sunrazor watched the other from the corner of her eye for a reaction. The Towers mech had no idea what she was talking about, judging from how her expression had shifted, “Plants are expensive, I don’t earn enough to buy one.”

Primus, she was making this worse.

“Oh,” Valkyrie looked back down at the plant, removing her hand from Sunrazor’s shoulder.

She really was amazing at this, wasn’t she? Sunrazor just had to go and make it awkward, she could have just said no and left it at that! Instead she just had to bring up her work and how much money she made! Drawing attention to the fact that they should not be in a room alone together. They shouldn’t even be talking to each other! Sunrazor was going to get reassigned! What was she thinking? Why did she think this would ever-

“Well, you know a lot about them,” Valkyrie butted into Sunrazor’s thoughts, finally pulling away completely and stretching a bit. She looked down at the other, laughing softly “I really shouldn’t be surprised, considering how much time you spend in the gardens here!”

Sunrazor felt her eyes widen at the statement. It was true, on the rare occurrence that she did get a break she would spend her time in the Tower’s gardens. And she had been lucky enough to be added to the rotation list of sentries positioned in them. Valkyrie wasn’t wrong at all, she did spend a lot of time in the gardens.

But Valkyrie knew she did and Sunrazor hadn’t told her that.

That meant that Valkyrie had either been asking around for her, or had begun to actively seek her out. This Tower’s mech wanted something from Sunrazor and she couldn’t figure out what it was, and if she didn’t figure it out soon she was going to get into trouble. Was she trying to get her reassigned? Was she looking for friendship? For something more? Sunrazor clenched her jaw tightly, she needed to write down what Valkyrie should use to treat the plant and get out of here before she messed up.

The pastel mech was looking at her communicator again, “A couple friends and I were planning on going to the arena in Polyhex soon, but one of them canceled so now we’ve got an extra ticket. I know you're pretty busy, but would you want to come?”

She looked innocently up from the communicator and at Sunrazor. Who was staring at her in shock now, limbs locked painfully into place and she struggled to process what had just been offered.

Valkyrie—a Towers mech—wanted to take Sunrazor—some random guardian sentry—to go watch gladiator matches with her other Towers mech friends.

Sunrazor’s thoughts spiraled. This couldn’t be real. No one would believe her. Not in a million years. She opened her mouth, trying to find the words, but they escaped her, leaving her struggling to respond, her voice stuck somewhere between disbelief and utter confusion. She blinked harshly as Valkyrie waited for a response. After several beats of silence Sunrazor finally managed to find her voice, “I uh– I can’t go.”

Smooth. Real smooth Sunrazor, now she’s going to think you don't want to hang out with her. The golden mech would have kicked herself had she not still been crouched on the floor. She could feel her fans start to pick up as plating pressed against her. Sunrazor unlocked her joints and quickly stood up to face Valkyrie. She ignored the various popping and groaning of her protesting frame, “It's not that I wouldn’t want to go or anything!”

Sunrazor was stammering, speaking way too quickly than she should have, “I just can’t! I’m a guardian, we aren't allowed to attend!” She deserved a gold star for how well this conversation was going.

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting slightly as she processed Sunrazor’s words, looking the towering mech up and down. For a moment, there was only a quiet tension in the air.

“You’re not allowed?” Valkyrie repeated, her tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

Sunrazor’s eyes flickered nervously, and she fumbled to find the right way to explain herself. “It’s—uh—well, I mean, technically it’s against the rules. Guardians aren’t supposed to–unless you work there of course–watch the matches? Not, um, not in person at least. It could–um–trigger more… aggressive… programs and–well. Yeah. That stuff,” she stammered. The words were coming out in a jumble now, and she could feel the pressure mounting as Valkyrie’s gaze didn’t waver.

Once again the silence stretched on for an awkwardly long time, Valkyrie seemingly weighing the options of potential responses. Eventually she seemed to land on one, “Have you ever wanted to go?”

The golden mech might have laughed, had she ever wanted to go to one? Who didn’t? It was almost impossible to go anywhere without hearing about them, it was the ultimate form of entertainment after all. The only place the richest of Cybertron mingled with the common people.

Sunrazor and her roommates always watched the occasional broadcast that Kaon sent out of their larger matches; they had been content with this. At least for the most part. But it wasn’t like they could do anything about it, this was just the way the world worked. They had aggressive and possibly harmful programming, not attending these matches was a small price to pay in order to protect others.

Her hesitant silence must have answered for her, a mischievous and sly smile found its home on Valkyrie’s face, “What if you didn’t go as Sunrazor?”

The guardian blinked a couple times, struggling to catch up with the words that just escaped Valkyrie’s lips. “What?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. She could have sworn she heard wrong, but the amused gleam in Valkyrie’s eyes said otherwise. There was something devious in the way she was smirking.

“What if you didn’t go as you?” Valkyrie repeated, her tone lighter, almost teasing. “You could come with me as someone else.”

Sunrazor’s plating flared slightly in confusion and alarm before snapping back down to press tightly against her. Her gaze snapped to Valkyrie’s, her body tensing involuntarily, her limbs locking again. “What are you saying?” she asked, her voice quieter this time, as if speaking louder might unravel the strange thread that Valkyrie was weaving. She manually unlocked them and there were audible clicks as the locks were released.

Valkyrie leaned in a bit closer, giddily looking up at the other, “What if you went in a disguise! You could pretend to be my bodyguard!” She was grinning, eyes alight with something.

Sunrazor wasn't sure if it was adorably endearing or absolutely terrifying.

“We can give you a new name so Skyline and Vexstrider won't have any idea who you are!” Valkyrie had grabbed Sunrazor’s forearm now, eagerly holding it with both hands. Her door wings were raised from their usual resting position in excitement, “We can touch up your paint too!”

The golden clad mech couldn’t stop herself from looking down at her paint in a small panic. Did she need to get a touch up? Had she been with Valkyrie this entire time with chips or scratches in it? Valkyrie seemed to notice and giggled, wings fluttering.

Primus, help me.

(Our girl is only kinda head over heels. It’s just an itty bitty crush. Nothing much. A+ for effort tho. She’s trying so hard to not admit it. Another good song is “I won’t say (I’m in love)” from Hercules