#rambly fic thoughts

[noodles-and-tea]

Just some more thoughts on that jayvik dbh au

[frownyalfred]

actually kicking my feet rn at the gym imagining a fic where Dick is a detective with Blüdhaven PD and he’s doing mandatory firearms training late at night in the shooting range and guess who comes to critique his stance and tease him about his accuracy? Mr. Red Hood himself, AKA Jason, AKA the one guy on the eastern seaboard who’s probably better than Dick (or Bruce) with a gun and actually, frustratingly, knows what the hell he’s talking about when it comes to firearms. Dick isn’t a pushover when it comes to shooting, far from it, but all Jason has to do is post up behind him and raise his eyebrows just a little, and it says enough. why are you pretending to be mediocre at this, Dickie. don’t you wanna show off a little?

[aethersea]

the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.

fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.

I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[one-chaotic-neautral]

Arcane ships ranked, for fun

The main ships and some rarepairs I've found, I like pretty much everything in the first 4 rows. I probably missed some but idk what they are and I'm too lazy to add more rn.

feel free to add your thoughts or ships but again its just for funsies :)

[kawareo]

Gortash should visit Durge's camp in act 3. The tadfools come home by night, and there he is, chilling by the campfire, scratching Scratch behind an ear as if he belongs there.

Everyone stares in anger and horror because he still has his claws on but Scratch is oblivious (you cant tell me Gortash couldn't charisma his way into a dog liking him) and Gort just looks up from a book he was reading like "ah good youre finally here! Just wanna talk :)"

And everyone just knows that there are Banites all around them in the dark. And Gortash's claws are right on Scratch's head.

[bubblingsteam]

[trialsofthedas]

SPOILERS FOR VEILGUARD —>

For those of you who have played and/or watched the scene that takes place after the dragon attack if you are a crow!rook who chose to save minrathous, you know this little line Viago throws at you?

“Because you always think of something. You always do. Except this time.”

Once again, I’m asking you guys to think about Lucanis having to tell Viago that rook is missing post-tearstone island. Because they don’t know where Rook is. They don’t even know if Rook is alive. All they know is they killed one of the gods, they did it, but the smoke cleared and solas is free but Rook is gone. and it’s WEEKS according to that Bellara romance scene.

Viago refuses to believe Rook is gone. Not Rook. Not the stubborn little idiot who had more lives than the feral street cats of treviso they so loved to pet. Not the little crow who spent years following Viago around with one hand always fisted in his cape until it was beat out of them to not show that kind of weakness. Not the little scrap of a being that succeeded for always being quick, but fell for their mouth that ran that much quicker. Not Rook, who he sent away to learn patience, to get them out of the hot seat and away from the other houses who wanted their head. Rook, who fought and won against gods and dragons and the blight. Not a crow who always completes their contract. Not Rook who was supposed to come home.

Not Rook. So Viago refuses to believe it. The first few days he clings so hard to the mantra. “Rook always thinks of something.” And they will come back and laugh and laugh and laugh at how worried Viago was and Viago will sigh and ring their neck and slip poison into their food to make sure they’ve been keeping up with their daily antivenoms— and Rook will be there.

But those days turn into a week, and then into two, and Viago hasn’t received any update from this so called ‘veilguard’ and all of the sudden “Rook always thinks of something.” is crumbling because what if this is the exception? this is the “except this time.” Because it is always until it’s not. and there is no time to truly mourn is there? there is still one god left to slay and very little time left to do it.

And Viago will fight. The loss of his… the loss to House de Riva is felt, but Viago is a professional. His wings are not clipped. ( his feathers are broken, hard shafts digging in and pulling blood from oozing cuts. they need clipped, groomed, removed. but his wings still work. they just hurt. ) He will finish this contract, in their name if nothing else.

But Viago let himself forget. “Rook always thinks of something.” And he let himself doubt and underestimate when he swore he would never be caught by those things again. but maybe this once, it’s okay. it’s okay because Rook stands in front of him, alive. Broken, but alive.

because a Crow always completes their contract, and a Rook will always come home to bother Viago.

Until they don’t

[aesthetictarlos]

Sometimes Tommy has trouble falling asleep because his thoughts are too loud and he can't silence them.

The first time it happens when Evan stays the night, he tries to act like nothing's bothering him. Except that Evan is right there and can sense how tense and restless he is, so when he asks... Tommy tells him the truth. Evan, kind, sweet Evan, asks how he can help and Tommy doesn't really know because he never had anyone who would want to help but he likes Evan's voice so he asks him to just... talk. Evan does as he's been told and starts telling him random facts, his voice soothing and steady and so calm that Tommy eventually falls asleep.

It becomes a habit. Every time Tommy has trouble falling asleep, Evan holds him and talks to him. It's not always only random facts, sometimes he tells him about his past travels, and sometimes he talks about the latest documentary or tv shows he watched.

The first time Tommy finds himself restless and squirmy in his bed, at 3am, after the break up, he tries to close his eyes and imagine Evan's voice. He still remembers it perfectly, but it's not the same. He plays all the voice messages Evan has sent him, but it doesn't work. He's desperate, he had a tiring shift and he needs to sleep but he can't, they had a rough call and he's feeling scraped raw so he grabs his phone and stares at Evan's name and eventually presses the call button, holding his breath as he waits. When Evan's worried voice comes into his ear, he exhales a shuddered breath and nearly cries, telling him that he's sorry and that he knows he shouldn't be calling but he just needs to hear a random fact or two, because he can't sleep and he needs to and he misses him, his voice, his fingers in his hair.

Evan starts talking, no questions asked, voice soothing and calm as always, and Tommy starts to drift off, lulled by Evan's words.

[littledoot]

I'd love to see Ghost as just a ghost that is possessing his outfit. Imagine grabbing the guy's mask and there's just fucking nothing under it. Terrifying. I think I would hate that immensely. It would be really funny though.

"Oh him? He's Ghost." "So is he a ghost or is he just called Ghost?" "Yes"

[datkat08]

Zoro never cared for bath time… until bath time meant getting his head massaged by a certain cook’s masterful hands.

The first time it was done out of annoyance and an attempt to show the marimo how to wash his hair properly, but that effort seemed to go to waste considering that Sanji washes his mossy hair every time now.

Somewhere along the line it became a ritual; Zoro sits in the bath and Sanji settles in behind him and gets to work. Zoro actively looks forward to it at this point. Sanji swears Zoro acts more relaxed these days. Not that he has any complaints about it, it’s actually quite nice. It also means that Zoro bathes more often, thank god.

It started as hair washing, but eventually Sanji finds himself gently rubbing the mosshead’s temples and massaging circles into the back of his neck. He knows very well the importance of muscle care, especially with the flexibility required for his own combat style. He trusts that Zoro has his own regimen, but he figures it couldn’t hurt.

For Zoro’s part, the simple action means more to him than the curlybrow probably realizes. As a silent thank you, he stays after dinner each night and helps the cook wash the dishes. And Sanji understands. Because they know each other better than anyone, so they don’t need words.

[sboochi]

Now make them smooch 🔫

(Yes I mean hiijack)

(please)

Thank you for giving me an excuse I was missing them 🥺

[frownyalfred]

Your post on Bruce being the weakest human member of the league, makes me wonder what would happen if a new meta-human league member, after being criticised by Bruce for acting too rash on the field, turned around and essentially said something along the lines of 'What gives you the right to talk to me like that? At the end of the day, you're just some human.'

Cue a completely silent room and tension thick enough you could cut through it. I feel like before Bruce even had the chance to respond, multiple members of the league would step in first, especially Clark, if he's in the room when this interaction occurs.

I know it’s not super in character but I wish, in that moment, Bruce would simply step aside, tilt his head, and indicate that the meta should lead the mission themself if they feel so strongly. Kind of like when the Chef in the Menu let Tyler cook in the kitchen just to watch him fail (theoretically this would be a mission that doesn’t affect civilians etc).

Clark would be furious and so would everyone else. But maybe they’d still defer to Bruce and let the hotshot run the mission into the ground. Sometimes to teach a lesson, failure needs to be at full intensity.

Bruce would step in at the end, a la Speirs in Band of Brothers, reach a hand down to the frazzled meta, and ask him if he wanted him to step in. Calm voice, confident posture, no obvious grudge or resentment. Just Batman offering to lead the mission after all.

[galactic-rhea]

If I ever write a "Anakin doesn't fall to the dark side and Padmé doesn't die" you bet is going to be anything but a fix it AU, because the only thing fixed is that there's not Vader, but I'm still going to put these characters through some awful damn stuff.

Like, literal persecution, literal spending one night in a moon and the next day running for the lives. Stuff like Padmé having to leave a wounded Anakin behind as she runs with the twins. And then it's days before they reunite again.

Like Padmé didn't die, good. Anakin is still Anakin and he still has an incredible godawful amount of C-PTSD and unhealthy coping mechanisms and he was constantly in battle 3 days ago, he might react badly by punching someone until his hands are bloody just because someone used a whistle that sounded a bit like a battle droid. He doesn't sleep, he literally stands guard with his lightsaber in hand unable to sleep while the babies and Padmé get some sleep on the floor of some abbandonned shack in the middle of nowhere in non-described planet number 4th of the week.

Stuff like Anakin being torn with the "who will you save" (again) between staying with his family VS learning that Obi-Wan was captured (is even true, is that information true, how are you so sure).

Stuff like Padmé having to watch how the Empire records in live Holo-TV how her family is captured and being taken prisoners to try and rat them out, because they're getting on Palpatine's nerves.

Anakin losing his mind because he knows he was this close to, you know, killing everyone. And fearing he might as well still do it if the pressure skyrockets again because now isn't only Padmé, is her, and the twins.

Stuff like Anakin still somehow getting terribly injured and burned because it was written for him, apparently.

Stuff like yay, they're on the rebellion now, yay it's...it's still hell, there's not peace. Stuff like "Hey, Anakin, Padmé, have you thought that maybe is safer if the twins grow up somewhere else away from all of this, and you know, some stability?"

That kind of stuff.

I have so many ideas and only 700 words of it written somewhere on my phone 😩

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[deviouz]

. . . mean jason todd !!

jason todd is the type to fuck you so good tears seem to permanently stain your cheeks and leave your skin feeling raw after all is said and done. he’d have your body contorted and folded in, knees pressed firmly against your chest and legs thrown over his broad, scarred up shoulders. he smirks so cruelly as he absolutely destroys your poor cunt, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

“‘s the matter, pretty girl? you’re crying so pretty for me. got you drunk on my cock, don’t i?”

jason todd is also the type to grab your jaw and dig his fingers into your cheeks, pushing them together and laughing at the embarrassed whines that garble out of your throat. he’ll stare down at you with those pretty eyes of his, his gaze stern and unwavering, hips still snapping away without much thought. you’re practically drowning in pleasure as jason is ever so in tune with your body, what makes you tick.

“you gonna look at me when you come? i don’t want you lookin’ away from me, not even for a second. let me see that pretty face when i make you come on my cock, doll. that’s it, just like that.”

jason todd is just so mean to his pretty girl. he’ll mock your pleas just to make you repeat them loud enough your voice shakes and broken, desperate sobs push past kiss-swollen lips. if you don’t beg just right, he’ll show his thrusts, eyes focused on yours, as he smiles down at you, all sharp and all teeth.

“what was that? don’t think i quite heard you. say it again for me, yeah?”

jason todd will deny you of your release endless times, simply because he can. he gets a giddy joy at seeing how unabashed you can get at the continuous denial of release. you shake and cry and beg and thrash in his grip, but nothing ever seems to persuade him.

“you can come when i say you can, do you understand? now, be a good girl and shut the fuck up and just take it.”

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