#they have fics but just very few

[higuchisora]

Rocking up to an incredibly small fandom with literally no fics for it with a million sketches/fic ideas

[starry-bi-sky]

Incorrect Quotes for the Blood Blossom Au - DPXDC

Original Post Context Here but TL:DR - Vlad poisons (orphan) Danny with blood blossom. He runs off, finds Pre-Robin Battinson, Battinson saves his life. Danny is currently staying with him until the time being. Batdad all around, found family, woo!

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Bruce after giving Danny an antidote: poof. Just like that, the toxin’s gone

Blood Blossom, not gone just sedated: wrong! toxin’s right here you fucking brussel sprout

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Vlad at a gala while his godson is (allegedly) missing: Mister Wayne! A pleasure to meet you, I wanted to speak with you about hopefully setting up a deal between our brands—

Battinson, currently housing his (allegedly) missing godson: I don’t like you.

Vlad: —and it’d be a— i’m sorry?

Battinson, louder: I don’t. Like. You.

Vlad:

Bruce:

Vlad: If you could tell me what I did to offend you--

Battinson, with the intensity of a thousand suns: No.

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Danny: 🧿🧿

Bruce: 🧿🧿

Danny: 🧿🧿

Alfred, in the corner: Can you two socialize like normal people

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Danny: gun to your head, who would you rather kiss: riddler or the joker

Bruce:

Bruce: gun to my head?

Danny: gun to your head, yes.

Bruce, without missing a beat: pull the trigger

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Danny (is currently unaware Bruce = Bruce Wayne): hey Vlad's planning on poaching Mr. Wayne's company out from underneath his nose, would you be able to prevent Mr. Wayne from making any deals with him? Or just in general from being alone with him?

Bruce, realizing Danny doesn't know he's Bruce Wayne:

Bruce: ...yes.

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(Danny and Bruce are leaving Wayne Enterprises, Danny is wearing a face mask and obscuring most of his identity. There's a swarm of paparazzi at the doors)

Bruce:

Danny:

Danny: there's an open window on the first floor bathroom

Bruce, immediately turning on his heel: mh. mhm.

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Aunt Alicia:

Bruce:

Aunt Alicia:

Bruce:

Bruce 🤝 Aunt Alicia: "Vlad Masters can go fuck himself" club

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Bonus! Because looking at it makes me giggle and I think it needs to be shared

POV: You're Alfred living with two of the most socially awkward people in Gotham. Now with biblically accurate heights!

[takingasterix]

Queen Guinevere's guard dog (AKA the Court Sorcerer of Camelot)

quick little thing because i got bored and LOVE this concept

[johnslittlespoon]

all the dog coded bucky stuff is the light of my life, cannot get enough of it (obviously), but hear me out: what about a buckbucky oneshot with the opposite– cat coded gale? i have many Thoughts and would love to hear further ones and as much as i think he fits both dog and cat traits well, it would be fun to flip the dog motifs and do something cat related for him <3

[1-800-crscnt]

a hc i have is where Coruscant is still not a very good posting, but the Guardsmen try to make it as enjoyable as possible for the visiting troopers. they scout out good party/relaxation/dining spots for clones, they personally get supplies that troopers normally would never have (usually small things like nail polish, high quality shaving cream, a music box, etc.), and they just like to improve life on the planet in general for themselves and by extension the other troopers, which can add another reason for Fox and his commanders to be so busy & secretive so often (especially if you want to make the ways they make this possible very angsty and/or complicated) and another chance to make all the clones more connected despite their differing views/experiences.

[leoisstillalive]

kiss me, hardy - valentino rossi/marc marquez, 608 words merry christmas to all who celebrate!!! here is a little fic i wrote while delirious from sleep deprivation, staying up until 2 am to prepare christmas lunch.

Valentino presses a kiss to Marc’s bandaged pinky finger, eyelids drawn shut like curtains- not avoiding eye contact but focusing his attention, trying to be tender. Maybe trying to help it heal, as if love is in league with the arcane.

Rather childishly, the warmth of the man’s lips brings great comfort and ease to the throbbing of Marc’s joints there- so perhaps there is something in it. The finger has been sprained a few too many times. How ridiculous to be a twenty-one year old with a pinky that will never quite close into a fist ever again.

He can live with it, though, if it means Valentino kisses it better every time he sees it. In fact, he can live with any wound if that’s the case. Perhaps he should try to break something larger next time- an ankle, a collarbone— a femur would be too far, especially when Valentino already kisses him there.

In the small of his hips, the soft flesh of his inner thighs, wiry stubble scuffing, tickling closer to his groin. He does it until Marc pleas for something substantial, something filling.

But today he is only kissing his fingers. He travels along the tips of them, pressing the pads to the groove of his lips, moving down to the palm knuckles, to the crest of Marc’s palm, to the base of his wrist- his pulse point. He leaves his mouth there for a long while, eyes still peacefully shut.

He echoes that Botticelli beauty he embodied in his youth, cheeks dusted pink to his ears, brows furrowed in thought, curls falling about his head- perhaps thinner, but no less persistent, still fighting their way out of every hat and helmet. Marc sometimes wants to tug those little hairs that tuft at the back of Vale’s neck, out the bottom of his racing hat, but he figures people would ask questions.

He can do it in the dark though- he can do anything in the dark. And he does.

With Vale breathing hot and sleepy on his hand, face buried in the groove of it, Marc lets his other rest on that hair, knits his digits through. 

Valentino kisses him until he whines, until he starts to scratch at the man’s scalp impatiently. 

“Does it still hurt?” Valentino coos, parting his eyelids at long, long last, voice mumbling into Marc’s palm.

Marc peers down at where Vale is splayed on his bare chest, body hidden under the blanket but so clear in Marc’s mind, every naked inch committed to memory.

He nods with big, brown eyes. It never crosses his mind to lie, “Aches. Feels better when you kiss it.”

He wiggles it for emphasis against the groove beside Vale’s nose. It earns him a laugh- a slow, easy, rolling laugh that sounds honest and knowing and like he could live here forever with Marc, and it knots Marc’s stomach together with deft hands. He is so good at that- at keeping Marc entranced. Always waiting, hanging on for another breath, another laugh, another kiss.

“You think?” Valentino lifts his head from Marc’s chest, hangs four long, slender fingers and a thumb from the man’s wrist to hold it still while he recommences his pecks.

Marc hums, “For sure,” smiles small and in-love. So, very in-love.

And to be in love is to be devastated. Love could be a war zone, could be an active volcano, could be the furthest point North, and you’re in it. And sometimes you’re alone, facing the lashing winds on your own- doomed to solitude- though Marc had never been.

His first love was Honda, and they have always returned this, been through it all with him- right in the thick of love. Hacking at hedgerows and sharing in victory. 

And Valentino loves him, he does. This, Marc knows.

[al-luviec]

I got so insanely mad while drawing this

+ closeup and normalness

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

so this is another fic I started on my vacation (I started three, and had one idea I haven't started yet lol - and one is already posted) - also, the two weeks here might change bc I'm struggling with the timeline (which doesn't matter but also it does lol) but I'll figure it out haha

(I'm still writing all my other wips btw, and gonna get to all the asks, but the writing beans have been gone lately, and I've been too exhausted lol - and my brain is so all over the place with my wips, idk what I wanna get to more)

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Evan knows he’s in love with Tommy about two weeks into their relationship.

(...)

They still barely know each other, but Evan knows. He can’t explain why, can’t explain how, he just knows. Tommy Kinard is it for him.

The moment he realizes it with utmost clarity is nothing special, really. He just spent the night at Tommy’s – not the first one, but it’s still new enough to fill him with nervous, giddy excitement, butterflies swirling in his stomach, which he hasn’t felt in years before Tommy. Everything about Tommy makes him feel like this. Tommy’s eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching adorable smile; Tommy’s eyes, always so fond when he looks at him; Tommy’s lips that taste so amazing Buck never wants to stop kissing him; Tommy’s big, big hands that feels so good in Buck’s, those strong arms and broad shoulders… – just everything about Tommy. At first Buck thought it’s the newness of this, of Tommy, of knowing about his bisexuality. But he’s also gotten so comfortable with Tommy in such a short time, and it doesn't even really feel new anymore, he knows it must be just him, must be Tommy making him feel like a giddy teen with a crush. Except the way this feels… Buck’s a grown man with tons of experience, and he knows how infatuation feels, how a simple crush and attraction feels, how real love feels. And he knows, deep down in his core, in his soul, in his heart, that this is real, that this is definitely more than a crush. This is what love feels like.

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[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Aaaaaaagh I wanna write mechanisms fanfiction so bad!!!! I don’t know the character thoooo it’ll be so bad

[muzzlemouths]

not to sound desperate on main but since it's disability pride month it'd be really nice to see some art or fics with disabled Y/Ns.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[g3n3s1s-l0v3]

sketch page for roleswap/stillwater au!powder <3 (link to fic this is based on :3)

aaaaaa i really love how this turned outttttt shes so adorable (as is tiny little baby isha)

close ups for each doodle below the line bcuz im not sure how terrible my quality is right now ‘~’

this au is based on a fic im writing right now (even if im not *technically* to the timeskip yet…..) called Be Nice to Me by G3n3s1s_L0v3 on ao3! please consider checking it out and leaving a comment <3

(more rambling in the tags^^)

[mamawasatesttube]

an excerpt of the kon & cass genderisms fic im very excited about but still nowhere near done with:

The idea of Kon looking like a girl is kind of absurd, when Cass first thinks of the word. It brings to mind Steph, first and foremost. Brenda, too, though. And others.

But some of Brenda’s friends were tall, or broad-shouldered. Some of them dressed like Kon. The thought brings with it a pang, as always; Cass wishes she’d gotten to know them better, before…

Before.

But anyway. Not the point. The point is, Cass has seen Barbara call people without skirts or breasts girls or women, sometimes, too. So maybe Kon looking like a girl isn’t as weird as he seems to think it is.

She hums, cocking her head to the side. “What is a girl?”

“Huh?”

Next to her, Kon blinks. He frowns up at the stars, then rolls over and props himself up on one arm, and reaches over to playfully poke her nose.

“Well, I dunno exactly. You were Bat-girl, weren’t you? Shouldn’t you know?”

But that isn’t because of any… kinship with the word. No… what’s the word? Affinity. No particular affinity. Or is it connection? Something like that. Regardless, Cass shakes her head. “Barbara’s name. I just kept it.”

“Oh.” Kon frowns slightly. “I dunno, either, honestly. I mean, TV will tell you a girl is someone who likes girly stuff, but that’s stupid, ‘cuz plenty of girls don’t like girly stuff, and I mean, I do like so-called girly stuff, I guess, like knitting or baking, and I’m not a girl. So…” He shrugs, rolling back over onto his back. A moment later, though, he picks his head up and peers at her. “Are you—is this—I mean, are you trying to tell me you’re not a girl?”

The way he holds himself makes it seem like that’s some kind of a big deal. Cass just shrugs. “Dunno.”

“Oh,” Kon says, again, more softly this time. “Hey, I mean—nothing wrong with that either. It’s cool.”

Cass shrugs again. “It’s just a word. To me, anyway.” It’s her turn to frown in thought. “What makes a boy a boy?” She lightly nudges his side. He’s warm against the slight night chill, and she scoots in a little closer with a hum. “You were Super-boy. Tell me.”

Kon blows out a breath. “Hoo, man. Now ain’t that just a fine pickle and a half?”

Cass wrinkles her nose. “What do pickles have to do with it?” She likes pickles. Ma Kent has a jar of crisp ones in the pantry, homemade from cucumbers grown in the garden out back. Cass likes the way they crunch between her teeth and splatter vinegar-juice on her tongue.

“Nothing. It’s… actually, I have no idea why that’s something people say.” Kon lets out a wry snort. “I came pre-programmed with slang and idioms, y’know.”

“I know,” Cass says, and pats his arm. “Pregnable.”

Kon lets out a bark of bright laughter. It reminds her of the stars. He seems so very at home here, under the night sky. The starlight matches the gentle glow of his eyes. When he isn’t wearing his glasses, it’s easy to see the inhuman blue.

“Aw, man,” Kon says, still grinning. “You remember that? I forgot I said that way back then.”

“It was…” Cass tilts her head. “New to me. Memorable, for that reason.” She grins mischievously. “A pregnable boy.”

Kon laughs again. Cass snuggles up to his side and throws her arm across his ribs. She likes to feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

[fisheito]

FISHIE'S NUCA RECS (ongoing!)

⚠ many are locked, so it's best to view while logged into your ao3! ⚠ ❗ yeah, this list is yakumo-centric. there are some exceptions, but... generally, beware of snakes. https://archiveofourown.org/users/fisheito/collections Fics divided into subcollections under that big collection ⬆ :

Polyclan Plot (porn optional) here's the plot-heavier stuff often involving more than 2 clan members. sometimes porn. sometimes crying. sometimes both?

pwp or p with a bit of p pornzone. anything from [quick n dirty] to [Grand Character Explorations Resulting in Boinkery]. i kept most yakuei porn out of this collection because otherwise, it would overwhelm it 🤣

*peers inside the box* no boinking?!? mishmash of fic that doesn't necesssarrrrillly have explicit sex "on-screen". range of moods included from fluff to hurt/comfort. Doesn't include yakuei-centric fic for the same reason as above. 😅

big ol sloshing bucket of yakuei it's yakuei. it's got the porn AND the Not. it must be contained within this bucket so as not to overpopulate the other collections.

bottom yakumo reading list pretty much the same as the list i have on tumblr. it's bottom OR not-explicitly-top subby yakumo. love to see that the number of fic in here has hit double digits. we're doing great out here

feesh purgatory fic i haven't finished reading, and fic that i found interesting, but not sure i would re-read as much as the others. that's purgatory, baybeee!!