#this is related to that fic series

[velvetrambles]

Although the sands of time have gone and torn us apart

[gothamite-rambler]

Bruce Wayne: I leave you alone for an hour and you spent a thousand dollars with my credit card!

Jason holds two big tote bags filled with books

Jason Todd: You left me alone... In a Barnes and Noble! This was inevitable.

Bruce Wayne: I’m honestly glad that you’re not buying weapons anymore.

[todayisafridaynight]

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[eddiazx]

the bolter - evan buckley x reader

Buck doesn't mean to stare.

He had decided to grab a beer at the bar near his apartment to take the edge off the chaotic 12-hour shift he had just finished. He had planned to have the singular beer before calling it an early night, since he did have another shift the next morning.

But Buck couldn't help that his eyes kept being drawn to you. You were seated on the opposite end of the bar. The way your red lips moved, the way your eyes shined bright, and the exaggerated hand gestures you were making trying to recount a story has had Buck infatuated with you for the past hour.

Despite his observations, he didn’t approach you like he would’ve in the past. To Buck’s surprise, it’s you that approaches him. You saunter over, drink in hand, and slide into the stool next to him. Buck is immediately taken with how good you smell, your teasing smile and mischievous eyes even more prominent now that you were in front of him. You rest your cheek on one palm and look at him expectantly, before asking,

“Are you going to ask me to get out of here or are you just going to continue staring all night?”

Buck laughs, feeling his cheeks and ears get warm at your directness. He liked it. He was in trouble.

“Depends. What would your answer be if I did ask you?”

You respond by putting your hand in his and pulling him out of the bar.

Buck takes you back to his place. Buck is obviously no stranger to sex, but he can undoubtedly rank this night with you as one of the best experiences of his life. You both fall asleep on his bed hours later, your head on his sweaty chest. Buck drifts to sleep with a satisfied smile, eager to make you breakfast tomorrow and properly get to know you. He knows that he is jumping the gun, but he couldn't help dreaming of a potential future with you.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

The next morning, Buck wakes up to emptiness, the only evidence of last night the rumpled sheets and the lingering scent of you in the air. You’re no where to be found and you hadn’t exchanged numbers in your lustful haze. Buck tries not to be disappointed; one night stands were coined that for a reason. However, he couldn’t help the hollow feeling in his chest; he really thought this thing with you was going to end differently. He temporarily sets aside his dismay and focuses on the fact that he has a shift in two hours.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

“Alright team, we have a new recruit joining us today! Welcome them to the 118!” Bobby announces to the team, a few minutes into the shift.

Buck turns away from washing the fire engine to greet them, but when he does, his jaw, and the cloth that he was holding, drops.

Buck and you make eye contact, mirroring expressions of shock.

[missmisnomer]

When you're recommending something you really, REALLY like to someone and being IncrediblyNormal™ doesn't work out, so you have to resort to being ALittleUnhinged™ to get the point across.

🍋💥👍 @turtleinsoup

[my-world-my-stories]

Ideal dates for your Yautja partner 101

- Finding a bone pile and scavenge for cool stuff like tiny skulls, fangs and claws (feathers and cool shiny rocks count). Your partner collection of cool trinkets will thank you for it.

- Camping trip. Just a perfect excuse for your alien partner to show off how good of a provider they are by giving you fresh food and fending off other beasts that get too close to the camp. The views are quite stunning. And the smashing in the tent.

- Foraging in the woods. Anything can go, from picking mushroom, to flowers and berries. Just make sure they don't try to eat every mushroom they come across so they can test if they're poisonous or not.

- How to properly clean and dispose of the bodies of your enemies. This one is very self explanatory.

[marigoldwriter]

WHERE ARE THE FANFICS!?!?!?!?!?!? FOR ALL THAT IS MOST SACRED, WHERE ARE THE FANFICS?!?!?!?!?!?! It could even be an alternative universe, but please make fanfics!

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

yes yes, he's being a little evil, we know this and love this about him.

but. does he have po saved in his phone as Po1??? right there in the upper left? am i understanding this correctly? that's not even, like. i know multiple pos so i've decided that somehow the best way to tell them apart is to number them (weird already). that's just. i know one (1) po and i'm going to number him for literally no reason. i guess to pretend that he's so unimportant i'm already thinking of him as just one of the many pos i might meet in my life, which is a part of my master plan to thwart the gay wattpad idol romance unfolding before my eyes. jun your brain is SUCH a mysterious place to me

[iconicname]

Me: just trying to read jason todd centric angst fic in peace

Tim drake 95% of the time: what if I made everything about meeeee I'm such a uwu abused neglected baby genius boy 🥺🥺who could do no wrong! See how I flinch and panic when Jason looks in my way!! Even though I'm supposed to be such a smart and tough badass robin worthy of my title unlike that stupid idiot 2nd robin who got himself killed and everything that ever happened to him was his fault because he beat me up one time and he disagreess with the almighty batman! :((((( I'm so terrified of him, but I'll forgive him, im so brave to face my "abuser." I'm such a good person who puts the mission first and emotion second, and B-b-b-because jason was my robin!! How could my inspiration betray me like this? im so insecure about my position as robin! I keep invading Jason's boundaries because I'm soooo smart! And that stupid idiot jason doesn't know. This is just how Bruce and I show love aren't such a good person with no flaws whatsoever? I may be born rich, but I'm the perfect philanthropist who has no internal biases against poor people and know the ins and outs of how to handle crime alley! I may even teach Jason something! Any good that ever happens to Jason is because of my interference , he should be forever grateful for having a brother like me and also forever guilty for beating me up one timeee, let's ignore the fact I fought back just as much and was conically still standing by the end. Jason should feel sooo guilty for existing in my presence that he feels obligated to cater to my emotional needs like a parent even though he's only three years older..I'll even guilt trip jason into taking care of Bruce's emotional needs because he's soooo sad and repressed his emotions! Even though Bruce and I never had a day in our lives where our needs were unable to be met and we never had a lack of support systems and jason spent spent his who childhood taking care of adults who should have been taking care of him. But I'm just so small and frail! I need taking care of and Bruce neglects me for that evil 9 year old, look at these brittle thin bones I'm so unhealthy and don't know how to take care of myself I need jason to do it even though I'm medically fit enough to be a vigilante and had enough support growing up to have access to good medical care and consistent nutrition. Oh, but i just don't know how to care for myself. I'm such a genius, but i can't figure out basic math like getting no sleep, and relying on coffee will lead to burnouts. I just want to keep going because I'm so loyal and noble. I can't waste a moment of time to save people! :))) look at all of these cutesy quirks I have no character development needed in fact all of my perceived character "flaws" are positive flaws or flaws that only negatively affect my uwu sad boy self rather than other characters or the plot!

[aquaquadrant]

Title: poor language

Warnings: Shipping (Ethubs, past Impdubs, kissing), session 4 spoilers, references to past seasons

~*~

“You know, Impulse came with me to kill the dragon.”

Bdubs says it casually as he slides off his horse. They’ve officially ended the session, but a few players are still hanging around, catching up on the session’s chaotic events before heading back to their respective worlds. So naturally, he had to stop by Etho’s place to gloat some more about his legendary accomplishment.

Etho, doing some last minute work on his chicken farm, doesn’t look over at Bdubs’s arrival. “Oh, yeah?”

(‘You know, our old thing- if things come down to it, we don’t betray each other.’)

“Yeah.” Bdubs ties his horse to one of the fence posts of Etho’s sheep pen. “Yes, he did, he- it was me, him, and Pearl first before those other- those sneak- snipers, freaking kill-stealers came in after, of course. But Impulse, he- you know, he couldn’t actually kill anything this session so he was just helpin’ out, shooting th- the uh… end crystals… moral support…”

Etho nods, his back still turned to Bdubs. “Good, good.”

“Yes…” Bdubs clears his throat. He puts as much admiration into his voice as humanly possible. “He did amazing.”

(‘Guess what? Impulse and I are in love.’)

“I’m sure he did,” Etho replies, his tone perfectly, infuriatingly neutral.

Irritation flickers through Bdubs. He pauses for a second, working his jaw. “Eeugh- you know it was my task, right?” he presses. “I ha- my hard task, most impossible task in’a world, kill the ender dragon in the life series…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Finally, Etho climbs out of the chicken hole, dusting his hands off. “I- I kinda figured, ‘cause you know, you were pushing real hard for it…”

“Uh huh.” Scowling, Bdubs puts his hands on his hips. “Well- thanks a lot, then, for the help!”

(‘You could’ve went for me, and you chose not to.’)

Etho’s grinning behind his mask. “What, you expect me to fight a dragon just to help you out?” he asks teasingly.

(‘You clearly don’t know how Etho works.’)

Bdubs’s voice dies in his throat. He swallows, glancing alway. “No,” he lies. “No, I don’t…”

“Gotta play smart in these games, you know?” Etho puts his hands in his pockets, walking over. “Going to the end, uh, it just doesn’t make logical sense. Like, especially if it’s not even my task.”

(‘Etho, I feel like if this whole thing falls apart, alliances and stuff- it’ll still be you and me. We’ll still stick together.’)

“Right,” Bdubs murmurs sullenly. He folds his arms. “Right, right, right, of course.”

Etho comes to a stop in front of him. “So like, why else would I go?”

“Why else, right…” Bdubs echoes. His chest feels tight all of a sudden.

(‘He’s a survivor, that’s all he does.’)

Etho sighs. “What- what’re you doing, Bdubs? Why are you here?”

Bdubs’s heart jolts. “Uh- jeeze, can’t I just stop by to chat?” he demands, throwing his arms up. “Goodness sakes!”

Etho tilts his head. “Well yeah, sure, but you’re always here,” he points out. “Like, since day one you’ve just been finding reasons to come over here…”

(‘Where’s your boyfriend, Bdubs?’)

Bdubs feels his face heat up. “Oh, would you- maybe I come over to see Cleo, did- did you think of that?”

“Cleo’s not here right now,” Etho says evenly.

“Ah hah…” Bdubs rubs the back of his neck. “Well, that’s- yes, yes, okay, you’re right. So what?”

“So, if you wanna be around me so bad, why didn’t you team with me at the start?” Etho asks, taking a step forward. “Why’d you go join up with the Mounders?”

(‘The first thing I wanted to do was… well, yes, of course! Of course, team up with you, yes.’)

“Uh…” Bdubs takes a step back. “I mean, I didn’t- things happen, you know, organically, and- and I didn’t really… I had to build a- a house, upside-down house, other people started buildin’ around me while you- you ran off into the middle’a nowhere!”

(‘Etho has no loyalty to you. He’s just immediately teamed up with the next guy that’s come along.’)

“I think we both know why.” Etho starts walking forward again, forcing Bdubs to take equivalent steps back. “We’ve known each other a long time, Bdubs. We’ve got other worlds outside of these games, where we can spend time together without all the uh, the manipulation and deception and killing.”

Bdubs’s back suddenly hits a tree- he has nowhere else to go. His heartbeat pounds in his ears. “Uh, yeah? And…?”

Etho shrugs, looming over Bdubs. “But that’s just part of the game. So like, we can make all the promises we want, but uh, we both know that sometimes… things don’t end well. So maybe it’s better to keep our distance this time. That way it’ll hurt less, when it happens, and we won’t ruin what we have outside of the game.”

(‘I have a strong feeling we’re not gonna be friends at the end of this.’)

“So that’s it?” Bdubs challenges, indignation rising inside him. “Just- just avoid me, so you don’t feel bad if you turn ‘round and stab me in the back, huh?”

(‘You know I would never kill you, Bdubs.’)

Etho’s eyes flash. “You wanna know why I didn’t go to the end for you, Bdubs?” He leans in. “Cause I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Bdubs breathes incredulously, staring back up at Etho. “You know what I think? I think you’re just scared. Not of the dragon, sure enough, but of what it’d mean t’go fight it for me.”

(‘I gave him the courage! He was scared.’)

Etho’s expression betrays nothing. “You think so, huh?”

“Yeah!” Bdubs puffs out his chest, a fierce grin spreading across his face. “Impulse didn’t care, as a matter of fact he was happy to do it!”

(‘Now, is this a happy marriage?’)

“Yeah?” Etho’s voice is dangerously soft, almost playful. “Then why aren’t you at his base right now?”

Bdubs deflates again. He should’ve known better than to try and make Etho feel threatened by his history with Impulse. They both know their connection goes deeper than that, than a single season of bound hearts and souls.

(‘Um… I want Etho.’)

“Okay, okay,” he says sheepishly, face burning, “you got me. In fact, I think Impulse- he was already planning on goin’ before I was, not even to help me out specifically.” He shakes his head. “Sheesh! I was just- is it too much to ask for a- a little attention?”

(‘Why can’t you be normal about Etho?’)

Etho hums noncommittally. He braces a forearm against the tree above Bdubs’s head, leaning in so their faces are mere inches apart. “You’ve got my attention now.”

Despite the tension, Bdubs huffs a laugh. “So much for- for keepin’ your distance, huh?” he jokes, reaching a hand up to tug Etho’s mask down.

This time, he can see Etho smile. “Well, we’re not technically playing the game right now. Session’s over.”

“Good point,” Bdubs chuckles, tilting his head up to meet Etho’s lips.

He knows this doesn’t come easy to Etho. He doesn’t have the same boldness as Bdubs when it comes to love, doesn’t throw his entire self into it with reckless abandon. He’s more cautious than that- always has been. He shelters his heart behind his aloof nature, his uninvested ‘easy-going’ attitude, and he wraps his words up in clever metaphors and the guise of amusement- lest anything he say be taken seriously as a weapon to wound him. So words aren’t always enough to convey what he really feels.

But they don’t need words for this.

Bdubs is well-versed in the dialect of Etho’s hands, the way they grip his waist to pull him closer. He’s memorized the divots that Etho’s scar has left in his lips, the way it feels against his own. He knows the slant of Etho’s jaw beneath his fingertips, the way his head tilts and shoulders bow to accommodate their difference in height. Every movement, every touch, every breath between them is part of their own unspoken language, communicating everything Etho’s left unsaid in his own unique way- and Bdubs remembers why he never should’ve doubted.

(‘He loves me. He cares. He does.’)

~*~

[kanerallels]

Rotating a new set of OCs and am deeply tempted to take a page out of @misscrazyfangirl321's book and do a little ask game so I can write about them

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Monomon the teacher backstory headcanon~

I've expanded quite a bit on Monomon's backstory recently and wanted to share what I have so far!

To explain Monomon's past I will first have to expand a bit on the relations between Hallownest and Unn's territory in the west. (I won't go into all the details; it's a long story XD)

~

After having established their kingdom, building up their city and expanding into the fungal waste the pale rulers began negotiating with the people of Greenpath (which at this time included what would eventually become queen's garden and fog canyon.) For expansion into the west.

While the mosskin opposed the king and queen's propositions for as long as they were able, one small branch of creatures, also creations of Unn, (who we have taken to calling the flower-kin for simplicity sake)

The species of which Isma belongs~

Felt that Unn had abandoned them and willingly joined Hallownest.

These acid resistant people lived in the area of land that would become the fog canyon.

We have an elaborate history involving a third branch of greenpath people called the Thornkin, (legend goes that they were born of Unn's awoken wrath after the Queen of Hallownest claimed half her territory) there was a battle between these two groups and as a result of the conflict the Thornkin were all killed or driven into hiding and the flowerkin people faced a massive loss.

(Also the thorns that grow all over the queens garden are a result of the thornkin's attempt to take back the land.)

Most all the surviving flowerkin moved into the Capitol city, (the great knight Isma is a descendant of these survivors.)

One particular survivor eventually caught the attention of the king himself.

After moving into the city, Madam Mosma soon established herself as a successful historian and bioscientist.

She had personally overseen several historic and scientific breakthroughs and was soon appointed onto the King's council and worked directly underneath him.

While working for the king she grew in skill, and gained his complete trust and respect.

The king had her pass on her knowledge to help the kingdom to advance, and for that she was titled the teacher of the Hallownest.

After years of service, the king finally bestowed upon her an especially important gift and corresponding position.

He granted her immortality, and with that, the responsibility of collecting and persevering all the kingdom's knowledge in the newly constructed kingdom's archives.

The archives were hidden away in the, largley overgrown, territory that had belonged to her people.

Her birthplace.

After having been given this grand position the ambitious teacher, believing she could reach the level of the Gods, started on her greatest ever scientific expansion.

The creation of the Oomas Uomas and the fog canyon.

Madam Mosma created a whole new environment and species, that were completely devoted to her.

As stated before in a past hc post, the king, upon discovering her attempts to achieve the title of God-hood

punished his once trusted servant.

He needed to set an example but still valued her greatly, so he chose not to take away her immortality or position,

Rather he took away her true form.

Mosma was transformed by the king, and her name was changed to Monomon.

Monomon the teacher, over time, adjusted to this new body, and remained loyal to her ruler. She continued to serve him (with the assistance of her own creations) for a hundred years or so before the infection took over the kingdom and she sacrificed herself as a dreamer.

Tldr: The teacher was a creation of Unn (same species as Isma) named Mosma, who joined Hallownest, became a reknown scholar and advisor of the king,

Was given immortality and the position of keeping the kingdom's knowledge.

She created the fog canyon and her own devoted lifeforms as an act of hubris.

Was then punished by having her true form taken from her,

And that's how she became Monomon!

Some doodles and notes i threw together while going over this hc!

[stitchwraith-stingers]

in honor of the new year heres all the hazel-centric fics i could find bcuz its a desert out there u should definatly read them btw

link 1 - link 2 - link 3 - link 4 - link 5 - link 6

[404-art-found]

Hi it's come to my attention that not everyone who likes Buddy has read the fic series that spawned it? If I had a nickel every time I saw someone who either hasn't read the fic series or didn't know there was a fic series about it, I'd have 3 nickels, which is too many nickels

This is its origin story! How it met its crew! Trials and tribulations! It's 26k words worth of Buddy stories! So if you like Buddy please make sure you read the fic series that has its story and heart in it. please. please. pl

Also I've written other Lethal Company fanfic and do plan to write more so. Reminder I have an AO3 and I Write Things

[nellasbookplanet]

This is so funny I was watching this video on the topic of reylo fanfic-turned-traditionally-published-novels (it's a good video, watch it for a frank yet non-judgemental take on the topic) and in curiosity dug out this fanlore list of fics-turned-novels and found multiple novels on it that I've read, enjoyed (one in the last couple of months!) and fully didn't catch the fanfic roots of.

Really highlights the silliness of people who proudly proclaim their unerring ability to pinpoint whether a story started out as fic or not (and then proceed to point out various books completely unrelated to fandom simply because the author has written fic before, such as the locked tomb series or red white and royal blue), or who loudly state the assumed poor quality of said books despite themselves having read non of them.

[wanderingmind867]

Honestly, Octavian feels relatable. In his own way, he's really relatable. The implication from hazel that he has no friends that he didn't bribe into being his friend… that hurts. I don't know if it's nearly as depressing as me (a person who's turning 20 in February with no friends besides my dad), but it's probably pretty close.

Also, Octavian clearly has hyperfixations on roman history and on prophecies and auguries. He's clearly passionate about what he does, he took the earliest opportunity when percy meets him to begin discussing his famous namesake, the great Gaius Octavius, Augustus Caesar. He's just relatable. Way Moreso than Luke was. I can actually see elements of myself in Octavian, the same way I can see elements of myself in characters like Leo, Tyson, Piper, Nico, Grover, etc.

Speaking of roman history, Augustus Caesar lived to be an old man. Octavian dies when he's like 18 or 19, max. If that isn't irony of the worst sort, i don't know what is. Poor Octavian deserved better and Luke deserved worse. If Luke at least got redemption in death, Octavian should've gotten the same treatment.