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bluerosefox · 7 days

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Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #Danny and Dick are siblings #Danny is a space engineer #he worked hard and now gets to be in space #dick grayson #Dick’s parents couldn’t care for Danny because of money and the fact he was tiny #they wanted him but couldn’t keep him #his paperwork got a tiny bit lost and damaged before it got digital #so there isn’t much for either brothers to find each other #Dick did look but found next to nothing about where his brother went #Danny still had the original papers but the papers got damaged bad and his last name is a little lost #he knows it’s Gray something #small what if in this AU but what if he married Val and took her last name #and later finds his old papers and is teased he was always meant to be a Gray some way #BUT he doesn’t have to married in this #just a tiny what if #BUT he has changed his last name to Gray after a bad fall out with he Fenton’s #it wasn’t even because of him being a half ghost or even because of Vlad #nope it was because he didn’t want to be ghost hunter

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nekojaf · 9 months

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We love Eclipse in this house.

Gas Station Eclipse @nekojaf (me heh)

Space Eclipse @socksandbuttons

Rocker Eclipse @zarigi

The Scarf Twins Eclipse @yukiphobia24

Lost Past Eclipse @tiredmaskkara

A Shattered Place Eclipse @jadenskyfare

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bunnyspine · 8 months

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Something about the nightstuck au just gets me

Cause like. He's alone. He's alone and it's dark. His friends are just sleeping, he knows they're just sleeping, but god it looks like they're dead. He's surrounded by his friends who'd be lifeless if they weren't breathing (do puppets breathe?) with no guarantee that this'll ever end and.

He's alone and it's dark. He's alone and it's quiet. And he must be so sad.

you summed it up real nice! I really like the idea of this extremely lively and colorful set of welcome home being turned into the complete opposite in the course of one night. It reminds me of those liminal spaces which I find very fascinating! Glad this is what I could get across with my rather limited experience of storytelling ^^'

thank you thank you <3

#welcome home #welcome home au #wh nightstuck au #limited spaces or lost places? i want it all

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riacte · 5 months

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Space Opera AU dashboard simulator

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Anyone else think that Red King racer is a little... y'know... fruity?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

He literally says "ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, get in line" so I think that answers your question.

🥧 syrupstars Follow

What about the "#Ally4Life 🏳️‍🌈" on his Twilight handle?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

I genuinely have no idea. Maybe he thinks it's about him being an ally to cishet people

#idk ren's just like that sometimes #void knows what he's doing #also prev tags you do not want to get into the black hole of who ren has dated #he has rumours with 3/4 of the grid #edit: WHO MENTIONED BAD BOY TEENAGE REN IN MY NOTES #the shippers are here... oh no #edit 2: not ren at the club.

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oh my voiddd ofc That Duo got p1 again... i need them to dnf in the race. i hope they crash and burn and die and i need crastle to get podium for ONCE. i am so mad. i am calling for the goddess tsuki to curse them. dnf dnf crash burn DIE

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the goddess tsuki LITERALLY protects racers and that's why they pray to her? you think the goddess tsuki, creator of lumians, will curse an actual lumian? be so fucking fr

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if you dont have anything productive to say get off my post. freak

#those blue bats stannies are SO ANNOYING THEY ARE EVERYWHERE #they're overshadowing all the other teams #cant even be a bitchy hater in peace #salt #negativity #hateposting

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OMG FALSE IS SO PRETTY SHES MY QUEEN OF HEARTS OMG OMGOMGOGM 💖💖💖💖💖💖 i tihnk im gonna pass out. HER HAIR FLYING IN THE WIND AND HER RED FRECKLES AND HER SMILE WHY IS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST and Ren is hot I guess he's tall like a ferris wheel

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Looking at posts from five years ago is funny like how did I ever believe I was straight

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OP, I think I recognise your url... did you write that viral Bad Boy Ren x QoH fic on Launchpad?

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💀 Shut the fuck up right NOWWW!!

#STOP MENTIONING THAT FIC I WFOTE WHEN I WAS THIRTEEEN!!! #everything before my gay awakening is not canon. sorry #tbh... as much as a nightmare it was i kinda miss that stupid fic #it was from a simpler time #now im in university trying to contact my groupmates and i think one of them got lost in a blackhole last tuesday (again) #sigh. this keeps on happening to me #my cousin worked on one of the moons last summer for two weeks and came back like he'd aged six months #my friend's ex got sucked into a black hole and was briefly spaghettified but they managed to revive her and she gloats that she's finally taller than my friend's ex #whoops sorry for dumping in the notes #anyways. bad boy rk x good girl queen of hearts. awful idea. even more awful fic. yet i wrote it #i regret everything and nothing

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🗣️ peace-and-planets-deactivated63891092

PSA: Sunblr user @/summerheavens writes RPF of the Exterra 1 racers. She is a big name fan in the Miraculous Laserbug fandom so I thought you all would like to know. This is gross and disgusting behaviour and I implore you to stop.

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umm @/peace-and-planets i literally saw your kudos on my fic. the evidence is out there. girl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament. what are you doing on my roseduo rpf titled "hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine (we're not trying)".

but i'm glad you liked it enough to give it a kudos ^_^ will certainly be putting more on the starchive!

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LMFAOOOO OP DEACTIVATEDDDDD 😭😭😭 sunblr user got killed by a rpf author. if you're gonna secretly read rpf maybe not leave a kudos?????

🚀 exterrablrheritage

Exterra 1 Heritage Post

⚡ littlewoodbabygirl69

It's been ten years since this post... @/summerheavens are you okay after recent developments

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am i okay? is ANYONE okay??? in these trying times??????? with the most chaotic gp to ever exist?????? i am PULLING OUT WIPS i dropped out of respect ten years ago. i've got to send my kid to daycare but once i'm done you bet you're seeing me on the starchive. miss swift even dropped her 20th album just in time for me to use lyrics as titles. i am LIVING and i am THRIVING

#ohhhhhhhhhh #let's go #also can't believe taylor finally addressed the vehicle manslaughter rumours from like twenty years ago #how fitting #also littlewood needs to get his shit together #why does he look like he's the one who hasn't seen his man in 32738102371 years and got his soul shattered #he's weak and won't survive the winter

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WHAT is wrong with that lykos. i desire him carnally

🌳 treebark

@/handoftheking

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I mean... yeah. Let's face it, we're all like that 🤷

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MR LITTLEWOOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

#WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM #I HATE HIM SO MUCH #PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS CAN ALSO BE ABOUT HATE #THIS GLOWSTICK MF IS MY WORST ENEMY #he just canonised treebark for the sixth time #also prev tags so real #need to slingshot him into a faraway galaxy

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Who put that Just a Dream FalseRen AMV on my dash again

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Respect your roots!! That 125M views Just a Dream AMV raised a generation. Every kid in my school played it on loop on their ipods during recess

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wait op can you explain your url

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No 👍

#i think we should get the dogwarts freighter pregnant

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#long post #space opera au #queenofstarz03 my beloved space internet npc #idk..... i lost my mind making this #was fun tho #girl help im stuck at the devils sacrament. im building the devil's sacrament #treebark #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #just in case #dashboard simulator #unreality

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turtleblogatlast · 11 months

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I know it’s not the case but I have a fun time thinking about the idea that Mikey’s portals are specifically time based.

And, in turn, I like to read the Prison Dimension being essentially locked away in the fabric of time, existing just a half second out of reality’s flow. The only way in or out is to align the times up again so their “timelines” thread together.

Or chain together, considering Mikey’s signature weapon.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #rise mikey #in contrast I love reading Leo’s portals as specifically space based #tidepod duo more like space and timepod duo #listen looking at Mikey’s chains to be somewhat equivalent to those that go along with clocks is fun #like how Leo’s abilities specifically come across as galactic looking #I’m just saying…potential au where they get lost in space AND time together #true tidepod scenario of impossible bs they make it through anyway

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fangirlingpuggle · 2 years

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Ok so more thoughts on the eldritch Ancients and eldritch Danny AU (Link to post here)

None of the ghosts really knowing that the ancients are eldritch gods, they all stay in their sealed/ghost forms in the infinite realms because overwise everyone would go crazy, ghosts are the ones they can have most interaction with because they’re the closest living being already dead that can be nearer them without any negative effects.

Though even my ghost standards their still myths or legends or not fully believed to be real.

(The observants not being eldritch gods but very powerful beings…. Still if they wanted to the ancients could end them no problem but that would mean reworking the entire universe and order and a few realms would probably collapse onto themselves so they’ll leave them be…. For now… besides CW likes fucking with them)

So eldritch things about Danny he starts developing fangs, claws glowy eyes but not quickly it’s slow and everyone writes it off as normal ghost stuff. His big power climb is also one like his powers developing so fast and developing so many at such a fast rate everyone just writes it off as just a ‘halfa’ thing or a ‘ghost’ thing or well Danny’s just very powerful. (The whole Dan and Danny ghostly wail thing how Danny was able to do a technique that took Dan years and years to attain/figure out is cause Dan was just half ghost he wasn’t Danny; Danny hadn’t started fully changing in that timeline before everyone died and he merged with Vlad’s ghost half in that timeline whereas Danny still had that potential and in fact the fight with Dan actually made him reach for powers and sort of kick started it)

Also, Danny stops aging (Like Vlad aged normally even with the half ghost thing but Danny’s just stopped or it’s slowed down to the aging of an immortal eldritch god) no-one totally notices but eventually they will, so CW and the others haven’t told him let and are letting him enjoy the time he can as a ‘human’ because once people realise and the changes start…. Well, there no going back (Also it’ll take him a long time to get his powers/form under control when they show like centuries and centuries to get hold on it)

When his powers start actually showing Danny still doesn’t realise, it all feels natural and slightly more comfortable. (All I can imagine is Wes trying to catch Danny transform and running in to see him transform but… well Danny’s a bit more eldritch in the transformation and it leaves Wes fettle position on the floor silently screaming… Danny is just confused no idea what’s going on, he just steeps over Wes and decides he may call CW later)

Also just the GIW trying to catch Danny or another ghost chasing him into the ghost zone and run into nearly full eldritch form Clockwork and just totally going insane, Danny not seeing the big difference (to him it just seems normal and hey CW changes ages at times why’s another form so weird?)

Danny being like a space ancient (Yeah sorry bringing space core in) him creating an air of frost and cold around him like the cold of space, spatial teleportation tearing rips in reality accidentally (He sneezed once and there was just a gap in space for a moment then disappeared) Dash saw it and just turned around and went home for the day because ‘WTFWTFWTFWTF’ Danny also being able to control constellations and stars and accidently created changes.... NASA freaking the fuck out because WHAT IS HAPPENING??? CW thinks it’s adorable (and may remind him of when he first started using his time powers…luckily no one remembers how much chaos he accidently caused)

Also dark ages addition – Pariah and CW maybe having a psychic connection or CW pausing time when Pariah comes out of the sarcophagus (Again not so much an imprisonment as a Pariah calm the fuck out before you destroy more realms that’s take ages to fix just go take a breather for a millennium or so) CW of course telling Pariah all about Danny the other being very exited but deciding to test Danny or more accurately they got a bet (Pariah doing the whole invasion thing and fight and if Danny can’t beat him then CW rewinds time and Danny comes back to the GZ now because

Pariah: he’s a baby CW we can’t leave him there? What if those humans hurt him!

CW:Dear I love you but Daniel’s power if he was ever truly in danger he has more odds of destroying their world then being destroyed himself

Pariah: Yeah but still

Danny does win so Pariah reluctantly admits to let Danny stay as a ‘human’ til he can’t anymore. He is so fucking proud of the kid and has decided when Danny comes back full time he’ll be coming back to he’s calm he won’t try and destroy the infinite realms again he promises

#dp #danny phantom #dp au #au #fic prompt #danny fenton #ancients being eldritch gods #eldritch #eldritch danny #pariah dark x clockwork #clockwork #pariah dark #dad clockwork #dp dark ages #dark ages #space obsession danny #dp lost time #lost time

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qxurugosk · 24 days

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Saga of The Lost:

In Her Final Moments

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(TW: Minor Blood)

“I.. I'm..” Clutch. Topaz clutched her chest, feeling it squeeze and tighten with every breath she took. Her breath was.. shaky, gasping for any air left. It was desperate. “I'm not sure if I can do this..” Tears had already created a stream down her cheeks, dampening the tufts of her fur as her nose picked up the scent of ash, debris, and blood. Her once shining, earthly gold hues now dull like mere dirt, staring at the figure ahead of her;

Standing at a frightening height, they were clad in a crimson cloak that was freshly made and rid of any gunk. A white, shiny mask that obscured their face, and protruding horns from the head with loose bangs hanging off.

..You.

She felt tense. She felt.. unsure. Was this really a wise decision?

Topaz swallowed, exhaling with desperate gasps again. She could feel her heart tighten with every beat. “I don't.. I don't— I can't. I can't.”

“Are you scared?”

She weakly nods in response, her head lowering down as her eyes look below her. “I'm sorry.. it's just.. I don't know what I'm doing.” Staring at her hands, they were shaky and rattling uncontrollably. “Am I.. doing the right thing?” There was blood staining the glass.

“This perception of yours.. it must be excused. For now. Though I suppose.. once the Day of Judgement arrives, I trust that they will judge your actions accordingly.”

They stepped closer, barely making a sound as they advance forward.

“Fret not. I will keep you safe.”

Her weary, tear-filled eyes slowly look up, staring up at the smile etched on the mask of the figure. “I'm so sorry..”

They reach a hand out, cupping her chin with a soft murmur exiting the mouth opening.

“One day, you will be resurrected. You will come alive once again.. but for now?”

SHING!

Blood slowly dripped from her mouth. The blue liquid pouring out.

“They will not suspect a thing.”

“Rest well.”

A butterfly exits Topaz's mouth, heavily soaked in HER blood.

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(New series! Saga of The Lost will be containing short stories revolving Topaz.)

(As always, the Space Riders Au belongs to @onyxonline )

#space riders au #topaz space riders au #topaz #lore #saga of the lost

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saturnaous · 17 days

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I never stop thinking about them.

SEND ME ART REQUESTS BOY

#yeah this is basically an art dump #just a bunch of miscellaneous doodles #that last one is from when I first made the au. I do like. basically doodle sheets. if you understand #there's a bunch of other stuff that I marked out that's why there's a bunch of empty space at the top #if you recognize the individual things from it. no you don't.#god for some reason I think I'm fucking ALLERGIC to using reference. of like any kind #the only one I used anyreference for was the. snowball one which was a pose #also btw I'm trying to break out of a bit of art block teehee #anyways.#spenxer lou art #lou is an artist #fma au #I need to make an actual tag for this au but I'll do it later. when I pin down a name #I really like tongued alchemist. . . it's funny #roleswap au #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #alphonse elric #edward elric #traditional art #writhes around on the floor #I have a short comic idea for Ed. because I like making them talk about their feelings sometimes #but Idk if I wanna do it rn. . .we'll see #it's been on my mind #AUUAGHHUHUH Also I lost. my favorite mechanical pencil at a waffle house #I'm so fucking sad about it #I'm going to the craft store tomorrow tho so. fingers crossed #I think. I can stop now. falls to the floor and rolls away like a log

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eskawrites · 2 months

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i sat down to write and, well, i, um. tenlark.

It takes Moss a while to speak with them again.

There are the initial conversations, of course. The way she sobbed out apologies as Tenar took her into her arms and hugged her fiercely. The confessions that came from a bed in the ward as healers and mages took turns examining her, making sure both her body and her mind would remain free of infection.

But then there was silence. Her entire being muted as she trudged through the castle halls with them, going through the motions, the now-routine agenda that followed a war. Check in with the staff at the ward. Rebuild the cobbled streets and castle walls that were torn down in the attack. Organize aid to the outer villages, open halls to house and feed the citizens whose livelihoods became collateral damage. Meetings and orders and days upon days spent lending a helping hand.

Except people shied away from Moss’s help. Most wouldn’t even approach her unless she was standing beside the rest of them. So she stood silently in the background, head bowed, helping Lark and Tenar and Arren and Ged so they could help the others. And at the end of each day, she slinks off alone, shoulders hunched as she drifts off into the shadows of the castle.

But the last time Lark left her alone for too long, she’d been taken from them. So she follows Moss, pesters her with her near-constant presence and her weak attempts at lightening the mood. It doesn’t matter. Moss knows why she lingers, and so she lets her stay. They still don’t speak, but they spend the long hours of the night lying on blankets they’ve piled in front of the hearth. Lark listens to Moss’s breathing and watches the glow of the fire dance across the ceiling, pretending like she’s looking up at a canopy of leaves and a starry sky, as if everything was that simple again.

Ged is stressed.

It’s not unusual for him. He deals with nerves by burying himself in the library, foregoing sleep and food and drink in favor of research. So when the mages start to whisper of him staying at his desk for days on end, no one is particularly surprised.

What’s surprising is the anger.

“I’m not angry,” he says when Lark gives him a questioning look after he slams a tome onto the table they’ve been sitting at.

“Call it what you want, Ged, but that,” she gestures to his face—the furrow in his brow, the shadows beneath his eyes, the clench of his jaw that looks so out of place on him, “is not the look of a kid who is at peace.”

“I’m not a kid,” he snaps.

“Right. And definitely not angry, either.”

“You don’t get to patronize me, Lark. After everything else, don’t sit there and act like I have no right to be—and definitely don’t act like I’m some dumb kid who doesn’t—just don’t, okay?”

Lark bites her cheek, hard. Ged isn’t looking at her. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away, giving her a moment to swallow the heated retort that springs to mind first. She breathes instead.

Ged isn’t angry. He gets it from Arren, she knows, but even Arren has his moods.

Maybe Ged is simply overdue.

“You’re not a kid anymore,” she says. She aims for gentle, but exhaustion seeps into her tone instead. It’s better than something mean, at least. “And you’ve never been a dumb kid. We both know that.”

“No, I’m not. But all of you act like—like I’m just here to do everything, to handle everything. Like I can just help save the day and move on like none of it happened!”

She frowns. “No one expects that, Ged.”

“Don’t you? Because you—and after everything, you all just keep—I saw you die, Lark, do you realize that? I watched you get thrown from that tower, and I thought you were dead.”

“That was years ago—”

“And this time—Tenar, she just—you weren’t there when she was fighting Vecna. None of you were, I had to protect her, and she just kept putting herself in danger, willingly—”

“Ged—”

“She was trying to destroy herself!” He spins around, finally facing her. “Do you even know what that felt like? She would have killed herself to stop him, and I had to sit there and let her while also trying to keep her alive! And I didn’t know if you and Arren had found Moss, and I didn’t know if we could get her back even if you found her, and I didn’t know if we would win or what would happen if I did let Tenar die and—and—”

He cuts off in a sob as Lark pulls him close. She hugs him tight, keeping him upright as he trembles against her.

“I’m tired, Lark,” Arren whispers late one night, sitting out on the balcony of his room and staring up at the sky.

Me too, she doesn’t say. She sighs and scoots closer, offering her shoulder for him to slump against. He does, like she knew he would. She lifts her hand and runs her fingers through his hair.

“We’re getting through it,” she says. “It’s hard, and it hurts, but we’ll make it.”

“Since when did you become the optimist?” His voice shakes, and she wraps her arms fully around him, squeezing him gently and letting him know it’s okay to let go, with her.

But she doesn’t answer his question. She’s not, really. It’s just that…someone has to be.

“Lark.”

Lark sits up a little taller at the sound of Tenar’s voice. Even in the dark, even calling so gently, all the edge softened by the shadows cast by the lanterns lighting the armory, it compels her to attention. But when she turns, Tenar’s expression is just as soft, bidding her to relax again.

“Your Highness,” Lark says anyway. Tenar’s smile turns wry.

“Don’t do that,” she says as she crosses the room. She comes up behind Lark, placing her hands on her shoulders and peering over her head at the arrows scattered across the table. “You give our fletcher a run for his money.”

Lark snorts. “Hardly. My shoddy, self-taught work is only passable at the best of times.”

Tenar reaches around her and picks one of the arrows up. She twists it between her fingers, inspecting the fletching. It’s uniform enough—Lark can admit that much; she’s never made an arrow that won’t fly true—but it’s far from pretty work.

“I’d say it’s impressive, given that you haven’t slept in a day and a half.”

“Have you hired someone to tail me, Princess?”

Tenar lifts her free hand to Lark’s hair and gives it a gentle tug. Lark huffs, not sure if it’s a sigh or a laugh.

“Sorry,” she says anyway. Tenar hums and shifts her hand to run her fingers gently through Lark’s hair.

“To answer your question, no. It would be a waste of gold—I pay too much attention to you myself.”

It makes her cheeks flush. Years of falling for Tenar, and weeks, now, of being caught by her, and she still doesn’t know what to do with this affection.

Tenar sets the arrow back down and brings her other hand to her hair. Lark closes her eyes and tilts her head back into the touch. The sigh is involuntary, and she would be embarrassed if Tenar’s soft laugh didn’t follow it.

“I have a favor to ask of you,” Tenar whispers.

“Of course.”

“No,” she says gently. “Not of course. Only if it pleases you.”

“Whatever you want of me, I will do it.”

“Oh, I know.”

She feels lips against her hairline, and then Tenar is moving. Lark opens her eyes to see her walking around her chair and hopping up onto the table. She reaches out, and Lark gives her her hand without hesitation.

“You do whatever any of us ask, without hesitation.” Tenar cradles Lark’s hand in hers, running her fingers over her palm. Lark shivers. “You took on the entire kingdom without question, and you hadn’t even realized that’s what I was asking.”

“I gave you an earful when you woke.”

“You did, but it was mostly for show.” Tenar’s smile turns mischievous for just a second before she softens again. “When’s the last time you let yourself rest, Lark?”

Lark feels bare under her gaze. She swallows. “You already know, apparently. A day and a half? Perhaps a little longer?”

Tenar shakes her head. “No. I mean, when is the last time you let one of us carry you?”

She drops her gaze. “I’m dealing with it, the same as everyone else.”

“You don’t have to handle it all.” She rubs her thumb across Lark’s palm, firm and soothing. “You’ve carried so much responsibility this entire time, and we needed it. But you can let it go now.”

“And give it to you?” Lark asks. “You’ve dealt with just as much. Don’t scold me for being stubborn and then do the same thing yourself.”

“Then let me carry it with you,” Tenar says softly. “And carry mine with me. We’re in this together, Lark. We always have been.”

Lark sighs. She slumps forward in her chair. Tenar runs her hand over her hair again.

“Is this the favor?” she asks. Tenar’s nails scratch gently at her scalp.

“No. Not tonight, at least. Tonight, I have a more short-term goal.”

“Oh?” She sits up again to look at her.

“Spend the night with me.”

Lark gives a soft, short laugh. “How is that a favor?”

“Make no mistake, I’m asking for my own benefit here, perhaps even more so than yours. I…I’ve missed you these past few weeks, Lark.” She lets go of Lark’s hand long enough to tuck a piece of hair behind her ears, shy and uncertain in a way Lark forgets still exists, sometimes. “You know, the night before we lost Moss, I…I had been looking for you.”

“Why?” Lark breathes.

“Because…” She smiles down at their hands, the tips of her ears turning pink. “Because of this.”

It shatters her. It steals her breath away. It makes her want to cry, stupidly. Lark leans forward to take Tenar’s hands in her own.

“Tenar…”

“I fear, sometimes, that we can still lose everything. And I fear it more when I’m lying awake and wishing you were there with me.” She looks up again. “So please, Lark, come to bed. Let me feel safer with you there. And let me—” She brings their hands to her lips, kissing Lark’s knuckles, “let me make you feel safe, too.”

Her eyes sting, and she knows Tenar sees it. She swallows hard and says, “I don’t want to burden you.”

“What if I want your burden?”

Lark has no clue what she’s supposed to say to that, so she doesn’t. Tenar doesn’t make her. She just slides off the table, tugging Lark’s hands to pull her up and along.

Lark doesn’t acknowledge the walk through the castle. She doesn’t pay much attention to anything but Tenar as she leads them to her room, and then to her bed, and then under the covers and into her arms. It’s only there, wrapped in the warmth of her embrace, that Lark realizes how cold she was. She shivers, and Tenar holds her tightly, fiercely.

“I worry,” Lark whispers into the dark, even as she brings her arms up to wrap around Tenar. “I worry that it will never be over. That we’ll never truly have peace.”

“I do, too,” Tenar breathes.

“How do you hold on, then? Why do we keep trying when—when—”

“Hey,” she breathes, bringing her hand up to cup Lark’s cheek, cutting her off.

Lark looks at her, feeling loss and fear and despair echo in the meager space between them. But then Tenar leans forward, and it melts away, all of it, at the first brush of their lips. The tightness in her chest loosens, and she lets it spread through her. Lets herself unravel, for a moment, in Tenar’s arms.

“This,” Tenar says when they part. She presses her forehead to Lark’s. “Because of this.”

Lark closes her eyes. She can’t keep the tears back this time—especially not when Tenar brushes them away, kisses her cheeks and her brow and the tip of her nose. But what she can do is hold on. What she can do is nod, even as she cries. What she can do—what she hasn’t been able to do since the night she found Tenar dying on that balcony—is believe, finally, that they’ll be okay.

#tenlark #erathia #i was GONNA write lethal company au #and then i wrote 2k words of post erathia 4 softness #featuring lore that i'm really not sure exists outside me and sweepy's dms lmao #i think my problem is i'm trying to write this intense space survival but in my heart of hearts i just want softness #so shit like this keeps happening #have some tenlark i guess!#i've lost control of my life!

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steelthroat · 3 months

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Rodimus Prime is so fkn Jake Peralta-coded it's unreal.

#transformers #maccadam #steel rambles #shitpost #maccadams #rodimus #rodimus prime #hot rod #I'm in that phase in which I see parallelisms between many characters of shows/things I'm obsessed with #and I'm gonna make it your problem #COOME ON THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON #brooklyn 99 #hey guys lost light×Brooklyn 99 crossover au when?#I should rewatch that show again #atvsome point in my life I could tell you where all the jokes came from #but now my memory says “no #I can only make space for transformers names and continuities

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starculler · 1 month

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strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

#young justice #young justice cartoon #batfam #batman #dick grayson #thoughts and headcanons #the heart wrenching inability to cope with the fact that you've lived a fully realized life #you've loved and lost and loved again in the face of every unending tragedy #until you've forcefully carved out this one little safe haven for yourself #only to be thrust back to the beginning of one of your greatest traumas - esp one you're partly responsible for!#gotta love it #anyway i am and always have been obsessed with dick grayson and no one can stop me #the simulation was fake but some psychic bs means real world elements filtered in #cue several children with weird dream-memories of half-lived experiences and a massive sense of deja-vu #when they wade into the superhero world #all i can picture is the spiderman pointing meme but it's the batkids at dick lol #my favorite idea is that once Dick gets his grubby hands on Jason and Tim it's all over from there #he's pulling late nights and researching and scouring facial recognition databases until he finds his kids #(he blurs the lines a lot when it comes to considering them his siblings vs kids #on the one hand they're not super far apart in age bar Damian #on the other he hasn't been a kid in any meaningful way since he was 14 and he very nearly raised half of them in some way #(plus side to an au is that i can space the ages out more as needed compared to the show haha)#jason and cass are firmly siblings close as they are to his age #steph tim and duke fluctuate depending on how in trouble or injured they are #i will die by dick being damian's dad tho lmao #babs is more platonic life partner than sibling but very firmly family regardless #this is the dick grabs on to any shred of family he can with both hands and drags them in kicking and screaming if he has to au

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