#taken from ao3

[storiesfromhalcyontale]

Epilogue 2: A sense of Normality

I woke up in my bed, the past couple of months have been somewhat normal I guess. Asriel went into therapy after what happened with Crooler, I guess the image of him stabbing Lagravis still hurts him. Me on the other hand, well I’ve been gradually reintegrating myself back into my normal life. Today was actually my first day back at school, which made me feel all kinds of emotions. I wondered if anybody asked where I was. I looked at my phone deciding to message Asriel.

6:50am Sho: What time will you be in? Asriel: I’ll be in by Period 2 at least. Sho: Alrighty :D. Asriel: I guess I’ll be seeing you Period 2 then Sho. Sho: I’ll make sure to tell Akemi this. Asriel: Thanks Sho. Sho: You're welcome Asriel :].

I stretched and jumped out of bed, putting on my usual clothes, my headphones and a beanie. I grabbed the satchel Laval had given me and grabbed the equipment I needed for the day. I looked at the lion emblem on it and smiled as the gold shined in the radiant sun. I wondered what Laval and Cragger were getting up to in Chima, it made me somewhat happy to know that they had each other. I rushed downstairs and toasted some bread while I hummed. I looked around and saw Grillby making coffee.

"Morning Sho." Grillby said with a smile.

"Morning Grillby." I replied, waiting for my toast to be well…toasted "I'm guessing you're at work today?"

"Yeah.." Grillby sighed, drinking his coffee in delight, "It's going to be a long day."

"Is it?" I grinned, "Well when my school begins job placements maybe I can come work for ya."

"Thanks Sho.." Grillby replied with contempt, "But you're still 16, you can't really bartend and cater drinks can you?"

"Well not really but I can learn." I sighed, looking down at the floor with guilt. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Laval and Cragger." Grillby sighed, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Sho like we've talked about, me and sans understand why you didn't tell us."

"But I still feel bad, man…" I replied, "If I just told you maybe me and Asriel wouldn't have ended up in Chima… I dunno if I can ever forgive myself for what happened there..” Grillby looked at me then hugged me.

"Sho none of that was your fault. You were trying your best." I hugged Grillby back, soon pulling away once my toast popped out of the toaster. I put it on a plate and swabbed chocolate across the bread, sitting on the counter to eat it. There was a long silence, one that I didn't like.

"grillby's right kid." I looked at the archway and saw sans standing there. He had a caring look in his eyes, "Even if you made some mistakes, you took every opportunity to try to help them. even when you were in chima, you took every chance to get yourself and asriel home." Sans jumped up onto the counter and put a hand on my shoulder "that kid is much more noble. honestly, i'm proud of you." I smiled.

"Thanks sans. I really needed to hear that." I finished my toast and jumped off the counter, washing up my dish. I grabbed my satchel and headed for the door, "Well cya in a bit." I shut the door behind me and took a breath in, I put my headphones on and put on Could have been me by the struts. Today was gonna be a great day, I thought to myself as I hummed the melody of the song. No matter what happens.

<- Epilogue 1

This epilogue is the shortest thing I've written I think. But I don't really wanna talk about the chapter, I mean it's just feel good and that's it. Nah, I wanna talk about the fic as a whole. This fic actually means alot to me, I mean it's not everyday someone meets their best friend through something they've written do they? This person literally inspires me and it's amazing how me randomly coming up with an idea in an English Lesson and randomly checking my emails to see that they liked it meant alot at the time actually. Still does today to be honest.

Now that SFAR is fully posted I can actually get to writing new content for this account. Which will be exciting!!!!

#Sho Sato #Asriel #Akemi Ritsuko #gaster #grillby #sans #Halcyontale #legends of chima #crossover #taken from ao3 #chima laval #chima cragger #laval the lion #cragger the crocodile #cragger x laval

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

when you mentioned in your tags that there was hardly any laughingstock i didn't believe you at first, but holy shit ur right. YOU AND @krasytoonz MADE ME INTO A LAUGHINGSTOCK BELIEVER. I WILL PAY TRIBUTE TO THESE SKRUNGLY FUCKERS SOON, MARK MY WORDS *shakes fist into the void*

no yeah Seriously though its just us out here, fighting for our lives in the fucking Trenches. in ten years someone is gonna use the word 'laughingstock' casually in conversation and im gonna have War Flashbacks

#no please get out while you still can #once you let them in all the way They Will Not Fucking Leave they are There Forever #the inside of my brain is just me huddled in a corner while they make out in the middle of my skull #BUT YEAH THERES BARELY ANYTHING #trust me whenever krasytoonz posts them i am instantly there to ravenously devour the crumbs like a rabid pigeon #they are my only outside source of barnaby/howdy #them and the side plot in Stamps by Indigopoptart on ao3 #oh the side plot my beloved.... im still starving but sometimes they trick me into feeling like im Feasting.... #and that one tidbit in Beautiful Boy Its Only Love by ImaginatorOf Things - also on ao3 ofc #and thats IT thats ALL I HAVE. all We have #shoving my entire fist into my mouth and biting it off while sobbing. screaming. etc. #oh the pain and joy of rarepairs... its been a while since ive been so taken with one... #who knows? with the power of friendship and this gun i found maybe one day it wont just be viewed as a crackship by the masses #rambles from the bog #gotta be honest. krasytoonz also converted me all the way #like i was tenuous about it at first... #it was just a Thought yk yk #i was like 'oh thats cute but like. as a side thing. a background thing. they dont have much going for them' #i think that was because i had nothing to enjoy outside of my own brain #i liked the very rare very jokey crumbs from a couple of clownsuu's posts #but it wasnt enough to make me go Theyre Mine Now #then i stumbled upon krasytoonz and one scrolling session later! i was fully hooked! just like that! #laughingstock went from a nebulous interest to a Permanent Fixture In My Braincase! #but yeah uhhhhh glad i could contribute to passing on the Illness #if you ever get free i will envy you #and to future me: if youre free i envy you as well. but i also pity you bc theyre so so good theyre so cute whats wrong with you- #i hate them & i love them & theyre nothing & theyre everything & they wont leave & ive locked the door

[centroverted]

Okay but confused bi buck who thinks the feelings he suddenly has are about tommy, and so he goes on a date with him only to run into eddie, and afterwards starts to realize that the feelings hes been having arent for tommy but are actually for eddie

#this would actually be such a good plot #taken straight from ao3 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc

[nari-writes]

Blogging (and other dangerous activities likely to get you adopted by the Batman)

Inspired by Latchkey by goldkirk

Tim wakes up to Batman in his room.

It- well, it's not fair to say it's a surprise, but seeing the looming figure in his window does make his heart seize. Even after the time Tim's spent watching him with the Robins, it's still nerve-wracking to have Gotham's nightmare show up. Especially since Batman does little to dissuade the notion that he's here on genial business.

Maybe Bruce has figured out he knows and is going to silence him. Maybe this isn't actually Batman, but Man-bat, and Tim's about to be twelve-year-old bat jerky. Maybe-

His parents are home this week though, so if he really wanted he could probably scream and get himself some thinking time; but as he takes a breath to decide what to do, Batman puts a gloved hand over his mouth.

And, ugh. It smells kinda gross. Like leather and motorcycle fumes. Probably the right Batman, but also. Super gross? Why does he smell so bad? When did he last rinse his gloves?

“You've been blogging.” Batman says, which isn't a question but is a very unhelpful non-sequitur.

“Mmrnhm?” Tim says, largely unintelligible but not entirely intending words.

What the shit. Batman's only here because of the blog?

Also, unfair. He'd had to jump through so many hoops to spoof his IP and make his own VPN and switch which library he posted from, and Batman still found him? This sucks.

“Don't scream,” Batman says, and Tim nods. Batman pulls his hand away slowly, potentially having expected Tim to lie, but Tim's not stupid. Batman doesn't have to do this nicely, even if he is a kid, and Tim also knows that if he did scream, Batman would either a) be prepared and gag him again or b) vanish, and then Tim would be in trouble with his parents. Either option sucks, so he'd rather opt for the one that lets him keep taking in the details of Batman's suit. It's hard in the dark, but still way easier than through his camera.

“It could've been my parents,” Tim says, when it seems Batman's waiting for him to answer his earlier not-question. Batman hums, and Tim wiggles back so he's against the headboard. “Yeah, I figured you'd already researched their flight times. Have to try though, right?”

“The blog. Why?”

“It's-” he starts, because there's so many reasons and he doesn't actually know which one Batman wants. Or, actually, would like the least? Probably 'I wanted to see you in action' would land with the grace of a sleep-deprived Jason Todd, but 'I was lonely' may be worse. 'I didn't expect it to blow up?' may be okay, but in the end he hesitantly settles with: “I just think that- seeing you, being- human? Or, showing you have humanity- was important.”

“Did you ever think that I wouldn't want that?” Batman asks, and Tim shifts awkwardly.

“I mean. Yes? But also, the way people- talk about you and the Robins. It sucks.”

Batman's mouth looks very displeased.

“It just, it shows that you're human!”

“How do you know?” Batman asks, and he actually kinda sounds like Bruce Wayne now, like this is a joke he's used before, and Tim thinks through what he'd been about to say very quickly and shuts his mouth with a snap. Ow. Now his teeth hurt.

Batman, on the other hand, does something to his cowl that makes him look like he's very slowly raising his eyebrow. Is it weird to think he looks tense, looks more threatening now, even though he'd literally just been looming with the promise of violence? Tim swallows hard.

“I don't?” he offers, his voice breaking, and he literally doesn't think he's ever been more humiliated by puberty. “I mean, I don't! Know you're human, that is. You could definitely be an alien if you wanted. Or a spirit of revenge, or-” Tim flops backward on his bed and pulls his blanket over his head. “I shouldn't be so bad at this,” he mumbles, and doesn't think about he's definitely going to die because Batman's suspicious and Tim's an idiot when he's tired.

Batman is damningly silent, but when Tim finally, hesitantly, peeks his eyes out from the hem of his blanket, the Dark Knight is still standing in his room. Actually, he's half-hunched over Tim's desk, looking at the corkboard of Tim's photos and reminders. He reaches out, and Tim's heart thuds. “Oh, please don't!” he says instinctively when Batman grazes Tim's camera. Batman stops and tilts his head over his shoulder to look, and Tim swallows down the anxiety clogging his throat. “Please don't take my camera. I can get another one but I- that one was-”

“Stop taking photos of us.” Batman says, short and to the point.

“Stop posting them to the blog?” Tim offers, and this makes Batman turn around properly, looking at him head-on again. He's judging Tim, now, and Tim wonders what part of him will be found wanting. In Batman's eyes is Tim's wealth a precursor to change or stagnation? Does he think Tim should be doing more with his life? Or does he simply expect that this is a rich kid's hobby, no sentimentality involved? Bruce Wayne took his billions and made himself a hero and Tim knows he can't do the same, considering his parents are in charge of the Drake fortune, but there's probably a million other things he could be doing that don't involve stalking superheroes.

“You're a child,” Batman says slowly, and his voice has lost the harder overture that's affected his speech so far. “When Batman is out, it is late, and dark, and dangerous. You are a child and shouldn't be anywhere near-”

“I don't go close!” Tim protests, “I'm not stupid!”

“There are always people in Gotham. What does it matter if you're not in the area of the most danger when you're still in danger?”

“I'm not stupid,” Tim protests with a hiss that contains more vitriol than it really should, considering his conversation partner, but he can't help it. “If you never saw me how'd you think anyone else could?”

“How do you know I never saw you?” Batman asks, like a challenge, and Tim scoffs.

“Come on, you think I don't know that if you saw me out there, you'd have me thrown in the back of the Batmobile and at the closest precinct before I could blink? Jason almost-” Tim freezes, then quickly blurts, “-before he took your tires, and got adopted by Bruce Wayne, Jason tried to do the same thing whenever he saw me. I know what I look like, to people in Crime Alley.”

Shoot, shoot, shoot, this is actively a terrible lie; Batman only needs to ask Jason when he met Tim and the whole thing would be blown. And, also, name-dropping a specific kid, like Batman would remember who stole his tires? The connection is tenuous at best and damning at worst.

“You've been taking photographs of us since you were eight?” Batman asks, sounding horrified, and Tim winces internally. Please forgive me, Robin, he whispers in the back of his mind, and then says with all the glib disdain he can muster:

“Well, you let Robin go out when he was barely older than me. It's the same thing.”

He has never seen Batman do a full-body wince before. He's not entirely sure he could get Batman to do it again, and wonders if he should add it to his board of accomplishments. He’d have to encode it if he did, even if the board’s mostly for his own reference, but imagining it pinned up next to his photography awards is making him feel a bit hysterical. Then again, that could also be the fact that Batman is still in his room and Tim is lying.

“He was not eight-”

“I just think that unless the same orders get applied to him I think you're being a bit of a hypocrite. He’s actively in more danger than I am, considering he ends up in grabbing range of Rouges and I don’t.”

“I will be telling your parents,” Batman growls, and this time Tim smirks.

“Yeah? And how do you think that's going to go for you?” Tim can almost exactly imagine it: there's no way his parents will believe Batman, because it's crazy and they'd be freaking out over Batman in their house, and if he does it as Bruce Wayne it'd be a crazy coincidence for Tim Drake, known genius, to have access to. If Tim hadn't already solved their identities, that connection alone would probably tip him off.

Well, maybe Batman wouldn't think about the potential implications - academic strengths don't always translate to detective-solving skills, and it's just Batman's misfortune that in Tim's case it's a little bit the other way around. Detective skills that he's carefully and stubbornly honed have led him to a dogged dedication to his studies.

“Robin is a trained professional,” Batman says, and Tim volleys back with,

“Yeah and I'm not doing the same thing he is at all, so my standards can be different.”

“Tim Drake,” Batman says, this time actively growling his name, and Tim doesn’t know if he should cackle or wince. For one thing, he’s pretty sure Batman has lost this verbal volley, which is why he’s pulling out the doom and darkness voice.

On the other, this is the voice he uses on men triple Tim’s size and with twice the bravery (and crazy), and having the full force of it directed at him makes his stomach drop. He clutches his blankets, fabric pulled tight, and tries to pretend his hands aren’t shaking.

“The blog is being removed - do not start it again. I will not see you on Gotham’s streets again during my patrol.”

The lens of his mask are so narrow that the white is barely visible. He holds Tim’s gaze, like he’s imparting the orders, like he’s checking to see Tim’s fear will keep him obedient, and then nods slowly. The cape swishes behind him as he puts Tim’s camera back on the desk, and then he’s leaving. Leaving, and Tim’s secrets are safe and he is unharmed and undeterred.

“You won’t,” Tim whispers as Batman slips out his window and into the dark.

#tim drake #bruce wayne #tim drake & bruce wayne #tim drake sticks his foot in his mouth and gets adopted #which is absolutely the name of the series i shall add this to on ao3 because I have 6 of these ideas of tim just. #being dumb 😂 and adoptable snickers #nari is writing #batfam #dc #dc fanfic #robin #tim drake wayne #batman #batfam fanfic #batfam fandom #anyway: latchkey was like. ah yes a blog! tim runs it and batman can't figure out who takes the photos! #and i enjoyed the fic. but unfortunately. i disagree that batman could not figure it out sjsknf #tim talks a lot of tech but batman actually finds out bc he figures out Where the pictures were taken from #sniper sight style baby!!!!! #why go hard school when you can go old school?

[strslv-4sh]

Jon and Dami, did you guys know that cows need Friends? You two can make Bat-cow be Friends with the Kent's cow

-🐞

Bat-cow and Cow-El are the best friends in the whole word

#I don't remember if any of Kent's cows appeared in the comics #So I “created” Cow-El #The name was taken from an Ao3 fanfic where Bat-cow and Cow-El really are friends #I don't remember the name though #dc comics #damian wayne #jon kent #jondami #ask game

[lunacornfan2k24]

Reginald: So your real name is Junikiewicz?

Juniper: Yep

Reginald: That’s kind of hard to pronounce. Maybe you should change it to an easier name to pronounce…like Crane😉

Juniper: 😡Well maybe you should—yeah😅

#junipers last name was taken from the spy and the liar: the movie fanfic from ao3 #which is decidedly NOT a junicrane fic #but I would still reccomend it 😉 #source: TikTok of Paul Mescal from Chicken Shop Date #tumblr didn’t let me add the link to the TikTok #ieytd #i expect you to die #john juniper #ieytd2 #ieytd fandom #john juniper x Reginald crane #reginald crane #the handler

[marragurl]

Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most confront in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr gallagher #hsr sunday #galladay #idk what I’m doing anymore #they’ve kinda taken over my mind #shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go “’this wasn’t supposed to happen’ as they���re making out #that’s the exact vibes I’m feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship #of course we don’t run away from angst in this ship #everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene #let’s see what happens in 2.2 #I NEED ANSWERS #ALSO MISHA #I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHA’S KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO #idk wtf is going on there #but until 2.2 explains #Gallagher is misha’s weird drunk uncle/dad figure #it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way #oof new writing idea #next time #I need to work on tagging #this is just another post all on its own

[spacedace]

Low key anticipating news to break that a pissed off bunch of fanfic readers/writers have found the physical locations of the people responsible for the attack on Ao3, stormed the places where they are and have begun tearing them apart with their bare hands like the Maenads of ancient myth.

#ao3 attack #ao3 #like for real #ao3 is a sacred site to the many fandoms #and without fanfic to act as an escape from reality a lot of folks are gonna have a lot of energy to burn hunting down the perpetrators #like i genuinely would not be surprised to find out that these guys were finally taken down by a group of pissed off fans #there's been weirder shit that's happened over the past few years

[jackshiccup]

partner has been reading hijack fics on my behalf for the past month and a half and has now declared snow-crested shrines as a favorite and the horror when he realized that that was the only fic the author has written

#mind u she’s not even taking recs from me #ive only given him otnwas as a starter #(which is MY hijack bible btw) #but hes taken it upon himself to find his own hijack bible by going thru every page in ao3 djdbdjejshhshs #oh man its just the funniest thing ever #shes also way more picky than me #jackshiccup text #sry im always talking abt the loml it Will happen again …..

[sylphwing]

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

#sylph.txt #everyone likes to joke abt how much of an epic divorce man chilchuck is #but i dont think he ever even refers to her as his ex-wife. i could b wrong bc it's been a while since i read it tho #idk a lot of his arc is him learning to b more open w others (which is essentially what ended his relationship) #and u can see how much he's grown in the chapter where senshi goes into his past #to me it would b a lot sweeter for him to take on these lessons and go back to her and make things work #it's been 4 years but he's remained loyal to her depite their issues. idk to me it rlly does feel like he still loves her he's just a fool #it's made p clear that he's a coward and that he's quick to run away so actually committing to her would b a nice way to wrap things up #we don't get to see much of his wife so i get y ppl r quick to put him w the only other man in the party #but like senshi knows abt his wife too like i do not think he's gnna b making any moves here bc he has morals lmao #(*only other older man in the party. laios doesn't qualify for old man yaoi to most chilshi likers) #(even tho chilchuck isn't old either but shh they don't care abt that) #when it comes to senshi the changeling chapter def helped him w understanding how old the rest of the party is #but he clearly still views them as significantly younger than him #i don't think he views chil as a child anymore but for the majority of their time together he did #and so going from that to in a relationship is uhh rlly weird to me! #senshi has always taken a sort of parental role upon himself #w him romance is no where as interesting as the platonic bonds he has w the rest of the party #similar to how romance is entirely unimportant to izutsumi in the succubus chapter #idk i def don't hate the pairing and there r some takes on it that i find funny #but for me i just don't see anything between them i think ppl just want an m/m ship to play with #that ao3 gap is only gnna get bigger lmao

[storiesfromhalcyontale]

Epilogue 1: Date night!

It’s been a couple of months now since me and Cragger had found ourselves in that realm. I hadn’t really thought about it honestly, all my duties as a king have really been keeping me occupied as of lately. Today was my first day off in weeks so I decided to finally go on that Date with Cragger. I told him a couple of weeks back that today would be my next day off so that’s when we can have our official first date.

I found myself pacing about my room, indecisive on what I was going to wear for tonight. I really didn’t know what I was going to do, this was my first date in a year and frankly I was panicking. I wanted it to be perfect, I just wanted everything to be perfect. No king duties, no issues, just me and Cragger. I turned around and saw Eris standing there patiently waiting.

“AH- Oh hey Eris.” I waved at her and went back to pacing around the room.

“Laval are you alright?” She asked concerned, looking over the possible outfits I had picked out for myself. “You told me to come over yesterday and you still haven’t told me why.”

“You’ve been on dates before right?” I asked her, looking at her with a serious stare.

“Yeah with Rogon like loads” Eris giggled to herself before continuing “But I don’t get why-” Her eyes widened as it clicked in her head. “LAVAL YOUR-”

“Dating again?” I laughed, I gave her an embarrassed smile“Yes I am. Now which outfit do I wear?” I held up one of the options, which is the outfit I normally wore but with some light blues and a red cape “Would this do?”

“Laval I-” Eris looked at me with an expression of kind-of shocked but kind-of not surprised “This is sudden. Whose this person might I ask?” I looked at her stunned, I didn’t expect her to ask this. Me and Cragger expected she would catch on and discussed telling her loads, we both agreed we’d tell her at some point but we didn’t know when. I sat down on my bed and sighed.

“You promise not to tell anyone?” I asked, “Not many people know.”

“Laval, you have my word.” She responded and took a seat next to me. “I won’t say a word to anyone. Not even to Cragger.” I sighed.

“That’s the funny thing” I laughed a little bit, “He’s actually my boyfriend now, He’s the guy I’m dating.” The words came out more confident than when I was coming out to Lavertus. Although that could’ve been due to the situation and or my friendship with Eris was more sibling-like. There was an awkward silence for a little bit before Eris gasped.

“Whoa.” She muttered, giving a sort-of ‘yeah I kind of guessed’ look, “How long have you loved him?”

“I…” I thought for a moment, I didn’t have an exact answer. “Well, I think it changed after what happened the day I found the crocodile beast and Crunket. We were having this short moment together before you and everyone else arrived, I don’t know why but in that moment I just felt… different about Cragger and I didn’t know why.” I stopped for a moment to think some more, “After me and Li’Ella agreed to break up and stay friends. I just felt a lot happier when I was with him.”

“When did you realise you loved Cragger?” Eris asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“It was actually shortly before we were taken to that other realm.” I replied, “We were just speedor racing and I was thinking that I just wanted to spend rest of my life with him.” I smiled, getting all flustered in the process.

“Who else knows about it?” Eris asked cautiously, I understood the amount of questions. Her best friend just told her that he’s dating someone who she thought was their best friend.

“Well I told Lavertus a couple of months ago.” I sighed, “And I told Sho and Asriel first. But since they aren’t here now I guess it’s just Lavertus and you that know.” Eris looked at me, I could tell she had one million questions in her head. But instead of asking them she just chuckled to herself.

“Well.” Eris smiled and proceeded to stand up, looking over the clothes I had picked out “Do you want me to help you then?”

“Yes!!” I shouted in relief “Thank you Eris! Thank you!” I hugged her, however I soon let go and looked over my options.

Later I soon found myself in an outfit that I overall liked that had a blue-ish cape and cyan tunic, however my nerves were getting to me. I had found myself sitting on my bed worrying, Eris was sitting next to me.

“I don’t know Eris, what if he doesn’t like it?” I asked her, worried.

“Don’t worry Laval, he's going to love it!” She reassured me, making final adjustments to the outfit and polishing my golden chestplate. “I guarantee you he’ll not think any less of you, even if he doesn’t like the outfit.” I smiled.

“Thanks bird-brain, that means a lot.”

“Your welcome furboy. Anything for my best friend.” She responded. I stood up and put my mane into a ponytail with the hair-tie that Sho said I could keep. I looked in my mirror taking a deep breath-in.

“I’m ready.” I muttered, taking one good look at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t the same lion I was before going to that realm, but to be honest. I was happier this way, I had an amazing boyfriend. And with my dad making a steady recovery and the nurses feeling confident that he’ll wake up soon, I feel the time where I can spend more time with Cragger is fast approaching!

“You alright Laval?” Eris asked me.

“Yeah. Yeah I am.” I responded, stretching my arms. I left my room with Eris following behind me. I soon ran into Lavertus who noticed the clothing choice I was wearing.

“So what’s the special occasion?” He asked, “Are you going out on a date or something?”

“Exactly that!” I responded with a grin, I walked past Lavertus who shouted “Good luck!” as I hopped onto my speedor and raced off. Me and Eris continued talking until I reached close to forever rock.

“Well, good luck with your date Laval.” Eris waved me goodbye as she flew away. I waved at her before parking my speedor and hopping off. I looked around wondering where Cragger was. I stood by the rock and waited, just thinking to myself and what we had planned for the date. Soon, Cragger appeared and he was wearing some sort of formal crocodile armour. I could feel my cheeks turning red as I looked at him.

“You look amazing!” We both said about each other's outfits, we both roared with laughter.

“I like what you did with the cape,” Cragger commented, examining the cape with curiosity. “It feels very…what’s the word…you?” I laughed at Cragger’s confusion of words.

“Thanks Cragger,” I responded with a smile. “I had to get some help from Eris on my outfit though. She also knows about us by the way” I looked down at the floor, “Sorry for telling her.”

“It’s fine Laval honestly.” Cragger grabbed my hand and I became flustered again, “She would’ve caught on sooner or later. Plus like I said a couple of months back before you came out to Lavertus, I don’t care what people think seeing us together.” I smiled at him, the genuine care in his voice was cute. “So what do we do on a date?”

“Hm..” I thought for a moment, “I actually don’t know. This isn’t exactly the fanciest first date area. Plus this is completely different to the dates me and Li’ella went on.” I could tell Cragger was thinking for a moment.

“Well, why don’t we do what we normally do?” Cragger responded, “Why don’t we play-fight?”

“Oh you're on!” I jumped back and soon me and Cragger were play-fighting at forever rock. Cragger’s moves were somewhat easy to dodge however they were much more improved upon since the last time we did this. However I came out victorious, and Cragger was on the floor. “Ahaha! I win mudlover!”

“Think again furboy!” Cragger jokingly shouted, tripping me up with his tail. I found myself laughing with Cragger joining in.

“How about we call it a tie then?” I asked while still laughing.

“Agreed.” Cragger responded, we both stared up at the sky. Smiling as we did so, I shuffled myself closer to Cragger and we both laid there cuddling for a while. It just felt nice to hangout with each other.

“Not much has changed has it?” I asked Cragger, looking at him.

“Hm?” Cragger took a second to register what I had just said, “Yeah I think I have to agree. We’ve just done what we’ve always done.”

“Yeah, but there’s now a lot more romance stuff.” I said with a smirk.

“Romance stuff?” Cragger looked at me confused.

“Yeah like this.” I pecked Cragger on the lips and when I pulled away we both became all flustered, both of us going red.

“Ohhh so that type of stuff?” Cragger jokingly asked.

“Yeah.” I responded with a smirk, we both moved and laid by the rock with all the points on them. I rested my head on Cragger’s shoulder and hummed, “Would you like to kiss more often?”

“Yeah.” Cragger responded. We both looked at eachother, then we both kissed again. Similar to what we did a couple of months back in my room but now sitting on the floor at one of my favourite places in all of Chima. Once both of us had pulled away we just looked at eachother then began giggling, I felt safe. I felt reassured. I felt in-love. All because of this goofy mudlover. I looked up at the sky as the sun was setting and we both sat there watching it set.

“Hey Cragger.” I muttered, “Want to have a sleepover at the lion temple tonight?” I saw his mouth grin from ear to ear. Well one side to another in this case.

“Of-course Laval!” He shouted, jumping up at the prospect. We both raced to our speedorz back to the lion temple and parked them just outside the temple. By the time we got back to the temple it was late with only guards out at this time, me and cragger walked past the lions and snuck up to my room. I smiled at Cragger as we both climbed into my bed and began cuddling. The rhythmic beating of his heart filled my ears as I rested my head on his chest we also 

occasionally traded kisses on each other’s cheeks. I could feel myself gradually fall asleep as I murmured the words “I love you Cragger.”

“I love you too Laval.” We both fell asleep, I felt confident that he’d always be by my side. No matter what happens, he’ll be there for me for all my ups and downs.

<-Previous Chapter

Epilogue 2->

What I basically did for the epilogues was split them up into an Halcyontale side and a LOC side. I decided to do the LOC side first since I had an acc idea for what I wanted to do for it, so this is just Laval going on a date with Cragger (+Eris popping off with the third wheel role). It's just a sweet sweet epilogue which makes up for how short the second one is.

#Halcyontale #legends of chima #crossover #taken from ao3 #chima laval #chima cragger #laval the lion #cragger the crocodile #cragger x laval #Lagravis #Lavertus #Eris #Worriz #Razar #Bladvic #Gorzan #Crooler #Li'ella #Crominus #Crunket

[youchangedmedestiel]

I got the idea of this ficlet from this pic, which is from the show but some work has been done to put them closer and this is really great. If you want to read what came to me as I saw the pic, you can find that on my AO3, or here it is:

They are standing too close like they usually do, but this time Dean doesn't say anything about personal space. He just stays there and that makes Cas look at him even more attentively.

Dean doesn't step back and he stares at Cas's eyes like he has done it a million times already except this time there is something different. Cas can tell, it seems like he can sense determination. That's not the first time he saw it in Dean's eyes but this close it is.

His breath should be steady with this kind of determination but it is brushing Cas's face and what he can say is that it's the opposite of steady. It's hitching. Cas squints his eyes and tilts his head like this is going to give him an answer. It doesn't, but it makes Dean's eyes glancing a little down before going back up and Dean leans slightly closer.

Then, his breath stops, which makes Cas look concerned but it's quickly erased when he decides to close the gap between them.

Only one part of their body is touching and it's already too much, that both have to close their eyes as their lips crash together.

It's just a light stroke of lips against his, but somehow Cas feels Dean frowning and his reflex is to cradle his jaw, his thumb stroking the cheek soothingly. And instantly, he feels Dean softening against his lips and hand.

That's when he decides to pull away, removing his hand too, giving Dean time to catch the breath he'd been holding since the kiss began, but neither of them steps back too far. Dean doesn't look at Cas's eyes anymore, his gaze is lowered and Cas's heart clenches in his chest thinking that Dean might regret what just happened.

"What'd you do this?" Dean asks, still looking down.

"I'm sorry, Dean - I thought this is what you wanted when you leaned closer." Cas explains, and is ready to step further back but is stopped by Dean's hand grabbing his arm just above his elbow.

"I'm not - this wasn't -" Dean stutters and takes a break, swallowing hardly, struggling to say what he really wants to. "Why'd you stop kissing me?" He asks, finally meeting Cas's surprised eyes, then adds, "Why'd you stop touching me?" Then all he sees is Cas's slight smile before his lips crash his again with a bigger intensity than the first time, with more touch. Cas's left hand cradles his jaw, moving up to tangle his fingers with Dean's hair while the other is grabbing his shoulder to pull him even closer. All Dean can do his to hold onto Cas for dear life.

#destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #ficlet #kiss #too close to step back #is the title on ao3 #I know which scene it's from #spn 9x10 #Road Trip #crowley would loudly clear his throat to get their attention #and would probably make a comment #which one I don't know but if you have ideas I want to read them #imagine this place being where they first kiss #and then being the place where cas is taken by the empty #the aaaaaaangst #sorry about that #i hurt myself too #my destiel fanfic

[baconcolacan]

I freaking love red and blues small interactions with AK (KC)

It's just so cute how they try so hard to me normal and even let their guard down with AK

Yup lmao. Red and Blue getting sucked into the Stay universe forces them to have to leave their angsting back at home.

Right now, where they are, they can pretend not to have any baggage, for the sake of a little kid who loved them both in another, better, life.

#asks #anonymous #Two Kings ao3 #ew stay au #The Conference Table #Red and Blue are doomed by the narrative #so they’re awkward and dont know how to act when they’re taken away from that narrative #and into one where they actually had a chance for a better life

[undermine-the-instinct]

If you guys want a distraction from jjk manga and the atrocity gege pulled I do have a Tianami fic on a03 sitting pretty at a 18.8k words and still updating

#i admit the story has gotten away from me #but its so much fun #jjk spoiler #jjk spoilers #jjk manga #jjk manga spoiler #jjk manga spoilers #tiana x nanami #tianami #crack ship #taken too seriously #ao3 #my stuff #my writing #general

[khaotunq]

"i don't know this fandom but i read this because i like your writing"

i am ON tHE FloOR.

#honestly. i'm going to swear eternal fealty to you. #+ i got comments telling me i'm funny so i'm also swearing myself to them forever #i am occasionally utterly baffled that people still find my tw fics #which is fine and i'm glad people enjoy them but i do not recommend them #(that sounds flippant. i'm genuinely very happy people still find joy in them) #but this in particular. someone coming over from my tw fic to the moonlight chicken one #absolutely floored me. i am unable to quite express the depths of my floored-ness #yes it's taken me like 14 hours to peel myself off me3 to go reply to fic comments #because i've opened ao3 properly for the first time in forever i'm considering posting gaipas pov of that same fic #but i also don't know if anyone will read it #but i also also don't know that i post things for any other reason than. i wanna. #i've had it written for ages i've just been swithering for 84 years #anyway. #so it is decreed

[bakedbakermom]

Wattpad's New AI-Review System and "The Purge"

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What's Happening?

The past week or so, there have been reports of user's stories getting shadow-banned (delisted from rankings) and sometimes even removed. This is due to Wattpad's recent deployment of an AI-powered tool used by their support team. (Source) The tool is designed to aid Wattpad in flagging guideline-breaking content with manual reviews of the stories flagged. When a story gets flagged, it is "shadow-banned" (i.e. removed from rankings and searches) until it's been reviewed by staff.

If your story has been removed, you can contact Wattpad Support to appeal the decision.

Also important: Wattpad's "age of consent" rule has been updated. Previously, it followed the Canadian federal law of sixteen (16) years or older. On April 15th, 2024, the guidelines will be updated to reflect the new age of consent requirements of 18+.

That means for content including sexual acts between characters, both characters must be eighteen (18) or older. More tame acts (i.e. kissing, holding hands) between underage (16+ years old) characters is still fine and sex can be alluded to, but may not be described. Please review the News and Updates channel for the full text.

What Is The "Wattpad Purge"?

The "Wattpad Purge" is one of the terms given to Wattpad's recent surge in removing stories.

As mentioned above, the AI tool flags the content for manual review by a human. This simply means that it's the same process as before, just faster. Most likely, users will continue to encounter the same roadblocks they have before - little to no information about why their story was removed, no notification of removal, etc.

If what they said is true, the AI has no connection to the removal of content beyond flagging it.

Is this only targeting LGBT+-related content?

At the moment, this is only a rumor. There are a few reports of non-LGBT+ stories being shadow-banned. However, plenty of authors have reported their LGBT+ stories have been affected. I, personally, have had my LGBT+-related content shadow-banned, though I've noticed my favorite author's are not (albeit, they are popular stories).

What can I do?

Realistically? Not much. Wattpad's support team are notoriously slow and often times actually unhelpful. You can contact Wattpad Support and ask about your works being shadow-banned, but nothing is guaranteed.

But, what you can do - and this is unanimously recommended by old-timers like me - is, please for the love of God, BACK UP YOUR STORIES! It is the most important thing for you to do for any kind of projects, not just writing. Back it up! Save it on a flash drive, the cloud, on an external hard drive, CD, tape, whatever you have! Heck, write it down in a notebook if you have to!

Write it off Wattpad, copy and paste it to there later. (Related: u/Anna__V's "PSA: Don't Write on Wattpad") There are a variety of programs you can use! Microsoft Office (Word online is free), Google Docs, Apple's Pages app, LibreOffice, etc. Someone was even advertising a program they were working on (Sonovel), and it cloud saves! For more recommendations, please check the Writing Resources document.

Forget it, I'm leaving Wattpad!

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#post taken from the wattpad subreddit #can we please organically blaze this bc last time i paid it turned into a nightmare #psa #wattpad #the wattpad purge #fanfic community #ao3 #pass it on