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lovesickeros · 5 months

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can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

#asks #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #yelan #furina #ei #THIS DIDNT SHOW UP IN MY INBOX UNTIL LIKE #NOVEMBERBIM SORRY IM ANSERRING IT SO LATE??????#tumblr working right is a miracle that will never happen #anyway can u tell i have. biases. there r so many characters I wanted to write for this (shenhe.........) but I forced myself to limit it #to 4 for my own sanity and everyones elses #also didnt know if u wanted just yan or sagau so I went for my specialty 🧍‍♂️#was gonna include my beloved cryo archon but decided against it #ei the pathetic lesbian that u r....mwah #I'm sorry this took so long it took me 50 yrs to figure out yelan.. 😭#i am still not confident abt my characterization of her but shes so good at her job even im confused abt her #reading her lore crying and sobbing in the corner. shaking her like a can of soda #checks note idk uhh cocky doesnt let herself form personal relationships charismatic uhhhhhhhh #idk dont ask me i just started praying and hoping for the best here #i think she'd get a kick out of getting reader into like. fudging rolls and shit. create an absolute menace out of reader #set them loose and see what chaos happens #just kicks back and watches it all unfold internally laughing her ass off #i didnt know whether to just do headcanons in uh. bulleted list or like #full on drabbles

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its-kinda-snowy · 1 year

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Their kiss is messy, awkward, not quite sure how to put their mouths together. House gasps into it softly, grabs at Wilson's hair and touches him, like that's all he'll ever be able to do. Their noses bump and he laughs into Wilson's mouth, giddy, grabbing onto him like he's all he can hold onto for the rest of his days. "Okay," Wilson says, out of breath and wild-eyed. "I... That was a good test run. I've got some mixed feelings. What about a confirmation of my suspicions, doctor?" "You need proof for your thesis?" he teases. Before Wilson can answer, he pulls him into another kiss. This one is more confident, eager— their mouths press together in a song and dance that is a little too innocent for two men in their forties. We really are a tiger away from an act in Vegas

scene illustrated from the lovely fic It Will Come Back by Wishb0ne on AO3!

#fanart #house md #hatecrimes md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #this was gonna be more pages but I forgot how much comics kick my ass #ough the fic is now permanently imprinted on my brain #its so soft and comforting but manages to stay true to their characters!?#impossible im gonna need 400 more of these

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chialattea · 26 days

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Nami WIP + some chibi doodles heheeee

#chia draws #one piece #nami one piece #cat burglar nami #Nami #i love women #this piece is kicking my ass tho #like I’m trying to find my style but it’s all #confusing #like what do I want to achieve with my drawings? what do I want to focus on?#in other news I am now cooking as a way to procrastinate #thank you dunmeshi and the bear #I made bread and fresh pasta and carbonara and lemon curd #I love cooking man #idk why but my butter cookies always end up too hard #I’m gonna make some tangerine dishes so I can pretend I’m cooking for Nami #that way I trick myself into self care #anywayyyys #I love Nami so muchhhh #and idk how people have such cute tumblr layouts I don’t really get httml #I’m a STEM girlie but coding? not my forte #lately I’ve been thinking about one piece from a biotech standpoint #like tf do you mean nobody knows what DNA is besides judge and Vegapunk #they know some diseases are congenital but don’t know about DNA #huuuuuhhhh?#anyways I’m writing a fic about an OC funding a science journal in OP #it’s a lot of fun #art wip #unfinished

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sunshinediaz · 1 month

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tease tidbit tuesday 🫧

i have not stopped thinking of eddie thumping his head against the wall when buck and chris were talking about shannon, thank you very much. that felt very much like fanservice specifically for me lmao TIM MINEAR I'M IN YOUR WALLS BROTHER

anyway, have hoa eddie angst <3

He looks at Eddie. “Did you throw that at me?” Eddie shakes his head so hard he sees stars. “No. I swear I didn’t.” He erases the distance between them. “God, let me—” “Don’t touch me,” Buck interrupts him, stepping away swiftly “I don’t want you to touch me.”

tagged by @daffi-990, mwah

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @puppyboybuckley, @devirnis, @wikiangela, @watchyourbuck, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @underwater-ninja-13, @actualalligator, @exhuastedpigeon, @rogerzsteven, @honestlydarkprincess, and @monsterrae1 if any of you wanna share something!

#i'm so early for tag games for once i feel slightly put together and accomplished?#also pls don't be put off by this lil bit of angst smh it's not what u think + it's very much something that would happen to these 2 losers #because that's what they are! losers!#every single one of my wips is kicking my ass and i'm afraid i'm not gonna meet my 3 fics a month quota i set for myself but alas #i will survive? maybe?#tag games

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nine-butterflies · 2 months

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in case anyone wanted to know the current state of my computer

#yes i posted this earlier but i had to edit the photo due to the fact that i forgot about my bookmarks :/#anyway blame mary and george for this one #i PROMISE im gonna finish that sequel I WILL i just need a little break bc its kicking my ass #red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #rwrb fic #rwrb #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #mary and george

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kiwichaeng · 3 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @carlos-in-glasses <3

“You know for a ghost you’re pretty bad at subtlety,” Carlos says without removing his eyes from the laptop screen. It’s the first sign of acknowledgement TK has received from the man since the first day. “Oh so now you acknowledge I’m a ghost?” If TK wants Carlos’ help then he needs to play along and try to ignore the ticking clock as best as he can. Carlos finally looks up and at him before immediately looking beside him instead. “I am also acknowledging your stalking habits.” It’s another thing he’s noticed. Carlos will never look directly at TK, diverting his gaze if he saw TK lurking and now even when speaking to him. TK thinks he understands it but that doesn’t stop him from hating it. He still feels the same for the most part.

No pressure tags under the cut

@liminalmemories21 @orchidscript @lemonlyman-dotcom @paperstorm @strandnreyes @carlos-tk @ladytessa74 @theghostofashton @three-drink-amy @fallout-mars @chicgeekgirl89 @lightningboltreader and open tag <3

#this is actually 10 lines but whatever #Also this week has absolutely been kicking my ass I have not written as much as I would have liked to #sigh. god please let the next one be better #evie's writing #autopsy fic #I should make a banner for these if I'm gonna do this often #used the same tags as before so lmk if you wanna be added or removed

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wrongcaitlyn · 2 months

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so whenever it seems like i'm gonna have a great writing week and finally get ahead of my posting schedule some kind of illness comes and hits me like a truck. but anyway. i've got 2k of the ch 7 of greatest of luxuries written, so here's a little snippet!

After that, it’s a rush of taking orders for food and arguing over who should call the room service. Nico claims that he’s lost his voice when, in reality, calls just make him anxious, and then Cecil and Lou Ellen seem to take any opportunity ever to argue with each other, so it results in Will groaning from where he had flopped down on the bed and getting up to the phone to dial room service and quickly list off their requests. Then, Nico gets serious. “So, I really do trust you guys, but there’s gotta be a few things done first—” “Oh, god,” Cecil mutters, “This is where he turns around and says the popstar gig is just a front for the mafia role.” Nico laughs despite himself. “Nah. I’m just making you sign NDA’s. Sorry, but… not really sorry, actually—” “Shit, no worries!” Lou Ellen immediately gets up from where she had been sitting on the edge of the bed. “Totally get it. Cecil, get up.” Cecil groans in response. “NDA’s? For what?” “That they’re dating, shithead,” Lou Ellen grabs his arm and pulls him up, even though he’s clearly not that upset about it.

#i didnt even realize that so many people would be worried about nico getting outed #well fear not #that is not happening in this fic #to nico #or will #and please did you really think i was gonna make lou ellen not chill with an nda?? she's honestly EXCITED abt it #anyway i am suffering but hopefully a chapter will be out this weekend #strep throat kicked my ass #wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk fic

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revenantghost · 14 days

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Opened Hallowboned today to grab some references and man.... I miss working on that fic ):

#SOON #I SWEAR #I think I'm at least 1/4 done with my reverse bang fic #(PRAY 4 ME LIFE DOESN'T KICK MY ASS TOO HAD)#And then I'm gonna draft the ENTIRE rest of Hallowboned before I keep posting it #So I will not!!!!!!!!!!! Be stopping again!!!!!!!!!!!! UNTIL IT'S DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!#Yadda yadda

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shhh-secret-time · 2 months

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Hi hi lovelies! I'm not dead. I've just been busy! I've picked up guitar recently and I've been really trying to get that down! On top of that the art wave came back so I'm trying to ride that while I can!

Don't worry, I'm still working on your requests! But I need to address something important, I just needed time to put it together properly!

Long post short, a very kind anon pointed out to me that some of you liking my stuff are under 18! My little corner of tumblr has some pretty adult themes tied to it, so I gotta ask you don't interact with my things. I can't stop you from liking it or reading it, but please use common sense. Don't leave replies, and please don't reblog. I'm very happy you like my things, but it makes me really uncomfortable. So please be aware of the MDNI sign, I love you guys, behave!

That being said here's a little doodle of the dickhead that's been writing for you guys! I'll add more to it later but for now I'm tired! Have a wonderful week! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)

Shh, keep it secret. Keep it safe.

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stabbyfoxandrew · 5 months

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uhhhh i'm opening my cosmic lost and found docs for the first time in weeks someone wish me luck pls

#lol last time i worked on this fic it kicked my ass and i almost kms (jk ofc) but it did make me big sad #i couldn't get the next chapter set up right and it was driving me absolutely insane. but i'm gonna take another crack at it now #and i'm gonna try to get chaps ready to go up in like january... hopefully.#diaerie

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nyxyooni · 6 months

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(3) Honey Ties

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hello! i'm back!!! i know its been a little over a year, trust me. out of all the fics that i have not updated this is the one that haunts my nightmares the most. BUT enough of that, im here! this is here!!!!! not only is this an update, but ive also just made up my mind, literally as im typing this out as to what this whole thing is gonna be. and im thinking of a slice-of-life-esque collection of loosely connected chapters with very little plot scattered about.

and! before you continue, this is also my informal invitation for you, my dear and wonderful readers, to make requests for any future updates! i'll make another update as to what im comfortable with writing for this particular story later! so, without further ado, lets go!

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In retrospect, the man kept a decent amount of distance between himself and Bruce, one hand was steadily holding out a flute of champagne while the one next to Bruce clutched the opposite lapel of his suit jacket. Really, he was most likely leaning closer to their father simply to speak clearly to him. His eyes, although hard to see through the glare of the glasses covering them were looking at Bruce's face with respectful interest, an easy smile on his moving lips. There was nothing scummy about the man, nothing threatening—well except maybe for the sheer size of him but then again, his shoulders were slumped, rounded despite their broadness.

"Jason!" Hissing as he reached a hand to the bigger man in front of him, so close to being able to grab him, and lamenting when his hands failed short a mere inch. At least Jason wasn't bulldozing people out of the way, small victories he guessed. "Jason!" Near desperate Dick threw himself at the hulking figure of his younger brother stuttering to a stop just as Jason froze, suddenly becoming a brick wall. "Jason for the love of god, get your issues under control you absolute freak—"

And they were right in front of Bruce and the stranger, except that the stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Mr. Kent?" Straightening in order to stand next to his brother, Dick suddenly felt a little stupid for being even remotely suspicious of Clark Kent, granted he hadn't known it was him, but still, the man couldn't hurt a fly even if he tried.

"Hm? Oh!" Straightening up with a little jolt Clark Kent patted his free hand against his thigh, letting go of the suit to reveal the fact it didn't quite fit properly but he was smiling gently, dimples sinking into his tan cheeks, "hello, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Todd." Nodding at both of them, voice sure and body steady. "I don't mean to be rude or overstep my boundaries, but it is a wonder to see you at one of these events, Mr. Todd."

Huffing, relaxing at long last Jason popped out one of his hips as he crossed his arms, beside him Dick also deflated, taking a nice, slow deep breath and lifting his head to smile at the reporter. "Mr. Kent, you know how we feel about you addressing us like that," Dick would probably say out loud in his next interview, that Clark Kent was his favorite reporter of all time. Something about the man felt incredibly warm.

Laughing, somehow in a way that felt like walking out onto the porch of a country house on a warm summer morning, Clark Kent's smile grew. It dulled the intricate glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. "And if I remember clearly, I said that the only way I would stop was if you would stop calling me as such," peeling away fully from Bruce and the baby, Damian following the movement with a small sway of his body, Clark stood a couple of steps away from their father, "in that regard, I can see the family resemblance..."

It was slow, it was gentle, and somehow, despite being in the middle of a gala, full of old, rich people with money stuffed all the way up their asses, they looked at each other as though they were alone. Dick took a step closer, his body moving on its own.

"I am here to pry. What is a man such as yourself doing here, Mr. Kent?" Jason's voice cut through Dick, it made little baby Damian snap his head over with his mouth open. Only Bruce remained serene, with a gentle smile as he looked at everyone gathered around him, gently bouncing Damian. "Out of all the stuck-up people who just love to talk about themselves, you're here, bothering our father and—"

"Jason..." Bruce's voice wasn't hard, it never was, and never had been, and if Dick were to bet money on it, couldn't be. "Let's not be rude, Mr. Kent and I were just having a nice conversation," in his arms the baby seemed to focus on Clark Kent, body leaning over, to stretch out towards the reporter, hands flailing and mouth moving in words that were not words and could not be heard over all the other noise. "What is it, baby, hm?"

Moving Damian, shifting him so that he held him up in front of his face from somewhere under his shoulders, hands wrapped securely around his body, cradling his ribs. However, Damian leaned over to the side, hands reaching and reaching. Toward Clark Kent.

All four of them stared at the baby, shock clear across their faces, Clark Kent stared blankly until a smile broke out on his face, so very unlike the previous one. Somehow it shined brighter, it made Dick take half a step back and made Jason go rigid. It was obvious, he was whole-heartedly and unabashedly endeared with the little bundle of joy currently trying to claw his way into his arms and out of his father.

Raising a hand, curled weakly, Clark Kent used two of his fingers to pinch the baby's cheeks, he did not take Damian into his arms the way the baby wanted, but he did give him attention. The man stepped closer, hunched down so that he could look into those priceless jewel-green eyes, and smiled. "I don't know, baby, maybe you should stay with your daddy?" It was near deafening, the soft tenor and sway of Clark Kent's voice amidst the maddening constant buzz of the crowd around them. "Who is he gonna hold if I'm the one holding you, hm?" Letting go of the soft supple skin to instead gently rub with the back of his index finger the man smiled again.

Damian whined, high and reedy and short, he wriggled one last time and sighed. As though a wave of sleepiness hit him all at once he settled against Bruce's chest. Blinking slowly and instinctively moving his hand up to his mouth so he could suck on his curled fist.

No one moved, no one made so much as a sound. Even when around them the buzz seemed to be near a delirious height the baby's body relaxed, chest rising and caving slowly and steadily like. Damian had fallen asleep.

Awestruck, Dick reached out to gently poke one of Damian's soft, chubby cheeks as though he couldn't possibly believe what the baby had done. It wasn't that Damian struggled to sleep, at least not when he was comfortable and in a quiet peaceful space, not silent, the baby seemed to love the sound of their father's voice, or the soft chirping of birds, the trickle of water from a stream, the pitter-patter of gentle rain. Never silent, simply calm. The beating of their father's heart as he slipped away into slumber atop his chest.

Damian disliked loud, chaos that held no rhyme not reason, crashes, bangs, or pops, just like any baby. Damian loved the sound of his family, just like any baby.

"Well, would you look at that," gently maneuvering the baby so he was being cradled in his arms, Bruce smiled up at Clark Kent, that utterly wonderful and disarming smile and made his eyes crinkle and his dimples show. "It seems that my baby was all tuckered out, it has been a very exciting day for him," halfway through his sentence, Bruce had instead focused on Damian, speaking down to him in a hushed tone. Leaning down to plant a dry kiss on the baby's forehead. "Does anyone have the time?"

All three of them snapped to attention at finally being addressed, neither Dick nor Jason had their phones on them, Alfred insisting that it was ruining their suits pointlessly so. Still standing beside their father, Clark Kent brought his wrist up in a quick, sharp movement and slid his sleeve down so he could peer down to his watch for about three seconds.

"It seems to be a quarter to eleven," came the man's smooth voice. His glasses had slid down his nose, resting at the very tip. Swiftly he pushed them up with his middle finger in a practiced motion from years that had transformed it to instinct.

"Dad." Jason called out, voice taking that tall-tale brattish tone that had irked Dick to insanity when they were still getting used to being around each other. The shock of having the young man call their father as such settled in right after the irritating bit of nostalgia. "If you still want to hang around and..." trailing off, pointedly looking Clark Kent up and down, he finished with a clear expression of distaste. "Mingle... I'll take Damian up to his room."

Bruce looked from his son to Clark Kent, he wasn't stupid, he knew his children. Knew how to read their moods, how to soothe them, and how to speak to them, Bruce knew when they lied to him and when they kept secrets from him. Like how he knew there was something all of his kids were keeping something from, something big, that no matter how much he wanted to know, no matter how it hurt to not be trusted, would wait for them to tell him. Bruce knew his children, and because he knew his children, he was keenly aware that Jason did not likeClark Kent.

"Oh Jason," stepping forward to his son, not for the first and definitely not for the last time, startled at how the young man was taller than him, "don't worry about that, I'll take him up, get him nice and settled." Cupping the side of his face, Bruce smiled when Jason's shoulder's relaxed, "stay here, make sure nobody tries to steal Dick away, or worse, Tim." Grinning, he dropped his hand, stepping away and towards the way out, "I'm worried that he'll try and bite someone again."

Dick's laughter leaves his chest before he even realized it. Someone had once made the mistake of trying to... cozy up with Tim while the boy was practically falling asleep on his feet, never mind the fact he was still very underage. The outcome had been hilarious. And very satisfying, Bruce had unleashed hell on the degenerate and was banished from any and all future galas that he hosted.

"Mm, I don't know..." Jason rested his chin on the webbing between his index finger and thumb, "it was pretty funny last time... something tells me it'll be pretty funny a second time..."

Huffing fondly, with a roll of his eyes, their father shook his head as he turned around. Maneuvering around people with an amount of tact and ease that made all three men jealous.

"Well... that went great!" Dick turned to Clark Kent with a clap of his hands and a smile on his face. Beside him Jason grumbled, refusing to look at the reporter and instead surveyed the hall, glad that in about an hour or so, everyone would be gone and their home would return to the peaceful atmosphere he had learned to appreciate. "We understand that you and Dad were talking and... we want to apologize for interrupting—"

"I don't."

"—since you two seemed to get along and, while I shouldn't be saying this, Dad doesn't have many friends, so I appreciate that he had you to talk to tonight." Finished Dick, as though he hadn't been interrupted at all.

Clark Kent looked at them both with mirth dancing in his blue eyes, the shade was darker than their father's, it was almost like the blue that inked the ocean, low and mellow, or the rich blue spanning over a field of wheat, reminiscent of serenity. As they gazed at them, however, it matched the blue of kings, the reflection of the lights against his lenses made due for the golden accents. His smirk charming, the curls of his hair that fell just right over his forehead enough to distract from the ill-fitted suit. Flute of champagne half empty in his hands.

"Please! None of that!" He was smiling, dimples deep, he looked younger this way, disarming, Dick narrowed his eyes, careful to safeguard his own smile. "It was entirely my pleasure, not many people can say that they've had the privilege of speaking with Bruce Wayne, to count myself as one of the lucky few, well... it's almost a dream come true." Clark Kent's voice was smooth, almost impossibly so.

Jason felt a sneer pulling at the edges of his mouth, that wasn't what a friend would say. He knew something was up with Kent, if it wasn't to try to wheedle some bullshit to fill half a collum on the front page of The Daily Planet, then, of course, it was to get nice and cozy with their father.

"If you two would excuse me," the man was speaking again, dimples and curls and big blues, "it's been a rather exciting day and an even more exciting night." He was bowing his head, in respect, "and well, I find myself a long way from home. Good night, Mr. Grayson," he held a hand out towards Dick, who took it and shook it, amiably. "Mr. Todd." Then out to Jason, who took the hand, and squeezed a little harder than he should've, in return, the dimples and the man deepened.

Watching the man walking away, lacking the same grace of his father but still impressive in his own manner, a bad feeling began to stir in their stomachs.

#um. look. college is still kicking my ass but now ive learned how to semi deal with that particular demon.#im not gonna bother with tagging the character bc knowing me it'll get very tedious. very fast.#civilian!bruce wayne #civilian bruce #civilian bruce au #baby damian wayne #my dc fic #honey ties #*rattling a metal spoon in a mug* COME GET YOUR FOOD

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cannibalismyuri · 11 months

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nancy and mike bonding for all u touch-starved, deprived gays . happy miwip wednesday 🫀🫀

#this fic is Kicking My Ass 😚😚😚#the combination of adhd + executive dysfunction is. Really combinationing rn /neg #anyway im trying to work on it the deadline ive set for myself is two months for completion btw. im #prolly not gonna meet it but. Whatever .#byler #miwip wednesday #stranger things (sara's version)#edit: OH FORGOT TO MENTION. this is the byler yr au btw !

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benevolenterrancy · 10 months

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@aamericanotaku I mean, I think there's definitely something there! Especially since Tintin overlaps with the same years as the Korean War. Given how globe trotting Tintin is it feels like there must be a way to naturally slot him into the world of MASH. .

..Though considering how the comics feel a little "out of time" (given that they couldn't touch on the Big Global Conflicts at the time for obvious reasons) some things would definitely feel odd. Tintin existing in a real war would feel really weird to me... and I think someone at MASH would lose it if he said "oh yeah I've been to the moon :D" with a straight face. Though watching Hawkeye contend with how many fucking times Tintin's been concussed/shot/blown up/etc would be HILARIOUS. Do you think any of them would have ever read his articles? And how's the language barrier going for them because you know I love playing with language gaps, poor Tintin and Haddock are doing their best to navigate exclusively in English unless someone at MASH can bumble through French.

But honestly, I feel like Hawkeye and co would be very susceptible to being drawn into whatever insane treasure hunt Tintin has going on, so if the question were "is it possible to do this" I'd say hell yeah, and I'd read it in a heartbeat. But if it were "is it possible for *me* to do it" then regrettably the answer is no 😅 I wrote 80k in three months and I've basically exhausted my fanfic juice for the moment. And I'm not really sure what the actual plot would be... what's the goal, what's the end point for Tintin's time with MASH? Gotta have an ending in order to have a beginning, yknow?

That being said, it's a sick idea and I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on it! I'll totally play in the space that someone else makes!

#i'm still in the process of editing and posting my own fic so i'm gonna have to leave these particular plot bunnies alone sorry :P #that and keeping up on artfight which i let flag over the past few days #but the idea genuinely kicks ass #tintin #mash #mash 4077 #dropping this into the tags because i'm not joking i'd LOVE to hear people's thoughts about this crossover #bene speaks

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mycological-mariner · 1 year

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Finished chapter 1 of Flight of the Heron. Oh my god. I thought y’all were joking but no. I was reading it at the gp waiting room and I laughed out loud. I’m not sure I was meant to but come on just. Everything is going wrong for him it is past the point of sorrow and straight into comedy

#keith’s hatred of mountains is killing me #FUCK mountains!#fuck THOSE mountains fuck THESE mountains fuck YOUR mountains #riding through a village: oh christ AND they’re Catholics???#his face was directly in the path of the flight of the heron jfc #laying on the side of the road swearing that the flora and fauna of the highlands are out to get him lmao #’surrender if you please’ keith: wounded bleeding but v angry: ‘NO?! Fight me coward!’#IMMEDITATLY gets his ass kicked in less than a minute #not even to MENTION the ‘fine specimen of young manhood’ WHAT #and ‘he’s handsome I bet he’s got muscles under there’ WHAT!#and finally giving in like fine. sure. but I feel bad about making you walk #this man’s misery is endless I’m revelling in it #he’s so small and angry #I love him #the flight of the heron #IM ONLY READ THE PROLOGUE AND CHP1!!!#I need to know what happens next this seems idk!#this book is a sick fic lmao #I have no idea the rest of the plot but my god #I’m gonna burn through this is no time huh

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presidentbungus · 1 year

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sneak peek at a longfic that will probably never get published😁

“Oh, yeah. Was, uh… god, what was I doing?”

Half-muttered, between clenched teeth, gaze leveled straight down at the mess of intermingling plans, somehow writing as he talks. “Something about formaldehyde, mixing chemicals. Before I wore goggles, drove Radigan up the damn wall, and I put it in the chemical centrifuge and—figured out soon as it started spinning I didn’t actually cap any of the tubes.”

Demo hisses through his front teeth, dissolving into low chuckles. “Oh, you didn’t.”

“Right. And I’m right at eye-level.”

“That’s bad.”

It’s not silent—it’s their voices, and the workshop’s running heartbeat of machinery churning around them, but the scratch of his pencil scrawling over blueprint-paper just feels so loud. “Yeah. That’s bad. So my right eye’s suddenly splashed with just about everything I just put in the chemical centrifuge, and I just feel—burning. Like, jesus, I’m gonna fuckin’ die good lord, and—“

“Can’t be great for you.”

“And it didn’t actually turn out that bad, like i didn’t go blind or nothin’, but for a buncha things my eye kinda stopped working good after that. Y’know when you look through a wet piece of glass and every light outside kinda flares out into these big rotatin’ lines?”

Demo thumps his fingers on the desk. “Ooh.”

“Imagine that, like it’s raining, all the time. And sometimes things just get foggy, and I have a hard time focusing on things up close, and everything. Still manageable, but it’s annoying enough that when grand—Radigan figures out I got anything wrong with me he tells me I’m wasting so much time on something that don’t work, why don’t we… y’know…” His voice draws out, just a little: “Run a little upgrade…”

“And you said yes?”

“Of course I did, what else am I gonna say?” The pencil clenched between his metal fingers abruptly snaps—and Engie gasps, just a little startled, and then mumbles a curse and dumps the jagged halves in a wastebin under his bench. “Didn’t tell my pops or nothin’ ‘til it was already too late of course—same damn thing that happened with my leg…”

Demo lazily takes a new pencil between two fingers from a penholder up against the wall and holds it out, wordlessly.

He snaps it up like a damn alligator. “But the new eye works. He was right, I can make out a dandelion stuck in a sidewalk fifty miles away on a foggy day, and it don’t dry out so I can just scrunch my other eye shut and not blink for hours, and it’s heat-and-acid-resistant and sturdy enough I could drop it off the goddamn Empire State Building and it’d just bounce off the concrete at the bottom—“

“But you don’t—“

“And he was right. He was right about everything else, too. My joints were weak so he made me new ones and they ain’t weak anymore, and it’s—my hand, and my leg, and my ears and my spine and my hip and my fucking eye—“

“Dell.” And it’s like he snaps back into his body, and all of a sudden he’s back in the workshop, and Tavish’s got a calloused hand on his shoulder (and he feels the absence of a middle finger there, resting heavier than anything else), and there’s the shards of another broken pencil all caught in the joints of the Gunslinger. His lungs are heaving. “Let’s take a breath, lad.”

Then it carves down his face, one singular warm, wet line out of the corner of the eye he still has.

“Doin’ nothing for no one gettin’ yerself all worked up,” flatly, but not disinterested, and the worry that gleams in that one golden eye makes him sick to his stomach.

#bungus snippets #tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #clone engie au #this fic is kicking my ass but its gonna be sooooo cool I promise #should I tag short fuse in this. not yet. maybe

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