#Angst is just...so realistic

[mikayuumouse]

You know

Sometimes I just love to read a happy sskk fic

Like, I love when their relationship is angsty or messy or complicated, because that is how it is! But sometimes the hurt gets too painful and I adore how tragic they are but I need happiness

Sskk may not be the softest ship, but it's so refreshing to just read a fic where things are...peaceful. There's no miscommunication, there's no death, there's no tears or despair. It's the aftermath, where Atsushi and Akutagawa have learned to love each other without fear

Where they're together and they're happy, where they can wake up next to each other and walk around the city together and give each other goodbye kisses that aren't actually goodbye

When everything's okay

And sometimes, things are so happy it makes you sad anyway. It makes you sad that Sskk is happy together because you know it isn't true, so while it soothes your soul with the fortune, it also reminds you of canon Sskk and how many doors that they can't walk through

I truly do love the heavy, angsty Sskk fics with all the heartbreak and anguish and forbidden, confusing love that they have with each other. But the fics where they're together, and they have sweet nothings shared between each other is also so wonderful, where things are soft and magical and it's all okay still have a place in my heart

I love the perspectives of their relationship from both sides

[bunnys-lil-hideout]

"too many selfship prompts and imagines are revolved around healthy and happy dynamics and interactions and its boring".

no hate to any of you as i completely get where you're coming from. however. holds your hand. you do know that you're in a virtual community that is the equivalent of a shelter filled with traumatized pets right. surely you're aware of this.

[gayofthefae]

Shout-out to the writers who know stats and looked at an 8 kid family and went "2 of them are gay"

[petite-phthora]

Sometimes all you need is a little trust

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 21]

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Part 1

Ao3

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They sit there in the dark for a while, in embrace. After a moment, Danny leans back, shifting to lay his head on Jason’s shoulder. The tears on their faces slowly dry as they are ignored.

Neither knows how long they sat there in quietude before Jason breaks the silence.

“Let’s… try this again…” He takes a deep breath before speaking up next. “I told you about the Pit, how it… how when I’m under its effects, I lose control.” He runs a trembling hand through his hair.

Danny doesn’t speak, letting Jason talk.

“It’s just that, whenever I feel the Pit, it’s usually accompanied by anger and rage but… Ever since you killed the Joker, ever since we met, it’s changed.

“Instead of anger, the Pit feels calm. Instead of throwing things and beating people up, I made chocolate fudge.

“And don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss the madness. But something made it change, and I’m not sure if I can trust that change… and I think that something… has to do with you.” He ends, looking at Danny.

“Well…” Danny puts his hand to his chin as he thinks “Ghosts are beings of emotion. It’s part of how we’re formed, it’s part of our language, and it’s part of our being. While your ecto has only ever been projecting rage to you before, I think I can at least theorize the reason behind the change.” He starts.

“I think a large part of why you came back in the first place was revenge, which initially made you a revenant. But that was before you were thrown into what I can only assume is some sort of pit with corrupted ectoplasm, which is what turned you or, well, tried to turn you, from revenant to halfa.

“The ecto stitched your undead body and soul together, brought back your mind, and tried to form a core within you, but the corruption prevented it from doing so. So it was only able to give you the beginnings of a proto-core, which is what made it difficult for me to sense you until we were close enough when we kissed.

“And this is currently keeping you in a constant state of being on the verge of core formation.” Danny takes a breath before continuing to hypothesise.

“You mentioned it was the Joker that killed you, and that the change in emotions happened after he died. To me, it seems like one of the reasons, if not the reason, you crawled out of that grave in the first place was to avenge your death and kill the Joker.

“As ectoplasm is largely emotion-based, the contaminated ectoplasm you gained from that pit probably latched onto this anger and want for revenge and held on to it. The contamination is what likely increases your feelings and what makes them able to overtake your actions, as it were.

“After he died, the major driving force behind you being undead, and behind the rage, was gone. As a revenant you should have gotten peace and gone back to being fully dead, your soul finally able to move on.

“But the ectoplasm within you that was left behind must’ve fused your soul back into your body again, not letting it escape as the revenant rage left you. This, paired with the beginnings of you becoming a halfa, is probably why you stayed.

“With the revenant rage gone, the pit likely can’t hold onto that specific emotional range any longer. So instead, it latches onto any emotion you currently feel in the moment, which again, since he died, is probably more peacefulness and happiness due to being avenged. So now the corruption will amplify those feelings instead.

“The amplified feelings might also lean more towards the happier side because of me being around. Either because I was the one to avenge you, or because your ecto could have recognised me as the same as you and been calmer because of it. Though…” Danny trails off for a bit.

“I have also heard from other ghosts, I sometimes just have that effect on people as crown prince” Danny says, rubbing the back of his neck a little sheepishly.

Jason had been vaguely following along until the last comment stunned him. “You’re a fucking prince?!”

Danny waves him off unconcerned. “That is something I’ll explain later. There is a lot of other context you’ll probably need before I’ll be able to explain any of… that…”

Jason lets out a breath and runs a hand through his hair once again. “Right, yeah, sure. We’ll come back to that.” As he’s trying to make sense of what he’s been told, Jason decides to get into some of the other concerning stuff Danny mentioned before.

“So… your parents… built an artificial Lazarus Pit?” He tries instead.

“Well, I guess? It’s more of a portal. It doesn’t exactly heal or harm anyone going inside, it just brings them into the Ghost Zone.”

“Right… Where’d they even put it that their children could easily access it?”

“Their lab in the basement of the house.”

“Their lab in the basement?!—”

“Yeah… Looking back on it, I guess the house was practically one big OSHA violation, huh…”

“There was more than just the lab basement?”

“Well, yeah, and I guess the dungeon and the Emergency Ops Center that can turn into the Fenton Blimp on top of the house are another big part of it”

Jason gives him an appalled look.

“A lab and a dungeon?! Why do your parents have a dungeon in their house? I thought parents were some kind of scientists, or like … ghost biologists?! ”

“Mhmm” Danny nods in confirmation. “Technically they’re ecto-biologists, but they also just call themselves ghost hunters.”

“And you’re a ghost?”

“Half ghost. And you are too. That’s what halfa stands for”

“Right, yes. We’ll come back to that in a bit. But first, did your parents know about… “

“About me being dead? Nah, they didn’t. Well, they do now, but not back then.”

“Have they ever hurt you?”

Danny turns his gaze to the side uncomfortably as he considers the question.

“Well…”

“Danny—”

“I guess, not really? I mean yeah, they’d chase after me with guns yelling about how they were going to rip me apart molecule by molecule—”

“They what—”

“But dad’s aim is shit and after a while I began getting better at dodging mom’s shots—”

“They shot at you?!” This seems to give Jason some kind of revelation “Don’t tell me that’s why—“

“But they’re really not that bad. They’ve never actually intentionally hurt me while knowing it was me, their son. But, they’re totally fine now! 

“Like yeah, before they knew they gave me a tough time sometimes, but to be fair they really didn’t know I wasn’t some evil ghost there to hurt and destroy.

“And at least they weren’t like the GIW, you know?”

“No, Danny. I don’t know. But please tell me you know this wasn’t okay?” Jason throws him a troubled look.

Danny frowns, shifting to sit up straighter. “They didn’t know—”

“Maybe not,” Jason cuts in, “But that doesn’t mean it was right or that it didn’t hurt you anyway. The fact that they didn’t know doesn’t make it any better.”

“They never hurt me seriously enough that I couldn’t recover—” He tries to protest.

“You shouldn’t have gotten hurt by them at all! Not physically, and not emotionally,”  Jason states, giving Danny a pointed look. “You shouldn’t have had to recover.”

Danny shifts his gaze towards the ground with a frown, picking at the grass a bit with one of his hands.

“You sound like Jazz,” He responds with a small grumble.

“This Jazz sounds like a wise individual to whom you should probably listen more often.”

“She is” Danny admits with a sigh. “And you’re right, I should…”

A beat, and then “I’m sorry for shooting you”

“It’s fine! It didn’t hurt me and it’s not like I haven’t been shot at before—” Danny tries to reassure, but Jason shakes his head.

“No, Danny. It is not fine. I shouldn’t have done it. And you shouldn’t be used to it.” He says decisively.

“But—”

“Nuh-uh, nope. It is not fine. I should not have done it. Period.”

“You likely had a good reason—”

“I did it because I wasn’t sure I could trust you,” Jason replies.

“I mean, you appeared out of nowhere, basically avenged my death, affected the Pit and made it act in ways it never has before, and then finding out you might have connections to the League?

“I just, it—It scared me” Jason confesses. “And I couldn’t deal with that fear.”

“So, I used my good old Red Hood interrogation techniques to try and get answers. You know? Shoot ‘em in the calf or thigh so it’ll be painful for them without being lethal and make it harder for them to get away.

“But while those are explanations for what I did, none of that is an excuse. There is no excuse.”

“That’s not true.” Danny tries to interject with a shake of the head.

“I’m a terrible person who has done terrible things.” Jason interrupts.

“Not just to you, but others as well. I’m dangerous. I’ve hurt innocent people. I’ve hurt my family. I’ve almost killed some of them— and not all of those times were because of the Pit, either!” Tears have formed in the corners of Jason’s eyes.

“Hey, I’ve killed someone too,” Danny objects, “The Joker counts, and I don’t have a Pit.” He tries.

“Danny, you did it on accident, and if anything the Joker definitely deserv—”

“Well, then I guess I must be a terrible person too” Danny cuts in. “For liking you despite all of that”

“Danny…”

Danny ignores Jason and grabs his hands in his own before looking him back in the eye.

“Maybe you’re not good for me. Maybe I’m not good for you. Perhaps we’re not good for each other, not good together. Terrible together“ Jason opens his mouth to say something but Danny quickly continues, not letting Jason get a word in “But I’d still like to give this a try. To give us a try.”

“Maybe it’ll end in disaster. Maybe it won’t, but… I’d be willing to take that chance… together… If you’d still have me?”

“Danny, I interrogated and shot you. Not just with bullets that didn’t hurt you, but also with a ray gun that you gave me that did hurt you. If anything, I should be asking you if you’d still have me despite all of that.” Jason says, clearly distressed, a few stray tears now rolling over his cheeks.

“And I doubt you’ll pull anything like that again, will you?” Danny asks with an eyebrow raise he learnt from the countless amount of times Jazz threw it at him.

“God no—”

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

“Danny—”

“We can go to couples therapy,” Danny states resolutely.

“Danny—”

“We can each go to normal therapy as well.” He adds on.

“Danny—”

“Jason Todd.” Danny interrupts. Jason stills. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

After a beat of silence, Danny adds on “On the condition we keep up clear communication between the two of us, and perhaps look into getting some form of therapy, of course”

Jason lets out a slightly exasperated huff and wipes the tears away, before giving Danny a soft look.

“You’re too trusting.”

Danny lets out a hum.

“And you don’t trust enough. But I’ve heard opposites attract, so…” Danny pauses. “What do you say?”

Jason gives him a small smile.

“If you’d still have me?”

The response is immediate.

“I do.”

Danny places his hand on Jason’s cheek.

“May I?”

Jason nods.

They both lean in, and they kiss.

---

Jason feels the Pit stir and resolutely ignores it and whatever feeling it brings with, keeping his eyes closed and gently pulling Danny in closer.

You’re not gonna ruin this for me.

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[mcytegg]

i think im in too deep w charmander duo. bc i was thinking abt how flame thinks very little abt bans, and how theres a genuine possibility he helps the Guardians ban people not even bc he thinks bans should matter, but just like for fun bc he doesnt think of it that seriously. which led me to thinking "wait but pangi could help him change his mind ^-^" nd now im just thinking of an au where pangi does Just That .

[mutopians]

why does marinette get all the crossover fics. what if I want an angsty fic of adrien finding out everyone he loves betrayed him and then him running away to some other fandom. THEN what-

[amazingdeadfish]

taking a theory about s6, how would mayor react to a macaque possessed by the chaos? like seeing the one they loves out of himself and destroy himself painfully (I live for angst)

Personal take, but-

They would be all for it, actually.

A sick part of them would love to watch Macaque suffer. Because this is what he gets. This is what happens when the world's lifeline was not ripped before all of this chaos seeped into the world and poisoned it.

And when Macaque is inexplicably and irrevocably changed forever because of this somehow, the only thing the Mayor can say (even though they know they'll be spending the rest of their existence alone from then on), is, "She told you so."

[runepixel]

do you think after acquiring the 2nd ba fragment cynos body struggled to adjust at all. do you think he'd become more lethargic after using its power. do you think he'd struggle to contain its power and would be threatened with losing himself to it. do you think he'd need to find a stronger seal. and do you think sethos would see this and become terrified at the idea of losing his childhood best friend all over again. Well ive got you

[badgerhuan]

i can't stop thinking about how if curaçao had chosen to stay in the ferris wheel car when gin and the others were retrieving her, kazami would've been captured as well...?

[pastelaspirations]

Does ink has disorder of any kind?

I assume this is related to Ink in Perseverance lol. Okay, s o. I tend to write Ink with some tendencies that I have because it's easier to write more realistic depictions of things if I draw from my own life as inspiration lmao. As such, the only thing I am confident saying he has is social anxiety, as that is the only thing that I'm officially diagnosed with.

That said, I've seen people comment that he displays depressive tendencies, as well as having vivid flashbacks and tends to dissociate as what is sometimes typical of PTSD. Since I mostly write these things based off of personal experience, I am hesitant to say he has these things lol, especially since "mental health testing" doesn't exist in my world as much.

Does that mean he doesn't have them?? E e e e h h. Let's just say the only thing I am 100% sure in saying he has is social anxiety✧˖°.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Contained in creases | Heist!Y/N | 526 words | AO3

The dryer rumbles and slows to a stop, beeping to announce the end of its cycle.

You finish setting out food for Chica, who comes eagerly bounding into the kitchen when you call her, and run your hand a few times through her thick fur.

It's quiet, and times like these make the small room feel bigger, emptier somehow.

Late afternoon sunlight pours in through the windows, lighting up the room. As you stand fully, you take a moment to bask in it.

The previous night had been a long one; an arduous but successful heist had you near collapsing into bed once the loot was carefully stowed, ready to be sold. You'd slept, heavy and dreamless, late into the next morning, only tearing yourself from the comfort of your bed some time after noon.

You inhale, exhale, cherishing the sun's brief caress before it inevitably disappears behind the clouds, then make your way to the small laundry room that leads out of one end of the kitchen.

A wave of heat escapes the dryer when you open it, and you let it wash over you. It's the kind of warmth that makes you wish you were small enough to crawl inside the machine, curl up and hide from the daily stresses and responsibilities of life.

Responsibilities like emptying your laundry. You sigh and begin to pull items of clothing out one by one, folding them before placing them neatly in a basket.

You're about halfway through the load when your fingers close around something that jolts you out of the absent-minded daze you've fallen into.

You raise the garment in front of you, something familiar, but that you'd almost forgotten you'd been wearing — lodged somewhere deep in the backlog of clothes that, between heists and extra planning and hours spent idly staring at the ceiling with an inconsolable ache in your chest, you hadn't gotten around to washing. Until now.

Your throat tightens. Your eyes burn and your skin prickles.

Oh.

It's his.

You see your hands tremble at the edge of your vision, gaze fixed on the hoodie and it's simple design. It's black, just like most of his wardrobe, in a closet that has remained untouched since the last time he left it, not knowing it would be just that.

You used to slip into his room sometimes to steal his things, just like you'd stolen this sweater (and he'd raid you right back).

You haven't had the heart to go back in. Not since… It just feels wrong to be there now.

Your grip tightens. You don't realise you're crying until the tears begin to drip down, soaking into the fabric. A sob suddenly racks your body and you let your face sink into the soft texture as you tremble.

Your knees dig into the cold, hard floor, but in your arms it's warm. So warm. And the hoodie is clean and fresh with the scent of detergent, but somehow… it still smells faintly of him.

Chica pads soundlessly over, plopping her head on your thigh in a manner of comfort — or perhaps commiseration.

You cling to your partner's sweater and weep.

[ficauthor]

Dipper hating Dippy Fresh in the finale sequence is genuinely so funny to me. Literally feels like such a real sibling interaction. If one of my bros replaced me with a fake 'cooler' rad clone version of me id also start eating a table out of anger. His indignation at it all is so real, they go on all those adventures, they trust each other with their lives and she's just replaced him with a vapor waver version of him cause they had one fight. Felt like he was moments away from going , okay well Im melting you in my mind as revenge lol.

also so funny to me that she was so mad at him that she made an antithesis version of him. its like she sat down and asked herself what would make Dipper the most mad. the answer apparently was green sunglasses, 2012's slang, a backwards cap, a skateboard, and saying stupid shit while highfiving everyone.

[sejjiplinth]

re: ask game - you know i have to ask about the 'doomed by the narrative' duo (sejarcus)

HAHA thank you for sending them in they’re the only ship i think about when i see these bingos 😭😭😭

[melpomenelamusa]

I told my sister my planned ideas for Chimeras and she completely ruined my plot XD

She's absolutely right, but how do I explain her that I just wanted a story to whump some ocs?

Now she's made me feel the overwhelming need to give much more sense to the worldbuilding and work in way too many sociopolitical conflicts, akhdnkshsksusjs.

Maybe one day I'll write a different, extended, and much more narratively and logically coherent version of Chimeras, who knows, maybe it can even become a book one day!

But for now we'll be keeping the funny whumpy story I've already thought about, just because I enjoy writing it XD

[tulikettuun]

I need Sleep Token to stop writing music about the Legend of Zelda tbh. I don’t have enough time to draw all these comics and finish all these animatics that the music keeps inspiring!

[mccrangela]

Not that the fics aren't beautifully written, but why is almost every Ianthony fic written a mafia au or a fic where one of them is seriously injured. I love the intricacies of fandom.