#I'm supposed to be asleep

[faereso]

My first Xavier post here and it's this

[irl-batsignal]

omw to the rooftop of Wayne enterprises

[mikayuumouse]

Goddamn okayyy what abtttt

i hate your stupid face (sskk) lmao

HELP I didn't expect that one lmao 😭 it's great, it's a college au

I have a hugeee soft spot for college aus (if anyone's been stalking or following my blog for a while they'll definitely notice I have an affinity for college aus LMAO), so I did want to write smth of that au for sskk!

The title is inspired by the song Your Stupid Face by Kaden MacKay :> (although that's just the wip's name and maybe not the official title)

It starts out with the very first semester of their university, where Atsushi's a Literature major and Akutagawa's an Art major. I caved and went down the trope route of "and they were roommates!"

But of course they don't want to be roommates, because from their very first meeting they get off on the wrong foot (what actually happens will be a secret 😔 because I have no idea what happens next)

I'm still smoothing out specific plot points, but I do have a big old general idea of what I want to do with this fic! It'd definitely be pretty long too, probably spanning at least one semester or longer for sskk

The turning point for the slow burn is that both Atsushi and Akutagawa are stubborn little shits and once they decide they "hate" each other, they refuse to start liking each other. Like they're in a competition of who hates who more (they don't hate each other they just get annoyed with the other and also see a lot of themselves in the other)

But eventually, they start to learn about each other. So inevitably, Atsushi's "hate" peters out, alongside Akutagawa's. They don't talk about it, but the shift happens and suddenly Atsushi isn't arguing with Akutagawa over spilled paint on his essay, and their relationship develops into something softer, more friendly

(wait shit am I giving too much away?? Is this spoilers???)

Thennnn it appears that Atsushi might have just caught feelings for someone

I can't say any more bc spoilers oh my goodness I'd just be telling you the whole entire darn fic

This fic is going to be unpredictable though. Like even I don't fully know where it's going 🙏 I'm definitely going to put a lot of work into this fic though, whenever it actually gets kicked out of the gates of hell (my notes) and is squished into Ao3

Thanks for the ask<33

[offthewall1979]

the serve

[kaisollisto]

AND YOU KEEP ON FALLING BABY FIGURE IT OUT

[inktrailing]

C3E101 SPOILERS

two gods dance in the destruction

For me this line just really represents the horror and beauty of these episodes. It's still stuck out to me three hours later.

You understand the Aeorians and how they got here, you understand the Prime Deities; heck, you can understand the Betrayers as twisted as they are and have become.

Asmodeus' if I can't have you as family because y'all abandoned us for your fake toys then I'm just gonna have to erase you and yet raging his hatred at Pelor, and Pelor commanding him not to lie, but that's all even the hatred coming from Asmodeus is, and he's cast away. What truths are left.

Torog's you brought us here, you made me this way.

But no matter what the gods have learned about mortality and humanity they're just a little askew from it all. They can't fit alongside it; as Pelor realized, they can't walk with them. As Erathis realized, they're warping this world every time they get involved.

And here they are, two gods dancing in the destruction, not out of joy for it, not out of even quite recognizing it in the moment. They just are. This just is. Their lenses for--this place, and time, and mortality--don't see things as Exandrians do.

But we see it. That horror, and that beauty.

[writing-biting]

Why the fuck does Camp Camp, of all things, make me feel comfortable, warm and safe? Fuck this bullshit

[doueverwonder]

someone take the song soldier poet king away before I start wanting to write for my anglo-saxon kingdom ocs again.

[pyrrhicraven]

In your fics’ ships! Who’s the little spoon and why??? Please, I need to know!!

Super Mario-

Luigi is the little spoon for Bowser just because it would be really difficult for him to be the big spoon lol

Boo is the little spoon, with those little nubby arms no way he is wrapping his arms around Lu lol

Mario and Peach don't mind the little spoon position and will switch depending on their mood.

TMNT-

This one was harder simply because I could see both parties for the ships I write being the little spoon. But I suppose it would be Saki as the shell would be a pain in the butt lol

Star Wars

Padme would be a grumbly sort of little spoon for Cad 😂 Obi-Wan would be the middle spoon for Rex and Cody, or the little spoon if he was just with one of them. Funny enough I write Obi-Wan being Dooku's little spoon but I imagine it often the other way around lol Ahsoka would be the little spoon 😊

Danny Phantom-

Danny's the little spoon no matter what ship 😂 Dan's Clockworks little spoon and Vlad is Dan's little soon or Clockwork if Dan's not with them.

[corvlth]

I feel like some sort of ancient being locked away to have my essence harvested or something

Every time someone else draws Jun one of my magically enforced shackles falls off to the ground, relieving me of my eternal torment.

I have hope yet of freedom, one day

[revolveir]

[noritaro]

GLAMROCK BONNIE REAL!!?!????!?!!!??

[radpool]

I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself

to hold on to these moments as they pass

- counting crows, a long december

detail below the cut (and wolverine angsty musings in the tags lol)

[necrotic-nephilim]

au - tim sneaking out of jason's room one night at the manor and accidentally locking eyes with dick who is sneaking out of bruce's room at the exact same time, breakfast is very awkward the next morning

(i did think of having it be jason instead of tim but honestly jason has 0 shame and even less issue outing himself if it means fucking with bruce and, to a lesser extent, dick)

i'm cackling I love these types of things so much. they're so silly. sometimes we deserve mindless crack for these ships. have a *very* low effort ficlet bc this just makes me snort, enjoy <3

Dick closed Bruce's door as quietly as he could. Usually, he didn't have to sneak around when he slept with Bruce. But the temporary room Bruce had given Jason in the manor was just down the hall, and Dick didn't feel like looking Jason in the eye if he walked out of Bruce's bedroom in the morning at the wrong time.

Just because he was pretty sure Jason knew, didn't mean he needed confirmation and confrontation.

Dick had almost caved to staying in bed with Bruce when Bruce tried to pull him back down, but he kept some level of wits about him, prying Bruce's arm off of him and giving him a final kiss on the cheek before heading for the door.

The one thing Dick did allow himself, though, was wearing one of Bruce's shirts instead of his own. It was a size too large on him but smelled safe and comforting. Dick breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the door latched silently. He let go of the handle, turning around to creep off to his own bedroom in another wing.

And found himself staring at another figure.

With all of the lights off and only faint moonlight streaming through the windows, Dick couldn't tell who it was, at first. His reaction was embarrassing no matter who it was, jumping nearly a foot backward and clutching a hand over his chest.

He was a goddamn vigilante. This was just embarrassing.

The other person wasn't nearly as shocked as Dick, but they stood perfectly still, staring with wide eyes that faintly reflected what little light illuminated their face. Dick squinted, leaning forward to see who it was.

"Tim?" Dick hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. Bruce had fallen asleep and if Dick woke him up now, he was never going to get the stubborn bastard back to bed.

Tim, still looking like a deer in headlights, just blinked at Dick.

"What are you doing up this late?" Dick asked. They'd all agreed to take tonight's patrol off, letting Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda handle it in exchange for tackling the massive human trafficking ring in the morning with fresh eyes and cleared heads. The job was the only thing that had gotten Jason to agree to work with them in the first place. Bruce barely managed to strong-arm Jason into sleeping in the manor, with a decent amount of guilting from Alfred.

Jason, who was in the room only a few feet away from Dick. The room that Tim's hand was resting on the doorknob of.

"That's Jason's room," Dick said slowly.

Tim just nodded. "I know." He wasn't whispering like Dick was, but his tone remained impossible to read.

He just saw Dick walk out of Bruce's room. Had he put it together? It was Tim, after all. if he hadn't yet, Dick assumed he only had a couple minutes before it dawned on Tim.

"What were you doing in Jason's room?" Dick frowned. If he focused on Tim, it could keep the focus off of him for as long as possible. Dick tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

Tim's expression was hard to make out in the dark. "We were talking about the case." Still, his tone remained entirely neutral.

Too neutral, for Tim.

"At two am?"

"Well, what were you doing?" Tim huffed slightly when he said it, folding his arms over his chest.

He was shirtless, Dick just realized.

Shirtless and coming out of Jason's room.

"I was-" Dick stumbled over his words, choking as he tried to come up with an alibi. "We were talking about the-"

"I already used that excuse, pick your own," Tim deadpanned. Dick was pretty sure he also rolled his eyes. "I've known about you and Bruce for years, you know. You don't have to pretend."

The noise that came out of Dick's throat was almost as mortifying as the realization that not only did Jason likely know, but so did Tim.

"It... okay it has not been years," Dick's face was hot and he was glad it was too dark for Tim to see his blush. "I mean- it's been a while but not years-"

"Whatever you say." Tim shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "There have been feelings between you two for years, close enough for me."

If Dick died, right here, in this hallway in front of Bruce's door, he hoped the cause of death would be put down as homicide instead of natural causes. Because every word from Tim's mouth made another piece of Dick die inside, just a little.

"It's none of your business either way." Dick tried to stand up straight to sound more in control of the situation, clearing his throat.

"Trust me, I don't want it to be my business."

Dick would've laughed, if this was happening to anyone but him.

"What about... you and Jason?" Dick asked carefully.

Tim shifted on his feet. "What about it? I told you, we were talking about the case."

"Right." It was Dick's turn to roll his eyes. "In his bedroom, at two am, without your shirt?"

Tim stared at Dick for a long, torturous moment. A moment that made Dick agree with Tim, about not wanting to know any sordid details.

"I'm going to bed," Tim said suddenly, turning away from Dick. "Goodnight."

Dick had a thousand more questions he wanted to ask. How Tim and Jason even got together, when it happened. Last Dick knew, they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But Tim was walking away at an alarmingly brisk pace and Dick just sighed. He was too tired and mortified about his own secrets to chase Tim down for an impromptu interrogation that would just end up embarrassing them both more.

Maybe it was best for Dick's sanity if he didn't know the specifics.

Dick didn't consider how awkward it would be until he was standing in the kitchen, staring at Jason bent over a cup of coffee.

Did Jason know Dick knew? It didn't seem like he did, but he had always had a good poker face.

When Tim ambled into the kitchen and grabbed overnight oats from the fridge, he didn't even look at Dick. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding it, sitting as far away from Dick as he could at the oversized dining room table.

All while Dick couldn't seem to stop staring.

"Your cereal is going to get soggy," Jason muttered, and it took Dick a moment to realize Jason was talking to him. "At least eat it before trying to explode my head with your mind, or whatever your staring problem is."

"I'm not-" Dick stuttered. he shut himself up with a mouthful of cereal when Cass gave him an odd look.

Would she be able to figure it out just from his body language?

Dick had never fully understood the lengths her ability to read people could go. he looked away from her and stared at a random spot on the table, trying to eat at a normal pace.

Bruce was the last to wander into the kitchen. He squeezed Dick's shoulder as he walked by, making Dick jump. It was an innocent enough touch that no one would question, but all Dick could think about was the brief look from Tim before he quickly averted his eyes again.

The silence around the table was going to eat Dick alive. He started eating cereal faster.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason broke the tension, throwing his head back and slamming an empty mug down onto the table. "Everyone knows you two are fucking, alright?" He gestured between Dick and Bruce. "Stop being so goddamn weird about it, you're acting like there's a bomb in the room."

Bruce choked on his coffee. "Jason." He tried to sound reprimanding, but his voice was a few octaves too high.

Dick threw his hands in the air. "I knew you knew about that, but I didn't know about you and Tim until last night so excuse me for feeling a little awkward."

"You didn't know about what?" Bruce nearly yelled, spinning around to face Jason.

"Damnit, Dick!" Tim groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Jason just scoffed, pointing a fork at Bruce. "Oh don't even give me that self-righteous bullshit-"

Their argument went back and forth while Tim just rubbed his temples, muttering to himself and glaring at Dick.

Worst of all, Dick was pretty sure Cass was giggling next to him under her covered mouth.

Dick just sighed and ducked his head, dutifully waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

So much for his breakfast.

[girzapata6]

So... I'm a multishiper------