#because there's a teeny snippet in here

[robertphilip]

do either of them get jealous??

ough,,, how did you know I think about this all the time ?

so, I don't think that either of them are that jealous because, well, soulmates and True Love and all that buuuuut

Giselle was raised by animals, okay, she's allowed to be a little territorial, it just comes with dating a feral woman, okay !!! and Robert, he's an attractive man, women are going to inevitably hit on him, and Giselle is just simply not going to like that. like, why are you looking at her man's arms? those are her arms to admire, not yours 😠

Giselle isn't rude, though, she never, like, tells anyone off, but if she sees a woman being flirty from a distance, she'll definitely come up, and start hanging all over Robert, which leaves him confused because, "Giselle, I'm talking to someone-" "Yes, I know, keep talking *places her hand on his ass* 😇"

I actually came up with two scenarios, one I've written, and one that's just in my head. The one I wrote was them at a bookstore, and Giselle noticed this woman kept touching Robert's shoulder/arm, and laughing, which bugged her. After they walk away, she makes Robert roll his sleeves down, and he's like, "it's hot??" and rolls them back up, which bugs her more, and she finally expresses being jealous (and also feeling guilty about it because that woman wasn't doing anything wrong) and Robert thinks it's hysterical.

In fact, ykw, here's a tiny snippet from that wip, for you 🫡

“Jealously isn’t bad, Giselle. You’re allowed to be upset she… touched my arm.” He laughed again, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry, I really am trying not to laugh.” “I do not believe you.” She grumbled, pressing her face against his neck. “I think you are taking far too much pleasure in this, actually. Another reason I did not want to tell you.” “No, no. I’m— There’s nothing funny about it.” He cleared his throat again, a grin still on his face. “In fact, I think your solution, hiding my arms, was a very smart move. I’m sure my exposed wrists are what really got her interested.” “Oh, hush.”

The other scenario, which I haven't written, was about a woman in his office. Sam tells Giselle, "She flirts with him every day." and she's like, "Oh, really?" later that night, she and Robert have some Fun™️ and he comes to work the next day covered in hickies, and Sam says, "ah... I see she's marked her territory." and Robert grumbles out a, "shut up."

now, Robert, I don't think he gets jealous at all, and I think he actually finds it hilarious when men try to flirt with Giselle because she just. Does Not get it. He'll see a man basically pressed up against her, invading her personal space like crazy, and Giselle will just be like "🙂😁😄🙂" and then later, when he points it out, she laughs and says, "he was just being nice !! he was telling me about (x) !!!! he was not flirting !!!" and Robert tells her, "he gave you his phone number, and said he'd love to have dinner some time. which I hope you said no, btw" and she - "I did not say no, but I did ask if I could bring you along, and then he told me nevermind, and I- Oh.. Wait ☝🏻🤨" and Robert can't help but smile, and say, "I really love you, you know that?"

Real world flirting just does not compute with her. Nancy told her that Robert's magic trick could count as being flirty, and now that's what Giselle thinks of. So, unless a man is doing magic tricks for her, she's not going to catch on right away.

But anywho, yeah, overall neither of them are that jealous, but Giselle is certainly the more jealous one of the duo, and prone to, well, marking her territory~

[straw-eri-chan]

Another snippet of my last post because people liked it :]

"Wowza." Kon giggled, actually giggled, which was wack because first he was cooing and now he was giggling. There had to be like, kryptonite in this baby or something. "Hi kiddo."

Kon looked around the lab to find, well, not much. It was clean, mostly, with the occasional food or energy drink trash stuffed into a corner and a few papers scattered around. In fact, if it weren't for the baby in Kon's arms, he would be convinced there was nothing out of the ordinary in the lab. Well, and the the test tube that clearly said 'KON-EL' in big bold letters above it.

"You're so small." Kon whispered. He wasn't an expert on kids or babies or anything, but were they supposed to be this small? Were they supposed to be the cutest thing Kon had ever laid eyes on? He didn't think anything could be cuter than Krypto, but here he was. "How old are you, anyway?"

No response from tube-baby, yet again. Which made sense, seeing as he was, well, a baby. But tube-baby did open his eyes to look at Kon and oh. Oh, oh, oh, he was doomed.

Tube-baby had the bluest eyes in the whole universe, identical to his and Clark's. They were big and reminded Kon of an own, curious and maybe a hint judgmental. Adorable.

"You're a cutie pie, you know that?" Kon cooed, tapping tube-baby on his teeny tiny nose, then pinching it just barely because he couldn't help it. It caused the baby to sneeze, and he was getting close to a heart attack probably.

He shrugged his jacket off and managed to create a kind of swaddle with it to keep tube-baby warm in the freezing cold Gotham air. They weren't even outside and Kon could feel it, even with his high tolerance to temperature.

"When Tim gets back, he is going to love you."

[snarky-magpie]

Oh and here's a teeny snippet: (CW - mentions of vomiting)

“I threw up before my first Quidditch match because I was so nervous. So, there you go. Since you asked for something I’ve never told anyone. Nobody else had the dubious honor of learning this.”

James’ mood immediately lifts. “I’ll treasure your secret till I draw my last breath. Shame you couldn’t pick a less gross example.”

Regulus shrugs. “Are you familiar with he old adage 'Be careful what you wish for?”

“Hold on. I remember bumping into you that day. I rounded a corner, and there you were. You looked me up and down with disgust and told me to watch where I was going, if I even could with my supbar eyesight, and then you told me you were gonna make me cry so hard my ancestors would come back as ghost to ask why I was being such a sissy. Didn’t look nervous to me. Also, I should probably tell you I found the threat extremely hot.”

Regulus swats James on the shoulder. “You have your wires crossed. It was meant to intimidate you.”

“All I can say is that afterwards, I paid more attention to you than the game. No wonder Slytherin ended up winning the match.” 

“Yes. And the thing you don’t know is that after I threatened you, I had to duck into the nearest bathroom and puke my guts out to be able to step onto the pitch.” 

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences

I've had a very productive week as far as fandom is concerned. I sewed. I wrote a bit. I read some fic. Goodness it's great to be on summer break!

STITCHES I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it's pride month! In honor of this special time of year, I am working on the most rainbow-tastic version of Simon and Baz possible. I finished the dolls this past week and am starting attire soon. Hopefully I will be ready to reveal the finished set by next Sunday. In the meantime, here's a sneak peek!

Is that a teeny tiny rainbow friendship bracelet? Yes. For scale, see below.

SENTENCES I am happy to report that after a significant dry spell in the writing department, I have finally produced words. I wrapped up the Boy Next Door Verse shorts early last week and then sat down to re-outline my Cheer AU after having abandoned it for months.

Part of my struggle was that this fic is, by far, the hardest story I have ever tried to tell. Not logistically--it's a high school AU with no magic or dramatic plot reveals or anything like that. Instead, it's difficult because Simon has been through some shit that is very much like my own real life shit and facing your childhood traumas is hard.

In any case, have a snippet-- Baz POV. For context, Baz and Simon were childhood best friends who've become estranged.

I’m still lost in the memory when the wind shifts and Simon stills beside me.  “I’m not that kid anymore, Baz,” he says quietly, staring at his feet. “I’m not either.” “No, I mean–” Simon sighs. “I can’t do this.” “Do what?”  “Any of this.”  “What is this?” “I don’t know. You. Me. All of it.” Simon tugs at his curls. “I can’t, okay?” I watch Simon toe at the ground in front of him. He still won’t look at me, and I try not to let it hurt. He used to get like this sometimes when we were small. Sad and distant. Even back then there were things we didn’t talk about. Things he couldn’t talk about. He didn’t have the words. Maybe he still doesn’t.

Hellos and high-fives and happy pride 🌈.

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[daemonbrain]

Jaime Lannister x targaryen!reader | A Snippet

a/n: Posting this to hold myself accountable because the fic has been sitting in my drafts since February 1st... she's at 18k words y'all...

edit: fully posted here

cw: none, reader is Aerys's daughter, set in 281 A.C.

As the summer weather had finally chosen to grace the Crownlands with it's presence, Viserys had taken to playing his new favorite game ‘maid in the tower’ with you and your knight. Jaime would take on the role of barbarian keeping you captive while Viserys the Valiant (a name he fashioned himself) would come to your rescue. You couldn’t count how many times you cringed and winced when Viserys would wack Jaime at full strength, with a wooden training sword your knight had thought was a brilliant idea to give him. His teeny cords of muscle working hard under the strain of the surprisingly intensive game. The two of you might’ve been creating the next Dragon Knight with all the running and hitting and whatever else it is warriors do.

Thankfully, Jaime took each strike in stride, barely budging before finding some way to send your little brother running. Jaime prowled around you, making a point of goading the poor boy on.

“I guess you don’t actually want to save the princess… I wonder what I'll do with her?” Jaime shouted.

You had gasped in feigned shock, voice taking on a disbelieving tone. “Never monster! Viserys the Valiant will rescue me!”

Once your little brother had retrieved his oaken weapon -which Jaime had thrown into a bush- his face was one of determination. He charged Jaime with an unprecedented speed and swung hard. The Lannister met him halfway with a grunt, taken off guard by the surprise attack. Wood clashed against wood, Viserys relentless in his attempts to win the game while your knight met each blow with a single handed grip on his play-sword.

“I’ll keep her forever, locked away in my tower.”

“No! She-” another hit, “-is MY sister!”

It had been hours of this running around and the air turned more suffocating the higher the sun climbed, the heat had caused for sweat to pool uncomfortably under your heavy layers. You were dead sure if you suggested going inside before your brother could win, he would pitch a fit.

To make things worse, Jaime was amused by the way Viserys lunged at him. He seethes not being able to land a hit on the knight almost ten years his elder, and Jaime seemed content to bask in the humidity and sweat, but you certainly weren’t.

“Boys! While I appreciate the vigor which you both have on my behalf, why don’t we all just make peace? Lunch sounds a lot better than beating each other with sticks, and it’s dreadful out here. Any longer and i'll melt into a puddle.”

The both of them didn’t spare you a glance as they continued. 

“No! I don’t want to go inside, I want to win!” Viserys yelled furiously, still on the attack. Dodging a particularly forceful jab, Jaime caused your brother to stumble forward as he sidesteps him. An a-ha came from the knight as he evaded yet again.

“I would sooner risk my honor protecting you then let you go free, princess.” Jaime said, wholly absorbed in his villainous role.

“What honor?! You’re meant to be a barbarian!” You exclaimed.

The Lannister dividers are by @targaryen-dynasty!

[gardenladysworld]

pleeeeeease. i can't wait for the next chap gurl!!! show us a teeny tiny bit!!

Hi! Yeah, of course! Here is a snippet from the Starbound Hearts!

The title will be 'To breath'

I will post the full chapter on this week.

@bkell2929

But then your eyes landed on one in particular. A portrait.

Drawn in pencil. Detailed. Clean lines and shading so careful it looked like it might lift off the paper.

You stepped closer.

And your heart nearly stopped.

His face.

Strong jaw. High cheekbones. Eyes you remembered more vividly than your own reflection. Braids falling just over the shoulder. The necklace. The scar near his collarbone.

Neteyam.

It was him.

You drew him.

But you didn’t remember doing it.

You lifted a shaking hand toward the paper. “No,” you breathed. “No, no, no—this is him.”

The thought was so loud it nearly drowned everything else.

You didn’t imagine him.

You couldn’t have.

He was real. You saw him. You held him. You kissed him. You bled for him. You dreamed of him before sleep and whispered to him in the dark. He couldn’t be a figment of your imagination. He couldn’t.

You reached for the thumbtack holding the drawing in place—but then—

Click.

The door creaked open behind you.

“Sweetie,” your mother’s voice drifted in, soft and careful, like you were something fragile. “Can we talk?”

You froze.

Your body half-turned toward her. Your eyes flicked to hers—warm, gentle, loving.

Then back to the drawing.

And your heart cracked.

Because the portrait no longer looked like Neteyam.

The face had softened. The details blurred. The scar was gone. The necklace was wrong. The braids shorter.

It was just… a generic Na’vi.

Someone you couldn’t name.

A stranger.

Your lips parted. No sound came out. Your chest squeezed tight.

The heat behind your eyes returned like a rising tide.

Because the drawing was gone.

Because he was gone.

And now all that stared back at you was someone you didn’t know. A drawing without meaning. A face without memory.

Your mother stepped softly across the carpet, the floor barely creaking under her familiar tread. She came to stand behind you, close but not crowding, like she somehow sensed how fragile you were. Her hand rested gently on your upper arm—warm and grounding, a weight that should have brought comfort.

It only made you feel more lost.

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze following yours to the corkboard, to the drawing.

“Oh,” she breathed, smiling faintly. “I always loved how good you are at these. Your drawings. They’re beautiful.” Her voice was so proud, so full of gentle nostalgia it made your knees wobble. “They look so real.”

They were real, you wanted to say. He was real.

[stygiansauce]

heya sauce!!!! someone just liked my art for the unnamed super hero au Jimmy and I was wondering if you had any more crumbs/head cannons cooking up in the kitchen, if not that’s oki but if you do I will politely eat it and give compliments to the chef <3

and if not still compliments to the chef

Hello my love! It's so funny I got two asks at the same time for superhero au. I posted what little I have for them earlier today, you can take a scroll down and find that if you'd like.

For you though, I can drop a teeny tiny itty bitty snippet of a half written oneshot I'll post one day (sorry no MoE, I want to keep as much of chapter five a secret as I can because I've started over (mostly) with it and I gotta re-create the magic)

Enjoy the snippet! We're expecting a pretty big tornado in about 30 min here so everyone cross your fingers for me!

[joaquinwhorres]

More excited about getting to read more of your writing than I am about brave new world (and I am real excited about brave new world)

omg you're way too nice!

here’s a teeny little snippet of the Mr. Fix-It fic coming, just for you ❤️

The line went quiet, and for a moment you wondered if maybe he hadn't heard you or if the call disconnected or God-forbid you'd just found the thing that was too vulnerable even for him. You shouldn't have called. After all, as sweet as Joaquin was, he was still just your downstairs neighbor. A recent friend.

"Do you want me to come up?" he asked.

"Could you?" You knew the right thing to say was that he didn't have to. Or even tell him that you just wanted to talk for a while. But you didn't want that. You called because you thought he'd come, and you wanted him to.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right up."

[myownwholewildworld]

THE WAY TO A GREAT WIDE SOMEWHERE (a the mandalorian x beauty & the beast crossover) - SNEAK PEEK II

READ NOW HERE.

pairing: din djarin x f!reader. a/n: just a teeny tiny snippet because i can't just keep this to myself until i post it 🥲 i'm at 15k words, please keep me in your thoughts, i'm fighting wars over here. i'd like to have this posted next week but we'll see how fast i can type! thank y'all for the welcome (and the patience) this oneshot has gotten so far <3 warnings: 18+, mdni. suggestive talk heh. sensory deprivation. tags (if someone else wants to be tagged, please let me know): @baronessvonglitter @bishtrouille @natalieispunk

“Do you trust me, mesh’la?” his modulated voice was low and husky.

You nodded vehemently.

“I want to try something different this time,” he murmured, the rag twisting in his hands. “But you gotta promise me you’ll behave for me.”

“I will,” you promised, breath hitching in anticipation.

“I’m going to blindfold you and remove my helmet. But I have only two ground rules: you can’t take it off and you can’t touch my face. At all. No excuses. Are we clear?”

A rush of lustful excitement ploughed through your veins. You found yourself nodding again, your neck hurting.

“Use your words, cyar’ika (beloved).”

“Yes. Crystal clear, Din,” you mumbled, widened, almost adoring eyes staring at him. You hadn’t missed the endearment term, although he seemed to not have noticed.

“Good,” he curled one finger at you.

You sat back up, hands laced on your lap patiently waiting as Din blindfolded you with the damp rag. He secured it with a very tight knot on the back and made sure three times that it would not go anywhere.

“If you break your promise, I’ll have to kill you,” the threat was very real, not even a hint of joke in it.

Your mouth went dry and your clit irremediably pulsed ― your pussy was already wet and warm for him. You shouldn’t get off on a death threat, but apparently Din could reduce you to a slick, begging mess just like that.

“I-I won’t remove it. You have my word. Please.”

“Be a good girl for me and lay down on your back,” he commanded you and you happily obliged.

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: namjoon wants a raise & y/n is kind of scary

i watched the proposal again recently + i’ve been on depop trying not to spend a million dollars on all the y2k corporate-core clothes = inspired me to write this snippet of ceo!y/n (you all know i have a soft spot for anything ceo i’m sorry) 

“ever since you hired me, i’ve managed to boost sales up by approximately 28%-“ namjoon clears his throat, trying his best to continue standing tall as he points to the screen with his little laser pen, “i’ve been working here for nearly a year and a half which you can argue hasn’t been very long, but at the same time i feel as though my efforts and the results that i’ve produced is well deserving of a raise, miss y/l/n. i wasn’t going to say anything but i’ve actually been offered a position elsewhere with a higher salary, and, well- i do enjoy working here, and i would like to stay here, but-“ 

you lean back against your office chair, propping both elbows up on the arm chairs before pressing your fingertips together, staring intently at the presentation in front of you 

your eyes follow the little red dot darting across the screen and you lick over your teeth as your head tilts to the side slightly 

“-so, what do you think?” namjoon reaches the end of his presentation and tucks his pen into his shirt pocket, very much aware of how much heat is radiating off his body from the nerves 

he’s heard some things about people who’ve tried to ask for raises, and making the bold move of coming directly to you has historically never ended very well for those guys 

jungkook presses the button for the lights to turn on and the blinds to roll back up from where he’s standing by the front door, offering namjoon a smile and a supportive nod 

at least five seconds of silence linger in the air and namjoon wonders if you’re able to hear his heart practically beating out of his chest 

you’ve also been maintaining eye contact with him the entire time he’s presented which makes him ten times as nervous because he’ll be the first to admit you have very nice eyes 

“…i think all of this could’ve been an email, kim.” you lean forward, office chair squeaking slightly as you swipe your phone off the table and unlock it, “the next time you want something, i don’t need a thirty-eight minute presentation on why you think you deserve it.” 

“ma’am?” namjoon’s face reddens and suddenly it feels like the collar of his button-up is suffocating him 

“who’s trying to poach you from me?” 

“i-if you don’t mind, i’d like to keep that detail priv-“ namjoon immediately stops talking when your eyes flicker up from your phone to look at him through your eyebrows, “ah- min corporations, miss y/l/n. i was contacted by their secretary last week.” 

“mm, i’ve spoken to that secretary. preppy little thing.” you snort, eyebrow raising slightly at the memory of the one time you got a call on your personal cell phone from min corporations (you’re not even sure how that secretary got your damn number in the first place) inviting you to a lunch with mr. min yoongi himself 

you went, of course, more than surprised to discover that the secretary wasn’t just his secretary but also his wife and the mother of his (adorable) daughter 

you don’t know how she managed to go from secretary all the way to wife/mother but hat’s off to her for pulling that off

with that being said you’re sure that if she spoke three decibels higher all the dogs in the city would start barking and all the windows in your office would’ve cracked 

“you’re a hard worker. i like having you on my team.” you set your phone face down on your desk, “get back to work. we can discuss numbers another day because if you make me look at another excel spreadsheet i might change my mind.” 

“oh, i- thank you so much, miss y/l/n, i really appreciate it! thank you so much-“ namjoon fumbles with the projector and switches it off, a weight instantly lifted off his shoulders at the implication that he will, in fact, be getting a raise 

“mm.” you gesture with a flick of your wrist for him to leave your office as you raise your phone to your ear, “min yoongi! trying to steal my star salesman, are you?” 

jungkook opens the door for namjoon, stepping aside to let him out before shutting the door behind him quietly 

“see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” jungkook beams, giving namjoon a hearty pat on the arm, “congratulations on the raise!” 

“i think i need to take a shot or something, that was- so stressful.” namjoon lets out a breath, reaching up to loosen his tie slightly, “god, she really- her eye contact is crazy intense sometimes-“ 

“it’s probably the eyeliner in her waterline making her look ten times scarier, you’ll survive-“ 

🎙️ ask y/n for eyeliner recommendations (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to your other faves!)

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this!) 

[cassiasims]

Now can you please recommend chase centric fic as well <3 (I also don’t care about the pairings or if it’s gen)

will once again point you to my camchase fic rec list, because a lot of those fics are chase centric, and once again shoutout to myself (hey. if you’re asking me for fic recs i’m gonna toot my own horn). but if you’ve read everything on there…

the trick is to keep breathing by alpacas — ok obviously read everything by helen. duh. but if for some reason it’s the end of the world and you can only pick one then read this hunting/the mistake era character study of chase. the first time i read it i legitimately had to take breaks and stare at a wall. you’re gonna suffer, but you’re gonna be happy about it. T, 1.5k, camchase

Prodigal by JayneL — written 2005, alternate take on chase and house finding out about rowan’s death. very different to what we get in canon (besides the obvious ‘written before the mistake aired’ part) but i think it still feels…chase. you’ll see what i mean. T, 2.3k, no pairings

future planning by iamremy — girl i don’t even go here (established relationship choreman) but everything about this is so so good. this is really more foreman centric than chase (and he is oh so perfectly foreman at that) but chase certainly gets his day in the sun too. it’s funny and sweet and foreman has an existential crisis about toothpaste. s6 era. T, 5.8k, choreman with background hilson

long odds by captainharkness — i know it’s popular but CHASE RUNNING THE BETTING POOL FIC WHO CHEERED. really a chase character study disguised as a hilson fic and it is so good and fun and also there’s background camchase. T, 3k, hilson and background camchase

Earl Grey by paradisecity — great little wilson and chase relationship study, set after cursed. gen, 683 words, no pairings

Declare Ye, Tell This by sabinelagrand — mini character study of chase and religion and his position within the team, written late s3. lovely stuff. gen, 601 words, no pairings

Third Wheel Rolling by ignaz — original trio ot3 threesome post-human error. really more foreman centric but again chase is also prominently here and i gotta rec this fic somewhere because it drives me insane it’s so fucking good. E, 4.7k, camchaseforeman

Little Things by anoyo — teeny tiny chase character study, makes me feel big big feelings. gen, 210 words, no pairings

Arise by Josselin — AU where chase becomes paraplegic, with all the expected angst but also secretly a fascinating chase character study with a lot of house and chase. at one point foreman says he wishes chase’s arms were paralysed too which should give you an idea of how fucking dead on this characterisation is. nasty and raw and real. trigger warning for discussions of suicide. M, 8.1k, no pairings

In Whose Shadow by voleuse — snippets of chase character study running from pre canon to s6. it’s a voleuse fic you’re gonna suffer and have a great time. gen, 684, background camchase

Retractions by KlayterMcCabe — chase-centric s3 camchase relationship study, runs between finding judas and half-wit. gets them both SO WELL but especially chase. T, 2.2k, camchase

[frotees-corner]

Between the Lines (fic upload!)

Trouble is up! (as well as the teeny tiny prologue/ tl-dr, but I've posted that here some while ago already.)

In which Rook meets or favourite wet-cat assassin for te first time, in literal wet-cat mode.

This is the first entry in my self-indulgent series of shorts-that-want-to-be-a-fic about my canon Rook Ceres and Lucanis, because I still have things to say about those two idiots.

Yes, that is the same Rook like in my Blighted Treviso AU, she's just making the 'correct' city choice this time (and we're definitely delving into the drama of what that means for a Shadow Dragon Rook that the game denied us).

If you want to know when I put new entries up, you'll want to subscribe to the series ;)

Snippet:

Rook realized that Lucanis was trouble the first time she laid eyes on him.

There was just something undeniably attractive about a man casually dispatching several Venatori in a matter of seconds without even drawing a knife. It didn’t help that he was definitely easy on the eyes, even unkept and dressed in rags as he was. Some people simply had good bones.

Though “oh no, he’s hot” probably shouldn’t be her predominant thought when addressing the man eyeing them wearily once the bodies of his captors bled into the sand.

[retroautomaton]

✨Okay, here are the July goods for Ko-Fi Shop Members! ✨

This one took just a little bit longer to get out, mostly because I played around with the color guide, trying out a new style and adding some character snippets! Also, for July’s special commission, is the Beach Card! Give me your character and I’ll put them in some trunks or a suit in a teeny beach backdrop! As always, thanks so much for the support, and hope you enjoy the goodies!

On Ko-Fi! ☕️

[suzukiblu]

Been looking through your assorted aus page and the link for "weird amnesia Timberkon"/"for the game young" is broken (as in, the tag does not appear to exist). It seems like you put a lot of time into that page so I figured you'd want to know (and also selfishly I am very interested in finding out what weird amnesia timberkon entails)

WHOOPS, my bad, messed that one up. Should be all fixed on the page now, though! Oddly I only seem to have one teeny lil' snippet up for that AU, to my surprise, could've sworn I'd posted more? Sooooo as thanks for catching that busted link for me, have a nice big chunk of the WIP behind this read-more, hah.

So Superboy is apparently an idiot. Then again, whatever, if Bernard were an indestructible telekinetic half-alien he would probably also not worry too much about looking subtle in his civvies or maintaining a secret identity, and also it's been a while since he's heard anything about the guy doing any active superheroing anyway so maybe Superboy is just assuming that the entire planet somehow forgot about his teen heartthrob superhero posters and all those close-up high-def publicity shots of his very public face and whatever? Oh, and also that one time that he literally fucking died to save the whole freaking world and the big ol' memorial statue. Statues? There might've been two, come to think. 

So maybe an idiot. 

A very hot idiot, though. 

Well, whatever, Bernard figures, taking a sip of his boba tea and idly watching Superboy check out his boyfriend from the far side of the cafe like he's a sad puppy in a shop window who just wants a little love. Tim is looking at his phone and appears oblivious to Superboy's existence. 

Bernard assumes Tim's doing that thing where he pretends to not be Robin, for obvious reasons. That thing remains adorable but is getting increasingly less convincing as time goes on. Like, he really doesn't know what Tim actually thinks he thinks he does in his downtime? There is no logical reason for a civilian to be either as ripped or as scarred as Tim Drake is, but part of being Tim Drake's boyfriend is pretending to be oblivious to those facts and also never questioning his flimsy excuses to run off at a moment's notice or disappear during a crisis or whatever else. 

Bernard tries to figure out how to politely extricate himself from the situation for long enough for Tim to go check up on Superboy, because Superboy very clearly needs to be checked up on. Unfortunately he went to the bathroom like ten minutes before the guy walked in all sad-puppy so the obvious option is out, and Tim knows damn well he isn't gonna call his parents for anything less than a full-on emergency, and his friends it'd be weird not to just text, and . . . fuck, he doesn't know. He needs an angle here. 

"I'll be right back, babe, just gotta duck into the bathroom real quick," Tim says, glancing up from his phone with an apologetic smile. Bernard relaxes slightly. Okay, that works, thank you, Bat-planning. Superboy can just follow Tim back to the bathroom and they can do whatever superhero sidebar they need to do back there. 

But then Tim gets up, gives him a peck on the cheek, and heads back to the bathroom, and Superboy . . . doesn't follow him. 

The hell? 

Bernard represses a frown and takes another sip of his boba. Superboy continues not to follow Tim. He just sits there at his own little table with his completely untouched drink, looking like the saddest puppy that has ever sadded. 

Bernard is mystified. 

Are they having a fight, maybe? Is Tim ignoring Superboy because of that, not the secret ID stuff? That seems weird and not very Tim-like, fighting or not. But Superboy's in Gotham and came into the cafe after they did, so he can't be the one avoiding Tim. But also he didn't follow him to the bathroom when presented with the very unsubtle opportunity to do so, so . . . what the hell? 

Weird. 

Bernard takes yet another sip of boba and keeps watching Superboy. Superboy seems oblivious to said watching, but he guesses the guy is pretty famous and is a very public superhero and is always doing impressive shit and all that, so he's probably used to being watched. Oh, and also he's stupid, stupid hot. 

Bernard cannot imagine being this used to attention, but apparently Superboy is. Bernard, of course, is not a punk idol superhero built like a porn star and a supermodel had a threeway with a bodybuilder. So like, that particular bit of mental dissonance probably makes sense and all. Life experiences are not universal, and all that. 

Especially not when the life experience one is comparing oneself to started in a cloning tube. 

Well, it's not like it's a burden for Bernard to have a free pass on checking out a hottie while he waits for Tim to come back from, presumably, waiting for Superboy to come and talk to him. Which Superboy is just . . . not doing, still. Inexplicably. 

Still, sad puppy or not, Superboy's civvies look damn good on him, so that's something. Bernard's enjoying them, like as an aesthetic experience and everything. Superboy's wearing an unbuttoned red flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves over a very tight black tank top and even tighter light wash skinny jeans that are bafflingly intact, considering the fact that a dude with Kryptonian-level super-strength is currently vacuum-sealed into them. 

Does tactile telekinesis work on skinny jeans? Is that a thing? Like, are Superboy's jeans currently indestructible? 

That sounds amazing, actually. 

Also, those buckled-up black leather boots he's wearing look like they could straight-up kill a dude, Kryptonian power-assist or not. And the shiny mirrored sunglasses and ridiculous multitude of even shinier gold piercings all suit the guy, somehow, and even without looking like too much. 

Relatedly, Superboy's tank top is very, very tight. 

Also relatedly, his nipples are apparently pierced. 

And so is his belly button, it looks like. 

Ngh. 

Superboy's vacuum-sealed jeans are not quite tight enough for Bernard to figure out if he's got any below the spike-studded belt piercings, but his imagination is happy to fill in the blanks there. He's tempted to ask for Tim's theories on the existence of any such piercings, because yeah Superboy has super-hearing but Bernard has no shame and Tim logically should know, buuuuut he's still pretending not to know Tim is Robin so yeah, probably he shouldn't do that. 

He could start a new conspiracy board for it, maybe. That'd be fun. 

Superboy also has leather cuffs on his wrists and mismatched rings and necklaces and a really hot fade haircut that is noticeably windswept, and really, really looks like something that Bernard would like to see somebody dig their fingers into. Just–look, there's curls. Bernard cannot be blamed for curls. 

And he's trying not to eye the cuff bracelets too much, but they provide very nice inspiration for a certain style of kinky thoughts. Not that Superboy couldn't snap basically any set of cuffs that wasn't made of kryptonite or promethium or like a magical kryptonite-promethium alloy or whatever without even trying, obviously, but like, somehow the thought of the guy having to restrain himself more than anything else makes the whole mental image hotter? Like, somehow? 

Bernard pictures Superboy wearing a pair of cheap flimsy sex toy handcuffs and trying very, very hard to keep himself in them while someone else takes very careful inventory of all his piercings, wherever and whatever they all just so happen to be. 

Jesus. Yeah, there's a thought. 

Is it weird to consider flirting up your boyfriend's superhero bestie while he's badly pretending to be a civilian, Bernard wonders? Is that a thing? 

Probably, but he still has no shame and is also in an open relationship, so whatever. 

Hell, who knows, in retrospect maybe Tim actually arranged this setup specifically for Bernard to get an eyeful of his work crush. Like, Bernard always felt like Robin and Superboy had some significant UST going back in the day. Maybe Tim wants to finally do something about that, and the setup idea sounds like a very "Bat" approach to doing said something. And it'd explain why Superboy didn't follow Tim to the bathroom and maybe even why he's coming across kind of anxious right now, if he's trying to psych himself up to come over or something. Like, if he's nervous about making a good impression, though Bernard cannot imagine why he ever would be. Well, not like Supers are known for their undercover skills, so . . . 

Either way, if that's the plan, Bernard is very fine with it, so he decides to go find out for himself and picks up his drink to head over and chat the guy up. Worst case scenario, he’s just gotten his hopes up a little, he figures. Best case, he’s putting Superboy out of his “oh god, how do I do undercover” misery. 

"Mind if I sit?" he asks, and flashes Superboy a grin as he gestures at the empty seat at the other half of his table. Superboy looks weirdly startled, like he somehow expected to go unnoticed despite being a literal superhero who is also unspeakably hot and is also wearing very, very tight clothes that he's this close to busting out of. Like, at least half a dozen girls are actively checking him out right now, as is the dude behind the counter and the old guy on the sidewalk outside who’s busy badly pretending to be reading the outdoor menu board instead of checking out Superboy’s ass through the front window. 

So yeah, Bernard really does not understand that apparent assumption. 

Come to think, maybe Superboy has some self-esteem issues or something. Bernard admittedly might also have self-esteem issues if he were Superman's clone. Then again, if he were Superman's clone, he would look like Superman and also be very aware of how Superman himself looks, sooooo . . . 

Seriously, "younger and sexier punk rock Superman" is not a vibe that Bernard can imagine going ignored all that often. Or ever. 

“Uh–what?” Superboy says. 

“I’ve been temporarily abandoned by my boyfriend and I’m easily bored,” Bernard clarifies politely, though obviously Superboy was staring at Tim long enough to have noticed said abandonment the moment it happened. “So, mind if I sit?” 

“I–sure?” Superboy says, looking nervous. Bernard puts another tally in the “too bad at undercover work to follow the Bat-plan” column. Whatever, the guy’s trying his best, he’s not gonna judge him. 

There's a pin on the inside of Superboy’s flannel, Bernard notices as the other shifts awkwardly in his seat, and is vaguely puzzled by the sight of it. Like, it's just a little thing and he doubts he'd have even seen it if he weren't in this close to the guy, but . . . 

Just–yeah. Little pin. Just like a cheap little round button, like the kind that comes out of the dollar bin at all sorts of random stores. And it's hidden inside Superboy's flannel, mostly, but it's definitely got the S-shield on it. 

Bernard is perplexed. Even in Gotham, it's not like it's weird to see people wearing Superman merch. So like, why is Superboy hiding that?

“Cool,” he says as he files that away as a little oddity, and takes the empty seat. Superboy continues to look nervous. Bernard continues to work on figuring out if his weird Bat-boyfriend who he’s not supposed to know is a Bat set him up on a blind date with his superhero bestie. The nervousness supports the theory, anyway. 

Man, this dude really is even prettier up close. How was he Tim’s bisexual awakening with this guy around and in close quarters with him? Like, he’s flattered, don’t get him wrong, but also maybe Tim has some vision problems and he should get that checked out before it inconveniences his nightlife. 

"Sooooo like . . . what do I call you?" Bernard asks, peering across the table at him curiously. "Because the obvious option seems like a bad idea, obviously.” 

"‘The obvious option’?" Superboy stops looking nervous long enough to look confused instead. 

"Yeah?" Bernard says, cocking his head. Superboy cannot possibly think he’s being subtle here, so . . . "I mean, I assume you don't go by 'Superboy' when you're dressed like that. Like, that's the whole point of being dressed like that, right?" 

Superboy stares blankly at him. Bernard cocks his head the other way, now officially the confused one. 

"What?" Superboy says. 

"Okay, sorry, this is the thing where you-know-who still insists on pretending he's not Robin, isn't it," Bernard realizes, which he really should've realized would be a thing from the start. He supposes that makes sense even with Superboy’s total lack of subtlety, though, superheroes probably do have to really commit to that thing. Especially ones who work for Batman and Superman. Or . . . just around Superman, maybe? Bernard is not fully clear on that particular superhero hierarchy. "My bad. So, uh, what do I call you, because there is obviously no obvious option. Obviously.” 

"You . . . recognize me?" Superboy croaks. 

"Uh," Bernard says, brow furrowing in bemusement at the very weird expression the guy's currently wearing. "Yes? No offense, you're kind of recognizable. Like, do you even have a secret identity? I mean, you're a clone, right, and I know you were just doing the full-time hero thing in at least Hawaii, so I actually have no idea if you ever bothered making one up or not?” 

"You recognize me," Superboy chokes, just staring at him, and then bursts into tears. 

. . . well, that can't be good.

[niceminipotato]

How about a lil sneak peek of the chapter? Like a tiny kernel because as always we are here at 7.4k words and counting. I feel like Lady D and Nine have taken this one away from me. I’ve tried to limit their work but they have had their say and I can’t undo what they’ve done. All that’s left is to embrace it. Either way at the rate I’m going it’s safe to say that an update is imminent this weekend. Either later tonight or tomorrow. No promises but it really feels like it’s almost done.

Anyway… here is a teeny tiny snippet from the chapter. Read if you’d like. If not you should be able to see the full thing soon. Just wanted to give you guys something.

“Why is that so important to you?” The lady asked softly and when Nine looked up she continued, “it must be important to evoke such a reaction from you. Especially when I know for certain that you are in pain.”

Nine wrapped a hand around the ring and looked up at the lady, “I… I don’t know.” The lady tilted her head and frowned. “Can���t… can’t remem-ber.”

“You had it before?” The lady asked and she nodded. “Mother Miranda allowed you to keep it?”

“Sh-she took it onc-once.”

“What happened?”

Nine shook her head slightly, “can-can’t remember.”

“You blacked out.” The lady deduced, she seemed to excel at such things. “You blacked out and yet you still have it. You came to and you had it.” Nine nodded because it was true that was what she remembered. The lady watched her for a while. “Interesting.” She seemed to be in deep thought but soon spoke once more. “As much as I enjoy having you on the ground groveling, I think it is time to get you in the bath.”

[watcheraurora]

Alright @slooopes XD I’ll give you a teeny bit about all of them XD

They're all Ranchers pretty much so... take that how you will XD

Burn Out 2: logistics hell but I think I'm finally gonna make some decent progress toward getting it done

Supernatural Frat: the roommate pairs are thus: Grian & Scar (top floor), Imp & Skizz (top floor), Joel & Etho (bottom floor), and Jimmy & Tango (bottom floor)

Brass Walls: Steampunk Ranchers! Heavily inspired by Tango's S10 base! Tango is the captain of the airship and Jimmy is one of its passengers! Tango's design is also influenced by his Create Mod skin :-D

To The Skye Part 4 Solidarity-Tek: Uh... legal adoption time XD The Ranchers are going to officially be Skye's dads

Burn It to the Ground: Angsty LimLife Ranchers semi-breakup one-shot that I may never finish

I'll save The Tinkerer for last to talk more about it

Impostor: Among Us AU (vibes, anyway), Jimmy's an impostor on the ship Tango is an engineer on

Guardian Angels and Their Demons: Skizz mentors a newly-formed guardian angel, Jimmy, and introduces him to his demon buddy Impulse, and they happen to also meet Impulse's fellow demon buddy, Tango ("demon" is a generous term for what Tango is)

Isekai: character Jimmy is literally isekai'ed from basically our world into a sort of fantasy version of Hermitcraft season 10

Siren Song Part 2: more platonic Scarian with some relationship development Ranchers as the B-plot

Admin: server admins are "born" and a group of rogue admins are starting to wreak havoc across the multiverse and Hermitcraft has to shut down its border walls and keep all the Hermits locked inside for their own protection Because nothing could ever go wrong that way...

The Tinkerer: Tango has seven piercings evenly spaced up the bottom of one ear (right ear) that were all originally small gold hoops (because Nether) but because gold is so valuable in the overworld, he wears four steel hoops and three gold hoops. He was given those piercings by his Netherborn mother, whom he's never met. So he does not understand the cultural significance of the piercings (but they're meant to be to keep the piglins from attacking. Like wearing a gold piece of armor, just with less gold required)

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Here's another tiny snippet of The Tinkerer:

Absentmindedly, Tango stuck his head in the forge to check on the sword’s progress as it heated up. A shriek made him jolt. He withdrew and whirled around. Standing near the forge’s outdoor workspace was a young man around Tango’s age, maybe a little younger. He had warm dark gold hair and wide dark eyes. A chainmail shirt hung over a blue padded undershirt. There were holes in it to allow for a pair of enormous yellow wings to furl lightly against his back. His hair was carefully tamed and he looked pristine. One of the knights or noblemen, probably. Or at least in training. He seemed young. Tango’s tail slipped off the hilt of the sword and whipped around his leg to keep it out of the way. “Hi!” he greeted brightly. “Give me just a sec and I’ll be right with you!” He adjusted the sword to be stable without him needing to hold onto it and then wiped his hands on the apron around his waist. The nobleman stared at him, unmoving, looking utterly terrified. “How can I help you?” “You—you were—you were in the forge!” the young man exclaimed. Tango glanced over at the forge, his long, pointed ears flicking and making the row of piercings up the bottom of his right one wiggle. “Oh. Yeah. I do that,” he said.