#so. like. someone. pls help

[dykenav]

struggling to finish the griddlehark smut bc I don’t know how to explain the setup for how they got into This Situation

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[princema-k]

ha ha ha wheeeee

(individual smaller expressions under the cut!!)

bonus:

if a total of Two (2) people are interested i will ramble abt my hcs abt layton's emotions REQUIREMENTS HAVE BEEN FULFILLED!!! check here for my rambles :)

[oleafia-art]

all of the ire i’ve swallowed, all of the coals that still sit in my gut, i am always burning up

[ladyhavilliard]

mo dao zu shi tarot

the hanged man:  pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives

wheel of fortune | jin guangyao

death | wei wuxian

the tower | jiang cheng

[guccigarantine]

I’m 100% supportive of people becoming obsessed with a background character in something but when people start saying something is bad because those background characters don’t get any character development we gotta slow down a little

[elodieunderglass]

So for some more details:

- I am fairly time-poor with a huge amount of commitments: Grownup Job Senior Promotion, three small kids on summer holidays/starting school, writing a novel fanfic for sick friend, peak growing/harvest season at allotment, etc. so im only offering “what I can actually deliver” at this time

- swan comic is a new idea, people like those don’t they? Not sure of how fundraising mechanism would work here but maybe taking prompts?

- not sure how essay would work but it’s probably my best/most appealing skill?

- material items in exchange for a minimum fixed amount. So offline I’m most known for material works. I’m not a BAD printmaker / craftworker and for this I would be looking at designing a sort of limited print run of greeting card style original hand printed prints. I know you guys aren’t familiar with this work from me, so this would involve a bit of trust that An Art from me would be worth at least £5 lmao. However it’s kind of nice to get something real in the mail right??

- super worried about fandom auction so this would be mostly a register of interest that I’d take to more experienced people and use as leverage to start an auction; I’m not in a great place to provide much actual legwork here. I also have huge guilt from like 2000-something where someone paid A HUNDRED AND LIKE 20 DOLLARS to charity for earthquake survivors and I DID NOT FINISH THE FIC AND I HAD to write to them, weepingly, apologising forever about it, and they were so graceful, they forgave me and wrote off my fandom auction contribution, but I had never watched the tv show they requested and was in the process of romancing dr glass and it all went SO wrong, this MIGHT heal my scars of shame from fandom auctions generally OR might make them worse. It itvery hard to write fic actually it’s my worst skill pls don’t pick this

Anyway

I will dance like a monkey and get sick kids out of Gaza. What would you like to see most?

[lotus-pear]

WOULD U GUYS STILL LOVE ME IF I DID PERSONA 5 FOR MY 13K DTIYS ☹️☹️☹️☹️

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- love and deepspace masterlist

A week ago today, Sylus and I reached affinity level 100! It’s kind of impressive considering we had only “known” each other for 90 days when we did.

So of course we had to do a little couple photo shoot with our rings💞

and my mc is so fucking cute, I love her

[jellyfishfem]

grooming is when *checks notes* we talk about the dangers of the sex industry

[anemonugget]

Hello again aphblr

Please enjoy my funny Zane art. I love him, i cherish him, he’s evil and chaotic and silly and emo <3

Is this lore accurate zane? no probably not. But hems silly. 💜

my handsome boy <3

[arkaniske]

Glitter & Gold.

2600ish words\ SFW\Jayvik

Summary: Jayce notices something new with Viktor, this has to be inspected closer. For science, of course.

He was no stranger to Viktor’s golden eyes however- the precise line of eyeliner accented by the faintest glint of shimmery copper at the corners of his eyes. It made the gaze of his partner intense. Jayce felt his knees buckle ever so slightly underneath it.

Oh no.

The steady hymn of machinery filled the lab, only the occasional clink of tools and the quiet murmur of Jayce joined the hum of sounds. He had arrived before Viktor, a rare occurrence these days as he often had found his partner sleeping in their lab- not today though. He had spent the morning looking over yesterday’s calculations, circling out a few equations he wished Viktor to look over.

As if summoned the familiar clack clack clack of a cane echoed through the halls and the sound of the door to their lab opened. Jayce turned from his desk, nose still buried in his notebook.

“Good morning, Viktor! I was hoping you could have a look at-“ His gaze lifted to his partner and the words stopped in his throat, choking with the lack of breath. At first, he wasn’t sure what had caught his attention. Viktor, dressed as usual in his rolled up sleeves and white vest, even the red necktie that had become a staple in his wardrobe. No, it was none of those that had caught Jayce off guard.

He was no stranger to Viktor’s golden eyes however- the precise line of eyeliner accented by the faintest glint of shimmery copper at the corners of his eyes. It made the gaze of his partner intense. Jayce felt his knees buckle ever so slightly underneath it.

Oh no.

“Have a look at what, Jayce?”

Oh no.

“Oh uh- yes I…” Jayce blinked, jaw snapping shut as he forcefully had to pull his gaze back to the notebook. Calculations, he could do that. Right. Yeah. Math. Every scientist friend. Math didn’t make his knees buckle and heart jump. “If you see here-“

///

By the time the equation was solved they had settled into their familiar rhythm of the day. Well. As normal as Jayce could be about it all. He didn’t mean to stare, but his eyes kept darting back as Viktor moved about the lab, completely unbothered. Jayce did try to focus on the work in front of him, really, but every time he looked away from Viktor he started counting down the seconds to when it was appropriate to look back to him. He had started with a reasonable limit of 13 seconds between every look, but well… He was now down to 8 seconds.

Viktor settled at his workstation across from him, Jayce fighting a losing battle. He might as well have forgotten how to count with the way he kept glancing over.

“Something on your mind, Jayce?” Viktor asked, his tone neutral as he flipped a page in one of his notebooks. A flicker of amusement in his gaze.

Jayce jolted. “What? No! Nothing! Just, uh… thinking.” He waved his pen vaguely in the air as if that would explain anything. He should stop talking. “Y’know, equations and… science stuff.” Stop talking. “Hextech! Yea, that’s a big one.” Stop talking! “Math too.” Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking- Jayce stopped talking. Watching as Viktor arched an unimpressed brow, and Jayce wanted to crawl under the table.

“Hm. I see.” To say Viktor was unconvinced would be an understatement, but he still returned to his work. Jayce started counting 15 seconds this time.

He couldn’t just blurt it out, could he? Hey, Viktor, you wearing makeup? By the way, it’s unfairly attractive and now I can’t think straight. This is a great day! That would go over well.

Instead, Jayce buried his head in his blueprints, scribbling equations that didn’t entirely make sense. Hours passed in their usual comfort, the lab’s air thick with the smell of metal and ink. Viktor remained focused, sharp as ever, while Jayce stole glance after glance, seconds ticking lower and lower, convinced he was being subtle.

He wasn’t.

When Viktor finally stretched and set his tools down in favour of his mug and reading over notes, Jayce felt his pulse quicken. His chance to say something was slipping away with the daylight. If he didn’t ask now, it’d eat away at him for the rest of the evening. Probably longer if he was honest with himself.

Gathering what little courage he had to clean his throat. “So, uh… Viktor.”

“Hm? What is it, Jayce?” Viktor didn’t look up from the paper and sipped from his mug.

Jayce fidgeted, tapping his pen against the table. “I couldn’t help but notice… uh… are you, um, wearing makeup?”

There was a beat of silence before Viktor finally looked up, golden eyes sharp with curiosity and the unmistakable shine of amusement. Jayce stopped breathing. “Yes.” Viktor said simply.

Jayce’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Words hitching in his throat again for a moment at the added intensity of a lined gaze. “Oh. Ah! Cool!” He winced at how high his voice sounded once it came back to him. “I-I mean, it looks good! Really good! Not that it doesn’t always look- wait- I mean-“

Viktor raised an eyebrow, cutting him off. The ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips as he watched his partner fluster. “Thank you, Jayce.” Soft gratitude.

The calmness was infectious and the smith felt tension ease out of his shoulders enough to find more courage. “It’s nice. I just… haven’t seen you wear it before, y’know.”

“Yes you have.”

What. What.

“What?” Jayce started to flick through his mental library of Viktor. He remembered freckled skin, dark and messy hair, the soft look of Viktor just waking up from a nap, the slightly jagged teeth, the little scar on top of his hand, golden eyes golden eyes golden eyes, sharp cheekbones- no, he couldn’t remember any glitter or red lipstick.

“Jayce, I do this every day.” Viktor answered with a shrug, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “A little bit of lining my eyes and neutralising dark circles, it is eh… making me look less tired. It makes people ask less concerned questions of my wellbeing and focus on what is important.”

“Holy shit, I never noticed…” Jayce leaned back in his chair, his head tilted as he processed the information. “Every day? Wait, is that why you were in later today? You were…” He gestures to his own face, tapping his cheek as if applying a powder.

“Huh? No, Heimendinger was chatty on the way to the lab. I felt rude cutting him off. My application only takes ten minutes or so.” He simply explained. “The reason why you are only now noticing… Well, I ran out of my usual products and forgot to collect more. What I am wearing now is kohl, it is darker and harsher than the pigments I wear everyday. The difference is subtle, not many would have picked up on it.” His tone warm with the realisation of how much attention his partner had given this.

The warmth was a spark to ignite the tips of Jayce’s ears into a light blush. “I… see.” He replied. There was an odd feeling of regret for never noticing before, to know that he might have missed the signs of an exhausted Viktor at the end of the day. Even more so he felt a twinge of ache at all the missed memories that could have been added to his mental library.

The soft sound of curiosity form Viktor was not lost to Jayce as eyes refocused to the man. “Would you like to try? You seem quite taken with it.”

Oh.

“Wait, now? I don’t have- I wouldn’t know where to start. I fear I would stab my own eye out or look stupid and-“

“I’ll do it for you.”

Oh.

///

That is how Jayce found himself comfortably lying on the couch with a pillow raising his head. Viktor had insisted on this instead of hovering over him on a chair. It’ll be horrible on my back, he had said. And who was Jayce to argue. Who was Jayce to argue that they both could sit on the couch and face each other when Viktor had swung a leg over his hips to straddle him. Who was Jayce to argue when Viktor spent a few moments adjusting his braced leg to not dig into Jayces skin. Who was Jayce to argue when Viktor leaned so close to him, to the point where their chests almost touched. No, there was no protest.

He counted 4 seconds now.

Viktor’s legs were warm and solid against Jayce’s sides, his weight pressing down in the most distracting way. Jayce’s heart was hammering hard, and he was almost certain Viktor could hear it, if not feel it when his hand came to a rest at his chest.

For a long moment, all Jayce could focus on was the faint scent of Viktor, the soft brush of breath against his face and the warmth- at this point he was unsure if it was his own or Victor’s. He only knew he felt warm. His mind a chaotic mess, every rational thought slipping away the longer Viktor hovered over him.

“Hold still, Jayce.” Viktor murmured, his voice almost teasing. He knew. He knew as his fingers brushed lightly against Jayce’s cheek and watched the man lean into the simple touch. Viktor did not get a reply to his request, only a weak nod and eyes fluttering shut. “Good.”

Jayce could feel the heat in his cheeks burn bright. With the first touch of a soft brush to his eyelid he felt his own inhale shake. Luckily it did not last long as he found himself incapable of breathing soon after as Viktor leaned closer. The shuffle of his clothes, the warmth of his breath on his face- He’s so close. His head was spinning with the thought. His hand gripping at the hem of his own shirt as to remind himself to stay there, to not reach for Viktor.

“Jayce?” Viktor’s voice was gentle.

Jayce kept his eyes closed. He knew if he looked he wouldn’t be able to close his eyes again no matter what he counted to.

“Jayce, you are forgetting to breathe.”

Oh, right. The burning ache in his chest was in fact not from yearning.

His inhale was sharper than intended and the ache subsided, at least the ache caused by asphyxiation. “Sorry, heh. I didn’t want to, yknow… Accidentally mess it up.” His voice was quieter than what he thought it would be.

“No need for an apology.” Jayce could swear he felt a gentle caress over his cheek as Viktor dismissed his sorry. “Open your eyes for me, will you?”

Who was Jayce to argue when a honeyed voice asked for his attention. He opened his eyes, thankful for the setting sun making their lab darker and gentler on his eyes. He counted two seconds before his eyes found Viktor’s. His heart fluttered in his chest as he found his partner already looking back at him, if it was a trick of the light or wishful thinking, Jayce swore he could see the faintest of crimson adorning Viktor’s cheekbones.

“You- uh. You’re done?” He asked almost hopeful.

“Almost. Just final touches.” Viktor answered. The soft bristled brush came to the outer corners of Jayce’s eyes. This time he could not look away. The soft expression on his partners face, the utter and complete focus as Viktor took his time to create symmetry. Jayce felt the tightening of his throat as he realised he was being studied with the same intensity and carefulness that Viktor would look over blueprints and his notes. The man above him was engulfed in his work, in Jayce. He couldn’t do anything but to stare, keep still and keep his breath even. He felt lightheaded and heavy at the same time.

Jayce had no idea how much time passed before Viktor spoke up again. “There you go. All done.” And then had the audacity to sit back up and regard his work. He rested a finger on Jayce’s chin, burning into his skin, as he easily guided his partners head from side to side. Eyes flickering over his work. Meeting no resistance from the man below him.

“How- I- how does it look?” Jayce felt his voice become thick with emotion.

“Very good. I am good at this, after all.” The corners of Victors mouth curled with a smile. “You look pretty, Jayce. So pretty for me.”

One second.

“Fuck.”

The distance between them closed quickly. Jayce wasn’t sure if he was the one sitting up or if Viktor was the one leaning down. They met somewhere in the middle. The first touch of lips were electric and hasted. Warmth surged through every nerve of Jayce’s body as Viktor’s hand slipped from his chin to his chest. Jayce finally letting go of his own shirt to find his partners waist, hesitant at first but finding the confidence to pull him closer when Viktor deepened the kiss.

Viktor tasted faintly of something sweet, like honey lingering on his lips, though Jayce couldn’t tell if it was from an actual sweet or simply Viktor himself- the thought made him dizzy. He let his fingers tighten against Viktor’s waist, the thin fabric a useless barrier between the two sources of heat. Viktor’s hand was still resting over his chest, steady and grounding, as if to counter the wild hammering of Jayce’s heart.

Viktor kissed with a deliberate intensity, his lips soft but unyielding, as if he were to memorise every part of Jayce’s mouth. And Jayce let him. His chest ached with affection, with desperation, with love. It was overwhelming relief of knowing the affection was mutual. That this was something he could nurture and grow, to cherish with Viktor. His Viktor.

Jayce couldn’t help but let out a quiet, desperate noise when Viktor pulled back just slightly. His golden eyes half-lidded and shimmering with something playful and tender. His smirk was faint but unmistakable, thumb grazing against Jayce’s bottom lip as lips parted. The flush was burning in Jayce’s cheeks as he felt himself tremble underneath the mans touch.

“You are easily flustered.” Viktor fucking purred, his voice warm and teasing, and far too composed for someone who had just stolen the breath out of Jayce’s lungs. He was fucked.

Jayce’s hand flexed against his partners waist, mouth opening and closing, searching for words that wouldn’t come. Instead, he surged up again, capturing Viktor’s lips into another kiss. A plea for more. Viktor’s hand slid up to cup the side of Jayce’s face, his fingers brushing along the jawline. Firm and reassuring. Giving what was asked for.

He could not get over how perfectly Viktor fit against him. His hip snug in the palm of Jayce’s hand, their chests pressed together, Viktor’s fingers threading through Jayce’s hair with such gentle care. Their lips parted with soft panting, small drag of teeth sending shivers down his spine all but making him whine into the kiss. He felt the hums of Viktor’s chuckle kissed into his skin. Burning hotter than any forge Jayce had stood by.

When they finally parted, both with heavy breaths, Viktor didn’t move far. His forehead rested lightly against Jayce’s, their breaths mingling as they stayed close. The quiet intimacy of the moment becoming sacred between the two. Jayce’s eyes fluttered open to find Viktor already watching him, something soft and vulnerable offered in his gaze.

“You- ah… the- uh. I didn’t mess up the makeup, did I?” Jayce rasped, his voice rough and edged a nervous laugh.

Viktor’s lips twitched with affection and amusement. “No.” He said softly, thumb brushing against Jayce’s cheek. “You look perfect. Though… We might have to redo the corners.”

Jayce let out a breathless laugh, his fingers caressing small symbols of admiration into Viktor’s waist. “Worth it.”

“Completely worth it.”

[echosong971]

local puppet discovers what sleep is for the first time after a sudden bout of the eepy

[diabolichare]

Familar Stranger

DP x DC au with a dash of dimensional travel where Danny, due to his ghostly nature, looks slightly different depending on how others perceive him. 

Warning: OP has no knowledge of space other than Google and is also a non-native English speaker; proceed with caution.

Same startup kits: Danny becomes the successor to the Infinity Realm (he's a baby by both ghost and human standards, so there's a temporary council for now). Anyway, he still has some power over the ghosts, so he asks them to lessen the amount of fighting to focus on schoolwork and "princely education." 

Now here's where my brainrot begins.

The Lazarus Pits, necromantic rituals, or portals of any kind that have "death" or "soul" in them tend to be connected to the Ghost Zone. However, the zone has its own defensive mechanism, so unless someone *Fentons* actively makes a gateway or has "experienced" death, it's nearly impossible to come upon the zone. A certain furry bridage in Gotham has unknowingly ticked all the checkboxes.

During a misson, one of the bats got caught in a magic situation and transported to the Infinity Realms. They wandered around, dogding ghosts, slowly getting insane from all these damn corridors and living paintings, before they stumbled upon a seemingly random door (CW is involved; he's having a great time testing the poor bat).

Opening the door leads them to The Universe. They closed the door, then opened it again. Yep, that's an entire universe complete with its own planetary systems and, oh, so pretty stars growing and dying in a blink of an eye. Another check around shows them that this is the only door so far in the endlessly long hallway. They look down (if there's even a down, for there's only infinity) and take an experimental step. The Milky Way lit up under their feet, with stars gathering around to form a twisting path to nowhere. 

For the next couple of hours, days, or minutes, they made their way through the galaxies. Just when they were about to spiral into a midlife crisis, they heard... humming? 

Have they finally lose it? They asked themselves before noticing a glowing figure sitting on an asteroid nearby.

"Hello?"

The figure flinched, and life paused. The blackhole by their left stopped spinning, the stars weren't twinkling, and the figure turned their head. Now it's their blood that runs cold.

"You're not supposed to be here."

Lazarus-colored orbs stared back at them with a familiar face but an unfamiliar voice. Damian tilted his head, looking at them in confusion (there's something wrong, wrong, wrong-). They blinked because, what the hell, seeing something other than a scowl on the boy's face is WeirdTM. Suddenly, that's a teenaged Jason(?) staring at them, much closer than he was before.

At this point, they realized— eyes moving over the entire regalia and the glowing crown that just appeared—they're probably in deep sh*t.

[frogcabbage]

Stede: "Dear Ed, I love everything about you"

Meanwhile, Ed:

[lotus-pear]

bsd fic authors i understand yalls pain SO well right now why is it so fucking HARD to write dazai. like i have a whole fucking spreadsheet dedicated to tireless analysis i have done on my part so i can accurately characterize him but he is such an unpredictable and morally gray character that it's hard knowing his limits and boundaries and where he draws the line for himself.