#starry writes stuff

[starrypawz]

“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, just like that, please don’t stop.” “…Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m highly uncomfortable.” 

AO3 Random Dialogue Prompts

There’s a half naked goth sprawled over Nemo’s bed. 

“Alright,” Nemo perches on the edge of the bed and turns the jar of coconut oil in their hands, “You need me to rub this in?”

“Yeah,” Gerry (the half naked goth sprawled over Nemo’s bed) mumbles and looks up, pillow clutches in his arms, “Just a light layer,” 

“Alright,” Nemo unscrews the lid and gives a pleased hum at the whiff of coconut before they slip a couple of fingers in, less pleased at the texture before they turn their attention to the fresh black ink that marks his shoulder blades with the same eye design that sits over his heart. 

They gently brush over the inked skin and

“Sorry!” Nemo’s hand pulls back as he flinches. 

“I’m ok,” He shrugs, “Guess it’s still a bit tender,” 

“So…” Nemo pokes lightly, “Not my freezing fingers?” 

“Nah,” He sighs, “It’s… Actually kind of nice?” 

“Oh…” Nemo swallows as they feel him shift under their touch as they gently brush over his skin, “Good,” 

He stretches out more in a way that reminds them of a contented cat and Nemo bites down on an affectionate chuckle as they check over his skin, “They seem to be healing up ok-” 

“Early days yet,” Gerry groans theatrically, “The itchy phase is coming,”

Nemo gives a sympathetic, “Oof,” as they work. 

He flinches again.

Nemo pulls their hand back. 

“I’m fine,” 

“You’re,” Nemo gives a testing poke, “A little tense,” 

He snorts, “Are you that surprised?” 

“Should I-” 

“Don’t stop,” He clears his throat, “If you don’t mind?” 

Nemo gives another testing poke into the tense muscle,

“Oh,” He groans softly, “Right there.” 

Nemo slips into clinical reflexes that haven't quite gone rusty yet. Guided by the way he shifts under their touch and his murmurs of encouragement as they work their hands over his skin, soft and shower warmed.

His breath hitches and then comes out as a long, soft sigh as he relaxes into their touch. 

They press harder and he gives a muffled moan that Nemo does their best to pay it no mind even though warmth rushes to their cheeks. 

They do their best to keep their thoughts… clinical.

Think about the anatomy under their hands, nerves, muscles, ligaments, tendons, bones, how they all interconnect, how tension and pain is a common malady. They’re applying light massage, a well known therapeutic technique that relieves said tension and pain which is a common malady. 

He gives another soft moan.

Nemo swallows. 

They’re applying light massage, a well known therapeutic technique that relieves tension, doing so causes the release of various hormones, endorphins, serotonin, dopamine which are all known to induce pleasurable feelings. 

This is just a particularly sore spot.

His reactions are perfectly normal. That’s all. 

But under that is another set of thoughts, ones that remind them there’s a half naked goth sprawled over their bed and they have their hands all over him. 

And those are countered with the fact he’s their friend, and they’re just helping him with his new tattoo. And him being half naked around them is honestly pretty mundane at this point, and it’s not like they’ve never touched him before… 

And then that second set of thoughts comes back with a vengeance to remind them about how-

He moans again. 

Louder.

“Gerry!”

“What?” He mumbles into the pillow.

“You’re…” Nemo swallows, “Getting a little loud,”

He gives a muffled mumbled sound of confusion into the pillow and then looks up. 

Nemo sighs, “And… we’re not alone?”

(Thankfully said returning housemate had returned after Gerry was done with the shower, a small mercy) 

“Huh?” 

“Fuck’s sake,” Nemo groans, “Do I have to spell it out?” “Oh!” Realisation dawns on him and he buries his face back into the pillow with a mumbled, “Oh shit,” before the snorting laughter start

[starry-bi-sky]

Danny hurts.

That's nothing new, but he thinks he deserves to talk about it still. He hurts specifically behind his eyes, as if he's been doing nothing but stare at a screen all day, and his lungs feel shallow and stifled like he's run for a mile without stopping. There's an ache in his knees like abdominal cramps, stretching down to his calves and slightly up his thighs. His shoulder blades ache, rooting center towards his spine, snaking down to his hips.

It's bearable, but he still hurts.

It was a nightmare that brought him here, with his arms wrapped around Bruce's middle like a cobra and his ear pressed to the man's stomach. It's not a heartbeat, but he's already checked for it, and if he stops and listens, real quiet, he can hear Bruce's internal organs gurgling. So it's the next best thing, it means he's working as he should.

Bruce's curved finger draws a line down his spine, and then back up, slow and soothingly. Danny shudders involuntarily, gooseflesh popping up on his skin, and his arms tighten briefly, then loosen up. He shakes for a moment, and then tries to sigh out of his nose in a way that didn't reveal just how awful he felt.

"…Tell me about flying?" Bruce asks him after a few seconds of silence, voice quiet and low; tentative. The petting doesn't stop, and Danny blinks slowly. To think, first, and then to try and come up with a response. His jaw feels heavy and sluggish beneath the skin, the way it usually feels when he doesn't want to talk.

He cleans the cobwebs off, tightens his fingers around Bruce's shirt. Loosens it. "Incredible," he croaks, "Weird. It was— crazy. Instinctual. All I needed to do was think about it, and then not even that after I got used to it. I'd think about going up and- and I'd go up. Or down. And I'd tell myself to slow down or go faster, and- and uh, I would."

It's weird, talking about his powers to someone who isn't Sam or Tucker- or, or Jazz. Even weirder for it to be an adult. A living one, that is. And one that would just— just listen. Just like that. And ask questions with no judgement, none that Danny could pick up on anyways.

He starts drawing abstract shapes into Bruce's back with his finger, trying to think. "It was- it was so weird, and so cool. Have you ever— have you ever had one of those hyper-realistic dreams as a kid, where everything felt real? It was like that." He continues, and the tension bleeds out of him, and the grief, and the hurt, "I could go as— as high as I wanted, and since I didn't need to breathe, I didn't need to worry about choking."

Bruce keeps quiet, and it's a bit of a relief, Danny's gaining steam. "I wanted to touch the stars," he tells him, staring unfocused, "and I had this revelation one day, uh- I think the summer after my accident, that I could now. I didn't have to wait anymore. I could probably fly up and up and up, and I'd be in space." It'd been a ground-shaking revelation to him, and it'd shaken and then shattered his foundation of rules and what he could and couldn't do.

He focuses back in on the feeling of tracing the edges of Bruce's ribs, and Bruce does the same to his spine. "I- I uh, didn't. Of course. Going up- was— well— I, I'd never been that high before. I tried to, once, just to see if I could. And then I looked down, and Amity was a bunch of specks below my feet. Like an ant colony. Or a bunch pebbles." It had been amazing, and horrifying. He could see it from one end to the other, and he only knew where home was by the OPS Center on the top, sitting like a satellite.

Danny swallows the spit gathering at the corners of his mouth, "It was terrifying," he says, "I thought that if I kept going up, I'd lose Amity and never be able to find it again. I knew Earth was always rotating, I got scared that if I went up, when I went down Amity wouldn't be where I left it." He trembled the entire flight down to the ground. It'd felt like some sort of epiphany to him, or a kind of enlightenment. His mind had pushed past the borders of what it thought to be foundational, and now a bubble had popped. And he didn't like it.

"I went back down, and told myself I'd try again when I was older." And the world was less scary.

[astrxealis]

i miss being on here lowkey holy shit my queue is only 50 now i may need to #return soon Anyway Hi guys imy ily all meowmeowmeow :3 ٩( 'ω' )و

[starry-night-author]

June of Doom Day #18

"I'm fine." | Self-Defense | Allergies | Headache |

June Of Doom Prompt List @juneofdoom

cw: attempted murder

Hero soundlessly slipped into the room, softly closing the door behind them. It was nearly pitch-black, the door blocking out all of the warm, yellow light, leaving them in nothing but the dark blue shadows.

"Villain?"

The lump on the messy bed across from them shifted, curling further in on itself. "Go away."

"Oh, Villain, I'm so sorry." Hero moved to them, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I had no idea Superhero would try to pull something like that, I'm-"

"Go. Away." Villain growled. "I don't want to talk about it."

Hero let out a slow breath. "I don't want to leave you like this."

"I'm fine."

"You're not. You had your trust violated and your life put in danger, and it's- it's my fault. I'm so, so sorry, Villain." Hero reached out, resting a hand on the lump of blankets. "That was sick of Superhero, I will be talking to the agency about it-"

"They tried to kill me!" Villain sat up in a flurry of blankets. "You realize that, right?! They knew exactly what they were doing putting onions in there, that way they could've passed it off as an accident if I did die!"

"I know. I know Villain, I know." Hero reached for their hand, and Villain quickly pulled it away. "That's what's going to be hard moving forward, is they're going to deny they knew you were allergic. They can pass it off as an accident."

"Because they don't want the city to know they tried to kill me at a peace meeting." Villain pointed out.

"I know. But hey," they put a hand on Villain's shoulder, and this time they weren't pushed away. "I'm not going to let them get away with it."

[ssstarlighttt]

Sara has always had a knack for knowing what to gift others. Holiday shopping is typically a walk in the park for her each year. Today, she's knocked out her shopping in one go, managing to find gifts for everyone important in her life.

Well, everyone except for a certain prince.

BOOM happy fic exchange day! this fic is a gift for @anja-the-sane-panda through the 2024 just dance holiday fic exchange, hosted by @halfratsalready! you can read it here, happy holidays everyone!

[rouge-the-bat]

shall i tag you in a shadouge oneshot im working on 👀 im doing day 5 of shadouge week

HELL YEAH IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO BE TAGGED IN SHADOUGE STUFF !!!!!! 👀👀👀

[melverie]

HELLO?????????

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

girl's honest desire to give moretti funeral business

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

Not a crook

[starrypawz]

AO3 What can I say I had an idea

On the shore of The Dreaming he senses something that ebbs and flows with the tide.

Whatever that something is very…

Small

Tired

With a broken heart… 

But the heart still beats strong. 

Curious. 

Gently he reaches out and

A crow? Most curious.

The crow, more than a little bedraggled, tilts their head as they stand.

“Caw?” (weakly) 

“Easy now,” 

Caw…. Caw?... Caw!  (Slightly panicked)

“No you are not, much longer though and you likely would have met my sister,”

Caw!! (Profanity) 

Caw (Apologetic) 

“That’s an… understandable reaction… although I will say she is actually… very nice.” 

Caw? 

“I am known by many names but… Often I am known as Dream,” 

“Caw!” (Introductory) Dream gives a faint smile, “I am aware,it is a  pleasure to meet you Monty the Crow” 

He regards the Crow who has just informed him that he is known as Monty (although he knew that already)  some more and then asks.

“What was your aim?” 

“Caw,” “London?” 

“Caw,” and then “Caw?”

“Unfortunately you didn’t get very far,” 

“Caw,” (Dejected) 

“Agreed, that was a rather foolish idea,” Dream tilts his head, “I must ask why did you undertake this fool’s errand?” 

“Caw?”

“I… can only sense fragments, you are rather weak right now,” 

“Caw,” (Panicked)

“Do not worry, you are safe here,” “Caw,” (Grateful) 

Dream pauses.

“So Monty the Crow what was the goal of your fool’s errand?”

“Caw?” 

“I only sensed fragments, you are… rather weak right now,”

“Caw,”

“You are safe here,”

“Caw,” (Grateful) 

Monty pauses and the way his feathers ruffle translates as a sigh before he takes a couple of hops that translate somehow as ‘pacing around whilst trying to get your thoughts together’

“Caw…” Another hop, “Caw… Caw…. Caw,”  Another hop, “Caw” (Dejected) 

“That… that is a rather noble cause,” Dream reaches out and then pauses, “May I?”

Monty nods. 

Dream lightly scratches him on the head, feather soft under his fingers and Dream feels a soft rush of affection run through him as Monty leans into his touch and ruffles his feathers and gives the faintest hint of a smile. 

“I… I sense you have not been treated kindly,” He offers his hand and Monty struggles to hop up. 

“Let me,” He soothes as he carefully guides him into his hand and lifts Monty closer to his face.

“I am sorry that has happened to you,” Dream stiffens, “Who… Who did this?” 

“Caw,” “A witch?” He pauses and… feels, “One named Esther Finch, I know of her and… I can sense she has met her long overdue fate,”

“Caw,”

“Maybe that offers you some comfort?” Monty moves his wings in a way that somehow reads as a shrug.

“I… I know what it is like, to be trapped,” Dream sighs, “Taken by someone who seeks power they do not deserve.. Let alone understand.” 

Monty tilts his head again.

“Tell me Monty, Tell me your story,”

“Caw-” 

“I am fond of long tales…” Dream smiles, “And we have all the time in the world whilst you are here,”

Monty ruffles his feathers and then 

“Caw-” 

And then after some time. 

“That is… quite the tale.” 

“Caw?” 

“Yes… now what,” Dream sighs, “I think I can aid you?”

“Caw?”

“Do not worry, I would not pull you into such a bargain, I would also not expect you to serve a new master so soon after gaining your freedom,” 

“Caw?”

“So…The Witch Esther Finch turned you into a human, tell me Monty do you wish to be back in that form?”

“Caw… Caw…” He pauses, “Caw?”

“I see… Understandable you do not want to be bound to one form… even if you found thumbs incredibly useful,” He gives an amused snort and gently scratches Monty on the head, “I believe… I believe I know someone who can aid you,” 

“Caw?”

“No he is not a witch… although I guess he is bewitching in his own way,” “Caw!” (Teasing) Dream swallows, “I am… incredibly fond of him.” Dream pauses, “You… you remind me of him, he is… an incredibly kind soul, eternally joyful,” He smiles, “Even if he is a little foolish at times, His name is Robert Gadling although he prefers to go by Hob, ” Dream pauses, “So Monty The Crow if you agree, once you awake you will find yourself in London,” 

“Very well them,” Dream pulls him against his chest, “Now rest,” 

Monty rests.

Hob awakes to early morning light through the window and realises he forgot to shut the curtains again as he winces  whilst in the background he can hear the ever present drone of the traffic of 21st century London. He finds his laptop in the bed and connects dots he was planning to grade just a couple of more papers last night, but judging from the Turnitin page that greets him when he wakes up the laptop that he’d fallen asleep about a quarter into grading the first one.

Later… later. Deal with that later.  At least two cups of coffee later. 

He’s just about to pass through to the kitchen when he notices something at the living room window.

Matthew? 

No that’s not Matthew.

Wait… that’s not a raven anyway, the beak’s the wrong shape and they’re too small that’s a… 

Crow. 

Oh. 

There hadn’t been A Visit last night (It’s actually been a while but not quite long enough that Hob is worried) but Hob had in that point where reality is a little… loose between waking and sleeping had heard a whisper. It’d been somewhat cryptic (He didn’t expect anything less) but the pieces start to slot together. 

Hob shakes his head with an affectionate snort as he lifts the sash window. It’s thankfully a warm morning. 

The crow tilts their head at him. 

“Well… come on in?” 

Hob takes a step back and watches as the crow hops through the opened window, carefully he shuts it behind them. 

There’s a pause for a moment before they hop from the windowsill and then

Falll  to the ground. 

Hob is caught off guard for a second before there’s a ruffle of feathers and then. 

Ah

So that’s why there’d been something about ‘spare clothes’ that’d sounded rather out of place coming from Dream. 

Hob now looks at the dark haired teenager who had been a crow moments ago who sits on the sofa. The borrowed t-shirt and shorts hang loose on him in a way that looks more ‘Handmedowns from an older sibling’ than ‘fashionably baggy’ 

The teenager looks up at him through curtain bangs with dark eyes that are bright and… oddly captivating.

Just like someone else I know. 

“So… Monty, right?”

Monty nods. 

“Dream?” They say, voice still croaky, “Sent me to you… somehow? Said you could help me?” 

“Hopefully?” Hob clears his throat, “So… are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” 

Breakfast. Right. That’s at least a problem he can fix. 

“Ok,” Hob smiles, and hopes it looks less nervous than he feels. “I’ll go make us something and you can tell me all about… whatever’s going on,”

“Sounds great!,” Monty’s voice is bright, almost a little too bright for this time in the morning and gives him probably the softest smile he’s ever seen before Hob turns into the kitchen. 

What the hell have you gotten me into this time?

[horatiocomehome]

ISAT is perfect for fandom activities, like it's got worldbuilding! It's got angst! It's got awesome characters and found family and banter! It's got ANGST! It has TIMELOOP! Did I mention the ANGST!

[the-starry-raven]

@forestshadow-wolf @queermentaldisaster I need some backup stuff to help with writing Soap for my comfort fic- do either of ya (or anyone else reading this) have anythings- I wanna make this goodddd-

Also gimme lovey nicknames/unique complements if you got them, this one's gonna be good (or at least I'mma try to make it good)

[creature-of-the-stars]

Weeds Among Stones: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Wedding Bells & Warning Lights -> read here

Chapter summary: Letant and Edith spend quality time in close quarters, and Vreenak and Jo get troubling news.

No warnings for this chapter.

Tag List (please, let me know if you want on/off this list): @wafflingchemist, @starrynightgardens, @bigblissandlove1 @deepspacedukat @horta-in-charge @romulanhorsegirl @darkmattervibes , @indignantlemur

I forgot about how posting an announcement to tumblr was a thing, so sorry for the spam if any of you have already seen this come though via email (@starrynightgardens specifically, because I saw your review pop up in my inbox 🥺).

EDIT - Gif credit for Letant and Vreenak goes to: @deepspacedukat

[creatively-cosmic]

im twenty four pages deep into a slideshow of trying to document the full timeline of where every pokemon game falls in missing numbers and i havent even started writing notes yet

[mushroommanchanterelle]

Till Dusk is getting a Lore Boost <3

[starryluminary]

OH also I think I already have the theme for the next one cause I’m completely normal about Noco. But it might not be for a whiiilllee. At least when I get more of my energy back