#writer's block is hell

[taciturnpoet]

i saw u reblogged a writers block post, just wishing u luck form a place of solidarity 😔

man i wish you luck too, it's not going well over here </3

[theaftersundown]

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

[chaosgoblinhours]

jaster mereel had to die young because the moment he ever had to meet palpatine on his home turf he'd take one look at the politician's eclectic collection and immediately go 'oh !! Is that a ceremonial sacrificial dagger of darth rabies???" and immediately go off on a tangent about old republic lore while palpatine gets bodied by at least five jedi in the background

[nondelphic]

if your writing feels bad, like really bad, just remember: someone wrote "My Immortal", and people are still talking about it decades later. go be iconic in your own way.

[rosieofcorona]

here, i'm making u something sad

[k3yboi]

CHAPTER 3 IS UP!! FINALLY!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60492838/chapters/158715256%23workskin

the official Queenie and the Spectres designs (aside from Annabel; i’m still finishing her’s and got tired so she’ll be taking a little longer but yk here’s a wip)

and also some chapter art….

[cuppajj]

hey sorry im just curious. How come you dont like beast x ancient? Whats wrong with it? arent they actually kinda like soulmates or somethin like that?

It's the mutual romance angle that I don't like, it just feels kinda off and wrong for me, given what the beasts put the ancients through. I just don't see the ancient going through beast-inflicted trauma and then turning around and confessing their love. I know some people give them aus where it makes more sense, and that's fine, but it's just not my personal cup of tea yknow? And again I don't have any issue with people who ship them like that, it's just ehhh not for me.

I WILL say that I'm behind the idea of beast x ancient if it's unrequited love though, as in the beast has a toxic crush on the ancient. That feels more in character to me. It's how I see SM/PV personally, Burning Spice could feel that for Golden Cheese post-chapter (lowkey waiting to see if ES/HB are the same. kinda hope so lol), and I suppose some people would still call that Shadowvanilla/Burningcheese? I wouldn't, but that just goes into a whole other topic of what classifies as a ship and what doesn't. It just boils down to the individual's interpretation at the end of the day, I suppose.

but all in all ship and let ship yknow, I have better things to do than join the CRK Shipping War lol. I've got my opinions and that's as good as that. if anything, im more bothered/tired that some of these ships take up 80% of certain tags, but not much you can do about that lmao

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (two of wands)

[http-tempted]

sorry I didn’t text back I remembered I don’t want to

[usermischief]

♚ Pairing: Sterek ♚ Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale ♚ Tags: canon divergence, getting together ♚ Words: 2883

ao3

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Stiles narrows his eyes. “Satisfied? Or do you need my social security number too?”

Still, Derek stays silent as he looks at him. It’s not particularly comforting – that is, until his gaze drops to Stiles’ mouth then flicking back up again, a slow smile curling around his lips.

Stiles’ heart jolts in his chest, and he clears his throat. “Delighted my trauma amuses you,” he mutters, disregarding the fact that he continues to make jokes about it as well.

“Delighted I don’t have to kill you.”

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Click.

Cursing softly under his breath, Stiles flicks the light switch up again. Down. Up. Down. Up. “Fucking hell.” Stiles massages the bridge of his nose. His stupid light. Everything else – even exorcising this damned place – worked out beautifully. Which is a miracle. Thanks to the residual demon, who infested this place after the previous owners fucked around – and found out – with a Ouija board in the late 50s, this house has been in a nightmarish state. Every inch of this place was a deathtrap. Rotten wood. Broken stairs. A ceiling, roof and second floor so unstable, a gust of wind could cause everything to collapse in a heartbeat.

Stiles spent more than one night in a tent in front of the house.

A bark cuts through the silence of the house, startling him out of his thoughts. Drawing his brows together, he looks past the stubborn ceiling light to the second-floor landing. The puppy he’s found under the house, white fur crusted with dirt and blood – aptly named Bobak, Bo for short – and who has refused to leave Stiles’ side ever since he fed him for the first time, is staring at him almost expectantly. Although some dog owners most likely won’t be happy about his lifestyle – flipping and clearing out haunted houses and constantly moving around – Stiles refuses to give Bobak away. Bo might not be the cuddliest or most social of dogs, he still makes Stiles’ life less, much less, lonely.

Bo barks again.

Stiles quirks a brow. “What? It’s not dinner time yet.”

Wagging his tail, Bo bounds down the stairs, nearly tumbling down the last two steps. He catches himself, jumps up the front door once before all but flying around Stiles’ legs then, finally, making a mad dash out of the backdoor and into the yard. There, he keeps zooming around, causing colored leaves to fly into the air, and barking his adorable little head off, too big ears fluttering in the wind. He’s going to miss Bo’s floppy ears once he’s grown into them.

Before Stiles can follow him, there’s a knock on the door. He glances up at the clock, narrowing his eyes once more as it passes the current bane of existence – maybe he should just get an electrician this once – and turns to the front door. It’s not late, per se, but darkness is setting in, and people are still keeping their distance to this place. So, he isn’t usually expecting anyone to swing by, even less since his closest neighbor lives around a mile away, but the person he never imagined to come over is Derek Hale.

Drawing his brows together, Stiles swings the door open.

“Hey.” Derek’s smile seems strained. To be honest, he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else – not unlike the first time they met at the only diner in town. Well, met might be stretching it. That day, Derek couldn’t finish his lunch fast enough, even Sally was surprised by his precipitate behavior. So much so, she commented on it while serving Stiles his food.

He had chalked it up to Derek sensing something about him the same way Stiles clocked him as a werewolf the second he laid eyes on him – aside from noticing that the guy is a walking and talking Calvin Klein advertisement. Instead of avoiding him, however, Derek kept showing up all over the place. It seemed accidental, but Stiles has dealt with enough supernatural creatures and grew up with a sheriff that he can recognize stalking behavior when he sees it.

Derek’s never been lurking around here, though.

Well, not until today, that is.

And Stiles’ heart is having a field day with it, which is rather unfortunate with Derek’s supernatural hearing and all.

Stiles manages to clear his throat about thirty seconds into the terribly awkward silence. “Hey.” He sounds like an idiot. He feels like one too. “Can I- do you-” Bo interrupts him with a slew of excited barks, zooming through the hallway and back out again, sending more leaves flying around; it gives Stiles a few seconds to gather himself. “You wanna come in?”

“I bought dinner,” Derek says at the same time.

They both stare at each other, and the silence makes Stiles’ neck grow uncomfortably warm.

Luckily, Derek cuts it short. “I’d love to.”

Stiles steps aside and gestures for Derek to come in. This is happening. He’s not entirely sure how or why, but it is, and Stiles is not about to complain. The last time a hot guy walked into his home was – when? Stiles doesn’t really remember. Which is sad, honestly. Sure, he’s been aware that both his social and love life have sailed off a cliff once he started dictating his life to ghost and demon hunting, but now, watching Derek stroll into his kitchen, he realized for the first time how bad it’s really gotten in the past four years.

“Looks good,” Derek remarks, almost curious in the way he’s taking everything in. “You did an excellent job keeping the old charm alive.”

Crossing his arms, Stiles leans against the large doorway leading to the kitchen. “You’ve been here before?”

Derek shrugs as he puts the bag with the takeout on the dinner table. “Teenagers and haunted houses.”

“Werewolves too?”

If Derek is surprised that Stiles knows, he doesn’t show it. Instead, an almost cheeky grin curls around his lips. “Werewolves especially.”

Stiles snorts and crosses the room. “I expected you to be smarter.” He glances at Derek, smirking briefly, and steps in front of the only cupboard he uses. The good thing about moving around so much is that he never collects any clutter. As a teen and college student, things looked very different. Two boxes, a couple of suitcases and his backpack fit into Roscoe anyway. Now that Bo is traveling with him, he’s got to figure out the new logistics.

“How’d you do it?” Derek asks as he takes the two plates from him.

Their fingers brush, either on purpose or entirely accidental. Stiles doesn’t know, but the touch sends a tingle through his whole body. A good tingle, great even, and Stiles hates to realize how touch starved he really is.

Stiles opens the fridge, scowling a little as he’s greeted with emptiness. He really needs to go grocery shopping. “Very carefully,” he replies and grabs two bottles of beer. “And lots of research." Once he's figured out where to look, finding pictures of old houses isn’t that much of a struggle. Often, he meets the previous owners, who either think he’s suicidal or are very happy to help.

Derek watches him, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “The demon or the house flipping?”

“Ah.” Stiles sets the bottles on the table and leans against the edge. “That’s why you’re here.”

Derek merely watches him, eyebrows climbing higher as his expression turns more and more expectant. An alpha after all. He’s probably used to people jumping at his command.

It might be fun to let him stew for a little longer. “You know, you could’ve just asked.”

“I just did.”

Stiles snorts out a laugh, “I meant ask me about why those werewolf senses are tingling whenever you’re around me.” He cocks his head to the side and decides to put himself out there, for once, “unless, of course, there are other reasons for that.” He’s got Derek in his house already and considering that he leaves as soon as it is sold, there’s no harm done, no awkward darting around each other needed in case he’s rejected. Two months tops, and he’s out of this town, where everyone knows everybody, and nothing ever stays secret.

Derek’s lips twitch.

Good. So, Stiles didn’t exactly imagine the lingering looks whenever they, clearly not entirely accidentally, ran into each other absolutely everywhere. In a town with less than 100 people, it’s impossible to hide anyway.

“Tingling?” Derek echoes, more amused than in disbelief.

Stiles lets his head fall back, watching out of the corner of his eye as Derek’s gaze drops to his neck then back up again. “You’re a poor conversationalist.”

“And you’re dodging the question.”

Stiles clicks his tongue, rolling his head to the left to look at the werewolf again. “Geez, D, you can’t just ask people why they’re making you feel weird.”

A flicker of annoyance dances over his features, either at the nickname or his refusal to give him the desired reply. Still, Derek props his hands on the table and leans closer, one eyebrow raised. “I can if I consider them a danger to my pack and territory.”

Fair point.

However, “I literally exorcised this fucking demon.” Although nobody has died in this house in almost a decade, Stiles considers it future deaths prevented.

Derek taps a finger against the table, allows red to bleed into his eyes.

Rolling his eyes, Stiles pushes away from the table and faces the werewolf, arms crossed firmly in front of his chest. Although Derek didn’t outright threaten him, Stiles is fully aware that this evening could easily turn into his last if the big bad alpha considers him too dangerous, which would very much be the exact opposite of how he’d prefer this evening to go. He sighs. “I was possessed by a nogitsune when I was sixteen.” Stiles doesn't miss as Derek’s expression return to stoic, listening, waiting. He sees the way his shoulders tense, the way something in his eyes shift, ever so slightly. The moment of truth, always and forever. "It did some weird shit with my body, cracked my mind like an egg, hence the whole-” he waves his hand around. “Thought I could do something good if I can pierce the veil, you know?” It makes him feel less guilty about the shit the nogitsune did while using his body like a meatsuit.

But that’s something nobody else needs to know about.

Derek straightens.

Stiles narrows his eyes. “Satisfied? Or do you need my social security number too?”

Still, Derek stays silent as he looks at him. It’s not particularly comforting – that is, until his gaze drops to Stiles’ mouth then flicking back up again, a slow smile curling around his lips.

Stiles’ heart jolts in his chest, and he clears his throat. “Delighted my trauma amuses you,” he mutters, disregarding the fact that he continues to make jokes about it as well.

“Delighted I don’t have to kill you.”

“You think you can kill me?” Stiles chuckles, playing pretend. Dealing with demons is one thing. They’re very capable of murder, more so than ghosts, but depending on their strength and rank, they need time – time to get into your head, time to fuck with you. They have to chip away their target’s defenses. Knowing and being prepared for a demon makes dealing with them a lot easier. Plus, if he’s learned anything from his own possession, it’s how to keep things out of his mind. Werewolves are a different beast entirely. If they want someone dead, all they have to do is pin them down and rip their throat out.

Derek pushes away from the table and all but stalks closer to him, narrowing the small distance the table offers. “Of course, I could.” He runs his fingers along the edge of the table. It’s one of the few things Stiles could repair from the old furniture, so, luckily, Derek keeps his claws in check.

Stiles swallows drily and rips his gaze away from Derek’s hand, locking eyes with him again. “Awfully confident there, buddy.”

His words are met with a near predatory glint in the hazel eyes. Beautiful hazel eyes, at that. Easy to get lost in.

Focus.

“You don’t scare me.”

Derek stops directly in front of him. They’re nearly chest to chest, and although Derek isn’t necessarily taller than him, Stiles feels weirdly small. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but the way he is holding himself, the way he is looking at him – as if Stiles is a rabbit cornered by the big bad wolf. Red bleeding into his eyes accentuates the whole predator predicament.

Fucking werewolves, seriously.

“Cute,” Stiles comments anyway, uncrossing his arms and straightening his shoulders and spine. “Still not scared, though.” They’re probably both aware that’s not entirely true, but he’s never been someone to back down from a challenge. “You gotta do more than creeping around in the bushes and stare at me with your alpha eyes.” Especially since the latter is actually pretty damn hot, which isn’t exactly helping the situation.

“I’m not trying to scare you,” Derek informs him in a casual yet amused tone.

“Really? Could’ve fooled me, big guy.”

Derek chuckles, letting his head fall forward as he does so – and Stiles can’t help but watch his mouth move. It’s fascinating. Every time he’s seen Derek, the guy has been scowling. Stiles didn’t think he could chuckle, much less laugh.

Fuck, he’s pretty.

Beautiful even.

His heartbeat picks up when Derek locks eyes with him again. “You’re not very attentive.”

“Oh, really?” Now, that is just plain rude and so uncalled for. “How do you think I’m finding these demons? By paying very close attention to details. So, I am attentive. I’m actually the most at-”

Derek kisses him. No ifs. No buts. No hesitation. He just does, and his lips are so soft and warm, their touch makes Stiles’ stomach twist with anticipation. Derek moves his hands and cradles his cheeks, thumb tracing a slow, ever so gentle line along his skin. All of Derek’s hard edges are replaced by something tender and raw.

Stiles’ heart stutters in his too tight chest, and his mind blanks, every single thought swept away by the warm lips pressed to his own. He melts against Derek, pressing closer as he curls his fingers around Derek’s bicep and his eyes flutter shut. A soft, almost helpless sound escapes his throat as a warmth floods through him, followed by a kind of ache Stiles doesn’t quite have a name for. They both settle deep inside of him, spreading into every part of his body. His entire body lights up with a want he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever, a need for closeness more than just desire.

When Derek pulls back, Stiles moves with him, desperate to hold onto the kiss just a little bit longer.

Derek regards it with a soft chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over Stiles’ lips.  

The sound alone makes Stiles wants to kiss him again, but he doesn’t, clears his throat instead. No words come, which in itself is quite the curiosity, and Stiles is almost relieved at the sound of paws hitting the wood. Here to interrupt any possibility of an awkward silence. Stiles glances over his shoulder, watches as Bo enters the room and sniffs the air. It’s probably best to be upfront.

Once more, he clears his throat. “I’m not staying.” He crouches down and can’t help but smile when Bo bumps his head against his leg, demanding attention. “At least not forever. Until the house is sold, and I found the next… target, I guess.” He runs his fingers through Bo’s soft fur as he tries to ignore the way his heart aches at the thought of leaving.

For the first time in years.

Which is ridiculous. He doesn’t know Derek; not how he is as a person, that is. He only knows superficial stuff. What happened to his family, that he’s a werewolf and that he owns the only garage in town, and that he doesn’t need to crawl under cars or get car grime and oil all over himself because he’s loaded. So, he’s either doing it for fun or for the people living in this town… or both. Derek seems to be a good person, but so is Stiles, and Stiles won’t lie — he’s not only a handful, he’s also not particularly nice. Many people called him an asshole. They’re not entirely wrong.

“I’m not asking you to stay,” Derek says as he slides onto the chair at the head of the table, very clearly indicating that he’s not planning on leaving soon. “But maybe I can convince you to come back.” 

Stiles blinks up at him, scratching Bo behind his ears. “You don’t know me.”

“Yet,” Derek adds and looks down at him with a smile.

This fucking guy is going to give him a heart attack before Stiles has figured out his favorite color. Aside from that, it dawns on Stiles that he may have misjudged the guy. “So, you stalked me because you like me.”

The tips of Derek’s ears turn the slightest shade of pink. Adorable. “I never stalked you.”

Bo barks.

“He says you’re a liar.” Stiles raises to stand and pulls a chair out. “I think you followed me around, but didn’t know how to approach me.” Smirking, he sits down as Bo uses his chance to curl up under his chair.

Instead of replying, Derek opens the bag of takeout and pulls out only the best of Sally’s diner. His ears turn just a shade darker.

Stiles props his chin on his hand, not even bothering to hide the smile forming on his lips. He totally could get used to this.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Blackout Freakout

✮ Sprout and Cosmo have a sleepover! However, a thunderstorm may ruin it... Or will it make the Moderns understand the berry boy just a little more? Who knows! (It's fluffy af I swear) ✮

❀ @soupiestzilla / @soupiestfics own the modern shellvision au ✿ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ❀

✾ I have severe writers block guys... Sorry if this sucks I just... I needed to do a write wrote or I was going to go insane but my brain wouldn't let me. So feast!!! Rah!!! ✾

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The day was winding down quite peacefully that night, with Toon Shelly and Toon Vee being tight in each other's arms, pop tab rings set beside them on a special red throw pillow they set up beside them just to hold their rings, fast asleep in their pillow pile. Sprout had just settled back down in his usual spot, tail curled over his feet, an empty cup that used to contain tea in hand. Cosmo sat beside him, reading through a cookbook casually, leaving sticky note bookmarks on pages with recipes he wanted to try. The Moderns sat in the pillow pile with the toons, Shanon nearby, the three watching a much more recent dinosaur documentary. A thunderstorm raged on outside, but inside, a different storm was brewing. A dinosaur nerd storm. Sprout just watched as the dinosaur nerds started ranting about spinosaurouses, then he looked over at Cosmo, who had just yawned.

"Getting sleepy, Sugar Cookie?" Sprout softly asked, and the sweetroll just nodded in reply, bookmarking a recipe for double chocolate fudge.

"I'm also really cozy too, I'm okay." The other replied softly, though the two immediately looked up when Gi ran through the room. The chaos entity just went right to the kitchen, then came back out with a large bowl of chips, going right over to the dinosaur fans and sitting near them. The two just giggled in unison when the dinosaur fans started to tell Gi all about dinosaurs- who just listened intensely, curious and happy to learn. So the two just went back to their own thing, Cosmo looking over a key lime pie recipe as Sprout looked outside again. He winced when the lights flickered, getting a tight grip on his arm from Cosmo- a reminder that he's right there.

"I hope the power doesn't go out..." Sprout whispered, and Cosmo nodded in agreement, making the pie recipe before turning to another one in the book.

"It'll be okay, we're all here for you."

"Thank-"

Sprout was cut off when the lights flickered again, now shivering and gripping onto Cosmo's oversized t-shirt tight. Cosmo stayed close, gently shushing his partner to help soothe him. The Moderns were silent, Gi was now holding an emotional support chocolate bar. Shanon also was quiet, sitting up fully now, ready to get up quickly and grab the candles.

The power soon completely turned off, and Shanon immediately sprang into action without a second thought, running right off to grab the flashlights, battery powered fairy lights and candles. Both scented and unscented, depends on the mood. Sprout was silent, breathing heavy, shaking as tears started to form in his eyes. Modern Vee just sat up fully herself, having no idea that turning her screen brightness up all the way to help everyone see was a terrible idea.

"Bad storm, huh?" She commented casually, Modern Shelly now looking defeated.

"That was an actually good ooooooonnnneeeee..." She whined, obviously just sad that the power cut off the documentary. Gi just sat there, looking at the two, soon nudging Modern Shelly really gently.

"Can you tell me more instead? I wanna know all about dinosaurs!" They asked, making Modern Shelly gasp excitedly and nod, and soon she was right back to telling the curious Gachapon all about dinosaurs, just like she did with her toon version a few nights ago. Gi just listened with great interest, which made Modern Vee chuckle at their adorable shenanigans before stealing some of Gi's chips. The gachapon just blinked at it, having no care at all, just invested in the dinosaur chat they were deep in now. The Moderns, and Gi, seemed to just be thriving, while Sprout was falling apart at the seams. Gasping for air, shaking horribly, tears streaming down his face, begging silently for any light source to show up and save him. Cosmo was doing his best, whispering soft words of encouragement and giving him lots of gentle affection, though it wasn't enough to soothe the poor thing. Sprout soon let out a stressed whimper-like noise and got up, scuttling off to find any source of light- of comfort, of an escape from the nightmare he was in. Modern Vee made yet another grave mistake just then- she turned to look at him, to laugh at the display of fear and panic because she thought he was overly exaggerating his fear of the dark.

He was not.

He bolted over to the light source like a moth drawn to a flame, and soon was trembling and latched onto her like she was going to save him, sobbing as he stayed huddled against her. He was terrified out of his mind, wanting to scream- to cry out for Sam and beg them to save him- but he couldn't manage even a slight sound through his uncontrollable sobs and gasps for air. Modern Vee stared at the guy, who usually was the tallest and largest Toon - now curled up so tight he was smaller than Toon Shelly - before just laughing out of pure disbelief.

"Seedly- dude- I'm not your mom, don't act like you're dying just because you want attention, dork." She teased, though when Cosmo came over with a look of genuine concern- when Sprout whimpered like a genuinely terrified puppy- she went silent. He wasn't messing with her... He was genuinely that scared. She knew what to do immediately, gently scooping up the ball and standing up with him, walking off to the kitchen. She heard that she was being followed, but she didn't really care, she just went right to the counter beside the fridge and set the scared boy down for now. Sprout didn't move- he couldn't move- he wanted to move so bad and lie and say he was fine but his body wasn't working with him. Cosmo soon was sitting beside him, rubbing his arm, gently reassuring him without a word. Modern Vee just went right to work, getting the scared man some feelings milk and some of the cookies he had made with Cosmo earlier before going right back over to him. After silently assessing if he could even drink anything for himself, and finding he probably couldn't even hold a hand right now, she grabbed one of the hundreds of silly straws from Shanon's special straw drawer (nobody knows why she has it, not even Shanon herself) and put it in the milk. She then somehow managed to get him to get the straw in his mouth, and he soon was slowly calming down from the green glow around them and sipping on the milk. Modern Vee couldn't help but smile a little at it, at how pathetically adorable he was, at how even the most mature one of the group could go sobbing baby mode on them. Cosmo just wiped his tears with a handkerchief now, smiling at the fact that his beloved was starting to calm down again.

"Thank you, for not judging him too much, I know he appreciates it a lot. I don't know why it's gotten so bad, but I don't really mind, I'm just happy he's okay." Cosmo softly spoke, gently taking a cookie and feeding it to Sprout, who just quietly munched on it after he was done sipping on his milk. He was still trembling and crying, but the gentle care and actual source of light were helping him calm down a bit. Modern Vee just nodded silently, putting the plate of cookies down so Cosmo could take over feeding the berry man, while she put the half empty glass of feelings milk on the other side of him.

"Don't sweat it, while I may not fully understand everything you've been through, I get having fears related to it. Even if it makes you act like a big baby, we're friends here, I don't actually judge. Too much." Modern Vee replied, getting a playful shove from the now grinning berry man.

"You do judge..." He mumbled, getting a laugh out of her.

"I said 'too much' for a reason, Seedly." She teased right back, flicking one of his leaf bangs. He just flicked her antennae, starting to finally laugh after his meltdown. Cosmo just rolled his eyes with a snort, shaking his head afterwards. He soon was giggling as the other two started laughing, while a very quiet and slightly tired Shanon walked in and started setting up battery powered lights around the kitchen so people could get drinks without worrying about running into anything from the power outage.

"The living room has lights in it, if you guys want to go back there. I'm just setting some tea lights in here... Battery powered. Cool, huh?" Shanon said, showing the trio the color changing battery powered candles. The three just nodded, making Shanon smile one of her sleepy but happy smiles before she went back to setting everything up. Sprout sighed, now fully calmed down- for the most part. He looked between the two, then yawned.

"I'm gonna go lay down then... Goodnight you two..." Sprout softly said, though he was stopped and had his ponytail fluffed and laughed at by the modern robot before he could even leave.

"Goodnight, dork." She stated once she was done messing with him, only getting a raspberry blown at her in reply before the berry quietly left. Cosmo looked at her, then stole the feelings milk and sipped it, then blinked a few times.

"This tastes exactly like my favorite icing flavor we'd make at Gardenview, the cotton candy one we'd use on the Astro cookies. That's really good!" He complimented, making Modern Vee's eyes widen. That's what must've made it work so well on him... A reminder of his sweet, shy little boyfriend. It all made sense now.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, kid."

"I'm an adult too..."

"Nah, you Toons are kids. Anywho I gotta take the whiteboard away from my girlfriend before she spirals into 3 am dinosaur yelling, cya dude." She simply said before walking off, though she didn't actually do that. Instead, she went and got Sprout something that was going to be a gift for the toons later- but figured he'd appreciate now. It was a stuffed seal with lights inside of it, supposed to be for keeping the nightmares away, but now it's for keeping the darkness away. She just placed it gently on the now sleeping berry's chest, watched him as he immediately latched onto it, then patted his head gently.

"Sleep well, Sprout. Hope the evil stays away tonight." She whispered, then turned away and went right back to her spot beside Modern Shelly and Gi, pretending she didn't just go soft for her 'arch nemesis'. But she did, and Sprout knew it, because after all the teasing, water wars, fake arguments and endless sarcasm-

They were still great friends that genuinely did care for each other.

And while he couldn't thank her for it now, he was eternally grateful for the gentle love and care he got that night. The dinosaur nerds just pretended they had seen nothing, Cosmo just kinda chilled quietly like he usually did, back to going through recipes in the book he had - just by a lemon cake scented candle now. The rest of the night was a quiet, chaotic but fun time... Without the 3 am whiteboard yelling, as it had become 3 am whiteboard whisper yelling because Shanon wouldn't let them actually yell - even if Shanon herself wanted to scream at the internet with them. The Toons had to sleep, and they respected that, even if the internet was wrong about their beloved dinosaurs.

[asexualjedi]

Still so iconic of Matt fraction to start his run like anyways off screen Clint and Kate who have met a few times before this run have become besties and are fundamentally now intertwined characters. Like and that’s just canon now. I think more comic writers should be willing to kinda just decide a new status quo like that especially with characters that have been under utilized

[theaftersundown]

me, forcing myself to sit down to write when I have no inspiration and it ends with nothing written and a massive headache:

[bluesbonney]

♡ a rainy evening ♡

Since the rain had started, you'd paced in worry, hoping that Billy was close to home or that he stayed at Tunstall's ranch to wait out the storm. When you looked out the window, the rain fell so heavily that you could hardly see the fence in front of your house.

For the sake of the vegetables you'd planted recently, and the new garden fence Billy had put up last weekend, you prayed that the rain continued at a steady pace and didn't get more aggressive.

A prayer that seemed a little silly, considering New Mexico's monsoon season started early this year. But still. For your little seedlings, you'd pray.

For Billy, you'd pray too.

The kettle gave a little whistle and you hurried over to it, glad to have something to focus on. A deep rumble of thunder made you wince as you poured the hot water into the teapot and waited for the tea to steep.

Focusing on one sip after the other, you cozied up under a quilt and watched the fire. Your white cat, Prairie, curled up against your leg, purring contently as you pet her. You weren't sure how much time passed like this until the front door was suddenly opening and closing in a hurry.

"Thank God." You leapt up from the couch and rushed to the entryway. Billy stood there, in the dim lamplight, water dripping from his hat. He managed a little smile; always for you, he managed that little gesture.

"Hi, honey—"

You rushed to him and threw your arms around him.

"Honey, 'm soaked—" Billy protested softly, not wrapping his arms around you, but still turning his head to kiss your cheek.

Shaking your head, you held him tighter, not minding the water seeping into your nightgown. "Don't care." You kissed him once, then twice in relief. "You're home safe."

Billy kissed you again as a cool drop of rainwater fell from the tip of his nose. "I'm here, everythin's fine. Is the garden okay?"

You took a shaky breath. "I've covered everything as best as I can. That's all I can do, really." You rubbed his back firmly, noticing how he was shivering. "Let's get you warm."

Leaving him standing on the rug and drying off with a clean towel, you rushed to the bedroom, grabbing him fresh clothes and a new nightgown for yourself. The rain pelted against the house harder, making you wince as Billy stripped out of his wet clothes. You gathered them up and threw them into a random basket and then tossed your wet nightgown in as well. You both quickly redressed in dry clothes.

A boom of thunder made you yelp and cover your ears. Immediately, Billy drew you against him, pressing your head against his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat.

"Shh, honey. I gotcha." He smoothed his palms over your arms, where goosebumps started to form. "Here, let's sit by the fire."

Gently, he urged you onto the couch and then wrapped the quilt around your shoulders. The second he sat, you climbed into his lap. Both to warm him up and also comfort yourself. Billy's arms wound around your waist as he rested his chin against your head. You took the loose edges of the blanket and wrapped them around him until you were both cocooned in warmth. Gently, you smoothed one hand over the back of his head, already feeling the way his hair curled as it dried.

"Hmm, thank you, baby." He murmured and rubbed your back. "You're warm."

You nuzzled against his neck. "I was so worried about you."

He kissed the crown of your head. "I'm just fine, baby. Just fine. Got you in my arms, ain't nothin' wrong now."

In this little bubble, the rain outside faded a little. You often made things out to be worse than they really were, your mind always attuned to the worst outcome possible. But here, in Billy's arms, it didn't feel like those worries could touch you. The thump of his heartbeat under your ear was soothing.

Wanting to be part of the cuddling, Prairie burrowed herself under the loose part of the blanket by Billy's hip. All that could be seen of her was her tail when she flicked it occasionally.

"Did you have a good day?" You asked softly, once the rain finally started to slow.

"Mhm." Billy already sounded half asleep.

"What did you do?"

"Boring things." The blanket slipped as Billy extracted one arm so he could play with your hair. "But I'm happy to have that, you know?"

You nodded. "I know." A boring day for Billy was much better than a hard day. Or a dangerous day.

Rubbing one hand over his chest in circles, you lifted your head from his chest. "I'll get dinner going. Can you add some more wood to the fire?"

Billy gave you a little squeeze. The corners of his lips lifted in that soft, boyish little smile that you loved so much. "Aww, but that means I gotta let go of ya."

With a little laugh, you pressed your lips to his. "Once we've eaten, we can go right back to cuddling."

"Hmm. Promise?" He tilted his head; eyes soft.

"I promise."

[nondelphic]

i wish future scholars would analyze my work the way they dissect catullus. like, 'here in this line they were clearly unhinged, and here they were deeply in love, but also they hated everyone.' but for that, i’d have to actually write something first.

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

What Satan was doing what could kindly be called kissing, but it was more like he was trying to devour you. You told him you wanted to try taking things further and he was the happiest demon alive. After he broke the kiss and took off his shirt he looked at you and saw how stiff and uncomfortable you look. Confusion and worry struck him that moment. Where you fine? Did he go too far? He liked being rough and seing you in pain, but only if you were into that as well. He would never willing hurt you if you want it. When he checks with you, you tell him to continue, but the quiver in your voice told him everything he needed to know. You finally tell him the truth and he laughs. Cuddles with you on the bed and calms down your worries. He loves you even if you don't feel comfortable with sex now... or ever. Sex isn't the most important part of a relationship, at least to him.