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Ooh I wanna include something like this in the fic I am working on.

The key word is hypothermia for that one!

I’m sure it’s rare for the Batkids but that post-danger adrenaline dump probably still gets them every now and then, especially as their JL missions get larger in scope or stakes. Dick is calm and cool headed during the fight but ten minutes after he’s bone-white and trembling a little because he saved Damian from going off the side of a ship, he saw Jason go down with a shot to the shoulder (he’ll be fine) and Cass screamed into the comms at one point. And all that adrenaline builds up and builds up but the fight is abruptly over. And you can’t hold onto that energy so it all flows out of you, all at once.

Bruce probably has a whole procedure for getting Robins through that adrenaline dump. Because it’s a physiological reaction. Trembling, lack of focus, jittery nerves. You get this incredible high adrenaline during the fight and you feel invincible. And then suddenly you’re in Bruce’s arms trying to remember how to breathe.

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This idea scratches something within my brain

Late at night, exhausted to his bones, werewolf au Geralt drives his beat up truck on a dark, empty road through a forest, dangerously close to the scent marks of another pack's territory. He checks his mirror, sees Eskel's truck right behind him, sees Lambert asleep on the passenger seat, just like Vesemir who is sleeping next to Geralt. Ciri is curled up in the back.

All they have and all they need stuffed into two cars. On the road for months. Driving from one motel to another, looking for a place to call their own again. Geralt is reaching his limit. He needs a break. In the distance he sees the flickering sign of a 24/7 roadside diner. Geralt signals for Eskel to stop and together.

Quietly they divvy up the money between them. Eskel stays with their sleeping family and Geralt heads into the diner. The pack's scent is strong inside and for a moment he hesitates. But the hunger and need for coffee are stronger than the fear of running into other werewolves.

The diner is mostly empty. Two truckers are sharing a booth in the far back. One has fallen asleep next to his coffee, the other also doesn't look much more awake.

A woman in her mid thirties is sitting at the counter, flipping through magazines with a distant look in her eyes. Someone is singing in the kitchen. Geralt leans against the counter, eyes drifting over the menu on the wall, silently calculating how much money they'll have left after this. Maybe if he only takes a small coffee for himself....

A young man comes out of the kitchen, apron tied around his hips, plate in hand, happily singing along to whatever song is playing on the radio. Geralt's eyes widen as he smells the familiar scent of werewolf alpha.

He walked straight into the pack leader.

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THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED

For the rest of our lives

Bonus+

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Hsjajkajahwuwu

So many good tumblr posts that make me wanna write moreeee

This fits my interpretation of their relationship so well!

Because I hc that Damian actually has a lot of respect for Tim, because of his skills and achievements and that's why he is trying so hard to establish his superiority in regards to Tim. He has the feeling that he has to match him or even surpass him to be accepted, but from an outside perspective it just looks like he has it out for Tim for no reason.

And Tim already feels his foundation with the Wayne Family is unsteady, so each harsh word simply seems like proof that he's right and no one really wants him here. The fact that Damians requests for pets or other things are easily fulfilled in contrast to the way his rare request were usually shut down pretty quick hurts like an open wound.

Both of them are unaware of the others real feelings and no one else seems to see how their relationship could have been something entirely different, if for a few simple changes.

I just want them to become brothers in spite of the tragedy that is their relationship.

"You're lying," Damian said. 

And honestly, Tim had to laugh, "I don't know why you think I am. I asked to keep a cat, Alfred said no, and that was that."

"But that..." Damian furrowed his brow. Tim's voice was taking on a different tenor than usual. Something a bit more strained. "He let me have a cat."

"Yeah," Tim said, cringing when his voice cracked on the word, before trying to play it off with a casual shrug, "you're his son."

And Damian was fooled for a moment. He had his mouth half open to reply that he was the blood son. He was different. Superior. 

But he paused upon the fact that Tim hadn't just made that point for him, he'd given him an example. 

The cat. 

Tim had wanted one and been refused. Damian had wanted one and had been obliged. 

He had wanted a dragon and been obliged. 

But Tim couldn't have a cat, and Damian, whenever he asserted his superiority, had thought he was lying. 

He was lying in a way. They were the same. Tim was a well-respected associate of his father, but... 

You're his son. 

But that didn't mean as much as Damian assumed it did. 

Damian assessed his options before doing something he usually avoided. He swallowed his pride, looked at Tim, and said, "I...don't fully understand what your place is here."

Tim gave him a smile filled with enough sympathy to make something ugly roll in Damian's gut. "Me neither, kid. Me neither."

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Oh my goooooood I wanna write this so badly, my fingers are itching. Just. The idea of passive aggressive caretaker Jaskier with a big amount of mischief and a general want to take care of his witchers???

Like. He found them and he will make them feel better if it kills him???

What do you mean you don't get to have good things in your witcher life??? You just haven't been stubborn enough about it, just you wait and see, Jaskier got you!

I can absolutely see Geralt bluescreening every time Jaskier gives him something nice and runs away with a tinkling laugh.

Lambert might square up and growl every time he hears those damned little giggles that hint at Jaskiers presence, but mind you, he will enjoy the little snack the fae left for him, even if he glares at everything while eating it.

Eskel will startle very badly every time Jaskier suddenly appears close to him on a rainy day, pressing healing balms into his hands that help with the way his scars itch due to the weather, and he'll always feel a little guilty about the way he doesn't quite manage to thank Jaskier before he is gone again.

Vesemir won't tell anyone about the extra thick blankets he found in his room, or the way his bed is suddenly much fluffier then before. Just like he never tells anyone about the way his body hurts less and his sleep is much better than before, the improved bedding helping against the aches that come with old age.

The cats, once they manage to get to Kaer Morhen, are hissy and bristle every time they get approached by one of the other witchers, not yet trusting their new surroundings. No one is surprised about the fact that Jaskier does not get the same reaction, each time he seems to appear out of thin air, the cats seemingly knowing whenever he approaches. No one says anything about the way some of them aggressively rub their cheeks against Jaskiers soft hair, whenever he does something nice for them, or the way they stalk away all stiff and grumbly, daring anyone to comment. No one remarks on the way the Cats start to relax more and more around the keep, until it's not unusual to find a pile of them just napping in a sun spot. (Everyone notices when Jaskier gets included in the pile. Nobody is surprised when more often than not, witchers from other schools seem to get included in the cuddle pile, whenever the fae is around.)

Most of the other schools have only a few, sometimes only a single member left. No one really expected Jaskier to be able to find Leto, or the last remaining Griffins and Bears.

But he manages.

Not all of them join them for the winters, but they still find it easier to breath in the cold winter air, knowing that somewhere in a certain mountain range, there is a place they could call home. Knowing that somewhere, there lifes a fae that loves all witchers, even though the rest of the world thinks them monstrous, or a necessary evil.

The keep is no longer a cold crumbling strong hold, but a safe haven, which rises back to its old glory with each winter that sees it getting taken care of by more and more hands, rebuilding, fixing, warming its halls.

And in the evening, once everyone has gotten the work done for that day and the hunger in their belly is gone, the, will settle in the big hall, that only a few years ago, housed only the few remaining witchers of the wolf school and is now bustling with the nearly a hundred people.

And every evening, each and every witcher in Kaer Morhen will settle down next to kin, to new allies and old bonds, and listen to the voice of the fae that made them come together.

And every single evening, Jaskier will stand there, look out across the hall, see his witchers home, safe and loved and smile.

Fic idea where Jaskier is a fae who keeps breaking into Kaer Morhen despite everyone's best efforts.

He doesn't want to hurt any of them (obviously), he just thinks the Witchers are cool and wants to shower them with affection. So he breaks in every winter and brings them food and helps fix up the keep and makes sure they're okay and sings them songs.

The Witchers are understandably very upset and freaked out by this random fae breaking into their home every winter. They spend so long trying to ward the keep against him, they try chasing Jaskier away, there are multiple attempts on his life. Jaskier just laughs and boops them on the nose before fluttering away. They end up reluctantly accepting him like one of those wild foxes trying to domesticate themselves.

Jaskier then starts kidnapping leading other Witchers to Kaer Morhen and the keep eventually fills up with very confused, very grumpy Witchers and a very satisfied fae who's happy with his collection.

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This would probably be a very fun read :)

I love the idea of the 'fairy peak' realising that Shen Jiu genuinely enjoys the presence of women without it needing to be about romance or sex. Also the picture of them adopting them as their grumpy but protective uncle is beautiful.

Okay, but? I just thought of the funniest/best crackship/rare-not-pair?

Tianlang-jun+Su Xiyan+Shen Jiu+Shen Yuan

As in yes, the Shen TWINS. Who? Probably weren't/aren't twins? Like? Shen Yuan definitely just sorta shows up out of now where? Hauled back to the Sect by Shen Jiu, who DEFINITELY was an only child the last anyone knew of it, from like... a night hunt or visit to town? And he's like...

"Found a weird plant."/"Qi deviation"/"Killed a malicious blue window spirit. Possibly a god."

No, he will not explain. This is HIS now. No one look at HIS brother. He's keeping him.

Like? Yeah, they can kinda SEE that, Shen-shixiong. Maybe relax the death gri-? *feral street kid territorial hissing* MOTHER FUCK! Yue-shixiong! Come get your nightmare!!! He's biting! AND MULTIPLIED!

At least? The new one? Seems very nice?

.....naive, almost...

T-too nice....

Okay, they can see why Shen-shixiong was worried. The Fairies of Cang Qiong collectively side eye each other, nod, and agree to cut-a-fucker if anyone tries to Lewd the Baby. No wonder Shen-shixiong is vibrating with aggression and stress.

And like? Somehow? Hiding them on the women's only (with only the exceptions WE allow) peak? Cuts down on Shen-shixiong's infamous brothel trips? Like he still GOES, but it's more "visits with occasional stays" and less "constant stays over night"?

.......waaaaait a second.....

*turns around and actually looks at what he's doing on their peak, which is sleeping while girls chat and play music around him as his brother does someone's hair near-by*

Motherfu-! Shen-shixiong is a prettyboy! Brothels are full of women and have GUARDS! Of COURSE! Is he even SAFE on Qing Jing?! *furious note comparing with each other as dots start to come together*

Like? His reputation is still SHIT. Shen Jiu is still "the lecher" to outsiders and jealous men who CAN NOT comprehend being surrounded, constantly, by gorgeous women for any other reason then sex. But like? The Fairy peak knows. He's their bitchy martial uncle. The "Never marry and all men are bastards" uncle. The "Will tear a person's soul out and feed it to them, if they cross him or us" uncle.

You can totally hide behind him and go Nyeyeyeye~ >:P at someone and he'll still side with you if you do it sparingly enough. It's GREAT.

Of course, this would get Qi-shemei and Lui-shixiong fighting. Because Lui-shixiong is listening to his peak mates, who are PERVERTS. And are slandering the Shen's, INCLUDING their wittle baby A-yuan(!!!), by suggesting they are-! ARE-! *furious martial sister seething*

Shen Jiu decides? Discretion is the better part of Valor here. Night hunt time. Let's go, brother. I'll even let you look at the beast before I kill it.

They stop in town. Near the Guady Assholes territory. Shen Yuan would like to peruse the book sellers. Indulge his favorite hobby... ripping apart the plot of Bad Books. He is, after all, a bit of a hate reader at heart. He gets his "allowance" (what am I, a child?) (Yes.) (BROTHER!) and wanders off....

Oh! OH? A Most Handsome Man?! He looks like Luo Binghe fanart made real! But slutty and more playful? Rougish. N-not that he NOTICES such things! Because he is very straight. Only girls.

Tianlang-jun? Meets a cute book buddy while waiting for his girlfriend. He got them big ol startled baby animal eyes. Tears apart books like he's gripped them in his teeth and mauled until the books entrails fell out. VERY fun to tease! Hey, Yan-er~♡? How about a third?

*Su Xiyan looks Shen Yuan up and down, sees the clueless Bambi eyed/easily flustered blink, and kinda wants to ruin him*

Oh FUCK NO! Says Shen Jiu! Crashing onto the seen. His "someone is trying to lewd my not-a-brother-but-you-cant-prove-that senses" a tingling. BeGONE, harlots! You degenerates! You-! YOU-! SEX HAVERS!!!!

Well now... what a high stressed, vicious, mean, bitchy, highly competent yet pathetic little man...

*dual interest noises*

So begins there chasing the Shens. Shen Yuan going "idk, maybe we should-" and Shen Jiu going "DO NOT! Don't make eye contact! Don't BREATHE in their direction! Their sex having kind need NO ENCOURAGEMENT."

And? The Old Palace Master? Slowly but surely losing his SHIT.

Because? It's ONE thing, which is bad enough, to lose his Pwecious Su Xiyan to another. But to lose her to THREE? People are TALKING! Whispering! Suggesting she's a DEGENERATE! When EVERYONE knows it's that Shen Jiu boy! And that DEMON.

And!!! The BEST part of this Ship? The SINGLE BEST part?! Is!

WHO'S HAREM IS IT~?

Su Xiyan? The only woman? The clear "Top Energy" Queen of this whole polycule? Only one with the people skill, ruthlessness, AND common sense? Does she have a harem of pretty boys?

Or is it Tianlang-jun? The obvious choice? What with being the Demon Emperor. Did he just... decide he has a thing for Cultivators? Picked a pretty empress and a pair of twins on the side?

Shen Jiu? Is his beauty/seductiveness/lewdness THAT powerful? That he would somehow hook not only his own brother? But a HEAD DISCIPLE? And the EMPEROR OF ALL DEMON KIND?! He IS said to be a strategist...

Or the quiet dark horse, Shen YUAN? Mysterious past, beauty that hits you like a punch to the gut. Kinda makes you want to throw your life at his feet and beg him to take it. Wifebeams. Wife beams EVERYWHERE. Truely, only the most powerful could defend a place at his side.

Again, the Shen's aren't related. Shen Yuan Transmigrated. Shen Jui was just like "hey, thanks gods. I WILL take this Free Twin. Mine now! You are literally never getting this back!" After most likely SUPER MEGA DEATH murdering the System for trying to kill him. Shen Yuan's body is a construct. It might not even be human.

But they DO look alike! And since when has Shen Jiu ever explain SHIT?

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj

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Rereading your own fanfiction is so funny.

It can either go: oh. Oh I fulfilled a lot of clichés back in the day. Whoopy. (Occurs when reading old fanfiction from your teenage years you meant to make special and different but turned out like a hundred others because you rushed it and posted it immediately after writing)

Or: Oh, oh wow, this fulfills all my favorite tropes and OH YES I LIKE THAT (Has just occurred during a read of my most recent fic that I worked two weeks on and edited 4 times before posting and was just exactly what I wanted to write)

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Posts like these make me wanna write a MHA fanfic even more

Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

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Celebration time! First JayRoy fanart!

Another uncleaned sketch out of my sketchbook (sry, moving takes time)

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Not a very clean sketch but I thought it was funny

Again out of my sketchbook

First Fanart for The Hobbit I think? Honestly I can't keep track...

Anyways pretty sure Fili dared Kili to do this. The question is, will he survive?

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Another sketch out of one of my sketchbooks

The only Kon I am allowed to draw is leather jacket Kon, or else my friend will come for my kneecaps :)

Post patrol snack if you want, Kon is feeding his favourite bird

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I'm currently moving and went through some of my (many) sketchbooks. I found. So. Many. Batfamily. Sketches. That I never posted up until now!

This one had to go here simply because I love Dicks Flower Wreath. I'm not too happy about Tim's hair, but Jay's morning cigarette is a vibe. I'm not sure what exactly Damian is having a crisis about, you decide.

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I can't even

The chaos

the reason Jason started learning to cook was because before he died he used to go to Dick’s apartment like once a month for stilted forced ‘brotherly bonding’ on the demand of Alfred, and Dick had to cook them dinner every time up until the time where he mixed up the salt and the cocaine he’d been holding onto for evidence for one of his cases and he accidentally drugged them both to shit. the night ended with them deciding it would be a wonderful idea to go on a quick patrol and they blew up like three cop cars. Dick paid Jason off to never tell Bruce and after that Jason refused to let him cook for them and had to learn how to do it himself.

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Fanart for 'give me the creeps' by Spooky_Vanilla on ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/121260025?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_888663484

Tim and Kon lovingly stalk each other in this fic. Tim's brothers are concerned.

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Shoutout to future archaeologists who should know better by then

future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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This gave me a vision of something I wanna draw for them as soon as I finish my thesis

Nothing will ever be sexier than these two sharing a cigarette. I feel lightheaded

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Shoutout to all struggling artist, writers, creators, who feel like their stuff doesn't get noticed and what's the point if no one sees it?

I have read fanfictions and original works with almost no notes that stayed with me forever. My childhood self was severly influenced by books seemingly no one else knew about. I could fill a whole damn attic with the things I drew, painted, created, things I have put time and effort into, that no one but me knows about and might never see the light of day again.

Even if you feel like no one sees your creation, put it out there.

Don't stop creating. If not for the fact that your art, your work means more to other people than you can ever know, then for the joy of creating itself, for the sake of yourself.

when in doubt about whether or not to make a thing, do it for your 3 hardcore fans.