#ANNND THIS ONE

[motleyfam]

Mocktail

It’s just an act.

The staggering around, the boisterous laughter, the flirtatious comments at passing servers… none of it is real. Bruce is just working the crowd, leaning into that stupid billionaire playboy persona to try and shmooze some information out of one of the other rich bastards here. It’s for a case that he and Robin have been working on—he’d even briefed Jason on the plan prior to their arrival. He’s not actually drunk.

Jason knows that.

Which is why Jason is so pissed at himself that he can’t keep his muscles from tensing up at the familiar boozy scent on his guardian’s breath when he leans in to whisper something in Jason’s ear, can’t stop his hands from instinctively balling into fists at his sides, can’t keep his eyes from darting around, searching desperately for an escape.

Bruce isn’t drunk. Jason knows that.

He knows that.

...So why can’t his body get the goddamn memo?

Bruce must have said something funny because the semicircle of businessmen surrounding him bursts into laughter. One man slaps Bruce jovially on the back, causing Bruce to stumble forwards, sloshing half his drink down the front of his suit and eliciting even more laughter from the group.

It’s the last straw.

Heart hammering, Jason ducks out of the crowd, head down, feet aiming for anywhere that isn’t here. It’s stupid, it’s so fucking stupid because he’s fine, nothing is wrong, Bruce isn’t even drunk. And even if he were, so what? People get drunk all the fucking time and the vast majority of them manage to keep their fists to themselves, their family’s bank accounts from zeroing out, their tongues from cutting lashes into everyone they love.

He ends up sitting at one of the empty tables near the back of the ballroom, stabbing angrily at a piece of raspberry white chocolate cake with his dessert fork, because he’s Robin for god’s sake, he interacts with drunk people practically every night. Why the fuck is he freaking out now?

“So how’s baby’s first gala?”

Jason glances up, then immediately scowls. “What do you want, Dickhead.”

Dick lets out a low whistle. “Damn. That bad, huh?”

Jason gives him a withering look. “Fuck off.”

“Why?” Dick snorts. “So you can mutilate more raspberries?”

“I’ll mutilate your face…” Jason grumbles, raking his fork through the frosting like some kind of crappy zen garden.

Dick’s grin falters. “Jay,” he says seriously. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No,” Jason snaps. “Go away.”

“Because if someone’s being inappropriate—”

“Nothing fucking happened, okay?!”

“Okay, okay!” He holds his hands up placatingly. “Don’t have to bite my head off.”

“I’m fine,” Jason growls, stabbing at the cake again.

“I can see that,” Dick deadpans.

Jason glares back.

Dick lets out a sigh. “Look, you don’t have to talk to me—”

“No shit.”

“—but there’s a 24-hour froyo place two blocks away.”

Jason blinks. “What.”

“Wanna get out of here?”

There’s a beat.

“...Fine," Jason relents. "But you’re buying.”

[shih-coulda-had-it]

manga panel redraws week five

[boopshoops]

me: ahaaha pshh i'd never have kids :/

Also me: what if i adopted all of my friends and mutuals

spamming tags tag spam story time shoopy lore

[harmonicawizard]

[hotbellepepaz]

been seeing a LOT of people giving the emotions custom outfits and decided to get my dirty grimy hands on board :>

I was SO invested in this I even put a cute little detail on each of their outfits; joy wanted them to be matching…so they have little weather motif scattered across their looks! might clean this up digitally but idk :/ I wanna do the rest so bad…just gotta learn how to draw them lmao

also I may or may not be starting to fall into the joyxiety hole

[running-in-the-dark]

I've got an appointment with my psychiatrist tomorrow, and I'm getting my conch piercing swapped out for a shorter one. that's gonna be stressful 🙃

[battle-subway-ghost]

[wackpedion]

Frand,,,,, im,,keep forgetting my word s, bbut,,heelloo!!!today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hhheelllo!!!!!!!!!!! oueoue im so tired.... i had to go to da city today to buy school stufffffouhhh

[hall0wedwyrm]

I TRIED SO HARD TO NOT FREAK OUT WHEN I GOT A HOLD OF THIS BECAUSE I WAS STILL IN THE STORE BUT!!!!

I GOT IT I GOT IT IM SO EXCITED AAAAASTFSHGZJTJDJXGKYF

it's like when I picked it up, I just began remembering everything that happens and is in this game. I'm waiting until Saturday to start it but I HAVE ITTTTTT EHEHEHEHEHEEEEE

it was... surprisingly cheap...? I expected it to be a bit more because of popularity but... damn. BUT ANYWAY I GOT IT AND I DONT CARE HAHAHAHAHAAAA

[the-lonelybarricade]

So apparently I want to torture myself and cry today, so...fic recs for Rhys during his 50 years UtM, and/or the aftermath of Amarantha?

I'm not one for whump fics / angst so I'll preface this with the fact that I haven't read any of these fics, this is just what I could find on AO3. Please check all the tags and proceed at your own discretion.

What lies beneath by TwilightsPrince:

Mistakes were made and now he has to live with the consequences. He's done worse. He can become who he needs to be to keep the ones he loves safe. But he never anticipated it being this bad. [This fic will explore what happened under the mountain. Along with Rhysands trauma that he experienced. Please head warnings.]

In Wait by otterperry:

"You were born on the longest night of the year. You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning." On the day that Feyre Archeron turns sixteen years old, she's certain no one remembers it's her birthday. She tells herself she's okay with it, that she doesn't want to be remembered. Little does she know that somewhere else out there in the universe, someone is listening.

Of Dreams and Fire Night by Kitashi:

Pre-ACOTAR dreams to Chapter 20-21 of ACOTAR from Rhysand’s POV. He'd been having these weird dreams lately... But he didn't want them to stop.

Nodus Tollens by FirelightWriter:

“Covered in blood suits you,” she says. “What do you want from me? You’ve already taken my people, my power, what else could you possibly need?” My anger doesn’t simmer, it boils and leaks over my sensibility. “You.” “You’re not touching me.” I think about vomiting - even screaming. Something. Anything. Someone. Someone had to help me, right? The feeling when life doesn’t make sense anymore. The seven High Lords are trapped under the mountain when Amarantha laces their wine. Now, they must play her games or die. Set pre-Acotar. This fic will follow Rhysands POV as he navigates living under the mountain and the abuse he must face with Amarantha.

Stars, Stolen From My Eyes by RiddleMeEvil

Rhysand, coming home to Velaris at the end of Book 1.

A Court Under the Mountain by afontana

Rhysand is trapped for 50 years Under the Mountain.

The road back by dreamerLily

Six months after returning from the mountains, Rhys still finds himself struggling with his memories of his life under the mountain, under Amarantha. After all his sacrifice, the road ahead is long but the idiots around him, won't let him fall back. One such night, Mor finds him and comforts him yet again.

After the Mountain by ReaderWriterWanderer

Rhysand returns home broken after the horrors of Under the Mountain, and his family must help him put himself back together, while he suffers with knowing that his Mate is far away and in love with someone else. Flashbacks to Under the Mountain. Heed the tags.

Rhysand Returns by foreverinfiction

Rhys' POV for when he finally returned to Velaris after Under the Mountain. Major angst and trauma.

Prelude to the Inferno by strangetraveler (thestrangehistorian)

"I've decided to make Helion into the next Lord of Day." Rhysand recognized the gravity of the situation - Amarantha was seriously offering him the choice. To bring Helion to the court Under the Mountain, or to doom him to die with the rest of his family. A story which I wrote primarily as a writing exercise to get my juices back, featuring the story of how Helion became the High Lord of Day.

Red Before Dawn by deathbydreaming

The great realm of Prythian has been tarnished by an evil tyrant who plans to wreak havoc on everything the Fae males and females hold dear. Amarantha has given the Spring Court 50 years to find a human love, and she has taken the High Lord of the Night Court to be her loyal companion. Over the course of this story, we will see Rhysand struggle to accept his new surroundings, and be forced to let go of the people he loves. We know what happens after, but what happened before Feyre travelled under the mountain?

How To Protect The Ones You Love by Pixelated_Wings

Rhysand's pov, starting after his and Feyre's second meeting in the spring court.

A Court of Starlight and Poppies by Turtle_Steed

Rhysand thought he would be forever trapped Under the Mountain, never again to see his home or his friends. But one night, he begins having strange visions in his sleep of a woman who is far away... My attempt at ACOTAR from Rhysand's POV. Rated M for safety and strong language.

Where Is My Star, Who Took the Dream Away? by Aspera

After yet another Calanmai under the mountain, Rhys wishes for anything that will help him stay sane.

[masochistikitty]

omg you live in a small town with a curse on it and your best friend and sister are kidnapped so you have to team up with the annoying kid a year younger than you and a probably evil spirit living in the woods and then sacrifice yourself to keep the town safe aha thats so cool dude

[zombinary]

Messy doodles

[ofcowardiceandkings]

also explaining what youre doodling to coworkers without sounding too cringe his hard ... even for a job where nearly everyone is a dork nerd and cringe is fake and whatever im still like , oh cringe

[shih-coulda-had-it]

ally choosing to cut tomas & pib’s conversation off for a humorous bit they’ve been pulling since episode two could be my villain origin story. please let the sweet little cat have a moment. that’s his sweet dumb prince whose cross-dimensional corpse he defended from being scavenged by the fox.

[dizziesims]

lemme COOK OKAY

[puptoy]

I want a gold/ruby engagement ring and it's NOT too cheesy if it's heart shaped!! and I wanna have a spring wedding n wear a dress that I made myself (I'll get better at sewing, I'll make it simple but pretty, out of silk, ivory not white)

and I want to wear really really cute lingerie on our wedding night, and I want you to tell me how much you love me while you fuck me raw for the very first time! and cum inside! and maybe we'll be ready for a baby then, but maybe not, but either way, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you more and more, day by day