#anyways. drops dead

[gulliesforever]

SOOOOO....

I made a podfic version of @nauseakills amazing ass gift for me on an insane whim.

It's here on AO3!

I don't know why. I just really love the fic SO much and had no idea where to put all that energy. I guess, into silly sound effects and acting (if you can call it that) LOL

Each chapter is around 17-30 minutes (except the epilogue, which is 2 minutes), so you can split it up if you want to listen.

Anywaaaaaays... If you ever want to re-read this fic without using your eyeballs, you can now pretend I'm reading this to you as a wacky bedtime story! :)

[aster-draws]

Identity shenanigans are a hallmark of all superhero fanfictions and i will never get tired of writing them.

This is from chapter 19 of my fic Better Halves (and other such falsehoods) which is like 100k (so far) of Tim and Danny being idiots like this please go read it it's a labor of love.

just the painted bit below the cut :) if you want it

[technically-human]

After the confession, they still had to run.

[pa-pa-plasma]

love fics where Danny ends up in the DC universe & every alarm goes off at once & the magic users are like "yeah that's the most powerful being in the universe & also possibly super evil we are FUCKED fucked" & the Justice League is freaking tf out trying to find this thing that casually tore a hole in reality & it just cuts to Danny (Fenton) standing in the background blissfully unaware & like "man my life sucks but at least i have this candy bar—" *drops it in a puddle*

[boarloved-art]

Wei Wuxian should be able to get drunk for once. I think he'd either be singing bawdy drinking songs on the roof of the Jingshi or he'd be getting irrevocably lost no matter where he is. He's found in the bushes behind the mountains like a cryptid, and then he's like "I can't believe you all got lost" (extremely slurred) as if he didn't get embarrassed by something Lan Wangji had said and just somehow disappeared when everyone looked back at him

oh ABSOLUTELY im walking with u and nodding and agreeing, i can see him becoming an absolute menace to keep track of at his drunkest.

anyway heres wonderwall The Gang (Wangxian & their fave group of ducklings) in a city known for its STRONG wine and wuxian being like well. ur all grown now, youre technically not juniors anymore. we have to see whos lasting the longest against this stuff!, smash cut to a suspiciously wei ying-less group of the worlds drunkest cultivators being wrangled through the woods by designated driver hanguang-jun, with at least 2 of them clinging to his robes at all times.

[ryuunosuke]

the weight of something

[orchidsarchives]

Jason shivered as he peered out of the old window of your shared apartment. He stared at the blanket of snow that draped the trees and he tugged his sweater tighter against his chest.

“Why are you sitting by the window Jay, it’s freezing,” you asked, setting down two cups of chai on the coffee table. They sat next to Jason’s long forgotten book and you smiled reading the title—Matilda.

Jason often brought out books from childhood during the colder months and he had a particular liking towards Matilda. You always assumed that it was because he saw a glimpse of himself in the odd story. Maybe he found a sense of comfort in it.

“I don’t know, it’s beautiful out though,” he replied, pulling you out of your thoughts. You stared out the window and nodded. Jason was not wrong. Despite the harsh weather conditions, the scenery was breathtaking. Pearly crystals gently tickled down and covered the lawn like an elegant rug. The street lights were on and the entire atmosphere felt cosy and welcoming.

Jason took a sip of his tea and hummed in delight. The sweetness of the chai had reached deep within his soul and warmed his heart. He leaned back against the couch and reached for your hand. You were quick to intertwine your fingers together. You brought his knuckles close to you and placed a gentle kiss on his hand.

For a while, it was quiet. You both stayed there, sipping your tea while enjoying each other’s company and the view. But then, the silence became dull. You decided to reach over to the table and grab the old book. You pushed it towards Jason and he stared at you in confusion.

“Read to me,” you said and he grinned. Jason took the copy from your hands and flipped to the first page, wanting to read to you from the beginning of the story.

You liked watching him read out loud. He always got this excited look in his eyes and a narrative tone in his voice. He often put on different voices for characters and he especially exaggerated the tones when he read children’s books. It was no surprise when he gave the worst voice to Harold Wormwood and a silly high pitched one to Miss Honey.

The rest of your evening was spent reading and in fits of giggles. There was no other way you’d spend your night. This was truly the best.

[laugtherhyena]

Yes yes, will Pochita eat the old age devil or not, that question is also driving me insane, but what stood out to me the most in this chapter was Asa's wake up call in regards to Yoru because it highlights how much i love the way devils are characterized in chainsaw man.

It's not anywhere near as simple as "Some devils are evil, but some can be nice." But is instead "Some devils are evil, some can be nice, but even then they're still inherently sadistic and amoral."

Because they're not human.

Even if a devil has been nice and treated you well, they're still, in fact, a devil. And that's not something you should ever forget.

[losver07]

trans regulus' periods are regular and exact like a clock, and trans remus' are so messy and irregular his phone app asks him "is it possible you might be pregnant?"

they're best friends

[perksofbeingpoet]

"so this is it then?"

todd's voice is full of anger, a barely restrained yell, but blurred with tears at the edges, like the snow slowly melting beneath their boots; seeping into february-stiff ground. neil stares at it, at the puddles of mud-coloured slush.

"so you're just gonna- look at me, neil, you don't get to fucking-" neil lifts his chin, and todd heaves a sigh, runs a shaky hand through his hair. "so we're just-"

"i think it's for the best", neil says, and his voice is quiet. "i think we knew from the start that it was."

todd laughs, but there's a sob somewhere in that sound so he laughs again. "you have to be kidding me. you think it's for the- you have got to be fucking kidding me."

"we knew from the start we couldn't go on like this, todd. we both knew it was only a matter of time before real life would-"

"shut up!" todd's crying, and he's staring at neil as if he hates him. (maybe he does. maybe he should.)

neil presses his lips into a tight line, reaches out a hand - "todd-" - but todd flinches away, aggressively wiping tears off his cheeks while anger pulsates from him in waves.

"you know what, neil? we both know that this isn't- it's not for the fucking best, this is about you being scared." todd stares at him, and he's beautiful and angry and way out of reach now.

"you're so fucking scared all the time."

neil just looks at him. he's not scared now.

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

Home - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 456 words

Regulus was pacing his room at Grimmauld place in stuffy robes that his parents had forced him to wear. He had got back from yet another pureblood party and immediately checked in with James through their matching quills. 

James had charmed them together so that one would convey what the other quill wrote. He had sent the message over two hours ago but there hadn’t been any response from James. To say that Regulus was worried would be the understatement of the year.

Suddenly, the quill twitched in his hand. Regulus immediately set it down on a piece of parchment waiting for this exact purpose. The quill slowly spelled out in James’ familiar scrawl, “Look out the window.”

Regulus moved like lightning to the only window in his room, next to the bookshelves. He could see nothing outside that was out of the ordinary. After a few minutes of searching, he found a small quill close to the ground hovering awkwardly in midair. He recognized that quill from his table.

Regulus was internally panicking. If the quill was outside his house, its owner had to be nearby. After thoroughly looking around again, he decided that he had to do something about it, however crazy it made him. He went outside to remove the quill before someone found it hovering there.

As he reached the quill and plucked it out of mid-air, he felt a hand close around his wrist but there was nothing there. “What?” Regulus whispered, looking around for any sign of James other than the feeling on his wrist. 

“Hey, it’s just me. Don’t worry,” said James’ voice in front of him, although Regulus could only see his breath frosting around his mouth. There was absolutely no visible sign that James was there. But James was definitely there when he shouldn’t be. Even Regulus shouldn’t be here. Regulus stopped himself from imagining all the disastrous outcomes this could have by trying to figure out what was happening.

“James? What are you doing here? Someone is going to find you,” Regulus whispered, wondering how insane he looked whispering to himself in the middle of the night although no one was around to see it.

“I’m taking you with me,” James whispered back in a hurry. Before Regulus had a chance to query what James meant, they were apparating away. 

Regulus landed on a soft lawn with overgrown weeds surrounding him. James suddenly appeared out of thin air next to him, grinning from ear to ear like a baby. 

“Welcome home,” James exclaimed cheerfully, pointing to a huge manor that Regulus recognized from James’ baby pictures. Regulus didn’t bother telling James that he had been already home the moment he felt James’ hand on his skin.

[applealchemist]

is.. is that.... WAKA SAMA!?!!??!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #2

pushing daisies au where shinichi has been able to revive dead animals, plants, even people since he was a child.

kudou "i can literally talk to the dead" shinichi

shinichi's parents didn’t exactly encouraged him to use this power. especially not in public. they’ve seen him revive and re-kill dead plants and animals in the same breath, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out what could happen near a human corpse.

but a young shinichi is curious, a young shinichi admired his father, and a young shinichi wanted to prove himself a detective. but most of all, a young shinichi wanted to help.

so when he saw his father struggle in solving a particular case, a young shinichi figured that maybe asking straight from the source would help give them a hint.

the complete horror in yusaku's eyes shinichi saw that day made him promise himself to never do it again.

shinichi realizes later on that reviving someone just for a clue on the whos, hows, and whys of their death only to touch them again, to basically kill them again, is sick and twisted and the realization leaves him feeling raw and dirty.

he then decides that if he’s gonna find out the truth, if he’s gonna bring justice, it’s not by making the victims suffer a second death. he will unravel the mystery not by magic but by logic.

the curious case of kuroba kaito

hakuba immediately contacts shinichi.

“he was...a friend. if i have to gather all the best detectives to catch his murderer then so be it.”

hakuba goes on to explain.

it was a kid heist. shots were fired. snipers. kaitou kid was caught on camera falling, as if he’d been shot, but he appears a minute later flying away on his glider with not a speck of blood on his suit. all should be well however, a few buildings away in an alleyway, the body of kuroba kaito is found dead. gunshots through the heart and chest.

a simple explanation would’ve been that the glider was a fake activated by kid’s assistant as a last ditch effort to save his legacy and this kuroba kaito was kaitou kid himself. he would’ve said it out loud but by the look on hakuba’s face, he can tell that he already connected those dots long before shinichi even stepped foot in the morgue. that wasn’t what hakuba called him for.

“can i...take a look at the body alone?”

hakuba raises an eye at him but moves to leave without questioning. "alright then. i have to check on another friend anyway. she's been...distraught ever since she heard the news and..." hakuba's words trail away as his eyes unconsciously drifted towards kuroba kaito's covered body. shinichi patiently waits through the quiet pain that he sees on hakuba. the pinch in his brows, the tenseness of his body. he must've been a really good friend.

hakuba shakes his head and turns his attention back to shinichi. "sorry, i...its been a long day. i'll leave you here then. call me if you find anything."

left alone, shinichi carefully zips open the body bag covering kaitou kid's upper body. he looked eerily similar to himself and imagining his own body cold and dead in the morgue sent a shiver down his spine. shaking his head, he pulls a chair close and reads through the file hakuba brought him.

"no witnesses. no camera. not a trace nor lead to anything. just some reports on mysterious gunshots in previous heists that lead to nowhere." they were professionals, whoever did this, shinichi thought. it was not going to be an easy case.

he takes another peek at the body. so this was kaitou kid, huh. too young to be the same as the one before his hiatus. perhaps a successor? motive could be related to his predecessor. his mother hasn't said anything of interest. does she really not know or is she protecting him? he runs his hand through his hair. there's too little information to go on...unless...

temptation rears its head. the source of information is right there in front of him. one touch and it could open up new leads to the case. an immediate disgust twists deep into his gut. he promised himself to never use it on people. to never kill. his father's haunted eyes embedded in his mind. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. but he remembers the anguished look on hakuba's face. if he was going to do it, this might be the only good time. any longer and his touch would not revive kid. and gone along with him would be vital information to catch his murderer.

shinichi heaves a deep sigh. he has never used his abilities on dead people since that one incident as a child but he couldn't shake off the look on hakuba's face. it was now or never. shinichi reaches for kid's hand.

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pushing daisies au #1

[captainjonnitkessler]

Remember: it's wrong to wish that Trump had gotten prostate cancer instead of Biden. Prostate cancer isn't a death sentence so we need to be wishing for him to get a much deadlier and more painful cancer

[meggydolaon]

queen of hearts and her funky jester

[put-them-thangs-away]

me: you have to be up for work in less than six hours go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed gO TO B—

my brain: