#ask about my wip game

[mrghostrat]

wait just remembered, did anyone ask about the PA/CEO wip?? Bc 👀👀 v curious what those different versions entail

anon i’m kissing you on the mouth. this one sits there untouched and unthought of, except once every few weeks i will suddenly remember it and start foaming at the mouth

i’m heavily leaning towards version 2, but both are SO good is the thing, i don’t have it in me to delete ver 1 from my notes. i like to sit there and stroke it lovingly from time to time.

CEO/PA au, aka Boss x Assistant.

1: CEO Aziraphale, PA Crowley

aziraphale is the boss, very capable, but he’s WAY too nice and overdoes his work + life + human/human boundaries a lot. crowley is his rabid guard dog PA who is so fucking snarky and mean some of the employees can’t comprehend how he’s got a job, but he’s indespensible because but he keeps aziraphale in line and swoops in to be mean and say ‘no’ to people when aziraphale obviously wants to but can’t stand to.

2: CEO Crowley, PA Aziraphale

crowley is the cool, suave, incredible creative, but slightly disorganised boss and aziraphale is the constantly underestimated PA who keeps the whole operation running smoothly. he calls crowley up on weekends to yell at him to finish a deadline he’s been procrastinating, brings wine to his house as a reward if he finishes his tasks, but sits there at arms length with the bottle in his lap, watching (and inadvertently tempting) to make sure crowley actually gets the thing done.

edit: version 2 has officially brainwormed into Author/Editor au 👀

[bigfootsmom]

He’s having Tommy’s baby 👀

“Mhmm. You look very up.” Evan laughs, the sound of it delightful and making Tommy feel like he drank down the sun. Evan shifts, squirming slightly. “Hey— that tickles.” But he makes no move to stop the movement of Tommy’s hand.  Tommy huffs a breath of laughter through his nose. “Some of us aren’t spring chickens anymore. Gimme a minute to wake up.” Tommy pauses, then unburies his face from the pillows and Evan’s hip. “Why are you up? Everything okay?”  Evan looks down at Tommy, the morning sun streaming through his hair and framing his face with a halo of curls. His soft lips stretch into an even softer smile and not for the first time Tommy is struck breathless with how beautiful Evan is.  “I’m okay, babe,” Evan reassures, loosening the thread of anxiety that had begun to wind itself around Tommy’s lungs. “Pretty sure peanut was throwing a rager in there last night,” Evan prods at the swell of his belly with an oil shiny finger, “Woke up to her break dancing on my bladder.”  Tommy barks out a laugh, finally pushing himself up onto one elbow. “Well, of course. She’s gotta practice for being the cool kid— can’t come out with no moves.”  “I’ve seen you dance, I don’t think any amount of practice will save her from your genetics.”  “Your two left feet aren’t going to do her any favors either,” Tommy fires back, grinning as Evan rolls his eyes.

<3 <3 <3 <3

[raycatz]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

It's been really fun reading about what everyone's working on! Let's get the artists involved, too! I want to see everyone's aaa.fileextention and aaaa.fileextention pieces hehe.

I have so many LU comic ideas! For most of them I have the dialogue, visuals, and acting written out. Some have art! Everything from initial concepts to multi-chapter fic.

Here's the .csp wips I have atm! Some of them are tied to comic ideas and some are stand alone.

shunk

haha tanlines

apple tree

chores

wind_maya_19_simpleRig_pose.mb

smack_audio_shorter

theblorbos

pixels2

om nom

nehneh

sleeps

full sprint

headache

ico

uuuuuhhhhh

mftrainsbro

huhwha & hhhwa

beetleeeee

Non LU writing & art wips

lizard

whee

wobbles

corn

sleepy ocs

Moe the Moblin (the idea lives on the LU ideas google doc but it's gen loz. could be LU if you wanted it to be, though! Open to interpretation.)

SSBU Links - Chateau Romani

SSBU Links - Get Out Of The Water!

Mina's Linkverse - Goat Plushie

Team Ico AU

Major & Minor Beats & Shot Types: Dragon Tower

While tagging as many people as I have wips might be possible, maybe, it would definitely be excessive! I'm tagging: @zolanort, @liccy, @luwyv, @mizaruwu, @theegh0st,

@bluevaractyl, @grenapple0547, @starrysorry, @twilight-linkess, @genderfluid-puddle-of-soup,

@awkwardpossum0, @ghostlykidplaidbanana, @jellydragons, @off-mozzarella, @kikker-oma (Oma, do you have any projects outside of Fan Joy July you want to share? :D ) and anyone who wants to play!

(also feel free to ignore the @. This is for fun and only if you want to!)

[miasmaghoul]

little dew big shiiirrrrttt

tell us more :3

LITTLE DEW BIG SHIRT LITTLE DEW BIG SHIRT LITTLE DEW BIG SHIRT LITTLE DEW BIG SHIRT

This was yet another product of a Serious Conversation between myself and @st-danger. Size difference my beloved.

Aether wakes up one morning to find Dew already awake and wearing Aether's shirt from the night before. Dew greets him and stands, and the way the shirt just h a n g s on him makes Dew look absolutely tiny. Makes Aether's sleepy head spin. Dew doesn't notice, saying he's gonna go get them breakfast, and the shirt sways around his thighs when he heads out the door.

When he gets back with a tray of coffee and pastries, he finds Aether at the foot of the bed with tented boxers and a certain look in his eye. He lets Dew set the tray down and then immediately bullies him up against the wall. Brackets Dew with both arms and looks down at him in a way that makes Dew feel like he's in trouble.

He's not. Aether just wants to eat him alive.

Then Dew gets folded in half against the wall and railed within and inch of his life (pos) :3

[sad-leon]

can i put two numbers <3 i'm nosy <3

i wanna know what 13 and 50 are 👀

ehehehehe hell yeah

you go my old drawing set up before i got my new tablet :3

... dont mind the wierd missing like.. square in this one.. csp corrupted and this was one of the layers that got hit apparently lasjdflksjdlj

and eclipse leo without the background :D!!! i darked the file background for this one cuz he does not look very good on the lighter one alkdjflasjdf

[megamindsecretlair]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin , im never sure if ppl look forward to whats upcoming from me, but these keep me honest 🤣😭

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! Don't be shy, I love talking about my fics! We don't create or share in a void, we want to hear from you lovelies!

Well, Mega, what can we look forward to 👀

1) Beauty and the Beast Inspired Stunna: I have severe Yahya Abdul Mateen II brainrot and baby, 🥲 the way I want to write literally everything for him. This will be a precursor to a novella I wanna write with original characters and lots more action, but Id love extra feedback for it. It will have vampires, toxic staff, and naughty bits.

2) Mea Culpa: I have been debating how much time I wanna dedicate to rewriting that monstrosity of a movie 🤭 okay, thats not fair. The idea was there, the execution wasn't because TP wouldnt know what's sexy if it slapped him in his face. Who am I fooling? I won't be satisfied until I write the whole thing and satisfy my brain. So yeah, prepare for a rewrite according to what I would've done. Think corruption kink, think court drama, think Zyair being the toxic mess we know and love.

3) Mob Boss Tyrone: I feel like ive been teasing this for years 🥲😭🤣 and thats because the ask was specifically for a one shot and I plotted out 7 parts 🤭🤣 at this point, yall know how I am. I tried to conform to short fics for my sanity and I just cant 🤷🏽‍♀️ some ideas require one part, some require several. It will include hella angst, hella smut, hella toxcity, but at the end of the day, hes always going to love his baby girl. I also think im going to switch it to Fontaine chuz thats a prettier/grittier name and would suit the story better.

4) A Watchmen fic for Cal (Yahya): lissen, ive finally went back to finish Watchmen. Not because it was a bad show, but because it requires 100% of my focus and I aint had it. But for Yahya? Ill make the time. I feel like that is 100% a soft dom and I just wanna be his cute lil princess, sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love a man I can't tell what to do 🤣

Theres more but for the sake of brevity, Ill keep it at the 4 most occupying my brain at the moment. Soooo, which one yall want first? And yes 🥲 im aware of how many series I need to update 🥲

No pressure tags: @nerdieforpedro @harmshake @notapradagurl7 @ellethespaceunicorn @miyuhpapayuh

[im-not-corrupted]

Oh I would adore to hear about bygone sin, I’m obsessed with that fic! (🤘five-and-dimes)

Of course!

Chapter five is actually mostly complete! I say mostly because I haven't begun edits yet, and I'm still incredibly unsure whether it's what I need it to be. But once I finish stuff for the Sandman fic exchange, I'll start edits.

”Dream,” he murmured, and he seemed—unsure. Nervous. “I know I asked already, but are you—are you sure you’re alright?” When Dream didn’t reply, he lowered his voice. It was but a whisper, now, shared only between the two of them. Perhaps, in another circumstance, Dream might’ve found it…somewhat intimate. Perhaps. ”It’s okay if you aren’t,” Hob assured him. “You’re allowed to not be okay.” He tensed again. That, there—that was anger, flashing bright red and ugly, but it was familiar. It was heated, melted away the remnants of fear that gripped him when that glass shattered like it did, and he glared up at Hob Gadling, who simply stared back, unafraid. Later, he’d wonder when that had happened. When Hob Gadling became unafraid of him. When they had grown familiar enough to warrant only a soft sigh, one that sounded almost disappointed. For now, though—for now, he allowed himself to ask through gritted teeth, “Why would I not be alright, Robert Gadling?” To not be is a weakness, Dream wanted to add. Do you think me weak? He thought of his hand, bleeding from a knife wound, and the tenderness with which Hob cared for him. He thought of the comfort offered and bestowed upon him as though it was so easy. It was not the suggestion of weakness that inspired anger, not really. It was the knowledge that, in the end, Hob Gadling was right. Dream was weak—he relied so heavily on these meetings that he attended only to repay a damned debt, he sought out Hob’s company not because his presence was owed to the other man but because, somehow, Hob had started to…to represent something.  Warmth. Friendship. Care, which was the most baffling out of all of them. Hob offered all these things easily, simply, as though Dream was deserving of such things. As though he thought him worthy of it. He was not. He was not, but he was too selfish to deny it for himself. Those warm welcomes, the way Hob continued to hold open the door to his apartment above The New Inn even though Dream still didn’t understand what led him to do so, the soft smiles tender touches be was offered—they meant too much, and he was terribly selfish. Too much so to consider letting this go.

[jessamine-rose]

Hi! Asking ♻️🛠️ for your current WIP and any of your recent posts?

Ohhhh what interesting questions (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Announcement time:: Pierro x Savior! Darling are included in Church AU!! So far, all I have is a rough outline and a scrapped original/ alternate version with its own ending. I’ll share it here~

Originally, Pierro’s darling is based on Shachath from American Horror Story, an Angel of Death who appears before dying humans to transport their souls to Heaven/ Hell. This role is quite significant in relation to Pierro's species in this AU, which hasn't been changed ^o^

The two have known each other for a long time. However, an argument causes Shachath! Darling to stop all contact with Pierro. During that time, Darling just focuses on their divine duties, though they notice that the other Angels of Death are becoming quite busy and…upset. They refuse to discuss it with Darling, though.

One day, Darling is sent to a specific human, which is odd since it's usually randomized. That is when they appear before the dying soul and make a horrifying realization.

This person was clearly murdered.

No, what’s scarier is the familiar figure standing over the body. It’s Pierro, who is overjoyed to have finally summoned his beloved after years of fruitless killings.

Tldr:: We could’ve had Serial Killer! Pierro for Church AU. Hopefully, the official version will be just as enjoyable for all of you ^^;

11. 🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Atm my only struggle is finding the time to continue Church AU. I’m still busy with other priorities so I hope you’ll all be patient ^^;

♡

Tagging some Pierro enjoyers in case they’re interested~ @beloved-brynn @leftdestiny-posts @mistymem0ryy @oofasleep

[cerealboxlore]

Wip ask game: Billy Batson's Middle School Survival Guide and gold star

I'm curious :p

!! Thank you for sending in the ask! I'm really excited for these two!

Alright, so basically, Billy Batson's Middle School Survival Guide is about Billy going into middle school as a 6th grader, already having been Captain Marvel for the past two years. He's a trusted superhero of the community and a valued member of the Justice League. He had a rough start in his personal life but feels like he has a new balance going on that's given him some peace. He even has a part-time internship at Whiz Radio News & Broadcasting!

Nothing can go wrong, right?

Womp womp, everything can absolutely go wrong! When the mayoral campaigns and election begin in Fawcett, a new face shows themselves to Billy Batson; a suspicious new cousin. Just who are they? Why hasn't Billy ever heard of him? And what exactly is he planning?

This fic idea is inspired by the Power of Shazam comic run, and I absolutely loved that one! I wanted to dig in deeper about Sinclair Batson and make some new lore while attaching some old world-building. The plot surrounds Billy trying to navigate the new criminal underworld threats going on in his city, using his investigative skills taught to him by Sterling Morris and Helen Fidelity, while also trying to maintain the balance between his personal and superhero life without falling apart.

As for Gold Star, that one is a team-up with Booster Gold and Captain Marvel. Just a little idea I had about time travel. I haven't seen these two interact, but I feel like they'd be great together. It deals with a magical artifact letting loose unstable time magic throughout Fawcett City, and while Captain Marvel is more than up to the task of solving this problem, Billy Batson is the one asking for help from an unlikely source.

I also think it's funny how Billy could get a gold star sticker in class for doing a good job and in the fic, he could give Booster Gold a gold star sticker for being a good superhero.

[jamiesfootball]

❔

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

So I've got this random wip that's been sitting in my drafts that is basically:

Roy and Jamie stick around after the gala talking to each other and having a surprisingly great time about it

'Give him an inch and he'll act like it's been three weeks' Jamie then shows up the next day assuming him and Roy are like. Best friends

'Takes 5 to 6 months to process things' Roy Kent is like fuck no. You're an awful person.

Jamie: *shocked pikachu face*

Roy: *does not want to feel bad about it* *does not want to feel bad about it* *the prick did it to himself* ........ *FEELS BAD*

Roy: be less of a dick and then we'll talk

Jamie: .......how much less of a dick?

Roy: what?

Jamie: like, 20% less?

Roy: No.

Jamie: 30%?

Roy: At least 90% less of a dick than your current levels of dickishness

Jamie: Can't go that high, I've got an image to protect. 75%

Roy: 80.

Jamie: Deal. FIFA at my place?

Roy: the fuck did I just agree to

What takes place after that is a slapstick level of antics as Jamie attempts (fails) (succeeds while failing?) to be exactly 80% nicer, which to him means that for every 4 '''nice''' things he does, he gets to cash in 1 free coupon to be a dick and Roy can't get mad at him for it. He's turned being nice into a points system.

"At least the good outweighs the bad?" Ted suggests when Roy tells him, which tells Roy that Ted isn't taking this seriously.

And the nice things he does? Somewhere between 'confused but he's got the spirit' and 'I guess that technically counts but I'm not happy with it.'

Nate - Compliments his hair every time he sees him. “Well I’m talking up, yeah? So his perceived value will seem higher than it actually is. Technically this should count as two since he's clearly insecure about it - I mean, why else would he keep dying it all the time. He isn't fooling anyone.”

[Isaac is now convinced Jamie is gay and in love with Nate. Colin is dying inside because when he tries to correct Isaac, Isaac acts like Colin is being homophobic. Jamie has no idea. Nate's self-esteem grows exponentially fast.]

Sam - Steps over him. Gets yelled at by Roy for not checking on his teammate. Points out Sam isn't actually hurt. Roy tells him it's still his job to back Sam up. Jamie backs Sam up by going at the guy who tackled him and gets yellow carded off the field.

This is not what Ted intended, but it's not...not the kind of behavior he wants from Jamie?

The entire team is just confused. Roy doesn't know how this became his problem.

Jamie is... confused for other reasons. Because he only did all this stuff, yeah, because there's this stupid bit inside him that he can't seem to shut up that's always been hurt that Roy Kent seems to hate him. And now Roy seems to (mostly) like (tolerate) him, and it's a little terrifying how fucking starved he is for that now. Not just from Roy either. Somewhere along the lines the other players on the team have warmed up to him too, and Ted looks pleased with him lately, and it all just way to much positive attention and validation for someone who's been starved for it for so long.

To his horror, the whole being nice thing is becoming a reflex. He hardly notices now when he tosses out a compliment that Nate's looking sharp today. He cashes in a point to tell Sam his passing was shit, then follows it up with a 'but you're looking faster out there' so he can start working up to the next point. Sam smiles at him like he never ever said the first part.

Sometimes Jamie catches himself being nicer and realizes he forgot to count it towards his points at all.

The more confused Jamie gets, the more concerned Roy finds himself about this whole weird situation. Frustratingly, he finds he actually likes Jamie. When he's not going out of his way to be a pain in the ass, Roy actually enjoys his company. Plus, now that he's tolerable to be around, Roy can stomach passing to him, and Richmond is starting to play well?

Then Jamie gets sent back to City : )

[solivagantingrebel]

wait i have a question, does seal!soap have a scottish accent? does orca!ghost have a mancunian one?

THAT'S,,, a good question!

I did give them their conversational tendencies, save for; not using any mention of Christianity in the fic, and it was a bit to adjust considering how much Soap swears using a variation of Jesus & Christ & what have yous, though I suppose you can argue that maybe the more knowledgeable shifters would be aware of world religions etc because of human diplomatic relations.

They sound vaguely british but not entirely scottish or mancunian here, it's sorta an interesting fact actually - I looked it up and turns out Antarctic / Arctic researchers, after a considerable time in the continents, have a tendency to develop accents that sounds (??) vaguely british(???). Don't quote me on it but it's attributed to how isolating from their regions can lead to like, a blending of accents if you stick around certain people a l o t, and I guess there are like more British / adjacent researchers in those places to contribute to that.

For the fic's worldbuilding, I leaned more heavily into the shifters learning English because of the British travelers and researchers so I'd suppose it'd be like. a variation of sorts. Don't know how they would sound exactly but it'd give them some excuse to not sound entirely like americans ig lmao.

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Anna please tell me more about Madhouse Joel 🥰😚👀

Honestly he’s my fave 😍😍

Okay so this actually came from an ask @toxicanonymity had gotten, like months ago 🫢

I was gonna do a one shot but honestly it was becoming a monster so I’m breaking it up into different parts. A lil snippet under the cut

Madhouse Joel

Growing up, all the adults around you always pushed you to go to college. You were forever being told that you had to go get a higher education to get a good job and then you had to find a good husband and pop out a few children and be a housewife but also work and make money. Your future was planned out for you without anyone ever even asking what you wanted. That was until the summer you turned sixteen. You still aren’t even sure exactly what happened that day. It was mid July in your small southern town in the middle of Texas. You had ventured out to the big oak tree in your backyard, swinging on the old wooden swing your dad had put up for you when you were five. Lost in your own thoughts as your legs swung back and forth when you heard bloodcurdling screams and shouts before two gun shots went off. You lost both your parents that day. During the trial, your mothers lawyer claimed she lost her mind and went insane to explain why she shot your father in the chest. The judge sent her off to spend the rest of her life in a mental institution while your daddy rest in peace up on the hill about a few miles out from your house.

After being orphaned, your dads sister, Aunt Millie, came to live with you at your house. You always loved her, she was only ten years older than you, making her a guardian at only twenty six. She was the one who supported you when you decided to become a nurse.

It’s been a few years since you graduated college, earning your bachelor’s in nursing with a concentration in psychiatric mental health. You had hoped to work in the psych ward, after seeing how your mom was treated in the hospital, it made you want to make a change. You wanted to improve mental hospitals, so many of them are still very medieval in the practices they continue to do. You knew it would be hard to really make any kind of change but you could at least make life a little better for the patients you worked with.

It had actually been a struggle to find work in any healthcare position after graduation which is why you find yourself in Elmwood now. Elmwood is a small town located down in Texas, a few hours south from where you had gone to school. They aren’t joking when they say it’s a small town, it’s home to a little over 3,000 residents. A majority of those residents come from the patients who live in the Elmwood Sanitarium. The most violent, criminally insane people get sent here. And this is where you find yourself pulling up too on a sunny Monday morning. At least it was sunny before you took a left turn down a dirt road a couple miles back. The sanitarium is hidden back, deep in the woods. As you get closer, the old hospital looks daunting and ominous. It leaves the feeling of a deep pit in your stomach, an uncertainty that something bad is gonna happen that you just can’t shake. Making your way into the parking lot that sits to the side of the hospital, you’re able to find a spot close to the front. Putting your car in park, you grab your purse and take a deep breath in,

“You got this. They reached out to you. They offered you a job because you’re good at what you do,” breathe out, “let’s do this.”

You give yourself a little pep talk to try to help subside this horrible gut feeling you have

[hailsatanacab]

Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

👻🦇👻

Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision. 

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?” 

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort. 

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town. 

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

[miasmaghoul]

Mean Aether 👀👀👀

SURPRISE SURPRISE ITS DEWTHER AGAIN

AND SURPRISE SURPRISE ITS FROM A @st-danger CONVERSATION AGAIN

he's so mean u guys 😔

There's more, but here is a snippet of the ~vibes~:

[maulfucker]

well now youve hooked me and i'd like to see bratty maul (pretty please)

ABSOLUTELY this is like. my pet nsfw wip. I keep working on it on and off and it never ceases to amuse me <3

the plot of this one is like. Maul gets captured and he is being extremely uncooperative so Obi-Wan shows up to try to help interrogate him (being the negotiator and all that). and then.

you can see in this post this fic's birth inside my brain. basically it's maul wanting to be dominated but in a "forced to submit" way because admitting you have desires is for cowards. (and then I made him be in rut because it was an easy reason for him to be acting weird and an in-story way for them both to deny this means anything)

oh and here is another bit from it I've posted ages ago :]

[fiona-fififi]

Helloooo 1,8,11

1. Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic.

Buckley-Diaz family + jealous!Tommy

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

When Buck returns, he's beaming—big, happy smile painted over his cheeks in the dim glow of the television—and Tommy can see the moment Eddie realizes Buck's approaching. Sees the way Eddie's mouth quirks up in anticipation of Buck's return.

And then Buck is wrapping himself around Eddie from behind, one arm settling around his chest while his other hand cradles the side of Eddie's head so he can press a kiss to Eddie's temple before he drops it to fall over Eddie's other shoulder. For Eddie's part, he reaches up and gives Buck's shoulder a firm pat while he presses his cheek into Buck's stubble. And Tommy thinks it's supposed to be a sweet, friendly gesture—thinks the kiss was supposed to be smacking and silly, thinks the shoulder pat was supposed to be a firm smack to get Buck to release his hold. But none of that is what it looks like as Buck holds on a little too long and Eddie basks in the attention.

Tommy hates that he has to bite back his anger.

“Thank you,” Buck murmurs after a moment, still draped over Eddie, voice quiet and, Tommy’s sure, meant only for Eddie's ears.

Eddie grins fondly and pats at Buck's cheek gently. “Any time. Just glad he's still willing to humor you every now and then.”

“We should go.” Tommy breaks their fond affection, blunt and a little short, but tired of watching Evan cuddle with another man without a second thought. It cuts deeper than he thinks it should, but he's done with the pleasantries and ready to leave this space where he feels so very out of place, even while Buck appears more at home than Tommy has ever seen him.

Buck blinks at him, a surprised press of his eyelids as he shifts his gaze to Tommy. Tommy’s not sure if it's his tone that's surprised him or if Buck had just forgotten his presence all together.

“Uh—yeah,” Buck stumbles a bit, dragging himself from Eddie with the struggle of two magnets loath to separate. Eddie's hand tracks down Buck's arm, skimming gently across the skin until Buck has stepped too far away for him to reach without giving himself away. “Yeah. Okay. We, uh. we should probably go.”

11. What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

Tommy cuts through the bullshit. Refuses to let the conversation keep running in circles. “Do you have feelings for him?”

“He's not an option.”

“That's not what I asked you!” Tommy can't help the way his tone jumps, some combination of desperation and anger warring in the tenor of his voice, because he knows—he knows—but he wants so much to be wrong. Wants Buck to find the right words and fix it all so maybe they don't have to end. But Tommy knows better, and when he continues, it's with a deep and painful resignation. “Can you look me in the eye right now and tell me that if Eddie wanted you, you would choose me?”

For a moment, Buck looks like a fish out of water, eyes wide and unblinking and mouth agape as his jaw works to try to form words that won't come. Tommy wants to laugh, but can't with all the hurt choking him of any sound as he waits for Buck to find his words.

They hurt more than Tommy expects.

“He's not an option. He's never been an option,” Buck whispers finally. Quiet and stunned and confused. Still trying to process the reality of Tommy’s words.

Tommy huffs something like a laugh, but it's humorless, maybe even a little derisive. “That's what I thought.”

“Tommy—”

“You've never so much as said you love me!” He spits the words, anger and hurt clawing at his chest. He'd thought he could do this. Thought, maybe, they really were on their way to something real. But he's starting to see just how much he was fooling himself.

Buck looks stunned at the words, face falling with hurt. “You know I said it too soon the last time. You know—”

“And you know that it will always be too soon unless it's him.”

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