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[vox-monstera]

GENTLY • BREAK • IT

Cyber Hanami 2023 - Day 4

Vox and River take it slow.

cw: it’s all one long sex scene so…

“Easy, baby. Ride it slow.”

They’ve yet to get used to the rhythm of each other’s bodies, their dance uncoordinated, less than elegant. A hurricane of grasping limbs and flushed skin, of lips aching to be captured by the other’s wanting mouth. And still they come back together time and time again, perfecting their choreography, learning with each buck and grind how to make the other fall apart.

“That’s my girl,” River coos as V’s tempo slows, matching the steady, almost gentle rolling of his hips. She bites down on her rouge-smeared lip, trying to hide a smile, but River knows– V loves his praise, and his alone. His hand finds a home against her abdomen, softly caressing the tender flesh he secretly hopes will one day carry his children.

V looks at him with those big eyes of hers, a boundless forest of green, and River can’t help but think that they were destined to be. A collision of celestial bodies, an inevitability; they fit into each other so perfectly that the universe couldn’t have had it any other way. His fingers trail down to the heat between her thighs, caressing her sweet slickness, and V graces him with a chorus of whimpers in response.

“River,” she pleads, a barely audible whisper into his darkened room. What she would’ve just greedily taken before has become an exercise in restraint, patience. He slides her swollen bud between two fingers, relishing the way her pretty mouth falls open at the sensation. “F-Fuck…”

A vision of beauty, his sun-kissed Aphrodite. River’s discipline is cracking with every flutter of her lashes, every quiet supplication; he’d gift her the air from his lungs if she asked him to. His chrome hand cups the back of her head, bringing her forehead down to meet his. He can still feel the scar from the bullet that nearly killed her against his flesh, a reminder of his lover’s fragility.

“Mi amor,” V purrs against his lips, hips swaying in a dance that has him breathless. The knot in his abdomen is threatening to come undone, fingers that were once deliberate falling to desperation. He arches into her, relishing her softness, the generosity with which she opens herself to him. His hands are but her playthings, carved from the earth for the sole purpose of bringing her pleasure.

A gasp, a sweet surprise. V crashes into him like waves against a rocky shore, fierce and feral, drowning him in an ocean of endless bliss. His only succor are her hips, the last anchor tethering him to the world. She clings to him just as tightly, riding him into transcende, until finally, they both succumb to each other.

V falls into River’s broad chest, cheek hot against his flesh, and he leans in to kiss the freckles scattered over the bridge of her nose. Her bubblegum curls smell of jasmine, a scent he’s come to associate with comfort. She feels small, almost delicate in his arms as she falls asleep, but River knows that when the daylight comes he’ll have to break her all over again.

[pinkmelodie]

König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard. 

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

[hyperfocusthusly]

Downloading some AU Zukka thoughts;

- Okay so Zuko gets banished, but ends up on his own

- Somehow washes up in the southern isles and finds himself a cave to go flop in, happens to be nearby a certain water tribe

- Between injury, hunger, thirst, being out at sea and general exhaustion he’s gone a bit feral

- Maybe some of the kids from the tribe are out exploring and they find the cave

- Zuko warns them off with fire and they go home shouting about a dragon in a cave near the village

- Sokka is pretty sure that dragons aren’t real, or if they were they’re at least extinct, and even if they aren’t he’s fairly confident they don’t hang out in the snow

- He goes to investigate the cave and catches a glimpse of a boy, probably not much older than him, clearly hurt and in need of help, but he also gets fire shot at him

- He starts taking food to the cave, leaving it near the entrance, it never gets eaten but the fire always tells him the boy is still there

- He sits by the entrance for a while just talking, about the tribe, about the village, about anything just to try to tell the boy he’s not by himself anymore

- The food never gets eaten and Sokka starts to worry about it, he calls in to tell the boy that he’s going to come to the entrance, he’s not going to come in, not going to look at him, he just wants to show him the food is safe

- So he does, trying to be confident in the idea that he isn’t about to be set on fire, eats a spoon of the soup and a drink of the water in view and puts it back

- The next morning the bowl is empty, the water gone and Sokka finally feels some relief

- He starts to spend time just sitting near the edge of the cave, reading a book he borrowed from Gran Gran

- Each time he does he can hear the boy coming closer, shuffling along the wall of the cave

- One day, when he knows the boy is close, Sokka slides his hand into the cave and asks the boy’s name

- The boy bumps his hand into Sokka’s and a small flame writes in the snow

- ‘Zuko’

[bunnieswithknives]

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[justalittlelilac]

Four days.

You had four days to tell Qiu Lin you were in love with them, and you just missed your first opportunity.

Part 1

The rickety "hideout" fort creaked mournfully under you as you climbed its weathered wall, pulling yourself toward the top. Pale, sun-bleached wood like dry bones brushed your skin, and you were careful with your hand placement to avoid splinters for the thousandth time.

The fort was a skeleton of your childhood, each wooden beam a brittle rib holding together a heart that beat with memories. The wood was warping in some places, and every nail was colored with rust. At some point over the years, you had to get creative with your foot placement because the rock wall was missing its original number of steps.

You could still hear Mrs. Lin's voice from a year ago, requesting Mr. Lin to tear it down, calling it a "safety hazard." It absolutely was—is—but that didn't stop Qiu, Tamarack, and you from protesting incessantly over keeping it up. The two adults eventually relented, much to your trio's pleasure of keeping a piece of your childhood a bit longer.

As you reached the top, you thought distantly that it'd likely come down now that Qiu wouldn't be here, the true reason for it still standing gone. Nostalgic bitterness coated your throat like a sour film with the understanding that next fall, this yard would likely be empty, and this fort would be nothing but another memory.

"Hey stranger," a familiar voice called, pulling you back from the brink of your common stormy thoughts. Your eyes snapped up, and there they were—Qiu, grinning down at you with that easy, sunlit smile and amused dark eyes, crouched against the post of the opening.

It was like everything else dimmed. Your breath caught, and for a moment, your mind went blank, as if spooked by their very sight, as if you had forgotten why you were here.

They were just as beautiful as you remembered. Even more so. Their hair was half up, dark and loose, a few strands framing their face. Their grin settled into a gentle smile as they reached out a hand to help you up. Schooling your features to be more nonchalant, you readily grasped it, relishing the warmth that spread up your arm from the contact.

"Hey yourself," you replied cooly while climbing into the hideout. Your nose was filled with the scent of old wet wood and earth as you righted yourself and briefly took in the interior. The thing hadn't changed since the last time the three of you were in it—a shrine to simpler days.

The ceiling was bordered with a string of battery-operated twinkle lights—long since burned out, victims of time and the elements. A rouge blanket lay crumpled in the corner abandoned. Some well-worn comics and magazines were scattered around it haphazardly as if the group had left in a hurry and just never returned.

No time travel was involved, yet it felt like only yesterday—this time capsule of youth.

Qiu settled themselves against the far wall, stretching their legs, and you did the same across from them. There was no way the two of you could stand in the space anymore. That ended around age 14, but somehow, you kept coming back, all of you. It was like a touchstone, a headquarters.

Now, the small fort was comfortably cramped with your legs stacked side-by-side. Qiu shoved their hands in their jacket pockets and leaned their head back to look at the ceiling. It was a routine of sorts; no words are needed right away. No expectation of entertainment in the slightest. Just the quiet calm between two people who knew each other better than anyone else.

"Oh, right!" Qiu exclaimed, suddenly remembering, twisting around to reach into the back pocket of their jeans. You couldn't help but smirk; it was so like Qiu to forget why they'd asked you to come in the first place. Even still, you were buzzing with curiosity.

After a moment of fumbling, they produced something, hiding it behind their back, and paused for dramatic effect with a grin. You laughed and nudged their leg.

"Come on, you're killing me here, and it's getting cold!" The sun had already dipped below the tree line, blanketing the world in the blues and purples of twilight. It had also taken the warmth, and you could start to see your breath puff small, visible clouds. As you waited, you could faintly smell smoke on the gentle wind of someone burning leaves. Qiu chuckled in response.

"Okay, okay, I've made you suffer long enough." With a self-assured smirk, they revealed what they'd been hiding. Dangling from their hand was a keychain—a small, smiling dolphin. It spun lazily on its metal ring like a leaf caught in a gentle current.

You blinked, then reached out to take it, turning it over and brushing your thumb over the warm, smooth plastic. The words were engraved in delicate cursive on the dolphin's side: "Prism Vista City."

Where Qiu was attending school.

It had been quite a story of how Qiu ended up there. Last year, seemingly out of the blue, back from the dead, an old childhood friend, Baxter Ward, had reached out to all of you wanting to make amends and reconnect. Somehow, that led Qiu and their parents to California to visit Baxter and see the university there.

Unsurprisingly, Qiu fell in love with the city. With its warm weather, bright lights, and something always going on—ever-changing, it was right up Qiu's alley. Moreover, the university held a highly reputable program that Qiu wanted to study, and they already knew someone in the area.

Of course, they had been accepted. Of course, they had decided to go. You had been happy for them. Thrilled, even. It had seemed like such a grand adventure—a reunion, a new beginning. How could you ever be upset about that?

Your fingers tightened around the dolphin, bending its top fin slightly.

"For your keys!" Qiu said with some pride, crossing their arms. That's right, you had car keys now. At the beginning of summer, your mom relinquished ownership of the old vehicle to you and bought herself a newer one. It had made you feel invincible, like a superhero, driving Qiu and Tamarack around on those late, warm nights with the windows down and music blasting. Another memory you held dear.

"Thanks! It'll be my first one, actually. This was really thoughtful, Qiu. You didn't have to get me anything, though," You gave them a genuine smile, clutching the little gift to your chest.

Qiu beamed at you like they'd just won the lottery. For a moment, that familiar flutter filled your stomach. You could tell them now. You could get it over with and let the words out into the open air, but then what? The thought flickered, and you brushed it aside.

What mattered was that Qiu was here now, and time was slipping through your fingers like water. You could tell them how you felt, risk losing them forever, or stay silent and lose them just the same. You opened your mouth to speak, but Qiu beat you to it.

"I absolutely needed to! I was at the pier with Micah and some of our other friends—you remember me telling you about Micah, right? Well, anyway, it's actually a pretty funny story. We'd all just got out of class, and Kacy said…" The rest of Qiu's story had faded into radio static.

Your eyes trailed down to the dolphin with its mocking smile. Right. Qiu was building a life there. They already had new friends, like you knew they would. Even outside of Golden Grove, they still shined.

They were already building new memories. Memories that didn't include you.

Like watching a movie that you already knew the ending to, you felt yourself drift away from the moment, just like everything else in this damn town.

Just like everything else in your life.

If only you were more like them, brave enough to leave, to chase the unknown. But you weren't. You weren't smart like that, determined—ambitious. You had chosen to stay, to settle, and that's where your life remained buried, while Qiu's only grew like vines reaching for the sun.

"Hey, you okay?" Came Qiu's voice. You finally snapped your head up to look at them, a dull ache forming behind your eyes. They wore an amused smile until it melted off their face at whatever expression they saw on yours.

You tried to school it into something more pleasant and failed miserably. Qiu's face morphed into concern, and they sat up straighter. "What's wrong? You know you can tell me."

You shook your head, shoving the dolphin deep into your coat pocket, where it felt like a lead weight. "It's nothing. I'm just super stressed about this last exam I have to do tonight," you lied.

The words tasted bitter in your mouth. At one point in your adolescence, lying came as naturally to you as breathing. Lying to teachers, parents, and, in one case, the authorities, but never Tamarack and Qiu. Nowadays, lying comes out in 'I'm doing great's and 'Yeah, I love school!'

A rock settled in your stomach, watching Qiu nod in understanding, believing you. "Man, I feel you there. I still have an essay due at midnight," they commiserated.

"How much do you have left to do?" You inquired earnestly, happy to have the shift in conversation. Qiu's eyebrows pinched together, and they winced.

"I, uh, sort of haven't started it yet," they confessed with a sheepish grin. "I wanted to see you first. Plus, there's no way it'll take all night anyway."

"Qiu!" You groaned exasperatedly. Their eyes darted away guiltily, and you reached down to lightly smack their leg, earning another wince. "Well, that settles it." You shuffled towards the exit and began to climb down the rock wall. From behind, you heard Qiu mutter something and then sigh.

"Aw, come on! I just got back. Just a little longer?" they pleaded. Your feet landed with a soft thud on the grass below, and you turned to look up at them, leaning over the rail, just like the first time you met—except you were not as merciful as your ten-year-old self.

"Only one of us gets to be the burnout, Qiu Lin, and that role is already taken so—" you claimed with mock pride while putting your hands on your hips. In the same instance, you jutted a thumb behind you to their house. "Get to it."

Qiu's smile faltered. They never liked it when you joked about that. But it was true—you were the former gifted kid turned crash-out stoner while Qiu was…well, Qiu.

"That's not…" Qiu began, but you cut them off.

"If you don't start now, I'll make sure mom doesn't bring her pumpkin pie tomorrow," you threatened with a devilish smirk. Qiu laughed and narrowed their eyes.

"You wouldn't," they challenged.

"Find out," you shot back. Qiu's eyes widened with panic.

"Alright! Okay!" They gave a resigned sigh. "You know too many of my weaknesses; you've become too powerful." With a final sigh, they swung over the rail and jumped to the ground. You laughed at their antics. The fall wasn't nearly as high as when you were kids, but Qiu still managed to make it look daring.

In the deepening twilight, you stood there, face to face, the stars now bright and clear above you. They seemed closer here, sharper, like little diamonds twinkling in an onyx net. One of the things you loved most about Golden Grove was the minimal light pollution.

You, Qiu, and Tamarack had spent so many nights stargazing. Even more so with just the two of you. It felt like it had been yours and Qiu's thing—a private ritual. Qiu followed your gaze, and their smile grew as they looked up to the heavens.

"Jeez, I forgot how bright the stars are. You don't get that in Prism Vista," they said, almost wistfully.

"Yeah, that's cities for you," you murmured, wondering if they had looked up at the same night sky in those last few months and thought of you.

"True," Qiu replied. "Then again, with so much to do there, who needs stars? We used to stare at them for hours just to keep from going out of our minds with boredom." They chuckled softly, still gazing upward, sounding so casual.

Your heart ached. This thing that had meant so much to you was a distraction to them. For you, it had never been about the stars. It had always been about the person beside you, the one who had put them in the sky.

"…Qiu?" Your voice came out small, almost fragile. They lowered their head from the sky to look down at you, a kind smile gracing their face. Silence stretched thickly between the two of you.

Qiu's brow softened, and their smile shifted into something gentler, sending a flush to your cheeks and making your heart race. You stepped back, wussing out from whatever you were originally going to say. "Uh, we'll be over around three tomorrow," you said instead, stumbling over your words. "Mom wants us to help." Qiu blinked, momentarily thrown off.

"Oh, right. Yeah, I'll let mom know," they nodded, still looking slightly confused. You turned, eager to escape, but Qiu continued. "You don't have to go, though! If you're not busy—I mean, you could help me with this essay?" they asked, hopefully.

You turned back with a tight smile. "No, I need to get back to do that exam, and besides, you know we'd never get anything done, and then my threat would be pointless because I'm the one who distracted you," you laughed, then added, "Thanks again for the gift," You held up the dolphin and quickly shoved it back in your pocket. Qiu nodded, half-smiling.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then." With your own nod, you turned and headed in the direction you came.

"Love you!" Qiu called after you when you were halfway across the yard.

The words flowed through you, brushing delicately against your heart like a breeze, but you didn't answer, letting the crunch of leaves underfoot drown out the silence.

You pretended not to hear as you went, knowing it wasn't that kind of love and you couldn't say it back this time. That was boundary of your lying.

"I love you too," you whispered into your scarf as you went, clutching the keychain harder.

This was going to be the hardest Thanksgiving break of your life.

Part 3

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 2 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23 𐙚 — stoner!matt sturniolo part 2. smut

warnings; pure smut hehe, mentions of weed, protective!matt, f!reader pt.1

“let him hear whata pretty slut u are, mm?” he loves the way ur glossy eyes widen. all foggy and ditsy from the previous cherry kissed drags ! ! placing messy smooches all over ur collarbone as u nuzzle into his neck all flustered and cheeky at the lil idea ! ! ur cunnty fluttering at the naughty tingle. “Matt!” U whine feeling so fithly by the way it filled ur cloudy thoughts, all eager and needy : ((

giggling in matts neck, the strong weedy smell filling ur senses “damn mama, gotta get high with you more often” he chuckled huskily. gripping ur plush hips and dragging his girl plopped down on his lap ! ! “nah’ but im being for real baby, letting him hear your heavenly moans” he whispered. eliciting a surprised squeak as he softly rutted against ur clothed, pretty pussy. feeling the way ur thighs clenched together coyly ! ! why did he have to be so teasing? ? : ((

“mmph, feels so good matty’ you swoon. ur head feeling so light and fluffy, lolling on his shoulder — the sweet, wet mess in ur panties making u feel even needier : (( “yah baby? fuck ma, your wet arnt’ ya?” he smirks. lifting ur dewy thighs just to grind them back down on his throbbing bulge ! ! becoming almost unbearable the moment ur pretty doe eyes find his.

all u could do was nod dumbly. his bulgy zipper meeting ur puffy clit : (( making u all whiney as his lips slam against urs tasting ur sweet, berry lipgloss. a groan falling from his tongue as u opened eagerly. his tongue sweeping in ur drooling mouth. ur lashes flutter closed — his hands glazing ur soft thighs before squeezing ur ass. “fuck, words ma” he drawls against ur lips. “n-need you matt!” you mewl blushing. feeling the smirk the curled against ur lips. “fuck, knew it pretty girl, ima’ show my brother just how much your mine ma”

you were ditsy to the lil fact that he keeped his door a crack open. he knew chris was downstairs, huffing on the plush coach.. and he loved showing off ur blissful moans ! ! especially the lil giggles and mewls that the weed elicited in ur dewy thoughts. ur heart beating in rhythm with ur throbbing cunnty : ((

be was impatient ! ! So were u hehe letting his large hands replace his mouth, now occupied with ur flushed skin groping and squeezing ur soft flesh as his lips trailed down ur front. biting at ur pebbled nipples teasingly as he rolls the pretty buds against his tongue ! ! so coy as his hot tongue leaves ur full tits gliding down ur tummy as he lays suckled, bubblegum marks. u squirm underneath him as his licks the top lace of ur panties, pulling the flowery fabric as it softly snapped back down. u squeaked ! ! he laughed smugly as his teeth gripped the tiny things and dragged them down ur thighs ur aroused glaze dampening ur inner thighs. the sight making his cock swell unbearably more ! ! u blushed clenching ur legs together as if u were embarrassed : (( u just felt so dirty, absolutely dripping for him as ur pretty mind spun in a delicate high ! “dont hide for me, baby. lemme see this pussy” he pries ur legs apart his eyes devouring the sight of ur sweet cunt. drooling and puffy ! ! he smirks coyly, watching u giggle and fluster all sweetly. u were just so needy ! !

his fingers glide up ur inner thighs, before finally cupping ur cunnty ! ! you gasp softly as his digits dive into ur dripping folds. letting ur sweet essence coat his long fingers. licking his lips as his eyes met urs, so pretty. All glassy and wide, so naughty. “how ya’ want it mama tongue or cock, baby?” he grins watching ur hips buck up as he twirls circles around ur puffy clit all teasingly : ((

u whine ! ! “n-need u inside me!” u mewl, so high and needy u couldnt take it ! ! making grabby hands towards his shoulders as he plays with ur swollen cunnty : (( ! ! “damn baby, i like this stoner you, y’know what you fucking need pretty girl”

it wasnt long before ur plushy thighs are sprawled around his waist, his large hands gripping onto ur hips as u bounce on his cock ! ! ur lashes fluttering open and closed as pretty moans and mewls of pleasure leave ur cherry smoked lips. ur glossy state just making u so bold ! ! ! his groans and ur soft screams filling the cozy room as u grind his tip into that sweet spot inside u ! ! Gummy walls clenching him so tightly — fucking up into u so fast you couldnt even think ! ! “taking me so fcking good baby” he groans — kissing u messily as his eyes roll back ! ! The sounds u were making were absolute heaven him hoping that his fcking brother heard ! ! : ))

he felt ur drooling walls clench around his, squeezing his cock as he guides ur hips knowing u were so lost in pleasure u could only whimper and moan ! ! “fuck mama, cum for me. Let it all out baby girl, wanna see that pretty little curl” the moment his words flowed through ur cloudy head, u cummed ! ! ur lips curling in their mewling pout as u writhed on top of him his head throwing back as he pumped into u, thick ropes of cum shooting inside as you rode him through both ur orgasms — full tits bouncing as ur loud angel moan filled the room ! ! and god, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen

chris couldnt unhear ur moans for weeks — but matt made it perfectly clear that his girl only smoked pot with her man : )) and only he could make u feel so good hehe

[kkpwnall]

tell me something (give me hope for the night) || rated t || 7.3k words

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for alex @ariadnebf happy holidays and a happiest new year!! i hope 2024 is as kind to you as you've been to me this past year, it's been a joy to get to talk to you and hang out online together. you're a great friend and i'm so glad we met in this little corner of the internet!! thanks for bringing us all together <33

with many thanks to lou @cheatghost for so lovingly beta reading <33

“Well well well, if it isn't Steve Harrington…”

Steve drops his head on the ticket counter. This cannot be happening.

In his breathless sprint through the airport, he didn’t even look at any of the other passengers sitting at the gate. So of course the first time he hears that drawling voice again in six– hell almost seven years now– has to be when he's absolutely shit out of luck. 

He pulls in a deep, centering breath before he straightens up and spins around to face him, plastering on his most charming smile and leaning hard against the ticket counter. 

“Eddie Munson, how the hell are you?” Alright, tone it down. Tries to pass off the way he cringes by running a hand through his hair. “What uh, what brings you all the way out here?”

“Missing the same flight you are, by the looks of it.” Eddie smirks at him, brown eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief. 

Steve’s not a hundred percent sure he’s not just imagining Eddie standing there, in the middle of the gate seating, shoving a worn paperback into a lumpy duffle bag. Because just like that it’s 1986 again, and all those old feelings he packed up and put away, never to be seen again, swore up and down he was over and done with forever, flood through his brain. Hot and prickly. Like some sort of holiday air travel-induced delirium.

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[dimplesandfierceeyes]

Don't know if u r still taking bad buddy prompts. But if u r, high school patpran teaching kissing or practicing kissing and Pat realizing his feelings and getting together.

OP.

OP OP OP.

How did you know?

How did you know this was my weakness?

Anyway, when this prompt came in the whole plot basically appeared in my head fully formed and all I needed was the time to make it real. I hope you all enjoy!

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Practice Makes Perfect

(I know, I know, the least original title ever)

Pran wasn’t sure when it had become an unspoken rule that they would meet in his bedroom. He guessed it made sense. Pat’s family was nosy; they walked in and out of each other’s bedrooms unannounced and didn’t seem to like doing anything alone if they could drag another person into it too. Still, every time Pat was in his room, Pran’s heart rate skyrocketed with anxiety. (Only anxiety, definitely only anxiety.)

Pat was here again, all lanky-limbed six-foot of him sprawled over Pran’s bed like he was entitled to it. He’d grown again. Up until last year they’d been neck-and-neck for height but this year, Pran had slowed down and Pat, annoyingly, hadn’t. Not only that, but his shoulders were getting broader too whilst Pran’s stayed stubbornly slim, just like his mae’s. Not for the first time, Pran wished he’d inherited more of his father’s easy musculature.

“So we just gotta watch the scene and answer these questions right?” Pat asked, staring at the sheet he was holding in front of him. He was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows so he could screen while Pran had claimed the desk chair.

“Yes.” 

“Oh, cool! That’s easy.” 

They were working on literature homework: the interpretations of play adaptation. This was the second version of this play they were watching and the questions were mostly about drawing comparisons. Pran clicked on the file the teacher had uploaded and blinked as a thumbnail popped up showing two male characters.

“I thought this was supposed to be the kiss scene?” Pat questioned. “Has the teacher uploaded the wrong file?”

“I don’t think so. Nobody else has said it was a different scene,” Pran replied. He was still staring at the screen, his heart pumping so much faster than it should have been as he considered the only other possibility. 

“So basically it’s a BL version,” Pat laughed.

“I guess.” Pran furiously told his heart there was no difference between watching a straight kissing scene with Pat or watching a BL one. It didn’t listen.

“Alright, let’s get started, I guess.”

Pran had never wished for his parents to get home early from the weekly shop but it turned out there really was a first time for everything. Unfortunately, no engine noise rumbled up to the front gate and Pran was forced to accept that this was, in fact, happening. 

He could barely pay attention to the questions on the sheet of paper in front of him, though he spent as much time as he could staring down at it as the men on the screen danced around each other, feeling the other out, before finally shattering the tension, reaching for each other as if starving. Pran had watched the exact same scene in class between a man and a woman without even blinking. Now he was hot all over, hyper aware of Pat lying on his bed behind him watching two men kiss on his computer screen, and he could only hope that his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt they should be. 

The end of the scene couldn’t come soon enough.

“Okay,” Pran said as professionally as he could manage, lifting his sheet in the air to show he meant business as he quarter-turned in his chair so he had his profile to Pat. 

“What do you think it’s like for the actors? To kiss a guy, I mean,” Pat chimed in with his usual inability to not send Pran’s mind into chaos. 

“Pretty much like kissing a girl,” Pran replied tightly, lifting his sheet a little higher. It was once again ignored.

“Do you think it is? Just the same as a kissing a girl? I think it would be different.”

“Why would it be different? They’re both just people.” Pran replied, unable to believe he was actually locked into this conversation.

“I don’t know,” Pat shrugged. “Have you ever done it? Kissed a guy?” 

Pran barely managed not to choke on his own saliva. “Wh-What business is that of yours?” 

Pat’s eyes went as round as saucers, his mouth dropping open. “Wait, you have?”

“I didn’t say that,” Pran replied rapidly but he could see it was already too late.

“Holy shit, you have! Why didn’t you tell me?” If a tone of voice could be a pout, Pat’s would have been a prime example.

“Why would I tell you that?”

“Who was it?”

“Why would I tell you that either?”

“You know all the girls I’ve kissed,” Pat complained.  

Unfortunately, Pran thought to himself. “It’s not like I ever asked for that information.”

Pat ignored the jibe, steamrolling over it. “So, was it? Was it different from kissing a girl?”

“None!” Pran replied spitefully, despite having never kissed a girl.

“Oh,” Pat looked disappointed. “Not at all?”

“What sort of difference should there be?” Pran asked, exasperated. 

“I don’t know, it just feels like there would be.” Pat frowned for a second before suddenly his expression released and he looked at Pran like he’d just thought of something. Pran got a sharp and defined sense of foreboding. “What if we tried it?”

“What?” Pran squeaked.

“I mean, I know you didn’t think there was a difference, but maybe it would be different for me,” Pat reasoned. 

"And this is my problem, how?" Pran managed to force out as his entire body launched into a state of panic hitherto only observed in mice fleeing a hungry cat. 

"Oh, come on," Pat whined in a way that was terrifyingly close to the way that had wheeled Pran into truly remarkable levels of trouble several times. "It's not like I'd be your first guy; I'd just be your second! It's not like it's special or anything."

"What kind of logic is that? Then I'd-I'd be your first!"

"I don't mind," Pat replied with a shrug and Pran's mind gurgled. 

He knew he had to say no, that if he kept just pointing out problems Pat would just keep countering them. But then he’d be saying no. To Pat kissing him.

“Come on, what do you want?” Pat asked, sounding exasperated.

“What?”

“I know you’re just stretching it out because you want me to agree to lose at something in return.”

“I don’t need you to agree to lose; I can make you lose any day.” Pran replied automatically. Pat rolled his eyes.

“Just name your terms, Parakul.”

Pran flung out an idea from the void. “The next rugby match. If I’m close to the goal post, find a way to fumble the ball to me.”

Pat frowned, brow furrowing as if in dilemma, before huffing dramatically. “Fine. The next match is yours.”

Pran’s already abused heart was electrocuted by the words, now hammering at double the speed. He’d agreed. He might not have actually said the words, but he’d agreed to let Pat kiss him. He didn’t know if he was a genius or insane. 

Pat seemed to be waiting for something and it took Pran a second to realise it was for him to walk over to the bed. His mind rebelled the idea, it felt too much like a capitulation to be the one to move. And what if he looked eager? He couldn’t bear the thought.

“I’m not going to you,” he said as dismissively as he could manage. “You were the one who wanted to see how different it was.”

Another huff was released and then Pat rolled his eyes so dramatically his whole head got involved in the action, but he did start to lift himself off the bed. 

Pran only realised what a mistake he’d made when Pat was already looming in front of him. Then Pat was leaning forwards and Pran was caged in, one of Pat’s hands on the desk next to him to steady himself and the other reaching for Pran’s cheek. It found it with a gentleness that was foreign, strange. Pran’s lungs pulled in short, sharp breaths through his nose as Pat’s long fingers settled around his ear and he was pinned by Pat’s uncertain gaze.

He waited for him to call it off, convinced that this alone would be enough to make Pat retreat, that he would pull back, laugh, shake his head, proclaim how weird it was, but instead… instead…

Instead Pat’s eyes fell shut and his head tilted and he bowed lower and lower until his lips made contact with Pran’s. The touch was soft but without hesitation, lips slipping open to catch Pran’s between them. Then, already, they were pulling away, leaving Pran’s mouth cold and wanting. Pran flicked his eyes open, not sure even when he’d closed them, and watched as Pat opened his own, slow and unfocused.

“You call that a kiss?” The question was supposed to be scathing, mocking, anything that brought them back to their status quo, but Pran’s voice was suddenly hoarse and breathless, as though he hadn’t spoken in weeks and his throat was parched. 

There was no hiding the want in every syllable.   

“What would you call it?” Pat asked. To Pran’s devastation, he sounded just as rough.

“Barely anything,” Pran replied, his voice half a whisper as adrenaline flooded through his veins. 

Because he knew what he was going to do next. 

And he knew there was no way of stopping himself even if he tried. 

As if the want inside of him had torn into his limbs, seizing control, his hand shot up and grabbed Pat by the back of his head. He dragged him down, no gentleness, no subtlety, no mercy. He ransacked Pat’s mouth like a thief ripping through a household, eager to take everything he could before occupants woke up. 

He didn’t expect Pat to fight back. 

There was no paralysed surprise, no frozen astonishment, Pat let him take and take and take and then stole it all back and more. His hand gripped at Pran’s hair, his teeth nipped and scraped over Pran’s lip, his tongue licked into Pran’s mouth like he wanted to own it. Pran could barely breathe under the onslaught, control slipping away from him as he tried to process the ferocity of Pat’s response. Then all the competition seemed to slip away and they were just kissing, kissing, kissing.

By the time they broke apart, they were both gasping for air. 

Pran looked up at Pat in astonishment, but Pat didn’t look back. His eyes were still closed, forehead bent against Pran’s forehead as he hauled oxygen into his lungs, like he was trying to fix the memory of their kiss in his head forever. The only sound in the entire room was their broken breathing.

Then he smiled, the single most beautiful and most ruinous smile Pran had ever seen, before he opened his eyes. He tilted his head as he grinned down at Pran like they were sharing a secret. Pran felt his mouth respond in kind and Pat’s gaze dipped down, catching on his lips before dragging back up.

Instinctively, deliberately, somewhere in between, Pran’s eyeline dropped from Pat’s captivating gaze to his tempting mouth. His lips were red and puffy, shining with a hint of…

Me, Pran thought. That’s from me. 

And he looked back up in time just to see Pat lean back down and then he was being kissed again. He responded instantly, surging up to steal more of Pat’s taste, and somehow ended up standing, his hands in Pat’s hair. Pat’s arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, making Pran’s heart jolt as they were pressed together from hip to chest and Pat’s heat bled through their clothes. 

He’d never been this close to another person. Not even the only other boy he’d kissed, who’d sat next to him and kissed him awkwardly, neither of them entirely sure what they were doing. This—Pat—was something else entirely. He felt submerged in him, Pat on his tongue, on his skin, on his body, everywhere and anywhere, all at once, and he sank into him rapturously, a willing victim of his own drowning. 

Pat tugged and Pran followed, edging carefully, unhurriedly, across the floor as their mouths danced to a rhythm of their own making. Then Pat pulled away to drop down onto Pran’s bed, dragging Pran after him. Pran settled eagerly into his lap, unable to resist one little quip before bent his head to kiss him.

“In my bed already, Napat? Are you always this easy?”

“No, you’re just special,” Pat replied breathlessly and then Pran had to devour him. 

Pran didn’t know how long their fourth kiss lasted for but by the time they broke apart, the streetlights outside were turning a burnt umber and Pran’s lips were so sensitive they were tingling. He swallowed weakly, hands still twisted in Pat’s hair, hips almost bruised with Pat’s fingerprints.

 “So. Any differences?” he found himself asking. Pat chuckled breathlessly. 

“Just a few, yeah.” 

Pran smiled back at him, his lips almost sore but in a pleasant way as he curved them upwards. One of Pat’s thumbs had found its way under Pran’s shirt and was rubbing over the skin at the base of his waist. 

“Can we do this again?” Pat asked, eyes dropping to Pran’s mouth. “More than once? Can we do this many times?”

Pran laughed. “How often are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Once a week? Once a day? Once an hour?” Pat grinned cheekily and Pran’s cheeks were going to ache from how broad his own smile was. 

“You’re gonna wake up every hour, are you?”

“It would be worth it.” That was too much for Pran. He closed his eyes, shaking his head as he laughed again.

“You’re so cheesy.” 

“Pran, I’m serious. I think we should date.” Pat continued earnestly, a smile still colouring his voice like a warm sunset.

Pran opened his eyes, wide and uncertain. Pat looked back at him candidly.

“Pat…That…”

"You don't want to?"

"I… didn't say that." 

Pat beamed, somewhere between delighted and smug and Pran shoved him backwards with more show than force. Pat faked falling anyway, tilting backwards dramatically before bouncing up with a grin. Pran tried not to be affected by it.

“If our parents found it, they would kill us,” he pointed out.

“Why would they need to find out? I sneak into your bedroom almost every week. They’ve never found that out, have they?” 

Pran loved how stubborn Pat was.

“We won’t be able to tell anyone. I mean, anyone. Not even Duke. Not even Pa.” 

“Is this you saying yes? Pran, are you saying yes to me?”

“Who said I’m saying yes,” Pran tried to sound aloof but it was hard when he was still straddling Pat’s lap and his hands had settled on Pat’s shoulders.

Pat’s smile spilled out over his entire face, eyes little more than curved lines as he laughed. “You are. You are saying yes,” Pat told him. Pran didn’t disagree.  

He also didn’t disagree when Pat said they should kiss again. 

~~~

Aaaand done. Don't think about what happens after the concert. @miscellar already made that mistake. Just don't do it yourself.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it OP! And all the others that come across this mini fic! Look out for an actually edited version of this to appear on AO3 sometime soon....

[sailoreuterpe]

fifth day tinimmy my true love gave to me

an exchange of rings!! beach chemistry comforting magic sparks above and confessions at a party

"I'm glad you didn't say no," Jimmy Junior says against Tina's hair. "Sorry for throwing up on your shoes." "Sorry for stepping on your feet during last dance," Tina mumbles against his arm. She's half-asleep and delirious with joy. The ring on her finger shines, the tacky plastic gemstone somehow still sparkling more than the fireworks in the night sky. Jimmy Junior puts up his matching hand and his own capsule trinket is bright as another firework bursts overhead, curtesy of Tammy's need to show off. Tina's not upset; she loves fireworks as much as anyone else, and watching them on the beach with her boyfriend after prom is a dream come true. Even if half of them spell out Tammy's name. "Do ya think we'll still have them when we're old?" Jimmy Junior asks with a yawn. He takes Tina's hand and their prom presents clink together. They'll have to head home eventually, but not quite yet. Tina doesn't hesitate to answer, confidence in every slurred word. "Maybe. Maybe we'll have better ones." Jimmy Junior meets her beaming smile with one of his own. His eyes glow with stolen beer and joy, until they're veiled as he leans down to kiss Tina as deeply as he can.

Tina sighs against the redhead's lips and then snuggles down into his embrace once more. The waves lap at her feet and wash her shoes clean. She's delirious with joy and probably an emerging hangover.

Tina lets the colorful lights overhead and the comforting weight on her finger lull her to sleep as surely as Jimmy Junior's heartbeat against her ear.

[fatuismooches]

*kicks door open*

Saw that Dottore post talking in a different language in the middle of class. It will NOT stop me for brain rotting.

God he'd say everything and anything he wants to tell you in the language that attracts you the most and he'd laugh affectionately when you glate at him with a red face. He'd be SO teasing about it, calling you pet names you don't know the meaning of but he says it so sweet and tender that it makes ur heart beat so fast,, you'd see him leaving notes to you with lines of what it seems to be a poem and you dont understand at all, and the segments do it to you as well like!!! CMON 😭😭

They refuse to help you study the language bc it's not a collective thing they do and they all use so many different languages it makes ur head spin

IM IN SHAMBLES MOOCHES... THAT ANON GOT ME ON A FRENZY OF IDEAS IM CRYING GFAHGHGDHGRSAAGGHHHH

But imagine making ur own language just to level with dottore???? After learning it and developing it n becoming fluent, you burned all ur notes and documents of your own language and u watch him and the segments fume when you talk to him in a language he has never heard of

(Now imagine talking to a fellow harbinger with the said language, teaching them to further egg on him 🤭🤭🤭)

HCHKCHDOEHFOSIW this is kaiser and it's time for me to EXPLODE 💥💥💥

AHHUDWDWD THIS IS SO SO CUTE. IM BRAINROTTING SOOO HARD BEFORE CLASS UGHHH I LOVE THESE IDEAS😭😭❤️ He would be SO relentless with teasing you, you would literally have to BEG him to return to speaking in your native language because he is a monster ugh 😒😤 You would have no idea what he's saying no matter how much you try and plead for him to tell you... you eventually hear certain words so many times you just associate them with a pet name that you still have no clue as to what it is. You HATE how much he has you wrapped around his finger and blushing but you also love it because who doesn't love when the Doctor is so outwardly affectionate to you 😔❤️ tHE POEMS BRO. THE POEMS. I think he's also very bad at written affection but since it's in another language he has creative freedom 😭 you'll never know the disgusting sappy things he'll write. The clones being in on it is the funniest part lmao you thought they would be on your side 😭😭💔

oh MY GOD THOUGH READER MAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE IS MY FAVORITEEE PART!!!! I love when reader tries to one-up Dottore, like, two can play at that game honey, i'm not your lover for no reason 🤭 LMAO i can just imagine reader grinding out their language verbally and written, day and night, just to spite Dottore and make him feel what you feel >:)

The look on their faces would be PRICELESS. Dottore would ask you to repeat what you said and you would, happily, and then walk away as if what you said is everyday language... they would be scrambling to figure out what is going onnnnn 😭 HELP YESSS Pantalone, Bina, and Childe are the best candidates 🤭 He would be so annoyed at seeing you communicate with these three so jollying... ehehe also teaching his child clone the language too, because the baby would never betray you either and would stick his tongue out at the bribing of other clones.

DEEP BREATHES KAI DONT EXPLODE- 😭

[vox-monstera]

I • REALLY • WANT • YOU • TO • HATE • ME

Cyber Hanami 2023 - Day 1

Vox has some things to get off her chest.

cw: angst, mentions of death

It takes longer than usual for the coffee to brew this morning.

Maybe it’s Lupe’s inquisitive gaze, or perhaps the fact that V’s awake earlier than she should be, but the percolation against the silence of the Welles house is stifling. Light is just now breaking through the curtained windows, barely illuminating the darkened kitchen, but it’s just enough for Lupe to read the expression on V’s face.

“What’s the matter, corazón?”

“I’m fine,” V responds, avoiding Lupe’s eyes. She turns away from her, busying herself with the dishes, which Lupe’s let pile up more than she would’ve found acceptable before.

Three weeks and four days. That’s how long V was on the brink vacillating between life and death, absent to the world. It’s how long Lupe worried, night and day, wondering if V was flatlined under an overpass– or worse.

V wishes she had died then, on the beer-soaked carpet of the No Tell. It would’ve been better than dealing with the guilt, with the memory of Jackie’s pale green eyes losing that lively spark of theirs. She can still smell the blood on his brand-new suit jacket, feel his large, rough hand slowly lose its grip on hers. Her wet fingers come up to her forehead, finding the indent of the scar Dexter’s bullet left– the bullet she now carries tight against her chest.

A soft hand lands on her shoulder, and then Lupe’s voice, patient and low, pleads, “Vox, háblame.”

The room suddenly feels like it’s closing in on her. V sucks in a sharp breath, asphyxiated by her own thoughts, the aching in her lungs almost overwhelming. She clenches the edge of the sink, staring into the drain as the water trickles down along with any bravery she may have had left.

“Why’re you bein’ like this with me?”

The knot in her throat is unraveling, her tongue moving of its own accord and letting spill every emotion she’s felt in the last month.

“I let him die, Lupe,” V manages through gritted teeth, vision blurry as she tries to no avail to keep the tears from falling. “I watched as he went and I… I couldn’t do a fuckin’ thing about it. He deserved better; a better partner, a better friend. Someone who would’ve made sure he was here right now. And now you’re askin’ me over for coffee, bein’ so fuckin’ kind when you should be livid. You should hate me.”

Sobs are threatening to choke her on her own words, loud, ugly cries of helplessness. She feels Lupe wrap her arms around her shaking shoulders, press her warm cheek against V’s back as she reassures, “Ay, mi niña, I could never hate you. You are my own.”

Lupe pulls away and turns V to face her, gentle hands wiping the tears trailing down her to her jaw. She’s smiling despite it all, her wrinkled green eyes vibrant like Jackie’s, and for the first time since he died V feels a calmness come over her.

“From the day Jaquito brought you into this home, you’ve been a Welles. And nothing can change that, Vox.”

V’s lower lip quivers, and though she wants to protest she knows there’s nothing she can say that would make her take those words back. She brings her hand up to envelop Lupe’s, eyes glossy as she whispers, “I’m so sorry…”

“Lo sé, corazón, lo sé.”

Lupe pats V’s cheek tenderly before turning back to the stove, the coffee already past its boiling point. She portions it out into two small, intricately-decorated cups– tazas de viejita, as Jackie liked to call them. V smiles, taking one from Lupe’s hands, the burnt coffee’s bitter scent somehow comforting, familiar. The Welles house feels like home again.

“Y ya, deja eso de ‘Lupe’. Soy tu mamá, por el amor De Dios.”

[reginavulturum]

Batman Beyond Series Timeline

NOTE: I created this timeline based on the idea that Terry doesn't become Batman until the second half of his sophomore year and then I just sort of pieced everything together from there and it worked out pretty well for the most part. If I've messed anything up though, please let me know. I've included some further explanations for my decisions about this timeline as well as some thoughts about how this timeline effects the series after the read more. Also it might be helpful as you read this to have the episode list on hand.

Between January and May of 2039, during the second half of Terry’s sophomore year, he becomes Batman. This time spans from “Rebirth” to “Earth Mover” with Terry becoming Batman before Spring but after he turns 16. This puts his birthday between January and, at the latest, March, assuming the Spring Fling in “Golem” happens right before Spring break. This means that Spring break of 2039 occurs between “Golem” and “Meltdown”.

Summer break 2039 occurs between mid-late May to mid-late August over the time span of “Joyride” to “Lost Soul”

The first half of Terry’s junior year begins in mid-late August of 2039 and ends sometime in late December. This time spans from “Hidden Agenda” to “Final Cut” with Winter break occurring between “Final Cut” and “The Last Resort”.

The beginning of the second half of Terry’s junior year starts sometime in January 2040 until Spring break. During this time, Terry would have turned 17. This time spans from “The Last Resort” to “Zeta”. Spring break occurs after “Zeta” and ends right around the time of “Plague”. The rest of Terry’s junior year occurs in the time span of “April Moon” to “Ace in the Hole” (approx.  mid-late March to mid-late May) with “King’s Ransom” occurring either right before or right after the beginning of Summer break.

Summer of 2040 occurs from mid-late May to mid-late August. “Return of the Joker” happens sometime after “King’s Ransom” but before “Untouchable” with “Untouchable” being the last Summer episode before the new school year.

The first half of Terry’s senior year begins in mid-late August of 2040 and ends in late December. This time spans from “Inqueling” to “Unmasked”. “Out of the Past” occurs in late October. From “Out of the Past to “Unmasked”, the rest of the season takes place between November and early December. The crossover episode with “The Zeta Project”, “Shadows”, has to occur immediately after “Countdown” in either late November or early December with “Unmasked” happening shortly after that.

The “Static Shock” crossover episode “Future Shock” occurs after “Unmasked”, either right before or right after the beginning of Winter break of 2040 in late December.

The "Justice League: Unlimited" episode "Epilogue" occurs 15 years after "Rebirth" when Terry is 31.

1. The Zeta Problem

(a) In the animated series “The Zeta Project”, we’re told that Zeta (see "Going Rogue" section) broke from his programming and went on the run in early August of 2041. This timeline assumes that that date is incorrect along with any other timeline discrepancies caused by that show. “Zeta” can’t be in August if “Plague” is in March.

2. Assumptions and Explanations

(a) I know some people think that Terry’s exchange with the security guard outside Blight’s office in “Rebrith” (“little early for Halloween”/”just in time for Fall”) means that episode occurs in Fall of 2039, but sometimes a joke is just a joke and it makes more sense for the Spring Fling to occur in “Golem” two episodes later if Terry became Batman only a couple of months at most before that dance.

(b) Max likely discovers Terry is Batman towards the beginning of junior year, around late August to early September at most. I and others place this episode in Fall because a poster for a Homecoming Dance is featured in one scene and those usually happen at the beginning of the school year. I think the GAT is probably a General Aptitude Test given at the beginning of each new school year to determine where students are at academically before finalizing class schedules.

(c) In the episode “Revenant”, Terry’s reference to Willie getting out in time for junior prom after two more months in juvie could be read as “just in time for junior prom [at the end of the school year]” not that they’re necessarily two months away from the end of junior year. With Spring break happening nine episodes later, a lot more time than two months would have to pass for Willie to get out just barely in time for junior prom.

(d) The episode “Eyewitness” most likely occurs in November of 2039 since Sam Young is up for re-election as district attorney.

(e) The reason I set “Out of the Past” in late October of 2040 is because in at least one other Batman cartoon, "The Batman" (2004), Bruce's birthday is in October (see "Trivia" section). If you do a quick google search, there's like three other birthdays/months listed for Bruce across the DC multiverse so I just went with the one that was most convenient to my timeline and I make no apologies. Either way it has to be in Fall or Winter because "Return of the Joker" is in Summer of that year.

(f) I tend to think that “The Call” had to occur during Thanksgiving break because I can’t imagine Mary would have let Bruce send Terry to Metropolis if he wasn't on break, but that’s just an assumption.

(g) I believe Terry’s training with Kairi began around the start of his senior year and continued through until part 2 of “Curse of the Kobra”. I believe the events we see through most of part 1 of “Curse of the Kobra” occurred over the same span of time that passes between “Inqueling” and “Betrayal”. Mostly I believe this is the case because Terry’s training probably would have taken months and thinking of it this way makes the timline a bit tidier.  

(h) I set “Future Shock” right after “Unmasked” because KOBRA has a new leader (Zander is gone) and I kept it in December on the timeline because Terry looks dressed for cold weather.

(i) In the "Justice League: Unlimited" episode "Epilogue", Terry says that he was 16 when he became Batman. Some people think that means he didn't become Batman until the beginning of his junior year, but it's just as possible he became Batman during the second half of sophomore year if he has a birthday between January to March at the absolute latest (see my first bullet point for why). We know "Epilogue" occurs 15 years after "Rebirth" because Dana says she and Terry have been dating for 15 years and we know they likely didn't start dating until just before "Rebirth" when they were 16.

3. Rebirth Recontextualized

(a) Assuming “Big Time” occurs in September to early October of 2040 and we know Charlie Bigelow spent two years in jail, than he and Terry must have gone to prison sometime in September to early October of 2038. This would’ve been during the first half of Terry’s sophomore year and explains why in “Rebirth” he’s been split up from Matt (his parents think he’s a bad influence) and why things are so tense between him and Warren. If Terry was arrested in September/early October and did 3 months then he might not have gotten out of juvie until around late December/winter break, right before the series starts during the second half of his sophomore year. It seems that between his release and becoming Batman is when he and Dana got together since Mary talks like she doesn’t really know her in “Rebirth”. He’s basically just a couple months out of juvie when he becomes Batman.

(b) The first comic featuring Batman was published in March of 1939, so “Batman Beyond” starting around the same time of year in 2039 is really satisfying. As it happened, it was fairly easy to fit a timeline around that start time without too much finagling.

[the-irongirl]

aaaah, the annual not-at-all-infuriating feeling of being inspired to write and finally finish one of your wips but NOT being able to do it because you're on a two week holiday w/out laptop 🥲

I'm so happy to be able to travel and have some quality time with my family but I swear sometimes all I wanna do is lock myself up somewhere and just write about my otp being in love and breaking up and having sex and meeting for the first time and walking through 28462746 AUs together

[bonefall]

do you think bramblestar will go to the DF in your rewrite? is he going to die sooner or step down like in canon?

I plan to handle Bramblestar in a very similar way to canon, with him hopefully stepping down. But we'll have to wait to see how ASC goes; I do not rewrite arcs until they are done.

But I don't think he'll go to the Dark Forest. I've written at length about the bias within StarClan's judgements, but also about the uncomfortable but important point that abusers are human. I don't write Bramblestar like he's an effigy I'm setting up to be burned down for catharsis, I'm trying to write him like a person

He's obsessed with control. He has a constant fear that if he loses power over people, he will lose them too. It's a constant self-fulfilling prophecy as he mistreats his friends and family in these stupid games, ending up lonelier than ever, more convinced that he needs to cling tight.

And StarClan... most of all, they are disappointed with him. He had a chance to live a life broken away from his legacy and didn't take it. He was given a shot with prophecy and it only backfired, allowing a mediocre manchild to take power he never should have had. He used authority to abuse his family with stupid tests of loyalty instead of understanding the needs of his Clanmates, as his nine lives are given to do.

And yet, he wasn't a killer. He wasn't a blasphemer. He was loyal, and he respected the right of challenge. He did as commanded, when it was commanded of him, and when he strayed there were people to drag him back to his senses.

Cats died because he was careless. He was malicious out of pettiness. He was no villain. He was just a disappointment.

So StarClan would let him in, but his experience there is very lonely. In death as in life he has endless regrets, but now the people he's hurt no longer have to tolerate him.

His is a sad story, but one he wrote himself.

[chenfordspiral]

Sorry, if you’ve already answered this, but are you still planning to write Chenford fanfics?

I am! I actually just updated my multi chapter story Little bit of Love yesterday (you can read it over on AO3), although beyond this story? I make no guarantees. I have many, many ideas for stories, but I never know which ones will see the light of day eventually.

I’m not actively planning to stop writing Chenford fics, not as long as I feel inspired. Inspiration may be hard to find sometimes and I may need a break every now and again, but I don’t plan on stopping. With the right story ideas, I could see myself writing for them long after the show is over. Even with current events, I feel the need to continue writing happy fics for my own peace of mind. It’s a process, but writing helps me cope.

Thanks for asking! 😊

[leadandblood]

Jopson POV, wooo!

There will be more! I've already written more, where they actually interract, but this is the start of it, getting a feel for my Jopson, yk?

Summary:

Jopson has friends outside of Crozier :) Lt. Hodgson passed him with a smile. "Good night, sir." "Good night to you as well, Mr. Jopson. Ah, I see the captain is peckish..." he grinned and patted Jopson's shoulder. "Be sure to feed yourself, too. I know you forget." "I will, Lieutenant," he smiled briefly, but couldn't hide the bite in his voice. He didn't forget. He simply didn't wish to eat. Which is none of Hodgson's business.