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[bluefirewrites]

BEGGING YOU TO CONTINUE WALK A MILE IN MY DOODLED SHOES

🙏🙏🙏

This post made me look back and see what I worked on for Walk A Mile and found out I had been working on Chapter 12 and it had been 70% done. So here's a tidbit of what I wrote and then I'll see if I can finish it up (not sure if I can finish the whole story. From my outline it looks like I had it planned to be 23 chapters??)

Here's a snippet:

“Why don’t we just exorcize Luke?” Carlos suggested. 

Willie was immediately against it, “Unless you want a one way ticket to Nothingland. It’s as bad as those stamps.” 

Luke winced  and Carlos got the hint, “Okay, that’s out. Second suggestion? Let’s cast a spell!” 

We’re looking for real solutions, Carlos, Julie thought

There were already dismissive sounds going all around. 

All except for Reggie.

And Willie. 

“Wait,” Willie raised a hand, “Let’s hear the kid out.” 

He said it so straight that it had Alex peering at the skater closely, raising an ‘are you serious?’ brow at him. 

Is he serious? Julie wondered. 

After giving Carlos the green light, the kid rolled off the couch, left the room, and returned with his laptop, a browser full of tabs on display. 

“I was doing some research. Now, a bunch of mediums and paranormal investigators swear by this book.” 

Everyone surrounded the younger Molina to see a large leather bound book on an auction site. It was ruby red, though in the picture it was aged to an almost maroon at the edges. Hand-painted gold leaf text further dated this book as ‘really, really old’. 

“Encantus Potens?” Reggie read the title and gasped, “A spell book? Cool!” He turned to Alex, smirking.  

“Can we not rehash the whole ‘witch’ thing please?” Alex snapped. 

Willie’s eyes widened, “I’ve seen this book before.”  

“You have?” Luke vocalized Julie’s surprise.

“Yeah, it was Caleb’s,” Willie confirmed, “Looks exactly the same. And it has everything in it. And tons of ghost-related spells too.” 

Caleb did say he had a gift… and that he’s been practicing, Luke remembered.

Julie hummed in agreement, Must be with this book. And was he magic? Before he died? How could he-?

Forget about that, Julie! There could be something in that ghostly magic book that can help us!-

“Caleb and his circle would pass a copy around.” Willie went on, “They would do parlor tricks with it and show off. I haven't seen them meet up in a long time. A lot of them don’t associate with Caleb anymore. Or at least that’s the story I’ve heard.” 

“Or maybe he didn’t want to share anymore.” Reggie said what was on everyone else’s mind. 

“Besides the point,” Willie tapped the screen, “This book is legit. And so is the magic you can do with it.”  

“Can you get your hands on it?” Luke implored Carlos. 

The cursor hovered over the selling price. The outrageous figure made Julie’s wallet weep. 

“Unless you have a couple grand on you. You can’t find these at Barnes and Noble. I think only so many copies were made. It's what these ghost hunters and occultists stake out at estate sales and stuff.” 

“It’s a long shot, but I can ask Enrique” Willie said. 

There were looks of confusion all around and not just Carlos (who was only hearing part of the conversation). 

“The guy you met at the club,” Willie clarified, “White suit? Kiss-ass? But Caleb’s kiss-ass. I could probably trick him into telling me where he kept the book.” 

“That kind of book seems too important for it to be just lying around the club.” Luke said.  

Willie shrugged, “Gotta try. Or who knows, maybe it will wear off. Not like you guys will be stuck like this forever.”

“But what if though?” Reggie said. 

The room went dead silent. 

The possibility hadn’t occurred to either Julie or Luke. Not until Reggie uttered those words, his usual humor absent. 

“That’s-” Alex looked between him and ‘Juke’, “That’s not gonna happen. It won’t happen.”

Shoutout to @thedeathdeelers' character Enrique. Hopefully that's still a common headcanon!

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[bluerosefox]

Prom Invite

Wanna know what would be funny.

DeadTired Prom story.

Like no really hear me out.

As a bet or a dare or just Danny deciding to shoot his shot, Danny asks Tim Drake-Wayne to Casper's High Senior Prom via social media. He honestly thinks it will NEVER happen because come on its the internet and stuff.

But what if, what if Tim whose had an argument with Bruce or something and wanting to have some normal fun again before he became CO-CEO of WE or Red Robin see's the @ Danny sent him and decides you know what.

WHY THE HECK NOT?!

Danny wasn't expecting the guy to show up on prom night to pick him.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[choccy-milky]

Hello! When your Seb x Clora pregnancy one-shot is complete, will it be on ao3 or wattpad? (or both?)

waiting with bated breath btw

not pressuring a finish tho, take ur time Choccy 🥰

it'll be on both ao3 and wattpad!! and omg ik its taking long IM SORRRY, its bc its gonna be way longer than i expected LMAO, i just recently finished my outline and the outline ALONE is 41k words💀and im currently at 8.3k written😩🙏 IM GLAD YOU'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO IT THO🥹💖💖i defs hope to get it finished by this month or die trying...but heres a lil sneak peek in the meantime of impatient seb who cant wait to bring baby celeste into the world LMAO🤰👼

(seb is a freak but so is clora)

[teddybeartoji]

im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[humanjarvis]

more sylus vs caleb thoughts

random little musings i jotted down during my workday lol. just my personal ramblings and interpretations, not proofread

preface: i don't think that caleb has an approach to life that sylus can appreciate. and i think that no matter their similarities, their dislike for each other ultimately stems from the fundamentals, which are what lengths are they willing to go to—what boundaries that sylus respects above all is caleb willing to cross. they have been traumatized and persecuted in similar ways but developed clashing ideologies after the fact

appearance: caleb doesn’t worry too much about his appearance as long as you like it. he’ll let you pick out his clothes and dress him like a doll. he keeps himself fit and well-groomed, both for pilot reasons and because he thinks it’s the best shape for him to be in, but that’s about as much attention he spares his own looks. it’s not that he doesn’t care, but as someone with little self-worth, it’s just not in his nature to ~waste his energy thinking about it. if you’re happy, he’s happy. sylus isn’t vain, but he’s more concerned with how he looks and more interested in fashion. caleb will wear whatever uniform he has at that stage in life—aerospace academy, daa, fleet, etc.— with indifference, but i’d like to think that sylus sees clothes as a way to express himself after years of not having the freedom to and is meticulous about his wardrobe. 

spending: now that i think about it, sylus’s clothes and other expensive tastes may be 1) a way to compensate for the lack of access he had to those things as a persecuted youth and 2) just. a reflection of his willingness to spend money on himself. he can surround himself with the finer things without hesitation or issue, without questioning if he deserves it. i feel like caleb is more reluctant to do so, e.g., when mc sent him safety tips because his hair dryer was damaged to the point of being hazardous and he hadn’t bought a new one yet. he’ll lay money at mc’s feet, for sure, but the concept of spending it on himself just isn’t something that really occurs to him. it doesn’t cross his mind much, but when it does, he might even find it wasteful

decision-making: caleb is happy to make choices for you. sylus will leave it up to you, question if you really want his opinion, and subtly give you his preference when you say yes

working together?: they’re both ambitious and goal-oriented. sylus is used to working with people he doesn’t like, and caleb is unwilling to be seen as, and feel like, the lesser man. so i think they could overcome their differences and work together quite well potentially, if they shared a common interest 

how their dislike manifests: sylus’s dislike is more muted, mainly because he’s a more emotionally secure character. he doesn’t actively hate caleb without a specific reason, and he’s too self-assured to feel jealous, really. he wouldn’t trade his life or appearance for caleb’s, but it would be nice for mc to view him with the same outright trust and comfort she views caleb with. caleb actively dislikes sylus (though he may conceal it). he sees sylus as a threat to his relationship with mc (it’s less that he doesn’t trust her and more of his own thought that he doesn’t deserve her), but also to his capacity to provide for her and his duty to keep her safe. because even if he thinks himself undeserving, her satisfaction and wellbeing are still his to facilitate, just as he thinks they’ve always been. which is why i am interested in how he’d react to knowing that sylus was pulling strings and protecting her when they were both children. because imagine the person you think you’ve kept safe for years and your reason for existing is only alive because of another man’s care

thrill-seeking: someone mentioned that sylus and caleb are both thrill-seekers, and definitely yes. in my head though i make the distinction that sylus's approach is more typical in that does it for the actual adrenaline, e.g., when he backflips out of the plane in freefall gambit just for the hell of it. but caleb does it to feel alive—because otherwise he does not. in one of his texts from when the player doesn’t log in for 30 days, he says he was critically ambushed by a wanderer but ended up being glad about it because battle is the only he still feels alive in mc’s absence. 

detachment and experiencing pleasure: i personally think there is something…hollow about caleb. and i’m not saying he doesn’t have the right to be with all that’s happened to him, but there’s this numbness and detachment in the back of his mind (even before the chip, imo). there are certain things he just doesn’t care about, certain social courtesies he doesn’t entertain. he sees an old friend whose name he didn’t care to remember, he speaks a little too harshly to non-mc people, he’ll sabotage others with no remorse if he sees fit. i think sylus is just able to derive joy out of more things, which is impressive considering all that’s happened to him. like watching animals in the park/on tv, reveling in the nightlife of the n109 zone, playing games with luke and kieran—he gets genuine happiness/enjoyment from those non-mc things, while caleb’s pleasure from the same activities would be a bit…stilted? there’s just something missing.

self-worth and motivation: sylus values himself outside of mc, caleb doesn’t. going back to the 30 days text, i truly think that if mc were ever to leave, sylus would recover because he has the intrinsic motivation to. he has hobbies, he has passions, he has onychinus, and he finds those things personally rewarding. it’s nice to share them with mc, but he doesn’t do them because of her. but caleb’s motivation is more extrinsic—he does things primarily because of mc, to win her smiles and avoid her tears. he might have so little intrinsic motivation that the lines kind of blur and his extrinsic motivation becomes that. mc’s smiles become personally rewarding. her happiness and safety become his own because, going back to what i touched on in my white blood cell comparison, he finds it hard to have an identity outside of her. he questions why he needs to. he thinks about himself in relation to her. so without her presence, without an adequate amount of any kind of motivation, without any kind of self-worth, i don’t think he’d last

pity: this one is interesting. going back to the hollowness—the extent to which they can feel and enjoy non-mc things—i think that if sylus and caleb sat down and shared their life stories with one another—gladiating, experiments, explosions, persecution—sylus would pity caleb. be genuinely sorry that he’s lived such a sad life. but i’m not sure that caleb would do the same. i think he’s so jaded from his life never really being his own that he hears about sylus’s misfortunes and he’s just like yeah, that happens. doesn’t even blink. that’s just the way the world is for him. and combined with the resentment and jealousy he already feels toward him i think pity would just be salt in the wound lol, he’d hate it

class differences, ethics, and the origins of power: caleb resents sylus for the ease with which & the extent to which he can provide for mc. but i’m wondering if he’d also look down on the way sylus amassed his wealth & power: crime and killing and illegal dealings. obviously with caleb being installed as the fleet colonel his hands aren’t clean either, but that wasn’t exactly his decision. pre-fleet, caleb was working summer jobs in high school just so he could buy gifts for mc. he also went through a rigorous flight school and excelled in it—which was because of his own love for flying and desire to be a pilot, but also fed by his need to be able to fly mc to safety if something were to happen. so sylus and caleb both spent their lives preparing for potential threats to mc, both dedicated time to learning skills and building what wealth they could to eventually make her happy, but there’s that difference in how they went about it. i feel like, at least internally, caleb would kind of scorn and delegitimize sylus’s success—not because he actually cares about the ethics of it, he couldn’t care less about sylus breaking the law (he’ll do the same if necessary)—but because that success is being used to provide for and protect mc. pre-fleet caleb was trying to make an earnest living and do everything by the book so he could give mc a sense of normalcy, and then sylus just swoops in with his motorbike and blood money and thinks he has the right to do the same? he’s busting his ass every day, but one shady deal and sylus has already exceeded everything he’s worked to attain? he resents that. he is somewhat jealous. but he resents it

hm. they both dream of a world where they can live peacefully with mc. but sylus’s world would have more than 2 people in it

this is too long and has no direction so i will cut it here ❤️

[thewordsarestuckinmyhead]

writing a novel is adding a bit of light humour to a conversation, reading it back and realising you've just set up some unconscious foreshadowing that is going to go off in seven chapters

[bluefirewrites]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thunderbolts (Movie 2025) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/ Mel Gold Characters: Mel Gold, Mel (Thunderbolts 2025), Robert "Bob" Reynolds, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Yelena Belova, Alexei Shostakov, James "Bucky" Barnes, Ava Starr, John Walker (Marvel) Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Kill Switch Meet Cute, Humor, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Mel was supposed to work under Valentina for the next few years and learn the ropes. She hoped to leverage her relationship with the director of the CIA to be able to work with the World Security Council. That was supposed to be the plan. It had been the plan since she graduated.

”You wanted to make the world a better place” Valentina recalled their previous conversation, “Then make sure our new 'heroes' have everything they need and are up to snuff for their new assignments.”

Mel sighed and braced herself, needing to hear it directly from her boss.

“Valentina, you’re - not seriously putting me in charge of the Avengers?”

***

When Mel got promoted to Official Liaison to the Avengers, she anticipated handling the press, briefing the team for missions, and overall providing the World's New Mightiest Heroes with whatever they needed.

Keeping a lonely, de-powered Robert 'Bob' Reynolds company at the Watchtower, however, was definitely not part of the job description

I WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER??? WHAT??? Also putting this out here because my fic got buried by a bunch of fics (I posted it on the 14th and it got buried by stories posted on the 15th? Even though it was still the 14th in my time zone)

Tagging: @josephinekhawaja, @rachelgreensresume, @jordieeeee Also I want everyone to know that @josephinekhawaja coined the term ‘Kill Switch Meetcute’ and we should adopt that as Mel/Bob truthers

[boinin]

Blue Lock Ship Quadrant

I made this in like 5 minutes, do not take seriously.

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[bluerosefox]

Gala Woes and Worries

Hmmmmmmmm

Again I am in a deaged Dani and Dan kick but lets mix in the idea of Danny being forced to attended a gala Vlad is hosting.

He deaged Dani and Dan and is making sure Danny can't do anything that will embarrass him during the gala via threatening them and putting an anti-ecto shock collar/watch/something on Danny to make him behave.

He just wasn't expecting the Bats, coughWaynescough, to start snooping around or for them to find the two hidden toddlers who are more than ready to make their 'daddy' pay for being a meanie to them and their 'mommy'

(Psst lets make the misunderstanding so much worse when someone, most likely Babs, looks up how long Vlad has been in Danny's life and how old the 'twins' are.)

[future-crab]

It's been said before, it will be said again, but it's still worth saying: the fact that art centering on straight romance is allowed to just be bad, but art with queer romance in it always has to be indicative of A Serious Problem With the Way We Tell Queer Stories makes being a queer person making queer art deeply stressful

[stinglesswasp]

Fanart of all that's said in the low light by headlocket

This fic will make you cry the most cathartic tears ever. Be sure to also check out the epilogue, in lieu of the bells 🥹🧡🧡