#danica-writes

[nathaniacolver]

lena luthor is asami-sato-coded: a venn diagram

hi everyone it's me the girl who made the korrasami x caitvi x avatrice venn diagrams before.

i am currently on s04 e04 of supergirl so i apologize for any falsehoods ab lena bc i don't know everything yet (BUT 168 bookmarked fanfics should have served me enough, right?)

behold, the two pale af, rich af, genius af, social status af, villain-coded, black-haired, green-eyed engineer/inventor/CEO wives of the protagonist:

if anyone has anything else they can think of for the overlap (or the sides!), i am more than happy to add it! i gave this all my brainpower for 2 hours but that was me alone, just 1 humanpower. always down for a group project

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

❤️❤️❤️tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @thana-topsy ❤️❤️❤️ tagging @gilgamish @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic - Kaidan has something he needs to do before the party sets off for Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

25 Last Seed, 4E 401 Whiterun's streets were shrouded in mist, the few lanterns still burning at this hour casting halos of light in the gloom when Kaidan stepped out of the Bannered Mare. Tucking his cloak around himself, he walked quickly towards the stairs leading to the Wind District. Given how long it took Lucien and Pascale to prepare themselves in the morning on the road, he estimated he had a good hour at the earliest before they made their appearance at the stables.

The lanterns on the doorposts of the Temple of Kynareth were lit, and the door was unlocked. The inner atrium of the temple itself was lit only by the votive sconces flanking the shrine of Kynareth at the far wall. Not wanting to disturb any sleeping patients or clerics, Kaidan moved around the outside of the atrium, but did not find what he was looking for.

"May I help you, child of Kynareth?"

Kaidan whirled, coming face to face with Danica Pure-Spring, who was holding a lamp and had clearly just risen from bed, her robe ungirdled and hair thrown over her shoulders in long twin braids.

"I did not mean to wake you at this hour Sister, I apologize," he whispered. "I came seeking Kyne's blessing."

Squinting at him in the dark, a flicker of recognition crossed Danica's face. "You're the one who brought poor Hadvar to the jarl - so you're accompanying him on that errand of Farengar's?" When Kaidan nodded she said, "I would be happy to give you a blessing." Danica turned and walked toward the Shrine of Kynareth at the far wall of the temple. "I have a traveler's amulet for you as well if-" She stopped talking and turned to look at Kaidan quizzically when she realized he was not following her. "Is something the matter?"

Kaidan glanced around the Temple. It looked just like every other temple of Kynareth he had seen during his travels in Cyrodiil and beyond.

"I would like a blessing of Kyne, Sister."

Understanding dawned on Danica's face. "I see, I see. I don't get asked for those much, especially with the Gildergreen...well. Unfortunately with the expansion of the healing wing the shrine to Kyne we had outside was removed, and never replaced. But we will do it properly, don't worry. The Goddess of Storms doesn't need anything made by man's hands to work her wonders. Meet me under the Gildergreen, and unsheathe your blade."

Nodding once, Kaidan turned and left the temple.

He almost kept walking past the twisted, scarred trunk of the Gildergreen. He must have incredible depth of hubris to ask for Kyne's blessings after turning his back on all of Brynjar's teachings - and instead of doing it properly, he was going to be doing it in the middle of a city, under a dead tree, with a priestess who prayed to Kynareth.

Despite these thoughts, Kaidan took off his cloak and knelt beneath the Gildergreen's boughs, facing the Throat of the World. He carefully unsheathed his nodachi, placing the scabbard in front of him, and laying the bare blade across his legs.

Below him, the buildings of the Plains District seemed like islands in a sea of thick fog, and to the east the first blush of dawn was chasing the stars away from the horizon. A lark began to sing in the branches above him.

Repeatedly Kaidan tried to still his thoughts and center himself, but every time he attempted to begin a breathing exercise, his thoughts would turn to Brynjar, and a sharp pang of guilt would lodge in his chest.

"Are you ready, my child?" Danica approached, her vestments in place and priest's cowl now covering her sleep-mussed hair.

"I- I don't know, Sister."

Danica paused, but did no speak, waiting for Kaidan to continue.

"I haven't prayed to Her in...a long time. I don't know if Kyne will hear me."

For a long moment, the only sounds were the rushing of water in the aqueducts and the lark still heralding the dawn, heedless of the two humans below his perch.

"It's not my place to say what She will or will not do. But-" Danica moved to stand before him and placed her hands gently on his hair as Kaidan bowed his head. "I am reminded of the story of Keeper Ormi, who turned her back on Kyne when she thought the Goddess had abandoned her sons in war. She was so given over to grief that she turned to daedra-worship, and became a hagraven. She desecrated Kyne's sacred trees, and led her priestesses astray. And yet the Goddess welcomed her back when she repented, and returned her to human form. Do not presume to have done such terrible works that She is unable to grant you Her peace."

Danica's words brought some measure of comfort, and Kaidan was able to quiet his doubts as she began the blessing.

"Widow of Shor, Blessed Warrior-Wife, May this man's blade be as swift as your storms, And sharp as your winds.

"Sister-Hawk, he is your sword and your shield, Use him to safeguard those under his care." "Mother of Men and Beasts, Do not draw your veil against him as he travels, Bring peace to the wild things, that they will not bare their fangs to him."

"Kiss-at-the-End, if he should fall, May he meet you with honor untarnished, And carry him safely to Shor's Hall."

As Danica finished Kaidan felt her place something over his neck. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw a small scrimshaw pendant hanging from a leather thong, covered in flowing spirals and flanked by two hawk talons.

The last time he had seen one of these was when they had burned it with Brynjar's body.

He stood suddenly, knowing he had to leave immediately if he was to retain any of his dignity. "Thank you, Sister."

"Your journey awaits," Danica smiled at him. "Wind guide you."

Kaidan refastened his cloak and pulled his hood up as he descended the stairs, leaving the Gildergreen and Danica behind. By the time he reached the main gates, his cheeks were dry and the amulet was safely tucked under his tunic, the weathered bone warm against his heart.

[jasmariswonderland]

Dreams Adorned In Silk ~ VilxOC

Synopsis: After months of knowing her, Vil thinks it's time to finally time to express to Danica all that he feels for her. And what better way than under a dazzling, firelit sky?

A/N: Vil's new SSR has a death-grip upon my heart. 😭😍😭

Pairings: 👑/🦢

Word Count: 2315

Warnings: A lot of fluff with just the slightest hint of angst.

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With the final descent of the sun, the evening began to take on a cooler temperature. A blessed relief from the scorching heat. They had arrived earlier that afternoon while the sun was still blazing high in the sky and while their silky attire offered stylish comfort, a break from the heat was not unwelcome. Now, nestled together in a private tent some distance down the river and away from the crowds, they prepared for a spectacular night they were sure to enjoy. And for Vil, the moment he’d been greatly anticipating, but simultaneously dreading, had finally come.

In the corner of the tent, sat his fair companion. He watched as she held out her hand, musing over the elegant jeweled bangle circling her wrist. The beginnings of a smile pulled at Vil’s lips, it was something he’d seen her admiring it in the marketplace earlier that day. She said nothing, not wanting to feel like she was imposing on him, but the wistful look in her eyes told him all that he needed to know. When they arrived at their tent a little while ago, the first thing Vil did was surprise Danica with a beautifully crafted gift box. Biting back a smirk at the small gasp and the way her eyes lit up at the sight of the bangle. 

“How did you know?” she had asked him. “I was looking at it, true, but…I don’t think…”

“Your lips might not have said you wanted this, but they didn’t have to.” A playful smile caused her cheeks to redden. “The look in your eyes was confirmation enough that you would appreciate if I gave this to you.”

“Ahh, oh Vil-san, thank you!”

The red tint upon her face darkened as she slipped the bangle on her arm. She turned it afew times with her other hand, watching as the gems sparkled, their light jumping from one facet to another. Though she did not realize it, her own eyes were sparkling as well.

“It’s so beautiful, thank you. Thank you!”

Seeing her joy caused a fluttering sensation in his chest. Secretly, it brought him joy as well, seeing her so happy. There were not many instances where Vil could see Danica smile. The last few months had been particularly difficult ones and loath he was to admit it, Vil had been the source of much of her despair. 

Things in their world were now beginning to calm down. The VDC had passed, their emotions reconciled and they managed to escape STYX. The Shroud brothers were dealt with and, best of all, Vil’s youthful beauty had been restored after his heroic dive into the underworld. Everything seemed to be returning to normal and today’s venture to Scalding Sands was a wonderful change to their usual routines. 

And for Vil, it was even more wonderful that despite all they had been through, Danica was still able to smile at him and enjoy his company just as much as he enjoyed her’s. How nice it was to finally have some time alone with her, without the pressures of school or the expectations of the world breathing down their necks. At that moment, he wasn’t Vil Scheonheit, the international mega celebrity and dorm leader of Pomefiore. He was simply Vil enjoying a vacation with the one he cared about above all others. 

“I’ve had so much fun today,” said Danica. “I’m so excited for the fireworks, it will be the perfect ending to a perfect day!”

“I’m glad to hear that, Little Potato,” Vil smiled. “I take it you’re no longer feeling sad?”

“Sad? Why ever would I feel sad for?”

“Well I know a few of your friends were also here today,” he thoughtfully tilted his head. “Iman, Vidaria, Kalim and Cater. Even Trey and Yuulan are here as well. I saw some of the pictures Cater uploaded to Magicam.” 

“Yes, I saw the pictures too,” Danica lowered her gaze, which momentarily gave Vil reason for concern. But she ended up smiling. “But I wasn’t sad, I’m…much happier that I got to spend the day with you, Vil-san.”

“Really?” This genuinely surprised Vil, though it also secretly tickled him. “You’re glad you spent the day with me, as opposed to your friends?”

“What? Does that sound very strange?”

“No, no. I don’t mean it that way, it’s just that…well…I figured…”

His voice trailed off, surprisingly at a loss for words. Danica smiled and went on to explain how she could hang out with her friends anytime while they were at school. However with Vil, though they were in the same dorm, their obligations often kept them from spending time together. Especially considering that Vil was a dorm leader and soon to begin preparing for his senior internship. Once the new school year began, they were likely not to see much of each other at all. 

“I could always call up Kalim or Cater and arrange a meetup if I wanted to,” she said. “But I value the time I can have with you because…well…” A light red tint returned to her cheeks. “Because it’s so rare that we can be alone, I value this time with you all the more.”

“Danica…”

Vil’s heart began to flutter once more. Over the months, Danica had gradually become more assertive in speaking her mind. She still had her timid moments, but she was finding her voice and her thoughtful astuteness was something that he always found intriguing. But for her to voice how much she valued their time together, well, it was enough for Vil to start feeling rather bold. 

He couldn’t deny the close bond they had forged. A most unlikely friendship that Vil never could have anticipated. When he thought how this was the same shy and soft-spoken spudling he was introduced to at the start of the school year, it made him chuckle. What initially began as a curiosity on his part soon blossomed into a genuine respect, eventually giving way to awe and now, something even deeper. 

As time passed, he found he could not deny these feelings developing within him. Nor could he deny the immense comfort Danica had provided him during the more recent times of difficulty. When he overblotted, she did not judge him. When his appearance drastically changed after his underworld dive, not once did she flinch. Instead, in both situations, her unwavering support had been his anchor.

Vil was grateful for her growth, her strength, and her newfound confidence. He had come to appreciate her not just as a friend but as someone truly special.

Still, a nagging thought continued to gnaw at him. In his pursuit of beauty, he had been quite ruthless with her at times. His harshness often overwhelmed her, sometimes reducing her to tears. The pressure he placed upon her was insurmountable and he cringed inside thinking of the pain he caused as they were preparing for the VDC. All of this weighed as heavily on his heart as his feelings for her. Could she really accept him after enduring such pain?

Her words were the exact answer he needed. And as the evening became cooler and Danica slowly moved closer to him, Vil found he could not deny his feelings any longer. In his mind, he rehearsed his words, reminding himself that as a professional actor, this shouldn’t be such a difficult thing to do. How many times has he said these words before be it on stage or film? A dozen times at least? This is what his mind told him but in his heart, he knew this would be far from easy, and unlike any other performance he gave, this was real. 

Danica was now sitting very close to him, close enough for her to take in the elegant scent of his perfume. It was woody and slightly spicy, but also sweet, perfect for their surroundings and suited Vil very well. She glanced up at him, his brows furrowed and deep in thought, and couldn't help but stare for a few moments. Not too long ago, just to be in the same room as Vil seemed to her like the most harrowing experience in the world. And to look at him was tantamount to looking into the eyes of a god. Time had calmed her anxiety around him and while their closeness still felt unnerving at times, it also made her heart feel strangely warm. As she thought about this, she began turning back around and was surprised by a gentle hand running down her cheek. Vil pulled a lock of hair away from her face, catching her attention. 

“Danica, there’s been something I’ve wanted to say to you for a long time.” 

“Hmm? What is it, Vil-san?”

“I…well…” he took a deep breath. “First off, I would like to apologize. The first time I attempted to convey this, I did so in an extremely undignified manner.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was extremely selfish and cruel then. But please know, even though I did a very poor job at expressing my feelings, they haven't changed,” Vil smiled a little. “And when I say that I am the only one who sees you for the jewel that you are, I mean that.Truly.”

These words made Danica blush, though they also perplexed her. She couldn’t yet understand what Vil was trying to say but she did notice how he was looking at her. His usual intense gaze was softer and more tender. With his tone lacking its usual authoritative manner. Once again, she asked what he meant by this. But just as he worked up the courage to continue, they were both startled by a loud, booming sound filling the air. Fireworks erupted in a brilliant display.

Like a garden of flowers blooming in the sky, the night was illuminated with glowing color and dazzling light. Danica even reached out to the sky, she’d never seen such large fireworks before and felt they were close enough to touch. In the distance an enchanting, infectious music began to play, filling the air and loud enough for them to hear. Both of them were enraptured by the gorgeous display and Vil momentarily forgot his words, smiling at Danica.

“Would you like to dance with me, Little Potato?” he asked. “You know, it’s a Scalding Sands’ tradition to dance under the fireworks. Kalim told me.”

A bright red tint returned to Danica’s cheeks. “Was that…what you wanted to ask me, Vil-san?”

Of course it wasn’t, but he looked at her teasingly. “Do you want to dance with me or not?”

She eagerly agreed, allowing him to take her hand and pull her to her feet. Under the firelit sky, he guided her through an array of fun and graceful movements that perfectly matched the music. The colorful silks of their attire swirled elegantly with them as they danced, adding themselves to the gorgeous display up above. Vil was a beautiful dancer and the perfect partner, Danica already knew that firsthand. The way he danced with her always left her breathless; every turn, every sway, was captivating. The way he never took his eyes off of her, caused her heart to race with the rhythm of the music. 

However, what touched Danica the most, at that moment, was seeing Vil laugh and smile with such natural joy. It was rare to see him smile, even at her. He often kept a stolid expression when he wasn’t glaring with disappointment or smirking with amusement. But a true smile from Vil was almost as rare as him going a day without once having to scold Epel. But because she didn’t often see him smile, when he did, it was all the more special. A beautiful treasure that she held dear to her heart.

It was also quite infectious and Danica found herself smiling with him, sharing in this joy. So deep was this joy that what happened next was as natural as it was spontaneous. Vil stopped spinning her and for a moment, they continued gazing up at the colorful sky before he lifted her chin to face him. He gazed at her thoughtfully and without a word, gently pressed his lips to hers. He half expected her to be shocked or even to pull away, but to his surprise, she didn’t. There was no resistance and Danica slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

Under the firelit sky, the fireworks weren’t the only thing booming. Though Vil hadn’t yet voiced his feelings, at that moment, he didn’t have to. Their closeness, this kiss, spoke louder than any words he could say. And her response said it all, his love was reciprocated. 

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Vil slowly stirred awake, tears dampening his cheeks even before he opened his eyes. His heart ached with the bittersweet residue of the dream that had felt so vivid, so real. He knew what he would find before his eyes opened to confirm it. The empty space beside him in his bed told him that it had indeed all been a dream. A beautiful, silk-adorned dream, and now reality was crashing down upon him.

Cursing his own mind for playing such a cruel trick on him, Vil couldn't help but wonder why he would dream of something so poignant in the first place. That’s when his gaze shifted to the dress form in the corner of his room, adorned with the silky outfit Trey had gifted him, a plethora of vibrant colors and glittery fireworks printed upon the fabric. At the time, gratitude welled up within him for the thoughtful gift, but now it was overshadowed by sadness and regret. How he would have loved to attend and see the fireworks for himself, dancing in the gorgeous silk outfit with Danica by his side. It could have been a perfect date, and the perfect moment to finally express his feelings to her.

As he showered and dressed in his school uniform, Vil continued to contemplate this. He had fallen in love with her, that much was certain. And considering all they had gone through, he was almost certain that she was in love with him as well. Unfortunately, they hadn’t had much opportunity to really discuss their relationship since their return from STYX. The emotions from that harrowing experience were still quite high even a month later, to say nothing of his guilt at how badly he’d treated her before. 

He was just about ready to leave for the day, classes would start soon and he had to shift his focus. Vil gleaned out the window of his room, it was a lovely day at least, warm and sunny without a single cloud in the blue sky. His window also overlooked the Pomefiore courtyard and when he glanced down, there she was. Danica sat under one of the apple trees, chatting and laughing with Yuulan, Grim sitting in the latter’s lap. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and it ignited a spark of determination within him. 

The time for hesitance had long passed. It was time to seize the moment.

With his phone in hand, Vil quickly wrote up a text to Danica and watched as she received it and checked her phone. The message was simple: a request for her to meet him in the lounge later that evening for a monthly evaluation, something he gave to all freshmen. In truth, the evaluation was merely a pretense for something just as important, but even more special. 

[fourohfourrealitynotfound]

Family Business

For @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF225 - I Can't Tell

617 words

"So what's this about you and Matt not being available on weekend nights?" Evan asked. He had been waving his pencil in his hand but it was still now, held ready to write. 

"Uh, yeah," I stammered. "We aren't." My shoulders were tense now, hands planted in the plush carpet on either side of my laptop. 

"But why?" He was using the same tone on me that I had heard him use with tricky interview subjects, the ones who were a pain to get good quotes from. 

I chewed at my lips. What was the cover story here? I hadn't bothered to remember that lie as much, since I never really hung out with people outside of school in the first place. "What did Matt tell you?" 

Evan shrugged. "MacKenzie just said he couldn't hang out on Friday and Saturday nights, and that it was a family thing." 

"Family thing," I said. "Yeah, family game night. Very exclusive. Very mandatory. Helena and Kath want us to have bonding time, so we can feel like a 'normal' family." 

"Really?" Evan's voice had an uptick I didn't like. "Because Matt said it was family dinner, not a game night." 

I tilted my head, right then left. "Dinner with games. Same thing." I squinted at him, inspecting his face: careful neutrality. "You said he said it was just a 'family thing.' Why the interrogation?" 

"Why did you ask me what he said before you answered?" he countered.  

I stood my ground, peering at him over the lip of my laptop screen. The pencil picked up its beat again, and Evan finally crumpled a few moments later. He threw it down onto his textbook to mark his place and shut it, shoving it aside. Evan prodded at my laptop, and I saved my work and shut the screen too. I sat up so our eyes were even. 

"You—well, you and Matt and everyone—there's just something missing about you all. Like they're something you're leaving out." Evan kept staring off into the air, like he was searching for the right words to say. 

I huffed. "We're adopted, Evan. We're not going to be the most open about our childhoods or family situations or whatever." 

"No, it's not that. It's not about your past. It's about your present. Like you're withholding something about you now. What are you hiding?"  

He looked me in the eyes now, his gaze piercing straight through my skin. I feel like he was peeling back my forehead to read "has secret superpowers and a superhero alternate identity" engraved on my skull. It was unnerving.  

What lie was there to tell? He knew there was a secret, but I didn't have any bones to throw him to keep him satisfied. Evan had the makings of a fantastic investigative reporter: he wouldn't stop pulling at the threads until they were unraveled in front of him.  

"I . . . I can't tell you." I said, my walls crumbling. His face twisted for a moment—shock? Hurt?-- before he smoothed it back into something more neutral. "I know that's hard to hear, and it's not that I don't trust you. I just . . . I can't tell you, for reasons. It's nothing bad, just family business that I can't really share." 

Evan nodded, chewing at his lip. I could tell that he wanted to ask me more, but he was holding himself back, respecting my boundaries. 

"I'm sorry for lying to you before," I said. 

"It's okay, I understand. Thank you for telling me the truth—or some of it, now." He held his hand out for a fistbump. "Friends, still?" 

I smiled and reached out to brush my knuckles against his. "Yeah. Friends." 

[reduxulousoctopus]

Fics that I'm (Probably) Never Going to Write, Part 1/uhhhhhhhh

Depression is an absolute bastard. Anyway, here are a bunch of ideas for fics that I'm (probably) never going to write because I don't have the energy/focus/time, in the vain hope that putting them out in the universe will eventually result in them coming back to me in the form of completed works that I can rub all over my gross, itchy eyeballs. Or at the very least, maybe talking about one of these ideas with somebody will kick the dopamine machine back into working order long enough for me to actually write it myself.

All are DCAU and mostly focused on the Flash cause that's where I'm at right now.

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"Mosaic"

When one of the Guardians goes rogue and begins abducting entire cities from across the universe (including Earth's own Central City and a colony of exiled Thanagarian pacifists), John Stewart agrees to come out of retirement for one last mission. He and the few surviving Green Lanterns defeat the "Mad Guardian" with the help of Vixen, Shayera Hol, and the Flash, though not before the stolen cities find themselves forcibly relocated to the surface of the planet Oa and combined into a patchwork superstructure of domed alien ecosystems.

Only then is the true nature of John's mission revealed to him: the seemingly-immortal Guardians are about to die, and have chosen him to be their first potential replacement. Until the old Guardians can regain the power necessary to return each city to its respective home-world, which they estimate will take about an Earth year, presiding over this "Mosaic of Worlds" will serve as John's final test.

[post-JLU, John Stewart/Mari McCabe established relationship, John Stewart & Shayera Hol & Wally West friendship, massive cast of characters, scifi/political thriller/drama, very long (equivalent to a season of television)]

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"Runaway"

Wally doesn't know how long he drifted without form or consciousness before he appeared overlooking the crib of Danica Williams, a seemingly ordinary baby girl with whom he shares a strange metaphysical connection. Unable to be perceived by anyone else or interact with the world around him, and unable to leave the girl's side without causing them both extreme pain, Wally spends the next seven years as Dani's beloved imaginary friend while struggling to piece together what little he can remember of his past life.

After waking one night to a large crash downstairs, Wally finds that a SWAT team have broken into the Williams home, captured Dani's parents, and are on their way upstairs to find "the girl." Dani and her ghostly companion flee the house and go on the run, following Wally's vague sense that they can find help in Metropolis. But to get there from San Fransisco, they'll have to cross a country which has never been more dangerous for metahumans, pursued all the while by the sinister organization which took Dani's parents, an obsessed FBI agent named Hunter Zolomon, and worst of all, a monstrous speedster hell-bent on dragging Wally back to the Speed Force for good.

[post-JLU, Wally West & Danica Williams, JL Founders friendship, thriller/mystery/near-future scifi/dystopia, fairly long]

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"Where the Road Splits"

It's only natural for people who have been together so long to fight sometimes. That's literally what "old married couple" means. Wally is ready to retire and Bruce isn't. That's a shockingly normal thing for people whose lives are as weird as theirs to argue about. Hell, if Wally's powers weren't keeping them in peak physical condition, they would have been having this argument decades ago. It's fine.

Everything's fine.

or

Wally can't hold on much longer, Bruce doesn't know how to let go, and Terry has no idea how he got caught up in some ongoing marital spat between two cranky, elderly superheroes, but if none of their frankly ridiculous number of kids and grand-kids are willing to intervene, he's going to have to jump on that grenade himself to earn his chance at revenge--and redemption.

[Batman Beyond AU, dysfunctional old married Bruce Wayne/Wally West, Terry McGinnis/Dana Tan established relationship, family drama/coming-of-age/near-future scifi]

[serial-doubters-club]

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Written for InuKagFluffWeek2022 @inukagfluffweek

Day 7: Family Time

Summary: Inuyasha never imagined he'd find a place to call home until Kagome gave him a place to belong to.

Rating: G | Words: 543

Read on AO3

I DID IT!!! This is the very first event in which I've participated every single day!!! Woo!!!

First and foremost, I would like to thank @inukagfluffweek for all of their hard work and dedication to running this event and giving us yet another opportunity to demonstrate our profound love for InuKag <3

Secondly, I want to thank everyone that has read, kudoed, commented on, bookmarked, and shared my stories on AO3 and on Tumblr, as well. As a baby writer, it means the world to me that people would take the time to read, enjoy, and provide feedback on my stories. Yes, I'm giving a speech. Sue me. I have seen all of your wonderful comments, and I promise to respond to each and every one because they mean everything to me and keep me going and wanting to improve! Thank you! Thank you! Ok, I'm off to cry now!

Preview:

The first time Inuyasha entered Kagome's home he'd been an intruder. He'd barged into her dining room and ripped her away from the table to take her back to the Feudal Era while her family looked on in awe.

Today he'd been invited to sit at that very table as a guest.

[jennycalendar]

one more little extra, because this is in prep for the jenny sequel: the juxtaposition of jenny's parents.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Okay, so background on why I'm fucking tired and queer:

A couple of weeks ago, Candace "just as evangelical and awful as my brother but didn't make it my whole personality at 19" Cameron Bure announced that Great American Channel (GAC), which is like if Hallmark Channel spent even less money on movies and was very intentionally bigoted, would not make queer content because GAC "believes in traditional marriage." CCB is apparently the Chief Creative Officer at GAC, which tells you everything you need to know about exactly how hard they're ready to go for jerking off evangelicals and false "culture war" shit.

This led Neal Bledsoe, one of those NPC-generic good-looking white guys who makes bank as the romantic lead in Hallmark and GAC movies to cut his contract with GAC. His statement upon leaving was all about how his support for the queer community is unconditional.

Which. Dude. GAC didn't suddenly turn into evangelical fap fodder when CCB joined. She joined THEM because THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS. There is no way you weren't at least somewhat aware of this when you signed a contract.

And, let me be clear, sometimes you gotta sign a contract as an actor you don't love because you gotta make rent. But if that's the case with Bledsoe, he didn't mention it in his inspo-porn statement about queer people being useful to him. He was utterly focused on how much he's learned, been helped by, and been supported by queer people. I want to believe he's sincere because it'd be nice to see it. But I am so fucking tired of queer people being treated as human fucking beings getting identified by straight people as, "OMG THE QUEERS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SO NICE TO ME. I SUPPORT THEM."

Listen here, you cis-het white man stereotype: We don't exist to support you. We don't exist to piss off CCB and Kirk the banana handjob king. We exist because we EXIST, and THAT'S ALL THAT SHOULD FUCKING MATTER. We exist. We are human. We deserve dignity, rights, and some fucking representation. I don't need that from GAC. And I knew the moment Candance signed on that GAC wasn't gonna do shit I was interested in. I was ready to forget them as soon as I heard about them (which was literally when CCB switched from Hallmark, which has the nerve to occasionally do queer shit and also does interracial stories (I'm not not calling CCB racist. But evangelicals...).

I wasn't gonna suddenly flip to GAC because DJ from Full House was in something.

And now, Danica McKeller, aka Winnie, aka Math PhD is saying that Neal is "misinterpreting" what Candace Cameron Bure said.

Which is very, very annoying but not actually surprising. Because Danica signed with GAC either right before or right after CCB, and given the Cameron family, Pureflix-level notoriety for evangelicalism (I think Candace and Kirk have both been in at least one movie), so she can't pretend like she didn't fucking know what she was signing onto.

But honestly, a soft bigot (Danica) and a hard bigot (CCB) are less annoying to me right now than Bledsoe, who clearly wants to get applauded for supporting the queer community in this tough time when none of us are fucking surprised CCB and don't need his "they've always helped me, so I'm helping them" support.

Like, it's not about you or who supported you dude. And it shouldn't be. Either I'm a human being, have value, and deserve rights and respect, or I'm not. That's literally the line. That's fucking it.

[wall-legion]

WIP Whursday

I meant to post this yesterday and I forgottttttt I blame being sick. I was tagged by @forsaken-constellation.

So I don’t really have WIPs so much as ideas in my head for writing projects, so here are a few snippets of those. “Certain” She was sure everything was perfect to surprise him. She had sent him over to Lion’s Arch for the day with the longest list of things they needed to restock around the house that she could think of, in order to give her enough time to get his favorite dinner made, get herself washed up and changed, and put the letter from her doctor down at his place at the table. Rissia didn’t think she’d ever felt more nervous in her life as she waited for him to get back, pacing the kitchen floor while resting a hand on her stomach that wasn’t even showing yet. “The First Flowers” Barend Robbasson was a simple man. He was good at being a warrior, good at being a drunkard at moots, and good at telling tall tales to those who met. He thought he had no other wants in life other than the chance for adventure, once his little sister Signe was old enough that he felt comfortable leaving her and their mother behind, to build upon the legend that their father had started.* Then he met Danica Helkin, and in an instant his priorities were rewritten to include her. He found a flower merchant within an hour of their introduction and asked for an appropriate bouquet. Moments later, he held a small bouquet of hollyhock, clovenlip toadflax, purple lilacs, and a single blue rose, and went to seek her out again. *: His and Signe’s father died to Svanir, defending Bear’s shrine. Their mother has been unwell ever since, and moved them into Hoelbrak so the family would be better protected. After Signe was injured in a Svanir attack at Snow Leopard’s shrine when she was 9, Barend resolved that he would not go far from home until his little sister was ready and able to defend herself. **: The symbolism for the each of the flowers/plants in the bouquet are as follows- hollyhock - please remember me clovenlip toadflax (worst flower name ever) - please notice my feelings for you purple lilac - first love blue rose - love at first sight (also mystery and attaining the impossible)

[thelastspeecher]

Here's an idea! It's one of the hottest summer days in Gravity Falls and Danny and Daisy leave to do some business at the golf course, taking a wagon full of supplies. Stan and Angie just assume they're off to collect golf balls. But when they go to bring them home for lunch, they find their daughters conning rich people out of their money selling expensive "homemade lemonade and cookies" to customers. Hiding the store packaging in a bag. Stan looks on with pride, while Angie is flabbergasted!

Sorry it took me a hot minute, but here it is! Hope it's to your specifications! And I'm now officially done with the prompts in my inbox!

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              The bell over the Gift Shop door jingled.  Without looking up from the money he was counting at the register, Stan spoke.

              “Gift Shop’s closed fer lunch.”

              “It ain’t closed fer yer wife now, is it?”  Stan looked up.  Angie stood in the doorway.  “If it is, we might have to have a chat or two ‘bout shared property.”

              “The Gift Shop’s never closed fer you,” Stan confirmed.  Angie stepped inside and let the door close behind her.

              “Good.”

              “I mean, you’ve got a key.”

              “Stan.”

              “Of course, if ya let me teach you how to pick a lock, ya wouldn’t need one.”

              “Stan.”  Angie rolled her eyes.  “Enough with the lock pickin’.  And don’t think I ain’t aware that you’ve already taught not just the girls, but the boys, too, how to do it.”

              “Who snitched?” Stan asked.  Angie crossed her arms.

              “No one.  I caught Emmett tryin’ to get into the gun safe.  I figured if ya taught him, ya had to teach the others, too.”  Angie sighed.  “I didn’t ground him, but I did tell him to spread word to his siblin’s that they’re not s’pposed to use those lock pickin’ skills to get around our house rules.”

              “It’s not like groundin’ would do anything,” Stan muttered under his breath.  He put the cash back into the register.  “Kid barely leaves the house.”  Angie walked over and punched his arm.  “Ow.”

              “Oh, pish posh, that didn’t hurt ya.”

              “Physically, no.  Emotionally…” Stan said slowly.  Angie snickered quietly.  Seizing the opportunity, Stan flung his arm across his face dramatically.  “Punched in my best arm by my own wife!  I don’t think I’ll ever recover!”  Angie’s snickering became full-on laughter.

              “Dork,” she said, once she was finished laughing.  Stan winked at her.

              “Yer dork.”

              “Yes, yes, yer my dork.”  Angie kissed Stan on the cheek.  “But seriously, try to be a bit more supportive of Emmett, okay?  I know he’s a bit odd and anxious, but he’s a good kid.  And he’s been tryin’ to be more outgoin’ lately.  Or did ya forget that he and Emory are out at another kid’s house?”

              “I know.  That’s why I had to put Soos on register this mornin’.”  Stan frowned.  “Where are the girls, again?”

              “The golf course.”

              “Why?  I thought we raised ‘em better than to spend time ‘round rich people,” Stan said.  Angie shrugged.

              “They’re collectin’ golf balls.  There’s good money in resellin’ ‘em if ya retrieve ‘em from sand traps ‘n ponds ‘n whatnot.”

              “Huh.”  Stan nodded slowly.  “Good.  I knew those two were smart.”

              “All the kids are smart.”  Angie checked her watch.  “Speakin’ of the girls, I figured we’d drop some lunch off fer ‘em.  Don’t want ‘em to use their hard-earned money on junk food or somethin’.”

              “It’s their money, they can spend it on what they want.”

              “We have perfectly fine food at home.  They shouldn’t spend money to buy ice cream from the lil shop across the street,” Angie said firmly.  Stan raised an eyebrow.

              “There’s an ice cream shop across the street from the golf course?”

              “Yes.”

              “Let’s get goin’.”  Stan grabbed his car keys.  Angie sighed.  “Ang, we’ve been over this.  I can be immature as long as I’m technically still more mature than the kids.”

              “I hate when ya nickel ‘n dime stuff like this,” Angie muttered.  Stan kissed her forehead.

              “Don’t act like yer not in the mood fer ice cream, too.”

              “…Maybe,” Angie conceded.  Stan waggled his eyebrows at her.  “All right, we can get ice cream.”

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              When the Stanleymobile turned onto the street the golf course was on, they immediately saw the line.

              “What the hell?” Stan muttered.  “Is golf really that popular here?”

              “Given how long we’ve lived in Gravity Falls, I think we’d know if golf was the most popular pastime fer folks,” Angie said.  “There’s got to be some other reason folks are lined up like that.”  She leaned forward.  “Looks like the crowd’s in the parkin’ lot.  Ya best park at the ice cream shop.”

              “Gladly.”  Stan turned into the ice cream shop’s parking lot, came to a stop, and turned off the car.  He looked at a poster on the outside of the shop, advertising a new flavor.  “They’ve got yer favorite flavor, Ang.”

              “Really?!”  Angie looked over.  She gasped.  “Places almost never have peaches ‘n cream!”

              “So we’re definitely stoppin’ after we give the girls their lunch?”

              “Oh, definitely,” Angie said firmly.  She and Stan got out of the car.  Angie grabbed the bag lunches before closing the passenger side door.  Stan looked across the street.  Now that they were closer, he could see the cause of the crowd.  There was some sort of stand set up in the parking lot.

              “What’s that stand sellin’ and where do I get some cheap?” he asked idly.  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “You sell more ‘n enough as is.”

              “We’ve got smart kids that need to go to college.”

              “Yes, and ‘cause they’re smart, they’ll get scholarships.  Like I did.”  Angie began to walk away.  “Or did ya forget?” she called over her shoulder.  Stan jogged briefly to catch up with her.

              “I know they’ll get scholarships, but you gotta be prepared for everything,” he said.  “The kids sometimes have issues in school.  What if they lose their scholarships over that?”

              “By the time college comes ‘round, they’ll be better equipped to handle what causes issues fer ‘em,” Angie said.

              “Yeah, but-”  Stan came to a sudden stop.  He’d heard a familiar voice.  He looked at Angie.  Judging by her expression, she’d heard the same thing.  “Are ya sure the girls wanted to come here to collect golf balls?”

              “They didn’t actually tell me what they were doin’.  I assumed.”

              “Ya know what they say about assumin’,” Stan muttered.  The familiar voice from before carried above the chatter of the crowd.

              “That’ll be five dollars, thank you, sir.”

              “They’re not collectin’ golf balls,” Angie said quietly.

              “Not unless somethin’ stole Daisy’s voice like when I got my face stolen that one time.”

              “Ugh.  Don’t remind me.”  Angie sighed.  “Should we get in line?”

              “What?  No!  We’re their parents.  That makes us VIPs,” Stan said firmly.  He grabbed Angie’s free hand and pulled her through the crowd, ignoring people scolding them for cutting ahead.  When they got to the stand, they could see it was surprisingly well-made.  A sign at the top read “D&D’s Homestyle Treats”.  And behind the stand stood their thirteen-year-old twin daughters, Danny and Daisy.

              “Uh-oh,” Danny mumbled quietly.  Daisy, however, grinned toothily.

              “Hi Ma!  Hi Dad!  Do you want some homemade stuff?” she asked.  Angie crossed her arms.

              “Homemade?”

              “Yep!”

              “I don’t recall ya makin’ lemonade ‘n cookies at home ‘fore ya left.”

              “You’re getting older, maybe you’re forgetting,” Daisy suggested.  Danny gasped.  She punched her twin’s shoulder.

              “Daisy don’t say somethin’ so rude!”

              “What?  It’s true.  Anyways, Ma and Dad, could we have this conversation a bit away from our customers?”

              “Smart,” Stan said with a nod.  He and Angie walked a few feet away.  Danny carefully placed a sign that said “Back in ten minutes” on the stand, then she and Daisy joined their parents.  “All right you two.  Spill.”

              “We’re just bein’ entrepreneurs like you raised us,” Danny said.  Angie frowned at her.  “What?”

              “Are ya actually sellin’ homemade goods?”

              “Uh, no,” Daisy said.  “They’re store-bought.”

              “Then why are ya claimin’ it’s homemade?”

              “There’s better money in it,” Daisy said simply.  Stan nodded again.

              “Smart,” he repeated.  Angie gave him a look.  “What?  It is!  I think we should be proud of the girls fer bein’ so savvy.”

              “I-”  Angie kneaded her forehead.  “I didn’t raise y’all to lie.”

              “Too bad,” Daisy said with a shrug.  “Dad did.”

              “We’re not completely lying,” Danny put in.  “There’s an asterisk on the sign after the word ‘homemade’ and if anyone asks we’ll tell ‘em the truth.  We’re also saying the asterisk out loud, but since asterisks don’t make sounds, they can’t hear it.”

              “Heh!”  Stan grabbed his daughters and gave them affectionate noogies.  “That’s my girl!  Havin’ a way out on a technicality!  I’m so proud of you two!”

              “It…is very clever,” Angie said slowly.  She sighed.  “Did yer Uncle Fidds help ya set up the stand?”

              “Yep!” Daisy chirped.

              “Where is he?”

              “The ice cream shop across the street.  Don’t worry, he’s been keepin’ an eye on us,” Danny said.  Angie nodded.

              “Good.  Good.  I’m fine with the two of ya doin’ things unsupervised, but even in Gravity Falls, I feel more comfortable knowin’ yer sellin’ stuff to strangers if’n ya have someone we trust nearby to watch ya.”

              “Especially in Gravity Falls,” Stan corrected his wife.  “Or did you forget when the gnomes tried to kidnap Danny?”  Danny shuddered.

              “Stupid weird little men,” she muttered.  Angie sighed again.

              “All right, all right.  I’ll let this slide.  You two can go back to makin’ money by lyin’.”

              “We did learn it from Dad,” Daisy pointed out.

              “That’s precisely why I’m lettin’ it slide.”  Angie smiled fondly.  “Ya best get back ‘fore yer customers get impatient.”  Stan let Danny and Daisy loose.  “First, take yer lunches.”  Angie handed over the lunch bags.  The girls quickly gave each parent a hug before scurrying back to their stand.  Stan looked at Angie.

              “Yer proud of ‘em.  I can tell.”

              “I can’t deny that you were right ‘bout this bein’ savvy behavior,” Angie said.  “Thinkin’ things through like this will help get ‘em far in life.”  Stan put his arm around Angie’s shoulders.

              “Yep.”  He grinned.  “So…ice cream?”

              “Yes.  Ice cream.”

[a-tale-of-legends]

Divine Intervention

Summary: Giratina gets a visit from Arceus. They are not thrilled, to say the least.

Notes: Wanted to do a thing with the Legendaries, so why not my fav? I hope you all enjoy!

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".....Father," Giratina grits out, glaring at the brightness of their father's presence. They feel their rage- something they were so sure they have locked away for centuries now- boiling in the pits of their spirit. Arceus stares down at them, their "divine presents" taking up what seems to be the endless space of the Distortion World. Their home.

"....What do you want?" Giratina sighs, trying to keep their voice even. Arceus continues to say nothing, and Giratina's rage rises.

" Did you come here to mock me? Is that what this is?," They shake their head, " Well, it's not going to work. I've changed since then, whether you want to believe me or not,"

Still nothing. Arceus' brightness consumes. Giratina's frown deepens, the rage slowly turning.

"Father, please, why are you here," Giratina pleads, the conviction in their voice wavering as their creator continues to stare. Continues to shine bright. The darkness of the Distortion World- Giratina's home- begins to fall apart. Giratina feels a small tingle.

" What- what are you getting from this?!" Giratina tries once again, " Are you trying to teach me a lesson?! Proving a point?! I've changed, father, please believe me!" The World gets brighter and brighter and brighter. Giratina starts to feel bright too.

" I want to protect this world! I want to keep the peace! Even if it means I'll forever be alone, I want to! Please!" Giratina cries, their world almost becoming pure white, their body feeling light.

" Father!" Giratina cries, Arceus' light consuming them whole, " Father! Father! Father, please-". As they continue to become light- to burn, Giratina yells. A yell that echoes amongst the brightness, staring dead into the eyes of their creator. The mind numbing pain, the burning rage, the shaking fear, the sting of betrayal, everything goes into Giratina's dying breathe-

"ARCEUS!"

They roar, dissolving into nothing, as Arceus simply stares.

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" .....ritina? Giratina? Hellooooooo,"

That's not Danica. Giratina slowly open their eyes, only to be greeted by Mesprit, eyeing them curiously.

"....Mesprit?" Giratina mumbles, coming to their senses. Mesprit giggles, spinning until she's upside down. Always the cheery one.

" Yep! That's me~" She giggles again, then turning right side up. Her expression changes immediately, from the casual playfulness to extreme focus and seriousness.

" Are you alright? You sounded as if you had a nightmare," she flies a little closer, " Should I get Cresselia?" Giratina immediately shakes their head.

" Ah, no. No, it is fine. I am fine, I-" Giratina now noticed Mesprit's unamused look, and they realized who they're talking to. Mesprit, the spirit of emotions. Of course she would know their lying.

"....I had a nightmare. About Arceus," Mesprit nods, humming. It's no secret about the.... complicated relationship between Giratina and Arceus. And of course, one of the Lake trio ( as the humans call them), would know this knowledge upfront.

"I see.....," She lands on Giratina's noise, resting her cheek on her hand, " And your still not willing to speak to them directly?"

Always direct. Much like her siblings.

"....Not at the moment, no," Though how long has that been the case? It's been how long? How much more will it take until they're "ready?".

" Hm-hm. Understandable~" she beams at them, " Welp. Good thing your good friend Mesprit is here to help in anyway she can!" She cheers, pointing to herself. Giratina blinks.

"....We are friends?" They ask, genuinely. Mesprit titles her head to the side.

" Um, yeah? Why wouldn't we be?"

Ah.

Giratina tries not to implode on the warm emotions they're feeling. Though judging from her grin, Mesprit already knows.

" Thank you, Mesprit,". Mesprit smiles.

" No prob!"

[jasmariswonderland]

Fairest After All ~ A VilDani Anthology Masterlist

Synopsis: Soon after returning from STYX captivity, Vil contemplates his relationship with Danica and how it's developed over the months. Their awkward first meeting, watching her budding confidence under his guidance, the drama caused by VDC prep, their harrowing ordeal with STYX, and everything in between. Before they can be struck by another crisis, Vil decides it's time to finally make his feelings known to her. With the hope that despite all he has put her through, her feelings for him will be the same.

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A/N: Most chapters will be flashbacks to different moments in the school year, and some will be scrapped scenes from Melodies and Melancholy that I really liked but didn't end up in the final draft. I do suggest reading that work if you haven't already to better understand Vil and Danica's dynamic. Most chapters will be posted here, but some will be AO3 exclusive chapters.

Chapters under the cut! 💙

Chapter 1 ~ Dreams Adorned In Silk

Chapter 2 ~ Stumbled Beginnings

Chapter 3 ~ Quiet Ambition

Chapter 4 ~ The First Test

Chapter 5 ~ Harmony in Transience

Chapter 6 ~ The Swan that Dances at Midnight

Chapter 7 ~ Sister of the Sun

Chapter 8 ~ A Lesson Well Learned

Chapter 9 ~ Power, Enchantment, Cries

Chapter 10 ~ Power, Jealousy, Cries

Chapter 11 ~ Harmony in Trepidation

Chapter 12 ~ Hope and Gratitude

Chapter 13 ~ The Coming Storm

Chapter 14 ~ Brave is the Heart that Loves

Chapter 15 ~ Harmony in the Dark

[shrinkthisviolet]

Summary: Nor could Morgan explain the ache in her chest. Not a physical one, but…more of a longing. Like something was missing.

Or someone. But who?

The ache in Jesse's chest, the strange longing, persisted, but she ignored it. She knew who it was for...didn't she?

Is it just for one person? Or more? Will I live long enough to find out?

On October 11th, 2015, Morgan and Jesse spend a birthday apart, in two very different, but still lonely, situations

[derpymidnight]

the way your hair falls in your face. when your lips curl in a smile and all i see is your grin. the way you glance down at me because youre so much taller. how you were my favorite reason for a tardy slip.

the way i dont understand you and i never will. but thats probably part of the appeal. the best part of a mystery is figuring it out. the best part of the scene is the chase. ill figure that out eventually.

[serial-doubters-club]

Happy New Year!!! 🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉

For this @inu-spiration event, I had the immense pleasure and honor of working with the classy, the sassy, the incredible, the amazing and crazy talented, the one and only @classysassy9791 ! She brought to life one of my favorite scenes that I'd been imagining for over a year with the most beautiful, breathtaking piece of art, which you can check out here. Please go give it all the love! Also, without her, this fic would have sat at the bottom of my pile of WIPs gathering dust for another year. I thank her immensely for believing in this story!

Thank you so much to @fawn-eyed-girl , @elkonigin, and Sassy for betaing my story and helping me whip it into shape! I wouldn't feel as excited and confident as I am to post it without your help! You guys rock!

And now without further ado...

A little SessSan, anyone?

Summary: When Sango fails to show up at one of her regular visits with Kohaku, Sesshomaru takes it upon himself to go to the village to look for her. As expected, showing up where he's not welcome proves chaotic, and Sango finds herself smack dab in the middle of two opposing worlds. Still, among the chaos, the taijiya is able to experience a moment of peace in the most unexpected of ways.

Rating: G | Words: 6098 |

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