#fanfic snippet

[uniquethingtastemaker]

More Rook x Observant Reader:

“Why aren’t you nitpicking Epel or Jack?!” Grim cries before spotting Ortho and adding. “Or Ortho?!” 

Deuce turns to him and replies, “Because we did something wrong and got detention.” 

Idia comments, “The braincell has been passed to Deuce today."

You can hear the smirk in his voice as Vil eyes the virtual dorm leader. 

“Indeed,” he agrees, pleased.

(Idia is funny lol. This whole section is found family vibes. It's very nice. I was complimented on how I wrote it because my family life is extremely different. It's not as nice as this, so I was proud of myself for showcasing these natural interactions.

(I made sure that each person is put there for a reason. I also like to ensure that each scene has a purpose in my fanfics. If it doesn't, it goes into scrap. This is more for myself than anyone else. It's a way to verbally fact-check what I'm doing.

(This scene is a direct result of how Rook, Vil, and Reader have gained a family when they never had one before. It showcases everyone's personal progress in that aspect. Plus, it sets up the next few scenes)

[mythboundcal]

When the Ice Answers Yuri on Ice Fanfic by MythboundCal

The music begins. But Yuri doesn’t hear it.

He hears breath. His own—ragged, sharp, then steady. Like wind through glass.

He steps onto the ice like it’s a love letter. As if saying it without words might make it true. That he’s strong. That he’s worthy. That he wants this.

The first glide is everything. It’s not movement. It’s memory.

And just like that— The letter becomes a vow.

He thinks of late nights and early mornings. Of Victor’s hand on his back. Of the sound his blades make when he finally lets go.

The rink becomes a galaxy. The spotlight, his moonlight. And overhead, the flashing of cameras Spirals into stars.

He gives himself to the moment. Every stumble, every sweat-stained failure, Every heartbreak etched into his spine— He offers it all to the ice.

And the ice? The ice answers.

By the final spin, he’s not skating anymore. He’s flying. Not to escape. But to arrive.

When he stops, there’s silence.

And then— Applause.

But none of that matters. Because now he knows:

He was never performing. He was becoming.

[istoleyoursphenoidbone]

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

DPxDC (With a smidgen of Epic the Musical)

Okay, so yall really liked my last one (and thanks to all of you, I'm glad you guys enjoyed). I wanted to try my hand again and see how this goes, idk about you guys, but Epic the Musical has been my soundtrack for weeks now, and the Ithaca Saga has my heart so...Husbands!Danny and Jason torn apart due to bad resurrection? Why not.

Warning for referenced character death and blood mention, nothing too graphic, tho. Pit Rage makes people do questionable things, ya know?

The Justice League's meeting room was cloaked in unnatural shadows, the atmosphere thick with tension, like the heavy silence before a storm. A team from Justice League Dark stood in the center, preparing for a ritual. Zatanna, her voice a whispered incantation, traced glowing glyphs onto the marble floor. Constantine, who had been trying to tell them all this would be a bad idea, leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips despite the no-smoking signs, while Doctor Fate floated nearby, his ethereal presence a calm amid the chaos.

Batman stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed. He hated magic—always had—but these were desperate times. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, had been spiraling for months. His vendetta against Gotham’s Rogues had left behind a trail of bodies, destruction, and secrets too dangerous to let slip. But it was more than just Jason’s rage. Strange energy readings tied to the Infinite Realms had begun to swirl around his every move. Whatever connection Jason had to that otherworldly dimension had become unstable, and they needed answers—answers only the Ghost King could provide.

“Are we ready?” Batman’s voice cut through the room. Zatanna nodded, stepping back as the last glyph flared to life. “The summoning spell is complete. Brace yourselves. This entity isn’t like anything we’ve dealt with before.” Constantine snorted, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “Ain’t that just bloody reassuring.”

The air split with a deafening crack, and green light spiraled upward, forming a vortex. From it stepped a figure draped in black armor, a faint crown glowing above his head, his eyes burning with an eerie green light. Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, stood before them. "Who dares to summon the High King of the Infinite Realms?" His voice carried an unearthly echo, a stark contrast to the mortal men and women in the room.

Constantine muttered something under his breath—likely a curse—but Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice steady. “We require your assistance, Ghost King. There’s a man, the Red Hood, aka Jason Todd, whose actions have drawn the attention of both our realm and yours.” Danny’s eyes narrowed, his posture stiffening. “Jason Todd?” Batman stepped forward, his voice rough but resolute. “He’s my son.”

Danny’s gaze snapped to him, the glowing green light flickering with intensity. “Your son,” he repeated, his tone colder now, sharper. Zatanna stepped in to explain, her voice calm but urgent. “Jason is targeting Gotham’s Rogues, several have been killed. But it seems he has a connection to the Infinite Realms. His ectoplasmic energy is spiking. We believe he’s drawing power from your domain, whether he knows it or not.” Danny’s expression darkened, and his voice dropped to a low, almost imperceptible growl. “And you want me to stop him.”

“Not stop,” Wonder Woman corrected gently. “Help. If he’s tied to your realm, we need to understand why—and how to sever that connection, if necessary.” Danny stood motionless, the green light in his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions none of them could decipher. After a long moment, he nodded, sharp and final. “I’ll handle it. Alone.” Batman started to protest, but Danny cut him off with a steady gaze, his voice softening, just a fraction. “You’ve done your part. Let me do mine.” Without waiting for a response, Danny turned and stepped back into the swirling portal, leaving the Justice League in a heavy, uneasy silence.

---

The Infinite Realms churned around Danny as he passed through the portal, an energy that mirrored the restlessness gnawing at his heart. When he had been summoned, he had expected a crisis—another rift in the realms or a rogue spirit threatening the balance, hell even just cultists trying to mess with the order of things again. What he hadn’t expected was to be summoned to deal with him.

Jason...his sweet and loving Jason.

As the portal closed behind him, Danny heard Batman’s grim explanation echo in his mind: Red Hood was spiraling. He’d already killed Joker, Riddler, and Two-Face. And it seemed like Penguin was next. The Pit Rage had taken hold, and no one—least of all Bruce—had been able to pull Jason from the edge. The Justice League had turned to him because the energy Jason radiated had drawn their attention to the Infinite Realms.

It had been twenty years since Jason disappeared from the Realms—twenty long years since Danny had watched his husband, the man he had married in death, pulled from his side and resurrected in the mortal world. For Danny, it felt like an eternity.

As Danny emerged from the portal into Gotham’s shadowed streets, the oppressive energy in the air pulled at him, thick with Jason’s rage. He could feel the ectoplasmic aura that surrounded him, like a storm cloud about to break. But more than that, Danny could feel the familiar tug of Jason’s presence. It was raw, chaotic—lost.

And Danny? He was all too familiar with being lost.

There was no turning back now. Jason was out there, a tempest of pain and blood, and Danny couldn’t stop the wave of dread that surged through him. This was his husband—the man he had fallen in love with, over and over again—and now he was out of control.

Danny’s eyes glowed as he moved deeper into the city, knowing that whatever happened next, he wouldn’t be alone in facing it. Not this time. Jason Todd stood among the wreckage of a smuggling ring’s hideout. The docks were eerily silent except for the gentle lap of water against the pier. Blood slicked his gloved hands, and his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The Pit Rage roared in his ears, demanding more—more destruction, more vengeance, and more blood.

The ghostly glow appeared behind him, and Jason spun, guns drawn. The figure emerging from the green light made him falter.

Danny.

Jason blinked, the haze of rage momentarily thinning. He couldn’t trust his eyes, not after everything. But the way Danny looked at him—with love, pain, and something infinite in his glowing green eyes���cut through Jason’s defenses. “Jason,” Danny said softly, his voice trembling but steady. Jason lowered his guns, his shoulders slumping. “Danny?”

Danny stepped closer, his glowing cape billowing behind him. “It’s been twenty years.” Jason flinched. “Eight.” His voice cracked. “Only eight here.” Danny’s eyes softened. “It felt like forever.” Jason staggered back, shaking his head. “I’m not—” He gestured at the blood staining his armor. “I’m not who I was. You shouldn’t be here.”

Danny reached out but didn’t touch him, his hands hovering just inches away. “You’re still you, Jason. You’re still my husband.” Jason’s laugh was bitter, almost a sob. “You don’t understand. I’ve killed them. Joker. Riddler. Two-Face. There’s no redemption for me. I’ve left a trail of blood and bodies. I’m not the man you fell in love with. I’m not—”

“Stop,” Danny interrupted, his voice firm. “Stop telling me who you think you are. I know you. I’ve always known you.” Jason clenched his fists. “Would you still love me if you knew all I’ve done? The things I can’t take back? The lives I’ve destroyed?” Danny took a step forward, his expression raw with emotion. “Yes. I would. I do.” Jason’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, his hands covering his face. “I’ve tried to fight it, Danny. I’ve tried to be better, but the rage... it doesn’t stop. It’s like drowning, and every time I surface, there’s more blood.”

Danny knelt in front of him, his hand finally resting on Jason’s shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “I’ve felt it too—the weight of things you can’t undo. But you’re not alone anymore. I’ve been waiting for you, Jason. Waiting for you to come back to me.” Jason’s breath hitched, and he looked up, his blue eyes rimmed with tears. “How can you still love me after everything? I’m not... I’m not the man you knew.”

Danny smiled, his own eyes glistening. “You’re still the man I fell in love with. You’re still the man who carved our initials into a tree in the Infinite Realms. The man who made me laugh, who promised me forever. And I meant it when I said forever, Jason. No matter where or when or what you’ve done, I’ll love you. Always.”

Jason let out a shuddering breath, and for the first time in years, the weight on his chest lightened. He leaned into Danny’s touch, the Pit Rage ebbing as warmth spread through him. Danny cupped his face, their foreheads touching. “You don’t have to carry this alone anymore. Let me help you. Let me love you.” Jason closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve you.” Danny’s laugh was soft and full of love. “That’s for me to decide. And I’ve decided—over and over again—that I’ll always choose you.”

Jason’s arms wrapped around Danny, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear. But Danny held him just as firmly, grounding him, anchoring him. The green glow of the Infinite Realms pulsed around them, a quiet promise of redemption, of love that could weather even the darkest storms.

---

Danny didn’t leave Jason’s side that night, nor would he ever again. Together, they began the long, painful process of healing. The road ahead wasn’t easy, but they faced it together, their love, a beacon in the darkness.

The heroes would just have to get used to the unearthly presence of the Ghost King in their plane of existence. And no matter how much time passed, Danny knew one thing would never change: he would fall in love with Jason Todd, over and over again, for eternity.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Concept art of a possessed Donatello based on my current TMNT 2003 fanfic, In Nightmares (a rewrite of the 2012 episode Fungus Humungous but with a lot more angst and thrown into the 2003 universe)

You can check out the latest chapter with this link :)

Based on this segment:

[lets-try-some-writing]

Enjoy a snippet from Action! to prove that I am, in fact, alive.

[kumashhii]

Okay, so snippet I wrote based on a dream I had where Danny turned a giw agent to his side

"Y'know, anyone who is liminal is on their list right?"

"Yeah. Anyone who is ectocontaminated is taken in to custody so we can cleanse them and prevent it from happening again."

"..." Danny makes a strange face at the word cleanse.

A beat of silence passes between them

"You...uh you know how that sounds right?"

"What do you mean?" Nat looks confused.

"Cleanse. You know even if that's what they're really doing, they're killing them or at the very least injuring them, heavily. You can't be," Danny waves his hands, trying to find his words. "You, you cant just be *cleansed* of liminality! Once you're liminal, you're liminal! You're forever changed. Forcefully removing the ectoplasm can cause ...death by destabilization... It would be like trying to bleach the blood out of someone."

Nathaniel's face goes blank. "Oh ancients," Danny whispered in horror "How many people do they have contained? How many have they done this to??"

Danny looked at Nathaniel and nearly snaps at him for his lack of reaction, until he realized that Nathaniel's blank expression was one of dawning horror and panicked dissociation.

Danny reaches out his hand "Hey, are you-"

Nathaniel flinches back away from Danny. He was starting to hyperventilate .

"No no no no no!" You're lying! We didn't... I didn't.." Nathan curls in on himself, clutching at his hair. "I,I,I,I, I didn't....th, they,they told me we were helping people ." Nathan weakly shakes his head. Tears stream through his tightly shut eyelids.

The wave of emotions is truly overwhelming to Danny. The panic, fear, revulsion, pain, are all secondary to the sheer amount of guilt and betrayal the man is drowning in. Danny's core aches. He wants to help him, no, he needs to help him but he doesn't know how.

[boosandbirds]

gotham hauntings 2

same wip as this

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He finds Ember in an empty, overgrown park.

It would be a lie to say that she's mellowed out over time, because ghosts don't change in the same way that humans do. They aren't stagnant, per say, but they are emotions, at their core, and seven years isn't enough to tame Ember's passion. She'd still fight tooth and nail to be remembered, she just-

Doesn't fight Danny, not like they used to.

The joys of learning ghost culture two years late, he thinks sardonically, and then he plops right down on the bench next to her. She doesn't react. Doesn’t stop strumming her guitar or humming some random song, doesn't even look up at him.

Danny listens.

She isn’t using her powers, but that doesn’t stop her from gaining an audience of blob ghosts and shades. Ember is good at what she does, after all. There’s just something about how her voice blends with the guitar – an acoustic one that looks like its been to hell and back, decorated with stickers of his other rogues – that lures people in.

If she had lived, Danny has no doubt that Ember McClain would have been remembered.

“Have you met Gotham?” He asks her, when the humming pauses. “The city ghost, I mean.”

Ember gives him an incredulous look. It reminds him of Jazz's reaction to him doing something stupid. “Babypop, I don't live in Gotham. It's got great crowds and all, and the underground scene here rocks, but I come and go as I please.” She laughs. “Why would I know Gotham's ghost?”

He shrugs. Danny doesn't have an answer to that, not really. If anything, Ember was just the first Realms ghost he's seen since his run in with Lady Gotham, and it couldn't hurt to ask, could it? Not that he's going to say that, because that would be practically asking for a brawl.

Danny doesn't want to fight.

"She sounds like she smokes more than Johnny,” Danny says, and he doesn't know why he starts with that, but it's too late to take it back. “She calls the local heroes her Knights and she seems protective of them, too. Even asked me if I plan on joining them, and said I had her respect when I told her I didn't. And now there are constantly shades wherever I go, and I can't not help them, you know me, but-”

“You're a kid,” Ember says, oddly soft. “And Gotham has a lot of ghosts.”

[freya-captain]

Ten-second trivia: WHO’s the father of Aegon’s baby?

Imagine the King’s first and Omega son Aegon was found out to be preggo without getting married. Rumors were flying around Kingslanding and everyone in the city was guessing who fathered Aegon’s unborn children. This became the number one topic in all the taverns, gambling houses, or even brothels.

Games were set and the hot candidates were his siblings, Helaena and Aemond Targaryen. Some others bet their money on the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong (in this universe he didn’t leave KL) and Ser Criston Cole, the princes’ master-at-arms.

Aegon at first experienced pregnancy heat and been sleeping, not knowing all of these. When he woke up, he found it all entertaining and quite enjoyable. He refused to reveal the baby’s father no matter how Alicent forced him to. He wandered in Red Keep and pissed off everyone he met including the King’s Hand, Otto Hightower.

The votes changed everyday with every news updated. Like Ser Criston escorted Prince Aegon to Kingswood the other day or Helaena was flying dragons with Aegon today. When Rhaenyra and her family visited KL, there was rumors about the princess decided to take her younger brother as the second wife as Aegon the Conqueror.

Meanwhile Jacaerys Velaryon wondered why no one assumed it could be him. Aegon was like “cause you are too righteous and pure as virgin in the smallfolk’s eyes. Now stop pouting and come listen to our baby’s heartbeats”

[amutamika]

Shang Qinghua had spend a week producing and perfecting the talisman that now concealed Mobei Jun‘s demonic features and also made it nearly impossible for anyone else to remember his features after they passed on by. All this trouble just so his sect siblings wouldn’t ask so many questions if they happened to see them walking together through the bustling streets of a nearby town during the summer festival.

Neither Mobei Jun nor Shang Qinghua liked crowded places like this, but they both had wanted to visit the festival. Shang Qinghua wanted to show Mobei Jun around and give him the full experience of humans. He wanted to show him more than just his little room. On the other hand, Mobei Jun wanted to take Shang Qinghua on a date. He had heard that dates were something humans liked, even though he wasn‘t quite sure what exactly made a date different from a normal meeting.

And now they were going side by side through the bustling streets. Both trying really hard to not lose the other in this crowd. Which was definitely easier for Shang Qinghua, with the ice demon prince being tall enough to spot him from afar even in this crowd. All around them were chatter and laughter, the street vendors calling to get the attention from passer-by’s, street performers singing, dancing an playing on instruments so that the cheerful people around them might be lured into opening their wallets. Every street was colourful and filled with the warm light of hundreds of lanterns, while the warm summer night slowly descended upon them turning the sky into an inky black, with thousands of little sparkles adorning it.

They had eaten spicy hot pot at one stand, savouring the hearty flavours while chatting about mundane things. It would have felt so incredibly normal if not for this glint in Mobei Jun‘s eyes, showing how exciting and new everything was for him. Shang Qinghua had nearly lost himself in those dark eyes, that usually were as still as a frozen lake but now gleamed with warmth and curiosity, on several occasion. And now they were walking side by side, close enough so that there body’s grazed each other itch every step. It made Shang Qinghua feel warm and giddy being so close to Mobei Jun.

They had become comfortable around each other, easing up and even starting to trust one another. Since this one mission where he had to till the field and help with repairs for a the better part of a whole moon, their relationship had changed. There weren‘t merely spy and king anymore. But that was a thing that happened long before that mission. And so Shang Qinghua was unsure what their relationship really was. Were they friends? Or maybe… He quickly abandoned that thought, banishing it to the back of his mind.

Mobei Jun had also felt the change. If it had been a weird and sometimes even unpleasant feeling having someone so close, Mobei Jun felt uneasy now when his spy wasn‘t by his side or if he hadn’t seen him for a while. He yearned for his touch, his smile, his laugh, his gently eyes, and his curly hair every time he had to leave An Ding Peak. The demon prince knew that those rising feelings were complicated, and that he shouldn’t indulge in them, but where was the harm as long as no one knew. Why shouldn’t he enjoy these sweet moments? Not even the recipient of his tender feelings knew about them, so why shouldn’t he indulge himself just a little?

“Wait a second,“ Shang Qinghua said and vanished from the demon prince‘s side without further explanation. Just to appear just as suddenly as he had left with two sticks of fruits covered in clear sugar in his hands. He handed on of the tanghulu to Mobei Jun with a smile. “Try this. It is incredibly delicious even though it is just fruits with extra sugar.“ Shang Qinghua had already stuffed his cheeks with a first bite. The hardened sugar glaze cracking under his teeth, letting the sweet and fresh fruit juice graze his taste buds. For a moment, he closed his eyes relishing in the mix of incredible sweetness and acidic freshness. Mobei Jun couldn‘t help looking at this smaller man‘s lips, that were glazed with sugar and fruit juice, tinted in a soft red. They looked even tastier than the tanghulu in his hands, these blush petals more enticing than the fresh berries on the stick. He instinctively leaned down a bit, drawn in by the soft curve of these plumb lips.

But as Shang Qinghua opened his eyes again, the magic was broken and he quickly straightened his back again, his ears flushed in a bright red. Luckily for him the shine of the lanterns hid the redness of his ears from the human man. Needing to distract his mind he bit into the tanghulu in his hand. It was really tasty. But he couldn’t enjoy the taste as much as Shang Qinghua had done, his mind way to occupied with the question if the young mans mouth would have the same taste now, or if it was much sweeter and addicting than the sugar and the fruits.

„Shan Qinghua?“ a voice asked out of the crowed with confusion clearly noticeable in it. Shang Qinghua‘s face froze. They had actually been spotted by someone from his sect. Without thinking - and also forgetting that no one would recognise Mobei Jun - he grabbed the wrist of the demon next to him and bolted to a narrow alley not far from them. Dragging Mobei Jun behind him, he tried to escape from the voice that had now become quite a few. But just vanishing in a side alley didn‘t help because for some reason the voices perused them. Shang Qinghua ran with Mobei Jun in tow from one alley to the next, still holding his wrist tight in his hand, until he thought they had finally gotten rid of these pesky sect siblings of his.

He was out of breath and his chest was raising heavily, meanwhile Mobei Jun didn‘t seem affected at all. „Sorry… I panicked,“ he admitted with an awkward smile. “It‘s okay. I understand your fear of getting found out,“ Mobei Jun reassured him with a soft smile, countering the awkwardness of the smile across from him. Shang Qinghua blushed profusely and just opened his mouth to respond as…

„I think, they went this way,“ a voice, clearly one of An Ding‘s disciples, echoed through the alley. And for. Second time this evening Shang Qinghua panicked. Using the wrist he was still holding he pulled Mobei Jun close. But he miscalculated his strength or Mobei Jun’s willingness to get dragged again by him, because instead of just pulling him closer, Mobei Jun’s body crashed against his, pressing him against the wall behind him. Shang Qinghua gulped and wanted to push Mobei Jun gently away again, but the demon prince towered over him, imprisoning the human between the wall and his body. He leaned down, his in black hair falling around them and concealing their faces.

As the pursuers turned into the alley, they nearly stumbled over each other. From what they were seeing, a pair was intimately intertwined with each other. There was no way that that was their antisocial head disciple Shang Qinghua. They stumbled backwards, their faces blushing. „How indecent,“ one of them muttered before they all fled from the this openly shown demonstration of affection.

Not that Shang Qinghua would have noticed, because all he could think about was this ice cold body pressed against his way too hot one. They were so close that their breaths tangled between them. The inky waterfall of hair had shut the world outside out and right there, right now, there were only the two of them. Shang Qinghua‘s heart was drumming against his ribcage, trying to flee from it‘s prison and to nestle itself in Mobei Jun‘s hands where it belonged. His mind was blank as he opened his mouth to say something, find another excuse. To do something just to break this loaded silence. But not even a single sound escaped his lips.

Mobei Jun, too, didn‘t know what to do, nor what he was actually doing, pressing Shang Qinghua against the wall like that. He just knew that he didn‘t want this moment to end. Shan Qinghua looked like panicked prey, his eyes racing. But the blush on his cheeks made Mobei Jun hope that he didn‘t dislike this situation. His breath turned heavy and hot. Every hair of his body stood in alert. If he could just lean in, get even closer. It was then that Shang Qinghua opened his mouth without uttering a word. His lips looked even more enticing in the dim light of this small world behind his hair.

Mobei Jun couldn‘t hold back anymore. He leaned down, catching those soft petals between his. He never had kissed anyone before, so he didn‘t close his eyes as he leaned down. So he saw how Shang Qinghua‘s eyes widened, before they closed and his body relaxed. The tanghulu stick sliding out of Shang Qinghua‘s hand, falling to the ground. But neither of them paid their mind to that. The only thing they both could think about was the other. He really tastes sweeter than the tanghulu, was what Mobei Jun was thinking as he closed his own eyes to engulf himself completely in the moment. Shang Qinghua had opened his mouth some more, practically asking Mobei Jun to deepen the kiss. Without further ado, he let his tongue join with Shang Qinghua‘s, pressing against it and drawing a sweetheart whimper from the smaller man‘s throat. Their teeth crashed into each other, but they both didn‘t care. Shang Qinghua had wrapped his arms around Mobei Jun‘s neck, while the demon prince had grabbed the human‘s waist so firmly that he surely left red marks on the delicate skin beneath his robed.

It was a kind of clumsy kiss, both of them inexperienced and awkward. So it didn‘t last long before they had to break the kiss to catch their breath. They were both heaving, their faces burning, while their eyes searched for the other‘s filled with uncertainty what exactly had happened. But neither of them could hold the exe contact, so they both looked away in a bashful manner.

Mobei Jun was the first one to clear his throat, stepping back to give Shang Qinghua space. With that the drape of hair gave them free, reminding both of them that there was a world outside. A word where a human and a demon weren‘t supposed to kiss in an alleyway during a summer festival.

„I…“ they both started at the same time. It made Shang Qinghua giggle. “Well, that was a good idea to get them off our backs. They really would never imagine me, kissing such a beauty in broad,“ he stopped for a second before continuing with a crooked grin on his face, „… in broad night light.“ It seemed that even Mobei Jun found that joke so bad that he had to chuckle. They didn‘t have to talk about the kiss, the implications that it brought or if it had consequences. They could just use the excuse of using it as a method of distraction. Neither of them was mad about the fact, that the other just took this excuse and ran with it. They were just teenage boys. Mobei Jun wasn‘t quite sure about what exactly he was feeling. And Shang Qinghua wasn‘t sure if his favourite character really was interested in him or just acted in the spur of the moment. Either way, he felt just happy that he had the chance to kiss him.

They didn‘t bring the kiss up ever again. It felt more like a sweet dream in a warm summer night laced with the fresh taste of fruits and the sound of a bustling festival in the background. They didn‘t kiss either for a long, long time. But after that night, they grew even closer, the touches they shared filled with such tender care and the gazes they exchanged where embellished with feelings they didn‘t dare to speak out loud. Not that these two young man noticed these things about the other. They were way to concerned about their own hearts and feelings to catch the growing fondness of the other.

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[toriafiction]

A World All Our Own

A small snippet for an upcoming installment from this verse.

"A collar with a bell for my Alley Cat," Dick kisses over Jason's marked mating gland before buckling the collar around his neck.

"Dick," Jason whines, partly in complaint but mostly with need.

"I promised you one, didn't I?" Dick rumbles into his ear, and Jason flushes as the growing heat in his belly is stoked a bit higher.

"You'll wear it for me, won't you, Little Wing? Because while I never want to tame you, I do claim you and the whole damned universe needs to know you're mine." Dick’s voice drops into a lower, darker, register taking on the unmistakable reverberance of an alpha by the end.

Dick’s barely touched him, but Jason is already hot and panting.

"What do you say, Alley Cat? Should we see how wildly we can make your new bell ring?" Dick asks in that dark and sultry tone, and Jason breaks.

Breaking had never felt so good.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3955561

Link to A World All Our Own series 💕🖋💕

[divorcedmoonlight]

Was Elphaba jealous too when she saw newly single Glinda’s flirtations with other girls in their sophomore year how did she cope?

Not well. Girl broke up with her boyfriend over it and still refused to acknowledge that she liked her roommate for like 2 months.

In reality, elphaba was seriously messed up from all that. Glinda was trying very, very hard to flirt with girls and get somewhere with exploring her newly discovered sexuality. She was failing spectacularly, of course, but she tried really hard not to let elphaba see that. Elphaba would watch her get ready for dates and feel a terrible, gnawing pit in her stomach. She’d see Glinda holding hands with a girl in the hallway and have to turn away before she felt physically sick.

She honestly thought that all those late nights Glinda spent “studying” were her off having sex. And she hated that most of all. But there were emotional hardships to it too. Glinda was actually *not* having sex and instead trying and failing to have sex. She’d often stay out until unreasonable hours just so elphaba would be asleep when she got back and she wouldn’t have to face her. But when elphaba did wake up, she found Glinda having panic attacks, or crying, or just generally distraught. And Glinda never let her help like she used to. Those nights were the worst for Elphaba. It was those moments that made her realize that she would do whatever it took to get her friend back. To be the support and the pillar that she deserved.

And that started with breaking up with fiyero.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

This is from Vil x Reader -- Overblot Slap:

“Please, don’t look at me… Stop looking at me like that!” Vil screams, cowering away from you. “Why? I wanted to become the most beautiful in the world, but why am I so–so ugly! I’m so ugly!” 

The dorm leader clutches his hair, hyperventilating. Poisonous gas seeps into the hallway.

“Roi de Poison, you’re not ugly,” Rook refutes.

You give him an incredulous expression. Vil looks pretty ugly to you. He hasn’t looked good since you became an unwilling participant in the reality TV show that’s his life. He has such an obsessive and self-important attitude. It pisses you off. 

“Yeah! Neige and Rook didn’t drink the juice!” Kalim agrees. 

You gape at Kalim with wide eyes. Is he excusing Vil’s actions? That man attempted murder! He might not have done irreversible physical damage, but you have psychological trauma. It’s been accumulating since day one. You can’t do this anymore. You have to hit him before he overblots. As a magicless student, you’re pushed to the sidelines during overblot fights. However, you have a personal grudge against Vil. You’ve put up with his pretentious behavior in your house for a month. You’re going to express your feelings with your fists.

“Please, Vil, come to your–”

You stomp up to Vil and slap him. The sound reverberates off the walls. He stares at you. His eyes are wide, and he has a searing red handprint on his face. One of his gloved hands brushes over it in disbelief. You put your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, you’re ugly,” you confirm. “You’ve been acting ugly for a while now. You almost murdered Neige because of your stupid ego and inferiority complex. Not everything is about you. You don’t get to decide you’ve lost the competition before you’ve even performed. You have a whole team behind you. You’re not being a good leader.” 

There’s a period of silence. The dorm leader stares at you. After a moment, you slap him again. 

“Your face pisses me off,” you explain, “Get your act together and stop whining. You have other things to do, like apologizing.”

(this is the first page of the Overblot Slap fanfic. u're welcome and i'm sorry. u're going to be so mad at me. this isn't going to come out in a while. i'm mostly working on Rook x Observant Reader. Then, the Dreaming of You series... however... I will say that once I get Riddle and Azul's finished, I might work on this more)

[dragonpyre]

More fic snippits I'll never finish

“How you feeling?” The man asked. Jason opened his mouth to respond in the negative, but stopped at the last second. He actually felt… fine? What the fuck? His brain had literally just been getting stabbed by a rail spike not even thirty minutes ago. And how the fuck had he fallen asleep when in that much pain? He’d NEVER managed that before! “What the fuck did you give me?” He asked, bewildered. The concern smoothed away from Dick’s face. “So I take it you’re feeling better?” Jason pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Yeah, what the fuck?” Six months of this bullshit with no cure and one visit from his brother fixes it? Was Dick dabbling in witchcraft now? “What was that stuff?” A faint smile flitted across Dick’s lips. “Excedrin.” “The fuck is Excedrin?” “Acetaminophen and caffeine,” his brother answered easily. “Migraine meds.”

[jollyhunter]

. ☆.´☽¸.Tell me about the Stars.¸☽´.☆ .

⋆ ˚｡⋆ Heavy Angst Warning!

[Season5] Dean x ForeignHunter!Reader

Re: The WIP Folder Game - Thank you @bettystonewell and @the-potato-is-lonely for asking me about this one shot (? Maybe I’ll continue this, let me know if you’d be interested <3) I decided to post a bigger snippet / extract of it since it’s been sitting in my drafts for some days now and you just motivated me to write on it some more! 💙

“So, Dean, how’s your mornin’ been so far?” You try to make small talk. The thought of falling asleep to some stranger blabbing about their ordinary life without ever seeing them – yeah, that sounds like a good thing to clock out to.

Much better than the screams of the woman that’s still ringing in your ears. Or the snarling that had clawed at the back of your throat while the sound of shattering bones had filled your mouth.

“It’s in the middle of the night.” He states, his tone confused. “Tell me again, how the hell did my number end up in your contacts?” His voice sounds gravely and thick with exasperation.

You huff. As if you knew? It was just… there. No name, no notes, no nothing. Just a blank number. Last time you’d saved a number must’ve been years ago, way before you-

You stop that thought right there.

“I told you, I don’t know.” You repeat, your energy draining with each word, “I just wanted to know who’s behind the number. Have a little chat. That’s all.”

You spilled a half truth.

“Look, it’s late here and I really don’t know why I’m talking to you but what do you want exactly?” He sounds exhausted. Almost as much as you. And it makes you wonder what life must have thrown at this man to make him sound like he was two breaths away from a breakdown.

Little did you know that Dean was way past the two breaths.

You couldn’t see how his free hand’s rubbing his stinging, red eyes. Couldn’t know the reason for his raspy sound was a voice hoarse from desperate begging into the nightsky. For someone, anyone for help.

“Can you see the stars from where you are?” You suddenly ask in a strained whisper. And your question must have taken him off guard because his side falls awfully silent at that.

Your eyes travel down your limp legs until you witness the first light of the day kiss the forest floor, just out of your reach.

You sigh, shakily. The back of your head thuds against the side of your van in resignation. Head tilted slightly, you lift your gaze to meet the soft painting in the sky. Pink colors frame the endless rows of mountain peaks. A pair of birds sing above you, welcoming the sun to the horizon. So peaceful.

The corner of your lips melt into a smile at the sight. A weary one, at best, but it did manage to redirect the red streak dripping down your cheeks.

There’s a long pause on the other side of the line and for a moment you fear he might have hung up.

But then he responds in a low, husky voice, “Yeah, I see ‘em.”

You hum, eyes briefly fluttering close. Thank God, he's still there.

After a moment of sinking into the silence that's between you, he adds in a softer voice now, “What ‘bout you, what can you see?”

“The sun’s rising here,” you murmur, your voice sounding heavy, but he can pick up on the hint of a smile to it. Albeit a sad one. “It’s a beautiful morning.”

It was true. But you also wished you could have seen the night sky one last time. Watch the stars twinkle and bath in the moon light. Instead your eyes linger on the tree tops, filled with bitter envy. How the God rays caress the leaves with a gentleness you could only dream of. And its shadows dance across your sprawled out form while the fresh morning breeze weaves through your blood soaked tangled hair.

You shudder. The sound of your lungs grow heavier as every raise of your chest fills the distance between you.

The realization has your trembling fingers curl around the phone like it’s your only lifeline.

Dean must have noticed how your breath comes out a little too ragged and a little too weak for someone just calling a random stranger for a chipper small talk.

“Hey uh, you all right? You sound like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“‘M fine.” Your lips press together, swallowing back a hiss at natures cold touch against your exposed skin. The smell of earth and pine trees flood your senses.

Thankfully the sharp inhale through your nose instantly dampens the taste of metal in your mouth.

“Tell me about the stars.” You prompt softly.

𓃦 A/N: I started writing this after I rewatched the "My Bloody Valentine" episode with Dean's breakdown in the end. 🥺 [The entire setting is inspired by an original story of mine, about a female solo-hunter in Scandinavia who lives off the grid with her dogs. 🤭] Dean Tags:

@aylacavebear @jc-winchester @ambiguous-avery @bettystonewell @lyarr24 @ladysparkles78 @v1v1-3

[dysfunctional-doodle]

A new chapter of Too Many Turtles is out, my TMNT chat fic! In which the mini plastic babies return for war against a ferret (don’t ask), ROTTMNT Raph bites into a tyre and 2012 Mikey discovers you can explode pretty much anything in a microwave

Link to latest chapter!

(Wow I finally stop being lazy and updated this chat fic lol.)

I just wanna say I’m really sorry about the lack of updates on this blog overall, I know I haven’t been drawing on here lately but I have been doing commissions, and all the rest of my time is spent on uni work, driving lessons and trying not to live up to the student stereotype of being broke as shit lol. It’s been…going. It’s hard to muster up the energy to do much else rn but giant talking turtles are going to save me I hope.

I have a redbubble shop for tmnt posters, stickers, badges, etc of my own designs and a Kofi, both are linked in my pinned post!

[bubblegumflavor]

Dally found Johnny at the lot. It wasn’t hard to guess, he was able to hear him bawl from all down the street.

He was sure he never heard Johnny cry so hard. He wasn’t much of a crybaby, he probably had the highest pain tolerance from all of the gang, but this wasn’t physical pain.. Johnny cried from a broken heart and he was the reason, him of all people.

Keep reading on Ao3 ♡