#i hope this keeps you all fed

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

DC

little suns by ScarlettSwordMoon

While Bruce was presumed dead, Dick adopted Damian. Now that Bruce has returned, the three of them struggle to adjust to the new status quo. AKA Five times Dick struggled with being a father and a son, and one time he got the balance right.

Stranger Things

Not So Bad by outofmygourd

Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be

birds of a feather flock together by Bundibird

"You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys."

Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him.

"What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

SVSSS

If Marriage Was an Olympic Sport by anatheme

Shen Qingqiu accidentally triggered a marriage hunt wife plot on his ass and now twelve people must compete for his hand in marriage by catching him before sunset. Enter Luo Binghe who left the abyss's oven earlier than canon for reasons.

save your tears (for another day) by anathem

In which the SYSTEM provided Shen Qingqiu a way to distract Luo Binghe during their reunion in the Jinlan City Arc:

And then he felt it, a hot and stinging sensation in his eyes. Something warm and wet trailed down his cheek. His vision blurred and he hurriedly tried blinking it away.

Shen Qingqiu quickly wiped his face before anyone could see. He stared at the wet trail in his hand in horror and betrayal. What the fuck, SYSTEM?!

Too late, Luo Binghe already saw it, judging by the sharp intake of breath and everyone going silent around him.

Star Wars

Thaw by spqr

That’s what hope does to you, Luke remembers now. It lingers at the back of your mind, whispering maybe, maybe, so that knowing a plan is stupid isn’t enough to keep you from trying it.

how to deal with the unfortunate matter of your parents being sex icons by Artootie (baxty_154)

Part 1 of Luke and Leia Skywalker-Naberrie's Adventures in being totally normal college students

“You know it’s strange,” his new roommate threw back over his shoulder. “You actually look pretty similar to Anakin Skywalker.” He straightened The Poster lovingly and patted the shiny pecs again.

Luke squeaked and cleared his throat, desperate for a distraction so he could flee to scream with Leia. “Uh yeah, about that…”

And as if the Force itself had heard him, the door swung open.

Enter stage left, Anakin Skywalker carrying a mini fridge.

Clone Wars

Those Who Can by K_R_Closson

After a chaotic, and traumatic, start to her apprenticeship, Obi-Wan Kenobi decides the life of a Jedi knight is not one for her. She joins the EduCorps and becomes a teacher instead. Her former grandmaster offers her a position on the planet Kamino, but when she arrives, she realizes he left out a few very important details. Her students number in the hundreds of thousands and soon will number in the millions.

But she is committed to this assignment, and the boys here need her. She learns how very much that is true as each new month spent on the planet revels new horrors and abuses.

Free Jedi to Good Home by soft_but_gremlin

Jango Fett expected several things from this hunt on Galidraan. Three hypothermic Jedi children stumbling into his camp was not one of those things.

let go and i'll hold you up by jynx

In the midst of a war, Obi-Wan finds a deck of diviner cards and, on a lark, introduces his Commander to the concept and then offers a reading. He honestly didn't expect the cards, or the Force, to egg them into a relationship, but maybe he should have.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Late Night Talking

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[homemadeaxolotl]

Obey Me x TWST Chapter 2

[Back In The Devildom]

"What do you mean they're gone?! What did you do, Solomon?!"

Lucifer had lost his shit and his brothers were just as pissed, all of them in agreement for once, which was concerning. Diavolo was standing behind everyone, simply listening as Barbatos stood by his side, remaining calm despite the icy glare leveled at the sorcerer.

Before it could get too loud, Diavolo stepped forward, looking serious as everyone stepped back. Diavolo then walked over to Solomon and stood in front of him as the prince spoke in a scarily quiet voice. "Where's (Y/N), Solomon?"

Solomon sighed and shrugged as he looked at Diavolo. "If I knew where my apprentice was, I would have said so already." "What happened?" Diavolo's voice was sharp as he kept staring at Solomon, showing that he was just as irritated as the rest of the demons were.

"Well, I wanted to test a spell that should have just made them extremely small, but I must have read something wrong. I doubt it, though." Solomon tried sounding confident, but it was obvious that even he was getting nervous.

"Where did you find this spell?" Satan sounded eerily calm as he stared coldly at Solomon. Solomon cleared his throat and smiled at Satan as he handed the avatr of wrath an ancient spellbook with a neon pink sticky note sticking out of the top. Satan then carefully flipped to the page with everyone's eyes on him. Once Satan read what was on the page, he growled and shoved the book into Asmodeus' hands before slamming Solomon against the wall. "You moron! That spell doesn't make someone smaller!"

Lucifer forced Satan back, much to his irritation, as Asmodeus gasped dramatically and stared at Solomon in horror. "You sent our precious (Y/N) to another world?!"

The room fell into total silence as all the demons in the room stared at Solomon. It was so quiet that a pin could be heard, but before anyone could freak out (more than Satan and Asmo did, anyway), Diavolo spoke calmly and coldly, keeping a level head. "Solomon, you will be staying out of this. we can find a way to bring (Y/N) back."

Solomon actually looked alarmed when he heard Diavolo's words as he tried defending himself, but Diavolo wasn't having any of it. Diavolo held a hand up to silence Solomon as he spoke coldly. "You are not allowed to help us. We cannot risk messing up and you cannot be trusted currently."

With that, Lucifer and his brothers headed back to the House of Lamentation and Diavolo and Barbatos went deeper into the castle, leaving Solomon all alone in the main hall, with his only option being to go back to Purgatory Hall, regretting sending his apprentice away on accident as he tried to figure out how he was going to break the news to Simeon, Luke, and Raphael.

No one was going to be happy with Solomon and he, oddly enough, wasn't happy to be on everyone's shit list.

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Alright, this is gonna be the last chapter before finals week. It was a shorter chapter, but I'll try to make the chapters after this a little longer. I'll post the 3rd chapter either the week after finals or the week after that.

It might be a bit early to say this, but thank you for all the support I've gotten for this fic so far. It's only in its early stages, but everyone has been so kind to me and so eager for more, which makes me excited to write more, so thank you!

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Taglist: @axvfr @energy-addict

[berryblu-arts]

@weekend-whip​ hi sorry they turned your boy into a marketable plushie...? yeah now hes all round and huggable, sorry!

(fic link)

[lalasknives]

So far, this season seems to be focusing A LOT on Bose and not the same way season 2 did with chapa. I think her focus was related to her development as a character, starting at the end of power problem’s two where she has that really touching conversation with miles, and ending in unmasked where we can see her incredibly stressed, something we rarely see. I would say her character is over as far as writing (I think we should have got more of her rebelling to her mother rules and going to prison but that phase seems over and they won’t talk about it again). This season, however, the focus on Bose seems to be building up a sub plot. Starting towards the very end of unmasked, where both he and his mother about the relationship with his dad. “Unstable, like my parents marriage” and “maybe just erase the memories of my first husband” are both puns that were put in the script because the writers must had a vague idea of where the show was gonna go, had it been renewed for a third season, and it did. Then we have Celia being the first among the mums to be kidnapped and the one that number 20 refused to acknowledge her when she talked until episode 2. Then her being the one that was able to escape and Bose having to not only protect her from Ray, but also reassure her that he was going to be fine, strengthening their relationship. Then buddy having no dad. Although subtle, this detail could be crucial in the story and here’s why. I think it’s pretty much confirmed that Ray is a father figure to Bose, even if it wasn’t explicitly said, and now he has to share him. I think that realisation was the reason the dad jokes started. He’s coping with his feelings with humor. I don’t think he necessarily dislikes buddy, he just resents him and maybe is a little jealous of him. Let’s not forget that he was there when Ray announced that he would like to become Buddy’s new father. “Why did he get him in the end? Wasn’t he our enemy like a week ago?”. I think this is also the reason they had NO INTERACTIONS so far and why he was the most disappointed in Ray in ep 6 after finding out he lied to them.

Then he gets kidnapped? Why him? Wouldn’t Mika be better to help them build a weapon? Did he just help them with nothing in return? What could the cell possibly offer him that he wants? After the weapon is built, why are they still holding him hostage?

Then he’s supposed to save his friends? His birthday?

Also I fully believe that Drex’s “change of heart” Tommy was talking about is somehow connected to Bose and not to Buddy as we are being led to believe. I think now that Ray is busy with Buddy, Drex will take that spot for Bose and it will most likely cause damage.

[woolandcoffee]

God folks in the pesticide manufacturing industry are so up their own asses. This is the most annoying call.

[theloveinc]

It’s so funny how rereading one single ya dystopian series has made all my daydreams go from something mundane and beautiful to like… “me and Bakugo are surviving a war against reproductive rights🙂” and I’m genuinely having a good time

[marcusagrippa]

becoming more invested in one random side character who is fucking dead by the time my main plot starts than the actual protagonist is just a rite of passage for my writing process at this point

[shinayashipper]

They have been preparing me to get Married like I'm going to be fed to the lion's den- I hate how "to be Married" is made to be my Goal in life, I hate it <\3 I hope everyone stops asking me about marriage... it will happen when it happens, stop pestering me about it

[mayplantstarrwaters]

i hope my blog is not a place for you to see cool pictures i reblog or post, but also your daily jukebox

[creativebrainrot]

I want to write up a little open journal entry about yesterday, and well. Life, lately.

Content Warning for the death of a pet. mentions of abuse. mentions of my abuser.

Today was the day of my childhood pet's vet appointment. BK had been off her thyroid medication since late January / early February this year. I didn't realize how long that was, my dad had been trying and failing to save up for her healthcare. Yesterday, she was panting, didn't want to be touched, on top of other health issues we noticed this/last week, and we knew she was dying. One day off of her appointment, after we finally had managed to save up. When we set the appointment it was a 17 day long wait, and I knew she wouldn't make it. She was put to rest yesterday, I asked my dad to take her to vet to be put to sleep. I've watched too many animals die slowly in this house because we couldn't take care of them. We had saved up just enough for her euthanasia.

The night of the 25th I thought she was already dying, so I pet her and laid my head on her body like one last goodbye but she woke up. I tried to sleep but I had to check on her one more time before I could and when I looked where she usually was, she was still staring at my bedroom door.

When I woke up she was already in a bad state.

I got one last goodbye and goodmorning from her.

she was a really cute cat, I had her since I was 4 or 5. She died at 17 or 16 years old and she was so so so happy and sweet and cute for every single one of those years.

I couldn't go to the vet's with my dad. I had just woken up and I despise crying infront of other people. I don't like it. (I don't like it because I don't look how I should. no other reason. people see a "short little girl" and I hate it.)

We tried to work a bit yesterday, the day she left. But our car's engine light came on, and that was just too much to deal with.

I have no reason to stay in this house anymore. Neither does my dad. Today, 27th of April, 2023, we're going to seriously start moving. Selling things we don't want, packing up what we do want.

We spent this whole year so far trying to just save up enough to move smoothly but honestly? I think it will feel smooth even if we have to buy a car that's definitely a one-way ticket. Even if it's the worst used-lemon of a car we've ever driven before, we'll be somewhere that's finally our's.

This house was the very last bargaining chip our abuser used against us. I cannot emphasize enough that everything was rigged against us from the very start. The mortgage company won't talk to my dad. When our abuser was alive they didn't talk to my dad either- none of the companies did. My dad wasn't the sole owner so he never got to apply for any of the housing aid he wanted to. and then desantis. who doesn't exactly "like" poor people. like us. or anyone remotely like us at all, actually.

If we can just get to somewhere new- be it a mobile home, two apartments, a house in a state like this one, it will STILL be an upgrade. Because the system, including our own personal abuser, never let this be our house. This is just "where we're stuck living," and it's been that my entire life.

my dad wanted so badly to fix this house up and love it but everyday it gets a bit harder to stay here. Everyday a new issue crops up that makes us ask, "why are we still trying to live here?"

even if we did like the house, we're still in a state that get's too hot for us to live comfortably, we're still in a state that wants us dead. we're still cut off from care we need and in a state where everything is too expensive for us.

So it's time to say goodbye and move. I'm only 21 and I don't want to watch my dad die in this house- he's in good health. And we want it to stay that way. We're hoping Maine has clinics that we can afford care from easier. DoorDash usually gets us 20$ an hour, so if we can get a car that can keep driving or maybe fix our current one, we'll be right back on our feet. My dad was looking into DoorDash's e-bike program, he really loves working for DoorDash.

My personal dream is an apartment all to myself that's just the right size for my cat and I, that I can make money off of vocal work & art from. I want to work from home so that I'm never forced outside when I don't want to be or can't handle it. I want to work from home because all my friends right now are online. I want a nice apartment within walking distance of nice places.

I want true freedom for myself and my dad. and I think, we'll get that.

no matter what.

[rpmemestores]

RB karma is really just about making sure you actually give the people you follow interactions instead of hogging them and being selfish, and reblogging from the source is just to not clog people's activity feed with rp memes they're not being sent, and yet I saw someone feel upset about someone saying they should reblog from the source instead and complaining about rb karma.

Asking this of people does not constitute expecting someone to go out of their way unless an rp resource acc associated with the rp meme is unable to be reached. If the blog is still running, the url is right there, you're able and allowed to click it.

It can feel annoying or disheartening when the thing you reblogged to garner interaction with your account gets massively reblogged by your mutuals rather than sent to you, especially if this is a common occurrence. That's why the notion of reblog karma exists.

It's a matter of taking the other players into account. Of course, they could send the rp meme they had reblogged from them to their mutuals, but they were likely hoping to get asks themselves.

The rp community is kept going by feeding interaction with others and by being considerate.

Be considerate of those you interact with and try to not make them feel ignored or neglected.

Of course, no one will be able to do things perfectly all the time or have the spoons to really think about what to send, I certainly don't always have the spoons to send stuff either, and part of keeping the community going is sharing content. Don't immediately be angry at people for not sending things or for reblogging an rp meme from you.

Be flexible, maybe talk to the person if they do it a bit too much, if you're able to. Most people aren't keeping track of how often they may reblog a meme without sending anything, after all.

Basically, be a bro and be chill to each other.

[blissfulalchemist]

Share Sunday

Have been tagged recently by @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @snake-in-the-garden @heroofpenamstan and @confidentandgood to do both a WIP and Six Sentence Sunday, so let’s just combine the two as I grant you all some early AriaxNate and more of the ffxiv brain rot that is Siberite and Thancred. Tagging: @belorage @strafethesesinners @blackreaches @preachercuster @indorilnerevarine @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @shallow-gravy and anyone else that wants too! 

First up have that AriaxNate on a first date! (look at how I ryhmed there)

“Can I help you sir?” Nate hums pointing at himself for confirmation, “Yes you. Do you know what you want to order yet?”

“Ah no not really. I’m waiting for someone.”

She gives a small eye roll, “Well don’t take too long to read our menu. You’ll start a line.”

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles, checking once more that he didn’t miss her somewhere among the patrons, all in varying states of waking up and rushing to wherever they needed to be that day. By the time it hits nine fifteen the cashier has changed and Aria’s running late. He walks up to the counter, “This may sound like an odd question but I was supposed to be meeting someone here and it seems like they come here a lot, maybe you might recognize them?”

The cashier lights up the minute she locks eyes with Nate, “I can try, but no guarantees.”

“Awesome,” he clears his throat, “I’m looking for a girl, light brown curly hair, hazel eyes, a student at UCLA-.”

The woman’s face falls, trying to keep the customer's smile plastered to her lips, “Oh, you mean library girl.” Her brow furrows a moment, looking up at the clock hanging behind her, “Yeah she usually comes in about nine every other day for at least a coffee.”

“Have you seen her yet this morning?”

She shakes her head, “No. But she seems pretty strict with herself in making sure she’s got enough time to eat here before driving all the way down to that old one with the botanical gardens.”

“Does she usually order the same thing?”

“Yep. Never really strays….unless we have a new coffee flavor.”

“Which you don't, it seems.”

The cashier lets out a sigh, “Would you like me to make her usual order in a to-go manner?” Nate nods, giving a shrug, the woman taps at the buttons harder than she should before looking back at him, “And what can I get you?”

“Oh uh, medium coffee with two creams and a sugar.”

“Nothing to eat?” He shakes his head, “Alright it’ll be thirteen even and out in just a few minutes.”

She shoos him away after paying quickly grabbing the next customer in line, Nate taking a seat as close as he can get to the door. His leg starts to bounce as each minute passes and he has yet to see her walk up, checking his bag once more before pulling out some change. It takes him a moment to locate the pay phone in the back of the cafe, near the bathrooms, rushing to catch a spot in line, gaze still straying to the door, Guess Sully was right. Should have just snuck in there myself. He’s next in line when he hears the bell chime as Ms. Dawson, at least he hopes seeing as she’s wearing glasses now, rushes through the door, Nate letting out the breath he’d been holding onto. “Hey Aria!” He calls out while his name is being called for his order. She looks over giving a relieved smile as he meets her halfway, “Didn’t think you were going to show up?”

“I’m never late like this, I apologize,” she lowers her head pushing back hair that isn’t there, “But uh more so, we can’t get a real meal.”

“Pick up for Nate!” The first cashier says with a sneer. She gives a roll of her eyes when he finally takes the tray, making sure everything’s there.

“You ordered ahead,” Aria asks with a tilt of her head, “How did you know what I liked?”

“Oh I just asked the nicer lady taking orders,” he smirks, “You’re a regular that orders the same thing enough to make a pretty good guess.”

“Well I think she gave you a freebie,” Nate looks down confused as she laughs holding up the small bag with a pastry, “cause she’s never put a smiley face on my to go orders.” She gives him a nudge on the shoulder, eyes going wide a moment before turning away, “Come on, we should get going so we can hit the lull in traffic.”

Nate spends the first fifteen minutes in traffic flipping through the radio stations exactly five times before giving up and leaving it on the first preset, while Aria takes advantage of the stopped cars finishing up her breakfast. He lets out a sigh, tapping and humming, making Aria’s stomach start to turn until he finally looks at her, “You know you have a weird definition of ’lull in traffic’.” He frowns, watching as another motorcycle flies past between the lanes, “You ever thought about getting a bike?”

“Not really,” she says, pulling forward two car lengths, eyes scanning for the lane moving the most, “Never ridden on one, always too dangerous to do so.” She growls seeing the farthest left two lanes moving, “And this isn’t normal traffic. Had to be an accident up ahead.”

“So we could be stuck here a long while. Won’t that affect your appointment and time in the library?”

She shakes her head, “Nope. One, we have plenty of time, and two, they like me there and know my professor really well.”

“Ah I see,” Nate says with a smirk, “So I’m not the first guy you asked on this kind of date?”

She slams the brakes earning a honk from behind them, “I’m-. I’m sorry. What? Excuse me? That-that’s not-.”

He laughs, “Joking….okay half joking. Why go early?”

And then the FFXIV kids notes and all of the rough of rough drafts

“Take the man you’ve brought home-.”

“You mean the one I work with.”

“Don’t try to play your games. Neither of us is stupid and we can very much see that you two are more than just associates.”

“And?”

“And? And it’s making us look bad, making you look bad. Don’t you know the kind of reputation you’ll have if you continue to see him?”

“It will tarnish it beyond repair,” her mother adds, “How can you ever hope to have a secure future after that?” Thancred turns away, looking down knowing on some level her parents are right. It didn’t matter how much he’d changed or grown out of his Cassanova ways, it would still follow him. If he was being honest with himself, the period of time they avoided a relationship with the other didn’t seem to help much in this endeavor. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about it or hadn’t feared what the idea of a street raised nobody being with a woman of her status would bring, he just thought that maybe-.

“You mean how can you have a secure future,” Siberite answers, “You’re so driven to keep some rank that you forget that it is you who can change that. It’s you that can give him whatever damn title will please you.” She shakes her head in disbelief, “He’s an Archon of aetherial sciences, a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, a hero of Eorzea and of the First, he’s every bit as brave, smart, and capable as any of the leaders I’ve met on my journey. Hells many of them will turn to him for advice from time to time and yet….” She takes a moment to catch her breath, “And yet you choose to focus on the one part of his life that I have witnessed countless other lords do in their lives, many of whom I might add you tried to marry me off to. Thancred is all you could have ever wanted in a male heir and then some but you’re just too high on your horse to care.”

Her father’s jaw sets, teeth starting to grind and fists being made at his sides, “Do not presume to tell me what I wanted in a male heir. I had what I wanted and that man isn’t it.”

[more is said question on just what it is her dad wants yadda yadda]

Thancred leans his arms against the railing of the small balcony, looking over the quiet city finding it hard to slow his mind down enough to even attempt sleep. So many questions have been left unanswered and so many more made that he doesn’t even know where to start in asking her once they’re far from here. He sighs, eyes glancing back into the room to the bound books given to him from a man that knows much more than he lets on, Maybe, he thinks, Maybe all the answers are in there. I may not even have to ask her. “Hey,” a voice whispers from above him, “Psst.” He looks up to find Siberite looking down at him with a small smile, “You wanna get out of here for a little bit?”

“How did you get up there?”

“Same way you would,” she laughs quietly, “I used to run away all the time, remember? Now come on, I want to show you something.” He smirks, waving away her offered hand to make his way up on the roof. When he has his balance he sees that she’s changed out of most of her fancy attire back to her now normal practical dress wear, save for her shoes that still have a considerable heel to them. She glances down, “Oh, yeah. I find I can navigate myself much more quietly in these and climb the city better also.” She’s off before he can say anything more on the subject, keeping up with her with ease as she leads them up higher in the city. Finally she comes to a stop atop a building just below the satrap’s residence, “Here we are,” she announces, “My favorite spot to just think when I can’t sleep.” 

He looks over the city in awe, witnessing how the colors seem to glimmer in the dim lighting, how on a clear night one could almost see to Great Work, and more importantly feel the calm and silence more comfortably from this height. She sits bringing her knees to her chest as she smiles looking over a sight she’s probably seen a million times over, joining her leaning back on his hands. “It’s quite beautiful up here. One can easily understand why this is your favorite spot.”

“It wasn’t just mine,” she says, “Khutula showed it to me after a particularly bad party. Can’t remember just what it was I did wrong only that mom wouldn’t stop chastising me about it for three days.” Her smile falls as she looks up towards the stars, “Do you feel like you know everything there is to know about my past, Thancred?”

“Your past never mattered much to me, you know this.”

“But do you feel like you know all there is to know.”

He gives her a curious look, “I thought I did, but this visit has brought up a few questions I’ll admit.”

“Which is something I expected.” She sighs, resting her chin on her knees, “There’s one thing I’ve never told anyone else, but am finding it harder to keep it all to myself recently.” He keeps quiet, sitting up to place a hand on her shoulder, an attempt to steal them both up for whatever it is she says. 

“I had an older brother.”

It’s one of the last things he expected to hear, but in an instant he finds that so much more of her makes sense now that she’s said it. Her hesitation in accepting people close to her, the method on how she dealt with the death of [REDACTED], how easily she seemed to put him out of her mind, and most of all, why she felt the need to do as much of the heroism as she could with no one else by her side. “What happened to him? If I may ask,” he doesn’t need to, he knows that the way she says it means he wasn’t just simply disowned and exiled, but he fears that she’ll just as quickly drop the subject if he doesn’t.

“You may,” she says with a soft smile that’s brief, “He died, when I was about seven. I don’t know how, even Khutula won’t tell me that, just always assured me that he cared about me a lot. Which was nice, because as soon as he was gone my parents did all they could to bury him, act as if he never existed. I wasn’t even allowed to ask about him in private, was sometimes told that I made him up and that I shouldn’t be bringing things like that up, but I just had to. I needed to know and all I was told was to bury it and never let anyone else see it.”

“They tried to make you believe you never had an older brother?” She gives a quick nod, “Parents of the year.”

“They’re not that bad, once you start to look for and find the reasoning behind their actions.”

“And yet you still chose to leave. Why is that?”

[becca-alexa]

i understand the technological gap between generations but at what point does that gap just turn into incompetence

[roachemoji]