#idk that was a spontaneous thing

[slimeshade]

Couple more brush tests

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

new theory on what The Boundary is: the doctor's body just does that

[romance-rambles]

AN APPRORIATE STARING DISTANCE

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

— word count: 1.2k

— pairing: [modern] clarence clayden x little painter/you

— tags: romantic fluff, established relationship, takes place during azure island phase 1 [no spoilers for the event stories tho]

— notes: absolutely wild that my first time writing for clarence happens to be modern ver, not archmage!! anyways, this is the screenshot you can blame for this silly lil fic's existence.

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NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."

[goldiipond]

graduated 2 years late but who caares im FREEE i can do wjatever i want. i can do anything. i am going to draw my little characters

[grahamcore]

i feel like will would mildly celebrate the fourth of july because he grew up southern and it’s nostalgic and also a national holiday and blah blah whatever point is it’s so fucking funny when you imagine the catastrophic impact this would have on hannibal because. you’ve gotta eat hot dogs on the fourth right? so imagine hannibal coping with will insisting on eating all american hot dogs every fourth. the love of his life eating like the single most processed food out there i think his head would fully explode

[sskk-manifesto]

:)

[redrobin-detective]

I have read a thousand fluffy, happy Batfam fics and I read one thousand more but when the happy sanitized fanon is put away and I really think of the characters, I can never believe it.

The Bats love each other, I honestly, truly believe each and every one of those weird, repressed assholes would die to save one another. But the day to day is hard. They’re not just a family, they’re coworkers and soldiers and enemies. Bruce doesn’t do normal and shows his love through control, paranoia and shared violence and he taught that to his children. The siblings never feel quite at ease around each other, too many betrayals, cutting words, stinging injuries. In the field, they are a well oiled machine, when they’re at home playing the part of a happy family, they can’t quite relax.

Dick is a demanding perfectionist who sometimes can’t separate himself the job. He’s burned bridges at some point with every family member and though he dearly loves them, sometimes being the happy, welcoming, forgiving big brother all the time to too many siblings is exhausting. It’s hard to keep so many different people happy at once so sometimes he just lets them go.

Jason never fully integrates back into the family. He doesn’t legally reclaim his name and return to his life, just keeps his head down and sticks to his turf in the alley. He’s simmered down a lot since his resurrection and can hold conversations with his so called family but it’s tense and soured by the past. He occasionally still murders and break B’s moral code but B is so tired of the fighting that they’re in a bit of a stalemate over it.

Tim has grown used to feeling like an outsider in the family. He stays out of obligation and because he has no one else left to turn to. Sometimes it feels like he’s just going through the motions of being a brother and son. He dreams about packing up and leaving but knows he never can. Is still bitter at the fallout of previously good relationships (Dick, Steph and B) and in general wary and untrusting of Jay and Dami. He wishes things could go back to how they were.

Cassandra has never truly understood the concept of a happy family. The Bats are comfortably familiar with their frequent brawls and generally being on edge around the other. To her, this is normal. That said, as much as she loves, she keeps her distance because its hard for her to deal with and express that love. She’ll spar and cuddle and smile and then disappear for months making it hard to the others to feel connected to her. She feels most comfortable alone.

Damian’s inferiority and superiority complex are at constant war with each other. He’s learned to see the error of his earlier thinking and realizes that everyone will always see him as an assassin. He hates how much he looks up to his older siblings, their skills and experience how easily they seem to have his father’s love. His pride prevents him from admitting this, opening up to them and instead perpetuates the cycle of insults and fighting.

There is love and connection in the Bat family but also cracks from hundreds of little interactions brought about by stress and pain and misery. When the stars are right and the moon is bright, they can come together and be a family. But it’s never the whole group and never for too long before uncertainty and fear creeps back in. In battle, they are an unstoppable force that works in tandem. Outside of costumes, just themselves, they are broken people awkwardly trying to hold together a facsimile family.

[lesbiankordian]

BSD ON AO3

ID in alt

this is so much like. i did a presentation abt the amount of anime & manga fics on ao3 once and compared the biggest fandoms from this category. (bc I wanted bsd to qualify) the minimal amount of fics was 40000. as you can see, there are only 11 media that meet this requirement (unless I missed some - was doing it manually). and those are some popular anime too.

ID in alt

these are data from february 21, 2023. there have been 12709 bsd fics written since then, just on ao3. that's an enormous number. our fandom has grown by 25,59% in half a year.

for comparison, here's how the other fandoms have changed:

ID in alt

the numbers are from the "anime & manga" category under the "fandoms" section on ao3. when you click directly on a tag, they slightly vary. idk why that is, but that's why the amount of bsd fics is different than the one in the 1st picture, where it's 61957. last time I got the data from the "anime & manga" category, so that's why I did the same now. however if it turned out the numbers weren't accurate there and the real ones were shown when you click at a tag, then it doesn't make a big difference when it comes to the calculation and comparing the fandoms.

so. when it comes to how many bsd fics have been posted since the end of february, THERE ARE MANY, and we're at the second place.

and we're the first in the growth category, that is the number of the new fics divided by the staring number. so, when it comes to proportions, we've grown the most, much more than the other fandoms: one piece and pokemon are next, but it's 25% vs 15%.

remember I'm only counting the fandoms from my chart, that is the ones that had 40000 fics on feb 21. that means there are fandoms that have had a 100% growth - for example from 10 to 20 fics; or that there are fandoms that didn't hit the 40000 line back in february (like jjk), but do now and their growth is also noticeable.

on February 21 we were the 9th biggest anime & manga fandom on ao3. now we're 5th.

that's all thank you 😚

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

[osamusriceballs]

Is it a date if someone invites you over to cook something and watch movies?

[crumbleclub]

baby mike, not long after the Bite

different/no background versions + pencil original under the cut

[scholarhect]

one reason i can’t have kids is i would so be the “baaaabe when are their doctor’s appointments again?” parent. the “yeah i’ll pack their suitcase but can you look through it and make sure i didn’t forget anything?” parent. very bad, but also, feminist? except i’d be doing it to a woman, so, not feminist? basically what this says is that i could never be married to a man. and i also can never have kids

[lazysunjade]

V I X E N |

[mainfaggot]

had my 25 minutes of quirkiness induced dopamine I am nauseous and afraid now

[cheapcheapfaker]

[peculiarbeauty]

What deadly sin are you ?

Gluttony

Like the consumer capitalist society we live in, your sin is gluttony. You devour everything to the point of waste. That new Netflix show? Binged in a day. Paycheck? Spent in a week. You are not a Candle but a firework, burning brightly and powerfully, but soon the kniddling is burnt. You feel your emotions intensely, but have trouble controling your reactions, and as such, just as with the firework, your precence may be explosive.

tagged by: the most wonderful and lovely @highfivethesky !!

tagging: @dcmur3 , @seaprofound , @kaizokugaris , @chatcambrioleur , @alm1ghtysea ( stitch if you want !! ) , @manebloom , @seachant / @tiaeras , @solehr , @maiiden , @amoriscustos & anyone else who wants to do this , feel free to tag me as your source. i love to see this stuff and what people think about the results for their respective muses. <3