#incomplete work

[cherryeol04]

SKZ MAGICAL SCHOOL AU

➻ Pairings: Changbin Centric ➻ Genre: Fantasy au, magic au ➻ Additional: nonlinear, drabble, wip ➻ Word Count: 1.7k ➻ Warnings: N/A ➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username! ➻ Additional notes: I will most likely not be continuing this prompt/scenario/idea, so that's why I'm posting it in this current state. I just wanted to share it with everyone!

[beginning scene, possibly the very start, or maybe a few paragraphs after the start]

“Professor Nim, if anything is possible with magic, what about soulmates?”

“Soulmates… those don’t exist.” The professor was quick to shut down Changbin’s question - the excitement draining from his face. 

“But I heard-“

“What you ‘heard’ was a story, Mr. Seo. Fantasy. Fiction. An idea made up from someone’s delusional thinking. I will have none of that talk in my class.” The answer was final and Changbin didn’t dare argue with their history professor. He was older, wiser and certified to teach the history of magic - of course he would know if soulmates existed or not. Felix had been optimistic when he told Changbin the story, but Mr. Nim had been certain. So clearly he was the person in the right, the one to be believed. So why did Changbin feel like he was being lied to? Maybe it was in the way Mr. Nim had shut him down so quickly. Or was it the flicker of fear that flashed in his eyes for one brief moment - so quick that Changbin would have missed it if he blinked? Whatever the reason, his gut was telling him something wasn’t right and he had learned many years ago to trust his gut. 

[middle to late scene, somewhere]

*Flashback*

“You’re crazy.” His sister snapped finally, pausing in her packing. Setting her keys down on the table, she stared at her brother, his face hardened with a determination he only could have inherited from their mother. “Changbin, the world isn’t as black and white as you think it is.” she started. “To go off and start learning magic now, after what happened.”

“Magic didn’t kill them though.” Changbin grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“It didn’t save them either.” She retorted and almost instantly regretted her words at the sight of how heartbroken and defeated her brother appeared. Closing the distance between them, she pulled him into a hug, bearing his near entire weight as he clung to her. “Doing this won’t bring them back. At least right now, we have some peace.”

“I know it won’t but…something is telling me to do this. That this is the correct step forward.” he whispered.

She was silent for a moment, thinking over his words and the implications behind them. So much could go wrong, but so much could go right. Changbin was an adult now and while she appreciated him telling her his goals and desires, he didn’t have to. He could make his own decisions and she had a feeling he already had. That this whole conversation was only taking place because he wanted her approval, not that he needed it.

She understood.

“Always follow your gut. It’ll never steer you wrong.”

Those had been her last words to him. The approval from his last living relative had meant everything to Changbin and it turned out to be the only thing he had left to remember her by. The accident had happened an hour later and Changbin always blamed himself for it. If he hadn’t chosen that moment to confront her about wanting to attend magic school, or hadn’t pushed to get her to approve, she would have left on time rather than be running late. She wouldn’t have been at the intersection when the truck ran the red light. She wouldn’t be gone. It was all his fault and pain and guilt haunted him everyday.

[so this is true middle scene, fun times!]

“This is it.” Felix whispered, the tome resting delicately in his hands. It was leather bound - genuine no doubt - dyed a gorgeous royal purple. Embossed in gold was the Celestial crest - a crescent moon surrounded by stars overlaid on top of the triquetra, which represented the three founding figures of the Magical Institute of Academia (MIA for short). It was perfectly centered, stunningly gorgeous. 

“How do you know this is the book?” Seungmin questioned as he snatched the tome from Felix’s grasp and looked it over. While beautiful bound - the pages even had golden gilded edges - it appeared to be nothing special. In fact, it looked like one of the many other books in the headmaster’s office.

“Because the headmaster nearly had a heart attack when I discovered it in the library at the start of the semester.” Felix explained. “He took it and wouldn’t exactly say why I couldn’t read it, just that it wasn’t ‘appropriate’.” he mocked as he rolled his eyes.

“So, what you’re saying is that you don’t know if it contains information about soulmates then.” Changbin deadpanned. He had put so much faith in Felix and combined with Mr. Nim’s reaction the other day, he was sure this book held the contents of his curiosity.

“Well, I mean, it holds something secretive in it.” 

Apparently his faith had been misplaced.

“For all we know it’s just the book he hides his alcohol in.” Seungmin scoffed, passing the book to Changbin, who eagerly took it. For how thick it was, it didn’t really weigh much, lending credence to Seungmin’s suggestion. Maybe it really was hollowed out in the center. Before he could even check, their secret gathering was interrupted by the sudden sound of keys jingling. 

“Oh shit!”

“Hide!” 

As if they needed to be told twice. The three scattered, searching for cover and barely concealing themselves in time for the door to be opened. The light in the room was turned on, but nothing else followed. No footsteps or soft breathing - anything to indicate another person had entered the room. Time seemed to have stood still and the three waited with baited breaths. No sooner had the lights turned on where they turned back off and the door was locked again. This time the footsteps were audible, slowly fading as the person walked away. Another minute went by, just to make sure the coast was clear before the three crawled out from their places.

“That was close.”

“I’ll say. Good job Felix, almost got us caught.” Seungmin scolded lightly. In retaliation, Felix swatted at him.

“Shut up. How was I supposed to know someone might come around?”

“You could have.” Changbin defended.

“Thank you hyung! See? At least Changbin hyung likes me!” Felix and Seungmin started their usual childish banter of who was right and wrong, which on a normal day would have been funny, but it wasn’t the least bit amusing at the moment.

“Alright, stop you two. Let’s get out of here before that person comes back.” A brilliant idea and one the two quickly agreed upon. As they snuck their way out, Changbin had half a mind to leave the book there, but thought better of it. After all, if the headmaster didn’t trust Felix of all people to read the text inside, then it must be something worth investigating. 

They managed to sneak back to their dorms without incident and Changbin hid the book under his pillow to read through later.

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[nanato04]

Here’s a random brain vomit at did at sometime around uhhhh 2 a.m.?

Should i continue this?

I even came up with a title lol

The Secret admirer

Your attraction towards your captain was abnormal.

No. It couldn’t be classified as a crush, it was something far more than that. You were obsessed with your captain to the point where you would boil of jealousy whenever he playfully flirted with random women on the streets.

You loved everything about him. His laugh, his face, his scars, everything. How he wears that one loose white shirt not bothering to cover up his chiseled chest. How his lips get so wet when he downs a mug of beer. How his hand grips anything with such force that you wanted you to be that very thing. How he sticks out his big tongue when he makes fun of someone. You had memorized his smell so perfectly that you would recognize him with ease even if he is mixed among a 1000 men. You loved watching him, every single detail about him drives you crazy.

Oh but you didn’t let anyone know about your feelings towards the red-haired emperor. You would keep your feelings to yourself and admire him from afar. You had already made up your mind that he would reject you or even kick you out of the crew. Yeah you didn’t want to take that risk whatsoever.

One day, you and your crew stopped by a vacant island and were enjoying the rest time. And out of nowhere a bunch of really strong pirates tried messing with your crew. Your captain was completely chill about it and didn’t heed their disrespect. You were ticked off by their mere existence but when you saw that your captain wasn’t phased by their bullshit you decided to do nothing. While all of you thought they would just bark and walk away eventually, they crossed the line by beating up one of your crew members. He was new, innocent and had a long way to go for getting stronger. Your head was washed by anger and you attempted to rush towards those hooligans like a fucking bull, but Shanks had blocked your path by raising his hand in front of you. Your chest collided with his large arm and he looked at you with a gentle smile and said,

“I got this.”

You saw him deal with those pirates in less than 5 minutes. But seeing your captain in action for the first time had riled you up so badly that you lost it. That same night, you were taking a bath, and the thoughts of your captain were all over your head and you couldn’t help but touch yourself in the bathtub. Your nipples were hard from the cold air you thought that came from the ventilator window, but little did you know you forgot to lock the damn door of the bathroom.

Shanks intended to take a bath too but before he barged into the bathroom he saw steam coming out of the slight opening from the door. His entire crew were either gorging food in the dining hall or they passed out at random places of the ship. Except you, you were missing ever since the ship sailed and left the island. He realized it could only mean that you were inside the bathroom and common sense would make him walk away but… his pervert-self took over his brain and he wanted to get just one look at your naked body.

[larchwood]

Pen Pals

So I was cleaning out my work computer this week (in case I get axed by The big Cheeto and his puppet master), and I found this Ty & Zane drabble I started years ago.

Pen pals

4th grade

“Alright class, get out your paper and pencils. We’ve got a new project to work on today!”

Tyler obediently did as the teacher asked, hoping the new project would be something way cool like drawing dinosaurs. He fidgeted a little while the slower kids in the class took too long to get ready.

“Thank you, class. You all are great at following directions!” Ms. Clancy praised them. Ty nodded his head. Yep, he was good at following directions. His daddy made sure he did. “A good Marine always follows orders!”

“Now, my best friend in college is also a teacher. She went to Texas after college to teach there. And she and I decided to collaborate on an assignment together.” She paused to deal with hands that shot up in the air.

“What does ‘collbrate’ mean, Ms. Clancy?” “Coll-AB-or-ate, Kelly,” she enunciated slowly and clearly. “It means to work together. My friend, Ms. Lassiter, teaches 4th graders too. So we decided that we’d have our two classes be pen pals together for the rest of the school year.”

The next flurry of hands waved in the air.

“Pen pals are friends who write letters to each other,” she plowed on. “You’ll each get paired up with a boy or girl that you’ll send letters and cards to. You can tell them about yourself, and he or she will answer and tell you about themselves. That way, you can learn about them and what it’s like to grow up in Texas, and they’ll learn about you and what it’s like to grow up in West Virginia.”

She passed out names on construction paper. Ty’s eyes widen when he got his pen pal’s name. “Zane Garrett.” He poked his neighbor to get his attention and waved the paper in his face. “Look at my name! It starts with a Z! That’s so cool! I didn’t know there were names that started with the letter Z! What name did you get?”

The boys and girls in the class chattered as they tried to pronounce their pen pals’ names. Ms. Clancy gave them a few minutes to settle down as she wrote some sentences on the chalk board.

“Okay, class. Letters have parts to them – a beginning, a middle and an end. The beginning of the letter is the greeting. So everyone at the top of the page on the left, I want you to write the word “Hello,” followed by a comma.” She waited until everyone had that part down.

“Since this our first letter to our new pen pals, we want to introduce ourselves. This will be our middle section of the letter. I’ve written some sentences on the board that you can use in your letter if you can’t think of any of your own. Everyone needs to write down five sentences in your letter. You can tell them your name, what your favorite color is, what you like to do for fun, what your favorite movie or book is. You can tell them anything you can think of, but you need to write five sentences, okay?” There was some groaning at that. Five sentences was a LOT.

“After you’re done with your sentences, the end part is the farewell. You’ll sign your name at the bottom of the letter, okay? Then I’ll collect them all and mail them all together to Ms. Lassiter. Once she gets them and hands them out, her students will write back to you. Okay? So let’s get started! If you need help spelling a word, just raise your hand quietly and I’ll come give you a hand.”

I can barely remember where this was going to go. I think a few scenes of letters through the years. Then video chats. Finally they end up going to space camp or something together, (that one time at space camp) around the age of 15, get all blushy and giggly and shy for each other. Go to each other's proms, then go to college together, then fade to black?

Maybe one day.....

[emojistory]

all your colors start to burn (prologue)

title: all your colors start to burn (prologue)

pairing: yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja

rating: pg-13ish?

warnings: violence, incomplete, not canon compliant

word count: 930/???

summary:  Yoo Joonghyuk dies again, which is to be expected. He doesn't expect anything about the world where he wakes up: no scenarios, no Star Stream, no apocalypse? Something is definitely very wrong. Infuriatingly, the only clue he has is the person he woke up in the subway carriage with: a man who looks like Kim Dokja, acts like Kim Dokja, but who knows nothing about Yoo Joonghyuk or where he comes from. Just how many people is he going to have to threaten to murder to get answers around here?

note: hello, hi, yes, just wanted to share that I have started working on a fic for a new fandom that i'm obsessed with--and well, yes! we'll see how it goes???? i'm having a lot of fun right now. and currently seeking a beta.

✧・ﾟ:* link to the thing *:・ﾟ✧

[saioumaarchive]

As he kicks open the front door with a dramatic slam and a wide smile on his face, shouting, “Honey, I’m home!” to absolutely no one, Kokichi comes to this realization. And he lets the smile drop into neutral. There’s no show to perform for anyone. He’s truly and utterly alone.

~ hluhs, "Healing is a Made-Up Concept for people that are Decidedly Not Kokichi Oma"

Hluhs is a relatively new talent in the Saiouma AO3 tag, and this fic especially caught our attention. Not only does it tackle the usual postgame themes of trauma and recovery, but it addresses the underappreciated detail that each of the Danganronpa characters was created specifically for the killing game, and many of them cannot thrive in any other setting. There’s also a wonderfully-executed parallel between Kokichi and a stray cat that doesn’t seem to want to leave him alone. Neither of them will survive this harsh world without an ally, but both are too stubborn to accept the help that’s offered to them. This fic has a lot of potential and we can’t wait to see where it goes.

Rated M (Suicidal ideation) 5,552 words, 2/? chapters (incomplete) Updated 12 November 2023

~ Mod Ice

[m00nagedreamin]

New Fic!!! Chapter 1 of 4 :]

🌃Title: the rest

🎵Chapter 1: 2.2k

🌃Trauma healing

🎵Space metaphors (many)

🌃Crimeboys!

🎵Based entirely around an ep

🌃Music as coping

🎵Wilbur isn't the best older brother

[iforimaginary]

I’m not entirely sure how large the market for Jonelias fanfiction is at the moment- however I am working on a few brisk one shots soon to be posted on Ao3. I’m fairly new to Tumblr but I thought I’d post a brief snippet of my work in case it manages to reach a wider audience!!

Extract Title: Bleed Magic

Extract Type: Trailer

Extract Length: 637W

Extract Status: Complete

Extract Warnings: Suggestive Undertones

The shabby door of Jon’s office (if the poorly refurbished remnants of Gertrude’s leftover furniture could even be considered anything remotely adjacent to an ‘office’) opened suddenly.

Suddenly- but not at all harshly… if anything, it was handled with a surprising amount of care compared to what The Archivist was acclimated to. It wasn’t Martin’s joyful barging in with a cup of tea or Tim’s reckless intrusion with misfiled statements. It was novel and for some nameless reason, mildly frightening.

“Elias.” Jon eventually stated after a few painfully awkward moments of silence, with a barely present note of surprise carrying itself weakly through his voice. The acknowledgment could hardly be termed a greeting. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he followed up, sarcasm palatable in his tone. Jon reflexively began scolding himself for his lack of professionalism but as he lowered the recorder placing it on the chipped wooden desk, he realised he couldn’t find it within himself to genuinely care.

The older man leaned against a filing cabinet with a positively filthy smirk as his piercing eyes scanned Jon’s frame. To the untrained observer his expression would perhaps signify civility, charm and refinement but The Archivist knew that look all too well as to be so naive to assume it boded anything other than trouble. It made him feel bare, splayed naked before something he couldn’t even hope to challenge. Returning the favour, he let his own gaze loose, drinking in the portrait before him.

Elias rarely looked anything short of picture perfect.

His cotton shirts were always starched and ironed to the standards of 60s business fashion magazines, his trousers were always sharply creased in parallel by the undoubtedly skilled hands of dry cleaning clerks, his embezzled tie clip never needed any adjusting, his ever-so-slightly heeled Oxfords never needed any polishing and his gracefully greying style never needed re-touching at any point in the day. He looked entirely too expensive to be standing amongst the filth of Jon’s office, he looked entirely too expensive for Jon to be able to afford.

However The Archivist would be lying if he tried to convince himself he didn’t find his superior attractive, if only to a minute degree. He did however dare to advise himself it was simply because extreme care for hygiene and aesthetics quite often equated to physical attraction in most.

“Simply paying visits to my employees.” Elias finally broke the stalling silence, seemingly deciding he was done undressing the exhausted man before him with his eyes, his voice smooth and not too unlike a well made roast drank on a gloomy Sunday morning.

Jon had the curtsy to turn his dingy office chair away from the confines of his desk, now fully facing his tailored employer.

This was redundant.

If there ever was a living manifestation of ‘Time is Money’ that creature would be positioned right before him. Elias Bouchard didn’t stall, he didn’t waste his breath on frilly dialogue decorations, he pounced straight to the point and made his wishes abundantly clear… if he wasn’t out for amusement that would breach far beyond appropriate for a boss and subordinate relationship, that is.

Jon saw straight through his veiled bullshit, of course he did, and he was pretty sure Elias saw through his own bullshit too. The Archivist leaned back and with one swift move got rid of his glasses, placing them gingerly on the desk’s surface, folded.

“Don’t pretend to be coy, it suits you terribly…” he spat.

[loveeari]

When Penelope Parker Stark was 5 years old and she watched all the kids from her kindergarten get picked up, she didn't feel anything. She knew that it was not normal for someone who was hired by her dad to pick her up.

In her short five years of life she knew that her dad Anthony "Tony" Stark was a media sensation. However she also knew what her dad was not to her. An actual dad after all the only times she really saw him when he was drunk or high.

Penelope was considered a child genius at her age, already understanding things much greater than a normal child should. That in introspection should've made someone worried about her but no one ever did. Afterall it was all about Tony Stark. And wasn't that something fun to think about.

"Penny" Her teacher called, "Someone's here to pick you up." She blinked and got up from the seated area and went to the door already knowing the routine.

She got picked up by her Nanny Miss.Julie and then she was driven back to her house and from there she would go to her room. From there she would do her homework or anything she wanted to build or try out while waiting for her dad to get home. That didn't matter too much. She was always ignored or forgotten by Tony, it wasn't anything new to her and wouldn't be for a long time.

(And wasn't that sad)

After getting in the car she watched as the world flew by. In her five year old mind she greatly cared for someone to actually care about her. But, alas she didn't think that was going to happen for a while and just sat there quietly.

Whenever people looked at Penelope Parker Stark they expected something great from her. Afterall she was a stark and considered american royalty but people were often disappointed.

Instead of a loud raucous arrogant child like they expected,  they got a quiet demure blue eyed sullen girl. She never seemed to care about anything and people were mean even when you were a five year old.

The lights were on and Penny looked at the house with a dull interest, it was grandiose and something fit for a stark.

 (penny hated this quiet mausoleum of a house with all her being)

 She walked and saw her dad was plastered on the couch with bottles of alcohol surrounding him. Her nanny tried to push her on with a shocked but not at all surprised expression on her face.

You see she was already used to this

(the best money can buy right)

and Penny quietly walked up the stairs to her room quiet like a ghost. Her nanny had already left seeing that her parental guardian was already here. Penny didn't say anything, she never did when her father was like that or even sober. It was like living with a stranger, and Penny was already used to it.

(Age 7) 

Two years passed by and Penny got smarter and smarter. She was already taking fifth grade courses and was on her way to middle school with how fast she was learning everything. Her father attained a new personal assistant Virginia "Pepper" Potts. Penny didn't say anything at all because why would she, Pepper was just another stranger to her and with the rate her father was getting attached she might actually be a new stepmom.

Penny was still alone and she didn't mind because she preferred to read and get lost in her own wonderland with superheroes and villains. You see Penny always wanted to save people in some kind of way and she didn't care how. When they were asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, Penny stated with all seriousness in her tiny little body, "A superhero" And wasn't that funny, Penny stark wanted to be a superhero while her father was a war mongering whatever.

People thought Penny was joking but she was dead serious.

One day she saw uncle obie walking in all smiles.

(Penny never trusted him)

Obie went on and on to her father about all these weapons and her father just nodded along

(It was pennies birthday that day, but who cares right) 

Penny just sighed and went to her room with a store bought cupcake and a singular candle. She wished for the birthday she saw on tv where the little girl had her parents surrounding her wishing her and being with her.

Instead penny just got a rich absent alcoholic father

(Tony didn't want to be his father) 

look how that turned out

Today her father was supposed to go to Afghanistan for a weapons presentation and he was already late. Penny stood there watching with blank eyes as he flirted with pepper.

"Alright penny now say goodbye to you dad" Pepper stated cheerfully 

Penny slightly inclined her head and walked away annoyed. She didn't even know why she dragged her to say bye to her father. It's not like he ever said bye  whenever he was going anywhere and penny would find out from whatever drunken mishap he did on the news 

(Penny would never say this outloud but she hated her dad for being like this) 

Penny never saw the fallen expression on her dad's face when she walked away. 

------

The news was on and it was talking about the abduction of tony stark. Penny watched on with a numb look on her face and tried to find the sadness that everyone expected her to feel. Instead she felt nothing because why would she? 

It's not like tony stark was anything to her anyway besides her father she was just some stranger she saw get wasted ever since she was born. Penny had more of a connection with "Happy '' Tony's bodyguard/ butler. 

(Wasn't that sad)

Now there was a mess of who was going to take penny. Apparently that was resolved quickly because somehow in tony's will for something ever happened to him she was supposed to go to rhody. 

(That pissed off obadia when he found out he wasn't given guardianship at all)

He can’t control the next stark heir this time

As the three months passed by Penny continued on as usual already used to being ignored. Everyone was shocked to see Penny look the same. She wasn’t crying or even seemed sad that her father was gone, 

(What they didn’t know was that penny did feel sad, she just couldn’t show it) 

Pepper always looked like she was about to burst into tears while Rhodey looked even more exhausted every time he came home finding nothing. It didn’t mean that they weren’t hopeful to find her father.

A dark part of her mind whispered, “Maybe we are better off without him”

Penny just shook the thought away and continued working on the math work that was assigned to her. Her teachers along with Rhodey decided to let her skip school for some reason. 

Penny wasn’t going to complain 

she hated the stares

Penny was at the mansion with everything quiet

Pepper had run off in a rush over something and Penny didn’t bother to question it. It was probably some issue with Stark Industries and something inside her was begging her to turn on the TV.

She did and their was her dad in all his glory bruised up but alive 

(Penny was supposed to feel happy, she felt nothing)

Penny turned the TV off and went to her room and quietly told Jarvis, “lights out protocol” and the lights closed in her room one by one. Penny was not in the mood to deal with this and she just decided to go to sleep. She didn’t want to face the world or anything at all so she sunk into oblivion. 

Hours later Penny woke up feeling bleary and even more exhausted than before. 

“Jarvis?” 

“Yes miss.stark”

“Is my dad home?” 

“Yes mr.stark is home, would you like for me to call him?” 

“no” 

Penny didn’t know what to feel and decided that nothing would be a great idea. She didn’t want to care, just like how Tony never cared for her. 

(Age 10) 

A lot has happened ever since Tony got back from Afghanistan. Penny saw the rise and fall then the rise again of Iron Man. Her dad was an actual superhero and worked along side with earth’s mightiest heroes. 

Penny couldn’t find it in her to care at all since she was busy raising herself and going to school in Midtown Elementary. 

She knew that the elementary was considered a top notch school and could easily get her in midtown middle and midtown high without her even trying. Penny never liked name dropping her dad and she wasn’t very well known in the public. 

People knew that Tony Stark had a kid and that’s about it. 

(the only thing penny thought he did right) 

After moving back to New York after their home in Malibu was destroyed because of Tony leaking their address Penny actually made friends… 

She was friends with Harry Osborne, and Ned Leeds as well as Michelle mj Jones. Penny thought the world of them because they actually listened to her. Penny got used to the absences her father set out because of being Iron Man and she couldn’t find it in her to care even more.

The school day was over and Penny was waiting for it to be over. Today was really boring and dare Penny say it she just really wanted to go home and hide under her covers and do nothing. She was used to walking home because Happy was too busy babysitting her father with made Penny scoff and roll her eyes. 

Her indifference to her father was slowly turning into resentment and thats maybe how Harry and Her got along so well. The mutual hate they both have for there dad’s. 

The wind was blowing softly and it was nearing summer time. Penny spent most of her time out of the tower just wondering wherever. She was stupid rich because of the large allowance her dad gave her and never really cared about what she spent it on. 

Penny snorted derisively, “He has to notice in order to care”

[lgbtlunaverse]

One thing i've run up against when dealing with fandom and characters making less than ideal choices is that people seem to treat a character's decision being sympathetic, the decision being understandable, the decision being reasonable, and it being objectively the best solution for the situation, as synonymous. When those are 4 very different things.

[art-time-for-january]

Drawing things with a mouse is hard, this is way too much effort for a gag post. Why I do this to myself?

[callmeizukunotdeku]

I love the idea of parentified Tim Drake.

Bruce loses Jason and isn't ready for another son. Tim sees this, he acknowledges this, and he's okay with it. He's never really been a son to his own parents so he wouldn't expect the neighbor to start taking care of him.

When Tim's parents come home, they're not mean or anything, they just don't baby him. They treat him as an equal--as someone who knows what he's doing--and that's fine, because he does.

He's been taking care of himself for as long as he could remember, so when people try to treat him like a child, it angers him more than anything. The way that they assume just because he's young he can't take care of himself.

Tim's been to galas before, though. He's talked with Bruce and the man never treated him like he was incompetent. Tim's parents would ask Tim questions about the company so that he could recite them to Bruce. It was a song and dance he was well versed in, but he didn't really mind, not when Bruce looked at him with such a fondness in his eyes, always saying, "That's really interesting. You know a lot about your parents' company. Did it take you a while to memorize it?"

And he'd shake his head and say, "No," because that was the correct response, even if it was wrong.

Even if he had flashcards about Drake industries and kept up to date with perception of the company and the stock value and who the shareholders were and what they wanted and what they were willing to do to get that.

It wasn't one bout of work. It wasn't a single night of studying to make sure he passed the test, but a lifetime memorizing information and then rememorizing it when it changed.

So when Jason died and Bruce started getting bad, Tim knew what to do.

He was used to long term projects where it would be years before he actually got to see any result. He was used to seeing adults as people who he was responsible for, though he had to admit that the responsibility had never been that big before.

When Tim showed up at Bruce's doorstep, he was young, just like both of Bruce's other sons, but his eyes lacked that sort of naïveté and childlike wonder that should have accompanied the baby fat which persisted on his cheeks.

That's what made Alfred pause at the door.

There was a kid. A black haired, blue eyed kid. He was young, like both of Bruce's sons. His lack of naïveté was something he shared with both children, only Dick's had been a fresh sort of loss, one he was still mourning, and Jason's naïveté was something long-forgotten and left to rot. It was a feeling you smelt when you left the windows closed for too long.

Still there, still somewhere, but not quite right and never able to be found, only stumbled upon in rare moments of something that could almost be called joy.

Tim's naïveté is something he left at home. He keeps it on a shelf in his bedroom, something to look at when the going gets rough, but something too fragile to be held.

Maybe that's why Alfred lets him in.

That day, Tim meets Bruce--not Brucie or Batman, just Bruce.

He meets a man who's hair's grown long, but not long enough for it to have been intentional. There's grease in his hair and bags under his eyes and you can tell that he's been biting his nails.

He's clean shaven, because that's what people can see when he wears the cowl.

Tim takes a deep breath before walking into the room.

Bruce doesn't move, but Tim doesn't doubt that the man notices him.

The room smells like alcohol--a smell he recognizes from when his own father is home, though he can't say he's ever remembered it smelling so concentrated.

"Hello," he says, when he's right in front of Bruce, "My name is Tim, and I'm here to help."

Bruce doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to.

Tim talks to him, slowly distracting the man as he brings him to the bathroom, first trying to put a toothbrush in his hand and then, when that doesn't work, brushing the man's teeth himself.

Tim draws a bath for him and grabs him a new pair of clothes, and tells him to take his bath, only leaving the room when Bruce finally stands up and starts undressing.

Tim takes care of the sheets, puts new ones on the bed, and goes to the kitchen, to find Alfred already making food.

The butler asks him if he's staying to eat but Tim just insists that he's not hungry and brings the food up to Bruce.

He knocks on the bathroom door, and when Bruce doesn't respond, he opens it.

Bruce is sitting in the bath, knees to his chest, crying, but not otherwise moving.

So Tim rolls up his sleeves and washes Bruce's hair, then keeps him company as Bruce washes himself.

Bruce finds it easier to get things done when there's someone else in the room--talking to him, giving him something else to think about.

Tim talks as he gets Bruce out of the bath and hand him a towel. He talks as Bruce dries himself off and gets dressed. He talks as Bruce eats the lunch that Alfred made him and he talks until he gets Bruce back to bed.

He leaves, voice hoarse from talking so much after living in an empty home.

He comes back the next day and does it all again.

Alfred doesn't know what he should do. He knows, of course, that Tim is young and shouldn't be taking care of someone at that age.

He also knows that Bruce is in no state to take care of himself and all of Alfred's attempts have been in vain.

Tim's talking was what got Bruce to eat his first actual meal in a week--not just popcorn and protein bars. Tim's presence is what got Bruce to bed.

Tim was what was making things better, so while Alfred knew he should put a stop to it, he couldn't quite make himself do so.

Instead, he started doing little things.

He invited Tim to stay for meals.

Invited Tim to stay the night.

It took a while, but eventually, Tim started living in the manor.

One month, there's only ghosts in the house, the next, three beating hearts.

One month, Bruce can only think of his son, the next, he's calling Tim his dad.

One day, Bruce crosses the line as Batman, and the next day, he has a Robin.

You know how things go from there, some things are lost, others are gained. Some things stay the same, others do nothing but change.

Bruce and Tim get better, but Bruce still thinks of Tim as his dad.

No one really pays it much heed, though. That's just how they are--nothing really to note.

It's Dick, though, who starts noticing something's off, because Tim never sleeps.

When Dick was first adopted, he had nightmares.

He'd remember what it was like to watch someone fall. He did not watch it from the ground, but from the balcony, holding onto a trapeze, moments away from completing his own jump.

It took him months to finally come to Bruce, tell him about his nightmares.

Though he was never told the details, he knew it was the same for Jason. He pushed Bruce away, insisted that he'd be fine on his own, but eventually started letting him in.

He never asked, but assumed it was the same for Tim. When Tim couldn't sleep, when he had nightmares, when he couldn't stand to sleep in an empty bed, he'd go to Bruce like the rest of them did.

It was a reasonable thing to assume, and it was a belief he only questioned when he got up in the middle of the night to get water.

That same night, Bruce had a nightmare. Bruce knocked on Tim's door. Bruce slept in Tim's bed.

Tim ran his hands through Bruce's hair, promising that everything would be okay until Bruce fell asleep.

Now that he knew to look for it, Dick started noticing even more. The way Tim knew Bruce's favorite food and the way Tim took care of the man's company so that Bruce had the freedom to do what he wanted. The way Bruce turned to Tim when he had a problem or wanted to be told he did something well.

It was wrong.

It was wrong and Dick was trapped because he hadn't noticed it earlier. Why didn't he notice it earlier?

Tim came to him first, asked him to become Robin again. Dick knew about Tim from the start. Dick was there for the entirety of his stay as Robin.

He was there.

So why didn't he noticed?

Jason sees him panicking on patrol and Dick just breaks.

He breaks down in his brother's arms--arms he can feel tightening around him as he tells him everything.

They talk about it a lot after that. Jason starts noticing things too.

They bring in Babs and start making a file--compiling evidence because there's always the urge to just ignore it. To acknowledge that Bruce is doing better than ever.

But that requires them to forget about Tim.

To let the boy take care of Bruce and not live his own life.

Because, now that they're looking, they can see how lonely it is.

How he doesn't have any school friends--he had to drop out to take over WE.

How he's grown apart from Young Justice--always leaving when Bruce is in trouble or needs someone to talk to, not able to bear the idea of what Bruce might do if left alone.

Because Tim knows he'll break.

Bruce needs someone to take care of him, and Tim exists to fulfill the needs of others, regardless of how much it takes from him.

So Tim goes and helps his son. He never talks about how tired he is. He has sleeping pills to fix that, and maybe he can't take them because what if Bruce has a nightmare and then he can't wake up Tim--it's unimaginable.

Dick and Jason notice, though, and they try to bring it up with him, but they're not sure how.

Not when Tim's gut reaction is just to start taking care of them, too. Easing their worries, telling them that everything's okay.

They want so bad to insist that it's not okay, that this is going to ruin Tim and he can't spend his whole life like this.

But they want even more to be held. To be granted that unconditional love and care that comes with being Tim's child.

So they try to say something--anything.

But then, Tim smiles. He opens his arms to them and asks about their days.

And they they try to tell him that not everything's okay, but Tim is smiling, and they try, but they can't say a thing.

[aibafiles]

regrettably i am Posting again

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN | "ATE" TRAILER MAKING FILM

[sunshinepixels]

Some shots of Bachelor Hall

Bachelor Hall is a co-ed dormitory for first year students at Sim State University. The dorm stands at three stories tall and houses 22 students. The top two floors consists of 5 shared traditional style dorm rooms and 1 single. Each resident floor has 2 communal bathrooms, a lounge, a laundry room, and a multitude of study rooms. Apply to live in Bachelor Hall today!

[gothra]

I’ll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them “what about violent offenders?” And they said “Well, in a world where prisons have been abolished, we’ll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime won’t be as much of an issue.” And then I was like “okay. But…no. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isn’t just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?” And I don’t think they answered me after that. I’m ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didn’t understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (I’m using that word right don’t correct me I’ll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. It’s like a sleight-of-hand trick. Where’s the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. It’s under this cup. No it isn’t. “There’s theory that can explain this better than I can.” As if most theory isn’t just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. “Read this book.” And the book won’t even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. “Oh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.” Why can’t you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe I’m just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyone’s good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But it’s not like women’s safety is a priority anyway. It’s not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.

[psink]

Whilst overall I prefer the manga to the anime, there's one aspect that I think the anime does better - the very ending.

Compared to the manga's very compactly shown thoughts of the cast, the anime gives each of them a short scene.

But although that change already is great, what matters to me the most, is this added scene of Saiko.

Despite it being so short, it feels so fitting and important to Saiko's character, making its absence in the original seem wrong. (They also added Rifuta, though comparatively, her scene isn't so significant.)