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britt-the-bratt · 1 month

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starculler · 3 months

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strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

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Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

#young justice #young justice cartoon #batfam #batman #dick grayson #thoughts and headcanons #the heart wrenching inability to cope with the fact that you've lived a fully realized life #you've loved and lost and loved again in the face of every unending tragedy #until you've forcefully carved out this one little safe haven for yourself #only to be thrust back to the beginning of one of your greatest traumas - esp one you're partly responsible for!#gotta love it #anyway i am and always have been obsessed with dick grayson and no one can stop me #the simulation was fake but some psychic bs means real world elements filtered in #cue several children with weird dream-memories of half-lived experiences and a massive sense of deja-vu #when they wade into the superhero world #all i can picture is the spiderman pointing meme but it's the batkids at dick lol #my favorite idea is that once Dick gets his grubby hands on Jason and Tim it's all over from there #he's pulling late nights and researching and scouring facial recognition databases until he finds his kids #(he blurs the lines a lot when it comes to considering them his siblings vs kids #on the one hand they're not super far apart in age bar Damian #on the other he hasn't been a kid in any meaningful way since he was 14 and he very nearly raised half of them in some way #(plus side to an au is that i can space the ages out more as needed compared to the show haha)#jason and cass are firmly siblings close as they are to his age #steph tim and duke fluctuate depending on how in trouble or injured they are #i will die by dick being damian's dad tho lmao #babs is more platonic life partner than sibling but very firmly family regardless #this is the dick grabs on to any shred of family he can with both hands and drags them in kicking and screaming if he has to au

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duahauuoplanh · 11 months

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Mission: Identify your costar's compliments that have been mixed with fans' submissions on Netflix Compliment Me

#so close friend coded #how yoona was mocking her own compliments #and look how this dude got clowned by yoona haha #I couldn't stop grinning for ten minutes straight #Lee junho #Junho #It’s Junho’s season now #2pm #Yoona #snsd #King the Land #I tried so hard no to ship you two; I really did my best to respect your personal lives; but seriously I swear you're doing it on purpose #I put my heart into every gifset I’ve made #always next to Junho

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meownotgood · 11 months

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I miss him more than anything

#opening aki you will always hold a special place in my heart #I wanna hold him so closely #my baaaby my baaaaabyyy #you're my baby say it to meeeeeeeee #aki come back soon.........#aki <3

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nxttheendxfthestxry · 1 year

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Closed Starter: Unlocked (Keefe/Everyone)

The first sensation he’s fully aware of is cold.

He’s cold.

He’s laying down.

There’s a sharp, medicinal smell in the air. He’s not a fan, at all. But there’s far more immediate scents coming from everywhere. Something smells strongly of garbage.

Beeping sounds.

And then the feelings sort of hit him. Worry, stress, fear. A lot of it. He’s not entirely sure if it’s his.

Keefe shifts, finally opening his eyes... and abruptly closing them from the fluorescent lighting. “Ow.”

Axel jolts to life. “Keefe--”

“Keefe!” Sophie launches up to him, but half trips, half gets pushed aside by Margo.

“Bitchy!!!”

“Right here,” Keefe grunts, holding up one hand to the yelling, his other hand coming up to his head. “I’m right here. No need to yell.”

@storystartsanew

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coffeeshib · 2 years

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okay look

fuck. you have so many achingly beautiful works and convey such a wonderful scope of emotions in your stories.

i am enraptured, constantly, by the way you're able to write the characters. nothing (nobody) feels out of place. in fact, it all feels remarkably *right*.

like so many of your words feel like the pieces of the puzzle falling, ever so gently, into place whether it's an au or a seamless offering of what the show never gave us (but should have).

so, sincerely – thank you for writing the breath back into my lungs when life feels like it is drowning me.

(it's stupid late and this is probably a mess, but i'm trying to be better about expressing my gratitude for those that offer comfort through their art)

AAAAAAAAA wow guys thank!!!!! it’s just a silly little fic about being horny but also handling/caring for one another at their lows but it’s close to my heart so it makes me h*ppy to hear all this

#never thought i'd write a long fic again but here we are already on almost 100k words #heart warm & i'm just really thankful - it's mostly thanks to you guys who encourage & keep me going 😩#also makes me believe more in myself & in my skills to write not just like fluff but also some deeper complicated messy feelings that #a character experiences & being able to get that across to the readers & make them think 'oh i relate/understand why she's feeling that way #& seeing kara for example; who's always at her best (or at least she tries to be cause that's what's expected of her)#& then the rare times she's at her lows #in canon we saw kara going out all her way in many diff fonts to show that she'll always be there for lena even when lena's at her lowest #& i just wanted to write something showing the same done for kara #& trying to do like a 'if you can handle me at my worst i can worship you at my best' thing #@anon who asked about if it's coming to an end; the fic is close to the end yeah there's just a bit more to go!!#also @physical book anon......... Bro (with a lot of feeling)#anyway thank you guys again so much i'm busting a massive heart nut!!!!!!#hope you're all having a lovely day #asks

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thegayneurodivergentagenda · 1 year

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ceasefire (by Only The Poets) × Bad Buddy The Series

Here they roll in like a storm on the waves

Shots fired and nobody's safe

We're in trouble

No, no, no, not yet

Gripping the seams but the dreams slip away

On-board by them warm in their graves under rubble

Baby, we can't win this war, no

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You had a vision of life in your mind

But this is a mess and the words never rhymed like a poem

No, no, no, not yet

You're taking the questions and toeing the line

Are you coming or going, you're wasting your time

You should love it

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Maybe we won't win this war

But from here

until the door

ceasefire

I call a ceasefire

My love, your long day is over now,

over now

You've been that lost voice in the choir too long,

I call a ceasefire

Ceasefire

this is for @honeysachet and them only.

ceasefire (by Only The Poets) × Bad Buddy The Series

BadBuddy× my Playlist 4/n

#patpran×my playlist #i cried again #the softer smaller ceasefire at the end because pat is like I'm calling ceasefire to the fight you're having with *yourself* too #OTP are so good????#louis tomlinson must be thanked for this #he must be thanked for a lot of things #i love pran and pat so much #pat will fight for pran but never against #pat “you always fight next to me” ep11 jindapat #but for you #i would risk it all #GUYS THIS IS JUST EPISODE 11 CENTRIC TO HIT CLOSE TO HOME BUT THE SONG FITS THEIR ENTIRE POST EP 12 RELATIONSHIP SO WELL #my heart hurts so bad #my daily contribution to the patpran angst agenda #write the angst you wish to see in the world #crying asf #bad buddy #pat x pran #pat napat jindapat #patpran #pran parakul #if we cry they cry but we are us and them is also us #angst #PAT POV BECAUSE HE WILL BE STRONG FOR PRAN #based heavily on a rant of bbts rewatch by the loml honeysachet

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mrcspectr · 2 years

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so i've been Thinking Deeply about a trope that i realised i Really Enjoy for jake and yelled at @iscarusholmes about it. and knowing that you're a jake lockley enjoyer, i gotta share it with you so here goes.

i really really enjoy just. strangers showing jake genuine kindness and compassion. the idea of jake just being seen when he needs help. somehow strangers just notice when he needs help, and they provide it. and i enjoy the thought of this so much because jake's probably closed himself off from kindness because of his past and his trauma. so obviously i gotta *dumps Kindness and Compassion onto him like it's an ice bucket challenge*.

at first it's hard him to recognise or accept the genuine kindness of strangers. but then it happens again and again and again, and he's not worthy of it. he shouldn't have it. this sort of thing—kindness—it's for softer people. for better people than him, like steven and marc. so he flinches and shies away from it.

over time, as it happens more, he gets mad. he gets so, incredibly angry because where was this kindness when he was a child? where was it when he truly needed it? when he was at his most vulnerable and begging for anyone to help? so sometimes, he snaps when he's offered help. snarls like a wounded dog used too dealing with the whip. bites the hands that help him.

but slowly, slowly, he adjusts to it. slowly, he yields to it. and it's still uncomfortable——he still feels raw and exposed and uneasy when someone shows him genuine compassion. but it's okay because he's learning to accept it. not entirely with grace but he tries, he really does. because more than anything, he's experiencing the one thing that really matters to him: people see him——just him, and not an extension of steven or marc or a fly on the wall. he's not stuck in the shadows anymore.

he's just jake, and people see him.

The best part of this whole idea is, I don't think he would ever outright ask for help, but it's different than how it happens with Marc. Marc desperately wants to ask for it, and he feels the question on the tip of his tongue all the time, but he just can't say it out loud. He feels like he can't, like he doesn't have the right. Even in front of the Ennead, he had to find himself at his lowest point to even form the words, in a fit of pure desperation. With Jake, I think it's more.. he doesn't think to ask. Like it isn't even a possibility in his mind because he's been doing it alone for so long, it feels like the only option available.

So it would make it all the more genuine that people offer it up to him so easily. Being seen, even to strangers, without having to try. Actually, despite the dedicated attempts at the opposite, to stay hidden, stay a mystery. When people start to willingly provide for him, whether that be through words or actions, he wouldn't quite be sure what to do with it. Afterwards, it would weigh heavy on his mind, even when he's not the one fronting anymore. It's unfamiliar to him, and confusing, and being confused means he doesn't have all the information, which is the whole point of him, if he actually tried to put a name to his purpose.

And it makes him angry because these are the things he thinks Marc and Steven should be getting. He'd almost give up the body right then and there, to whichever one of them decides to take it first, because this isn't for him. This was never supposed to be the way that it was. And maybe it's around the time of the Shiva, when all their lives start bleeding together anyway, and he thinks maybe he really is going insane, maybe what he's seeing and hearing are memories from a different life, a better one. The one held between two men that still don't know him.

I make the tough choices, I carry the calloused hands. I'm the blood on the pavement as this body walks away again, unscathed, the ghost passing through. No one here is supposed to see me, to know me, so why is it that I'm the one you're offering this to? He would regress, as Marc often does, but instead into that angry, tired boy, snapping at strangers, glaring at kindness like it's poison he wouldn't dare touch. A wounded animal. Jake wouldn't let himself feel the warmth of it.

Eventually, I hope, it would feel like a healing wound, first exposed to fresh air. It would be sensitive at first, touch and go the more he let himself wallow in it. I think he wouldn't really even consider it until after Marc and Steven meet him. Steven in particular would question why he gets a bit weird about people being nice to him, because being noticed in that way is something he's always wanted. I bet he'd have to convince him, this is all you mate, these people don't know Marc and me. All they know is Jake Lockley. And this is for you.

And just like that, Jake learns to hold out his hands when people offer to take them.

#maybe someday i'll stop being like this #but it won't be today #love that you started this out with #knowing that you're a jake lockley enjoyer #you get me bestie you get my vision thank you #also uh this was #really special to me #really close to my heart actually #if you ever wanna just #slide these under my door any other time #you're always welcome to y'know #slkdgjlsjgs ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE THO WOULD YOU JUST-#khonshoe #asks #mk meta

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nejibaby · 1 year

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now all i can think about is how sappy rindou gets when the clock strikes midnight

#like early on when you've just moved in with him he establishes this nightly routine #where he proclaims his love for you when he thinks you're asleep #and it's been going on for quite sometime now but you've first heard it when he accidentally woke you up from all his shuffling #and he knows it's well past your bedtime and so he doesn't even bother to check if you're still asleep or not #and then he says 'no grave can hold my body down. i'll always crawl home to you.'#but sometimes it isn't so deep. sometimes when he's in a good mood he'd actually say absurd things #like 'i'd still love you if you were a worm. i'd even make sure to bring you a creature you can parasitize'#or like 'i'd keep you in a locket close to my heart if you were as tiny as an ant'#and he saves the particularly sappy confessions when he's having a bad day #like 'i'd carry the weight of the world for you'#or 'every breath that i take is for you'#tokyo revengers #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #tokrev #rindou

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solomonssock · 1 year

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Made my mc and I as sheep!! Ty @gracedcoup for this awesome picrew. If you want to make one, you can here!!