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mecharose · 2 months

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i need to go back to 10th grade and throttle the version of me who came up with nDOT

#is anyone forcing me to write this? no.#but am i doing it anyway? yes.#i never learn #not for 8 years #liv shouts into the void #ndot

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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in which steve is sick, eddie is in love, and floor time is being had

Eddie is in the kitchen when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching him. The smile is on his face before he even turns around to catch a glimpse of Steve, gloriously disheveled from all that sleep he’s been catching up on. He’s wearing one of Eddie’s big, fuzzy sweaters that Steve always hogs when he’s sick — which, thankfully, isn’t all that often —, a thick pair of sweats and mismatched socks.

Sickness is the time to wear mismatched socks without judgment, Edwin Munswin, Steve had huffed the first time Eddie saw him with a runny nose and ridiculous socks that definitely didn’t belong together. It had been the first time he admitted to himself that he was absolutely gone for Steve Runny Nose Harrington.

And so it doesn’t come as a surprise to him that his heart stumbles in his chest and the smile on his lips widens. Steve might hate being sick, but Eddie can’t really help but love him even more when he gets like this. When Steve allows himself to be a little weak and for Eddie to take care of him.

“Hi, sunshine,” Eddie says, turning down the heat on the stove to go over to his Stevie, wrapping his arms around the blanket Steve still has around his shoulders. “Sleep well?”

“Mmh.” It’s nothing more than a raspy grunt, a pathetic little noise as Steve cuddles further into Eddie, seeking out his warmth and comfort so freely that Eddie presses a kiss to his slightly sweaty forehead. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here,” he promises, running a hand up and down Steve’s back. “Just made you tea while the soup is warming up. Because you’re gonna have to eat.”

“Okay,” Steve nods, sounding solemn as he does, and Eddie wants to laugh. Gods, he’s so in love, it’s disgusting. Ridiculous. Absolutely laughable. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” A whisper, another promise, another kiss. He unwinds his arms and looks back at the giant pot of soup he made yesterday. “Do you wanna go back to bed or stay here?”

“Here,” Steve sighs and promptly sinks down the counter until he’s sitting on the floor, looking up at Eddie with those beautiful brown eyes, so big and and full of love that Eddie can’t resist ruffling his hair, which earns him a little giggle from Steve.

Oh, right, he’s had the good stuff prescribed from the doctor. This is going to be fun in a few hours.

“You ridiculous man,” Eddie murmurs, trailing his hand from the crown of Steve’s head down across his cheek all the way to his chin in a gentle caress.

“Go back to your soup, you most ridiculous of men,” Steve says in retaliation, but he reaches for his hand to hold as Eddie returns to the stove.

“Technically it’s your soup.”

“That’s what I said.” Eddie looks down to see the most adorable of frowns on Steve’s head, and his heart explodes a little in his chest.

He snorts and squeezes Steve’s hand. “Sure is, baby.”

“See? I’m smart sometimes.”

“No argument from me there,” Eddie says, and he means it.

A hum comes from Steve and then he leans his head against Eddie’s leg. “You’re so nice to me, Eds. I like that you’re nice to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And then it’s quiet, and the weight of Steve against his leg becomes heavier by the second to the point where Eddie is pretty sure Steve’s fallen asleep again. He doesn’t dare to move, but dear God he wants to laugh, he wants to cry, wants to scream at the world how much he loves this ridiculous, adorable, possibly delirious and high on cold medication man who is wrapped in his blanket on their kitchen floor.

“Stevie,” he whispers at last, the soup hot, the tea just cool enough, and cards his hand through Steve’s hair to wake him. “Sunshine, wake up, I have soup for you.”

“Soup?”

“Soup.”

“But I love soup.”

“Then I have great news for you,” Eddie laughs and tilts Steve’s head up so he’ll meet his eyes. “It’s plenty, it’s warm, and you can have some. It’s right here.”

“You made me soup?”

“Yeah, babe,” Eddie chuckles, his heart tearing itself apart at the way Stevie looks up at him with such wonder and awe and love. “I made you so much soup. All for you.”

Steve nods, thinks for a moment and then looks up at Eddie again. “Can we share?”

“You wanna share your soup with me?” Eddie says, crouching down so he’s on eye level with Steve and can brush a kiss to his forehead again.

Steve nods again and reaches for him, clinging to Eddie’s sweater — well, it’s Steve’s technically. “Wanna share everything with you.“

“Even your blanket?”

Steve smiles and nods again, lifting one arm to invite Eddie in, which earns him a laugh. “Alright, let me just…”

He grabs two bowls of soup, Steve’s large mug of tea, two spoons and two pillows from their chairs so they can eat the soup on the floor without uncomfortable heat in their laps.

Later, when soup is but a distant memory of half an hour ago, Steve lets himself fall to the side and slumps into Eddie, head nestled on his shoulder.

“Sleep time again?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Steve slurs, definitely already on his way to half asleep. “Just. Just love you.”

Eddie hums and leans into Steve in return, warm underneath their blanket, surprisingly comfortable on the floor, backs against the counter. “Just love you, too, sunshine.”

And if Eddie closes his eyes, too, lulled into a sleepy state of comfort and warmth, then that’s just one more thing that happens with a sick Steve around.

In sickness and in health, he thinks with that same smile on his lips.

for @seidenbros, i besmooch your forehead with this 🌷🤍

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #y’all wick MediMait has like 600mg paracetamol and 18% alcohol and idk if y’all ever had it but it can leave you In A State #so here you have some ridiculous delirious ‘high’ steve and an eddie who couldn’t be more in love #i had meant to write more floor time but it felt forced so i left it where it is #dio words #this is my first sickfic ever idk how this works but them being ridiculously sweet is okay right?#my brother used to be ridiculously sweet on me when i was sick. and i on him. idk there’s just love all around when anyone’s sick #idk how else do deal with this??

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robin-with-a-pen · 18 days

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Okay I’m having ideas I need someone to stop me-

Anyways, so we all know that Chilchuck probably doesn’t have the healthiest relationship with food? Right?

I don’t think he has an eating disorder but more so disordered eating- that hellish middle space, right? I mean “maintaining his body weight at an acceptable level” really sticks out to me

So picture this- my man retires, he doesn’t need to control his weight anymore, no worry about setting off or anything, but he realizes that the unhealthy habits he’s developed over he past ten years are harder to break than he thought

#hi I’m your friendly neighborhood ‘writer with mental issues they like to project onto characters’#anyways now I’ve got to ask myself #do I really want my very first contribution to this fandom to be a Chilchuck disordered eating recovery(?) fic #dungeon meshi spoilers #tagging is my least favorite part of every post #but alas I enjoy the dopamine of little notification #this idea obviously isn’t thought through #and j might not end up writing it #but you never know #I might be striking gold #watch this be the fic that gets me out of my slump-#chilchuck #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #just in case #it’s kinda spoilers #but also mostly inconsequential knowledge that most people already know #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi fanfic #chilchuck (dm)#chilchuck tims #chuckleduck gets put in situations #chilfuck and the recovery arc #I’ll probably have his family or friends or smth express concern over him #I can expand on bits and pieces if anyone wants #but I do have ideas #maybe I can force mithrun in there as a ‘we forget to take care of ourselves’ club

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guby1620 · 10 months

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secret date :3 Quick sketch since i just got my laptop back hehe

#toffee svtfoe #moonfee #moon x toffee #moon butterfly #svtfoe #toffee star vs the forces of evil #btw anyone want me to write a fic ?#bc I AM DOING IT Xd

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sysig · 8 months

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Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #DAX #ZEX #Does anyone still use RnR lol #I think I was a little too late for that but in my brief stint on FF.net I did get a couple reviews so *shruggles*#ANYway lol #The topic of VUX poetry came up and it would not leave me alone #But at the same time it is so hard to English-phoneticize VUK ZIX into my preferred poetry method!#So I gave up and went with a playground chant lol #I also wasn't sure which direction it would be read in apart from bottom-up :0 #Japanese is top-down right-to-left so maybe it's inverse?? I don't know!#That's what I went with this time anyhow lol #Also making up rules on the spot lol - ''a'' is always contextually inferred by its surroundings #Have I thought about the implications of inferred subject/singular vs. plural phrasing? No! Give me some time tho ♪#Lol #I have also pretty firmly come to the conclusion that -ing sounds just aren't a thing lol #At least not written and not comfortably spoken #You could force the sound but it's exactly what it says on the tin - forced #So the rhyme-scheme is a bit funny haha - that rhyme doesn't translate at all! But it is still fun to write a little ship-poem hehe #ZEX does not approve but it's not his poem is it! Tentacles to yourself! Don't stick your trunk where it's not wanted!#I do love when DAX is silly and lovestruck haha

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jadesarerocks · 5 months

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What about “When He Sees Me” from Waitress for Zosan. It works for both of their perspectives.

For the beginning of the song where she’s just listing things that could go wrong or that would be bad about her future partner. The saying stuff about the other person to project and get nitpicky fits Zoro and Sanji talking about each other:

Sanji’s—“he’s just a moss head” / “he sleeps and does nothing all day”

and Zoro’s— “oh he’s just a stupid cook” / “all he does is dote on women”

But the real emotions revealed in the song being “what if he just doesn’t like me for me”. Especially paired with their abandonment and self worth issues (all their issues really). And they’re stupidly and clearly in love with each other, but don’t know how to work past their fear of that love.

#but they both are stupidly in love with each other #artists?!?!#I won’t force anyone to do anything don’t listen to me #zosan #one piece #yes i was a theatre kid #I was just reminded of how much I love this song #I had to write this down so don’t mind the lack of eloquence #additional thoughts?#cause that’s all I have right now

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melverie · 7 months

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I took his hair dye away

#he's not amused about this forced hair color change :(#anyway the promised mephisto post will be up in a few hours #it's almost done #after that i'm writing another mega post about solomon because the debate seems to start up again #i honestly don't know why we need to keep bringing that up again all the time if you don't like him you don't & if you do you do #both is okay #but if you're going to argue about it at least use points actually supported by the story #this is the last edit for now btw bc they take up so much time aahhh #unless of course anyone has any suggestions? haha jk #unless 👀#obey me #obey me mephistopheles #obey me edits

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forgottenarthur · 3 months

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50. Writer's preference - "And what if it is not you?"

The barb stung and Arthur turned away as quickly as if she had struck him.

These walks had become something of a tradition between the Prince and former Princess over the rolling weeks. With the out of doors near unpassable, Arthur's mornings had shifted to a shorter indoor practice before dawn, followed by a brief repast and then a stroll through the Orangery with the Lady Aria. Though they still argued as often as they didn't, there was something free and flowing in these conversations -- a strange sense that no subject was off limits...And that every single one was somehow taboo. It was perhaps true that they had each been raised as royalty, but it seemed their worlds could not have been more different.

Today, the subject had fallen to that all-encompassing theme of his life, the most pressing topic in the empire, and the one least likely ever to be openly addressed: Roderick's line of succession. It was an ache in his gut, this, a hill he had run up all his childhood only to find a sheer rockface confronting him. Now, scrambling for footholds in the brutal cliffside, it was a race to the top against those he loved most -- a climb now far too high to risk the drop. It was success or the death of all meaning. But what was he to do? Throw his siblings from the sides? They too held on by meager fingertips and he could not bear to think of them dashed against the teeth of the unforgiving stone so far below.

Arthur's jaw clenched. He kept her pace, but he no longer looked at her as she spoke; heard her only as if from a great distance. What was there to say? Yet, her last words burned, searing like vinegar in his cuts, and he turned sharply towards her, a rush sounding in his head.

"What? You favor someone else?" he demanded, all effort at bluster or calm stripped away. Surprise seemed to register in his face and, pressing his eyes shut, he shook his head, realizing she meant this only as rhetoric and, with a look of defeat, he sighed; shook his head. "How should I know? It would be the end for me."

He didn't look at her, now, gaze straying upwards towards the gently nodding trees, branches heavy and sagging with fruit. He thought of the tart-sweet of them, tawny and opening with a kind of crack. Fibrous chambers of juice attended the tiny seeds at the center and this, then, was life. Even trees limned their children with sweet cushions against the harsh reality of the world around them. When he laughed, it was a bitter sound.

Sighing, Arthur shook his head. "Aria, I--" but he stopped. He'd not said her name so baldly before and he gestured, helpless, voice trapped within his throat.

Her eyes were dark: not mere chocolate, but something else as if the sea had leaked into them and tossed against stormy shores within her mind. Her face was set, but he could not read it. He searched for something written there, something designed for him to read: he wanted it. He knew the message he wished to read. A very simple message. He wanted to read it again and again, see it roiling within the storm of her eyes. But there was nothing. She was no harbor. She was, perhaps, another deathly drop.

Aria lifted her chin. "Go on."

"I don't know what will happen if my father chooses someone else any more than you do. But I do know I will be a threat to whoever is chosen, simply for having been in the running, and..."

And if it were Edmund who were selected, whom Arthur regarded as the most likely alternative, he would not expect to long outlive his father -- or even his father's choice. Enemies of the House of Calainon had a way of disappearing. Arthur was not altogether certain they even lifted a finger: they were witches, after all. Likely, all they needed do was wish for a thing, and their dark magic did the rest. Edmund might not wish him gone, perhaps...but Amira would not hesitate. He could not help but think that would make for a horrible ending, all the demons of hell rising at her command. His would be a silent end, he had no doubt, yet he knew, too, that if it were by Amira's hand, he would die howling.

If Aria had said something else, Arthur had not heard it. At last, she said: "And what if the Emperor doesn't choose? What happens to us all, then?"

Arthur stopped short, and Aria beside him. "Then it'd be war."

He walked out without another word.

#this was really interesting to write -- he's actually much more clear eyed (when forced to confront it) than id thought he'd be honestly #drabble #challenge #aria stafford #edmund varmont #amira varmont #guinevere varmont #ask #honestly still ruminating abt this like...this response really shocked me??????#i kinda thought he'd be like 'guess id turn to duke or knight errant or smth' or just bluster but he was like 'nah im dead by black magic'#me: you ok arthur?????#arthur: obviously not #roderick varmont #arthur's gonna go hit smth really really really hard btw if you're wondering where he's off to #realizing being a knight isn't ~just abt proving himself (tho its v much that too!!!) its also a coping mechanism #and he's lowkey terrified every single day of his life and now im really sad #i honestly didn't think he was so aware of all that laksjdflkjslf #about #also if you're wondering what he was searching for in her face -- he just wanted to see a lil faith in him #that's all he really wants from anyone #and its all he never gets from anyone #if anyone anyone showed a lil faith in him or a lil love for him -- god forbid -- he'd go to the ends of the earth for them purely for that

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queenofbaws · 18 days

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there are already roughly a million posts like this already circulating, but man. just. sometimes you really do have to step away from something you're working on and come back to it later.

creative buds, please. please. no one is worse at taking my advice than i am, believe me, but seriously, if you've been feeling down or frustrated or stumped with something you've been working on lately, take this as your sign to maybe take a little break. a week, a month, whatever. you've been looking at it too long, you've read it too many times, you've erased that same line so many times you've lost count - you need to come back to it with a rested brain and fresh eyes.

however rough it feels to you now, i promise, promise, promise that it'll feel so much better after a little distance. <3

#queenie rambles #writing woes #full disclosure this is 100% about me finally sitting down and forcing myself to reread my own stuff lmfao #there was a lot of Other Stuff happening during the time but the last like. 5-6 chaps of like wringing blood made me SO anxious to post #no matter how many times i edited/reworked them i felt like they were hot fucking garbage #and every time i posted a chapter i was just like. consumed. with anxiety for hours/days after lmfao #now i'm rereading and i'm like aw shit. why was i nervous about this????#anyway. yeah. let your brain rest. sometimes you need that.#and to anyone who's in the middle of the venn diagram of 'tag reader' and 'like wringing blood reader' hey #thanks for never questioning my rampant misuse of commas and italics and the word fuck!!!!! y'all are the real heroes <3 heheh #and as soon as i finish rereading this you guys better strap in because...i have like...two chapters almost ready to go lmfaooo #FULL SPEED AHEAD FUCKERS

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midnightdemonhunter · 9 months

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Whatever lol *fuses your bad kids*

#fantasy high #fabian seacaster #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #riz gukgak #fh #d20 #dimension 20 #midnight draws #fabian aramais seacaster #figeroth faeth #fh fusion au #if anyone's wondering the in universe justification is gorgug laments how much easier it would be if he and his smarter/clever friends coul #combine to solve puzzles/mysteries. and Ayda's like Hm. and invents a fusion spell #would absolutely love to sit down and write that fic lol....brainstorming personalities and dynamics #feel absolutely free to send asks on them it will force me to produce thoughts

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 month

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#ranting in the tags like a big whiny baby #reminder to myself never to cross post a story to tumblr again #getting interaction from only one person on a fic is a big oof (don't get me wrong tho I absolutely eat that interaction up)#and i hate having to tag people to have anyone see it because then I feel like i'm forcing them to read and i dont want to do that either #writing a 70k word fic over the course of 6 months and not having the fandom interact with it at all because its not x reader hurts too #the lack of interaction is a big ouchie to the pride #makes me feel like i'm stuck being a one trick pony with kit if i want anyone to be interested in my stuff #but then i also cant just write smut all day either #writing for my self just isn't all that much fun right now. I love my story but I want others to love it too.#gotta suck it up and keep on keeping on. at least AO3 readers got my back

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alackofghosts · 2 months

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behold! a guy!!!

#orinj...#Ardbert #fanart #speedpaint #i draw sometimes #Final Fantasy XIV #squishing him like a stress ball because augh work anxiety #very nice of my workplace to allow me to relive the uni anxiety of trying to find people for group tasks when i don't talk to anyone #except i have to find ppl to write feedback for me. and also forcing me to write feedback too. i hate writing anything so fucking much

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unreasonablebanshee · 2 months

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Just a random RadioDust prompt I woke up with this morning somehow. It's a rough one. And since it seems to be the thing you have to do in order to talk about RadioDust in a positive light, I will reveal that I am in fact ace myself.

Angel is pregnant. He knows he has to tell Val and he's terrified of what Val is going to do. He'd been given a week off, as per his contract after working three weeks straight, and during that week he'd taken a test because he'd been feeling weird. Even while he was buying the test, even while he was taking the test, he had told himself he was being stupid and there was no way he was actually pregnant. He'd been working for Val for 70 years and he'd managed to avoid pregnancy with meticulous attention to his birth control. When faced with the test telling him that birth control had clearly failed this time, he had nearly had a breakdown. But, he'd made himself pull himself together. Now wasn't the time to panic. He had a week. He had a week to decide what he wanted to do.

For that week he stops drinking and he stops doing drugs, worried about what it might've already done to the baby before he'd even known he was pregnant. Then he worried about what the withdrawals were going to do to the baby. He went to Alastor for help with the withdrawal. He could have gone to Charlie, but she would ask a lot of questions he wasn't ready to answer. He also wasn't ready for a song and dance number about how amazing it was that he was finally actively trying to get his life together and work on redemption in a serious way, which wasn't the case here.

Alastor is curious but doesn't ask a lot of questions, just as Angel was hoping. Sure, he'd asked questions but when it became obvious Angel didn't want to answer them the Radio Demon let him keep his motivations to himself. Angel had asked Alastor to help magically with the withdrawal symptoms as he didn't want to take anything medicinal. This had intrigued the Radio Demon but he had obliged. In reality, Angel just didn't know how to ask for pregnancy-safe withdrawal medicine without revealing his pregnancy. He didn't even know if such a thing existed, anyway. He wanted to preserve the pregnancy, though, until he had decided what he wanted to do.

He went over his options himself. Abortion was the first and probably the most responsible option, he knew. Bringing a baby into the life Angel led was a terrible idea. Abortion was also probably the option Val would prefer. But, after a lot of thinking he decided he wanted to go through with the pregnancy. And he wanted to keep the baby. Hell wasn't really brimming with great adoptive parent options and he would always worry that the baby he gave up was being mistreated. He didn't know what kind of life he could give this baby, but he knew he would love it and he couldn't know that for anyone else.

So. How to get Val to agree to let him keep it? He didn't even know whose baby it was. It might have been Val's, or it might have been any number of people Val had rape him on the daily. But he came up with the idea of telling Val it could be a new kink angle. Lots of people had breeding and pregnancy kinks. If he framed it as being a lucrative business move then Val just might allow him to keep the baby. There was some concern that if it really did turn out to be lucrative Val might get on a pregnancy kink kick and try to keep him having babies for years but he could cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, the immediate issue was *this* pregnancy.

But, Angel's plan doesn't work. Val is furious when he finds out about the pregnancy, he won't even listen to Angel's suggestion of using it as a kink. He orders Angel to get an abortion. For the first time, Angel stands up to Val and says no. He's terrified, but he does it. This only enrages the moth further, though, and he beats Angel to within an inch of his life causing a miscarriage.

Bruised and bleeding from not only various wounds but still bleeding from the miscarriage (a lot; even in his state he's slightly alarmed. Was a miscarriage at this stage supposed to cause so much blood?) and in tears, he makes his way back to the Hotel. But, instead of going to his room he goes to Alastor's radio tower. Unlike everyone else, Angel had always felt safe near the Radio Demon, likely due to his huge (and as far as he could tell, unrequited) crush on the Overlord. But that's all he wanted right now. To feel safe. To have a safe place to break down completely.

And that's exactly what he gets. Alastor is surprised to see him, is more surprised by the state he's in, and is horrified and furious when he finds out why Angel is in this state. But, he also knows that right now Angel doesn't need to deal with his wrath, righteous though it may be, so he focuses on Angel. He's attentive and caring and soft with Angel because that's what the spider needs right now. He uses his magic to check him over and make sure nothing is wrong with him that could be life threatening. He heals him physically and gives him all the safety and security he can offer. He seals the radio tower so that nobody can come in or out without his permission and does not leave the tower for even a moment. He does give Angel space when he needs it, but he also lays with him and holds him when he needs it. He makes sure Angel eats and refuses when the spider asks for drugs or alcohol to numb his emotional pain. But he lets Angel scream and cry and holds him through it all. He lets Angel beat his chest with all four fists even as the third set of arms pulls him close by the fabric of his shirt. He runs his fingers through Angel's hair while the demon sleeps and uses his magic to ensure a dreamless sleep for the spider to avoid nightmares.

And quietly, known only to himself, Alastor begins to plot revenge. A lesson and an example must be set. What the spider goes through on a daily basis is horrific enough, but this...this cannot stand. It will not stand. Alastor will not allow it. Perhaps he doesn't hold Angel Dust's contract, and perhaps he's never spoken to the spider about how he has grown to feel about him, but Angel is and has been for a long time precious to him. And this...this is the absolute last straw.

#RadioDust #intersex Angel Dust #mpreg #pregnant Angel Dust #Val is an abusive asshole #Val forces Angel to miscarry #this is just a prompt so if anyone wants to take it and tweak it and make it their own #please do that #just shoot me a link to the fic when it's posted if you write one

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athousandbyeol · 2 months

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i know. [forcebook fanfic]

kasidet overthinks when he can't feel as much. and it's somewhat crazy that jiratchapong knows just how to find him again.

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wesavegotham · 5 months

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I don't fully understand how he did it, but Williamson made the Batman and Robin book so boring. How do you make a book with BRUCE WAYNE and DAMIAN, two of DC's most dramatic and at times unreasonable characters, boring?

#He says he writes the scripts for Damian's stories fast and yeah #It shows #And now Flatline returns fucking shoot me #She's so annoying and forced #Literally why would in-character Damian care about her I don't get it #And the Shush is the headmaster reveal?#Yeah everyone saw that from a mile away and why the hell would anyone care #There is literally no reason to be interested in her #Hush is already boring as hell there doesn't need to be another version of him called Shush #What is even the purpose of this book I don't think even Williamson knows

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 3 months

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how many times have you watched this scene or are you normal

#my thasmin is like. this little interaction but all the time #obsessed obsessed obsessed with it #the way she falls over the way yaz holds onto her basically the most tightly we like ever see anyone hold onto 13 #the way she wipes the sensation of yazs hands off her afterwards #the way shes so out of her mind #the way it's yaz who gets the worst of it bc shes always closest #shes always closest so she gets the ugliest side of the doctor. for her loyalty she gets this #and 13 Wants to give her so much more and she just...Cant #the way yaz knows this and accepts this #the way she knows everything and 13 knows she knows everything without her ever telling her anything bc #she knows yaz has been here. exactly here. right next to her every time. the closest #how could yaz /not/ know everything #she doesnt need to be told. shes seen everything. she may not know the details she may not know the stories. but she knows #'you dont understand ANYTHING' and she just goes 'alright. it's alright'#how many of these scenes have there been that we havent seen? if you ask me........Many #10 months between revolution and flux where it was just them and the doctor was chasing anything division? yeah Many #they barely touch each other too wheni write them #like they touch each other. duh. but it's like. its so tentative always its so careful and this is soooo physical #it has the same force as 'we were worried about you' but it lasts like. 20 entire seconds #i love when they touch each other like that i love when yaz steps over the boundaries #like when i made her beat up 14. feels good feels organic fhkghjg #or any time shes angrydepressed and she makes a pass at the doctor #its like jsut touch me just touch me just touch me for once #like how much time has she spent alone with 13 with no human around not getting any physical contact whatsoever #anyway

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