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cant believe i havent seen any posts about this so i guess ill have to do this myself. why is no one talking about the fact that according to my good friend johnny harker, vampires have hair on the palms of their hands
#or maybe its not all vampires maybe dracula is just a freak like that#where did that bit of lore even come from. what would even be the purpose of Having Hair On Your Hands#dracula daily#robin shh
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damian, covered in dirt digging a ditch: have you ever buried a body?
tim holding a corpse: maybe, i don't actually remember what we did with santa's body
damian: santa? like the myth?
tim: oh yeah, i watched santa die, with young justice - didn't i mention it?
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"Captain."
The quill scratches roughly along the page, too aggressive for the paper softened and hardened over time by wear and tear and seawater air. Ink spills, making a mess of the log's entry, splotching over fingers and staining them almost black in the cabin's dim light, a flame flickering in its hold to the right, unaware of the tension in the air. Unaware of the captain's rapidly beating heart and his hands clenching around the quill until he fears it might break.
Although the fear he feels is not on behalf of the quill in his hand.
"Captain."
His first mate is insistent on gaining his attention, but he refuses to acknowledge that she already has it. He knows it can only mean one thing if she comes to him at this hour, if she seeks him out despite clear orders – or, rather, because of them.
"Steve."
He looks up, his jaw clenched, and the quill breaks, spilling ink all over his palm where the sharp tip is cutting into his skin with a spark of pain that pales in comparison to what he can find in her features.
Robin nods, imperceptible to every other soul in this universe. Every soul that is not him, attuned to her every move, every twitch of a brow, every hint of a frown, and every gesture that she dares him to overlook if only to have an excuse later on.
But she nods. And Steve swallows.
"It's him. He's back."
It's the captain who nods now, incapable of doing anything else, and feeling as his sanity slips away from him, through the cracks in the floorboards and sinking down to the bottom of the ocean to join his heart and his conscience. All have long been lost at the cause of one man.
"Thank you," he says, though his voice does not feel like his own, and the candle beside him flickers once more as if to signal that, really, he shouldn't be sounding like that. He blinks, deliberately, because he has been staring for too long and she doesn't need to know that he has been losing himself since the second she appeared at the door.
"Steve–"
"That's Captain to you."
She swallows, defiant, but choosing her battles wisely. He is grateful, for he hasn't the strength to argue any more than he has the strength to stand upright in this moment.
"Captain," she says, deliberate but gentle, because she knows and she forgives. "Are you alright?"
"No," Steve says, and his voice remains remarkably steady in this confession. "I'll be out in a second. Make sure they do not to say a word to him. Shoot everyone who does, or throw them overboard. Nobody talks to The– to Munson but me. Understood?"
"Understood," she says, straightening her posture, though her eyes remain worried and wary. There is more she wants to say, but Steve dismisses her before leaning his fists on the table and breathing deeply. The tip of the quill buries deeper into his palm and he closes his fingers around it, hard, to keep himself anchored and distract from one pain with another.
Theo is back. Theodore Munson. Though he will have a new name, Steve knows. But those eyes... Those eyes never changed, not once in all this time, and Steve fears that he will break apart if he has to look at them again and find no ounce of recognition. No memory of words whispered in the dark, of gentle touches to roughest scars, of time spent together in different lifetimes.
Steve plucks the tip soiled in ink and blood from his palm and reaches for a book hidden underneath a false bottom in the first drawer of the desk. A book with the initials T M pressed into fine, deep red leather.
He writes, with blood and ink in unsteady hold,
27th March
He came is back. I wish he weren't.
@vampeddie remember me talking about this before i disappeared? remember how you went insane? remember that you like me?
#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#steve x eddie#stranger things fic#theodore munson superiority#captain steve harrington#time travelling eddie munson#i don't know what this is (yes i do shh) but it has some of my old groove (words) so i am indulging in this okay#i am not quite back maybe but anyway have a thing. a taste if you will. i am hoping to write more bc it will be unhinged#i'm not saying pirate au meets time travel au but i am only not saying it to not raise expectations#but also i've been gone for two months and tumblr is likely to hide it anyway soo :D still i'm vibrating with anxiety#captain steve au
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Ok, based on this post about a bunch of college dudes putting up a craigslist ad for a "BBQ Dad" to attend their backyard barbecue:
A No-Upside-Down AU where the Party is in college, freshly of legal drinking age, and they decide to throw an end-end-of-year backyard barbecue bash. However, as a group composed primarily of hardcore nerds (many of them lacking in paternal figures), they're not exactly the most qualified when it comes to top-tier grilling. More than that, they need someone who can bring the 'it-factor,' someone who can work a crowd and really get the party going. So naturally, Dustin claims, the logical move is to put an ad out in the paper.
Robin is the one who finds it — she buys a paper every day, reads Nancy's articles, then skips to the funnies and the advice column and finally the classifieds. Obviously she has to show Steve — c'mon, he'd be perfect! Steve can work a mean grill, he listens to dad music, he yells at sports on TV and wears khakis... He may only be pushing 30, but Steve has the energy of a middle-aged father-of-three.
Steve is embarrassed, but he's never one to turn down one of Robin's dares, so he writes a reply. It's not like those kids are actually going to respond to him anyway, they're probably looking for someone older, a real dad. Right?
The Party proves him wrong (for the first time but not the last) — they call him almost immediately and officially invite him to the barbecue. And Steve is a sucker who can't turn down such a nice group of kids, so the next thing he knows, he and Robin are loading his grill into the back of Eddie's van and headed across town to the shabby little house shared by Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max.
(Eddie, by the way, is a grad student and friend of the Party's. He may be a 'real adult,' but he has no BBQ Dad vibes whatsoever and he downright refuses to be caught dead manning a grill.)
As far as the Party is concerned, Steve is the 'prophesied-hero' of paternal figures. He's the stuff of legends, the kind of father (in spirit) that all dads aspire to be. He shows up wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He brings not only his own grill and grilling tools, but also a sun-powered radio already tuned to the local baseball broadcast. He calls the Party members 'kiddo' without a hint of irony on his face, and has the lamest but most contagious sense of humor they've ever heard. Just standing next to Steve (and what name is more dad-like than 'Steve'?) feels like shooting hoops on your driveway until the sun goes down, or washing the car as an excuse to hose off on a 90-degree day, or getting picked up after soccer practice, dirt-stained and weary, but happy down to the bone. And yes, his burgers and brats really are that good.
Naturally, Dustin immediately takes credit for finding him and doesn't hesitate to crow about it.
By the end of the evening, they've already made plans to throw another barbecue in a few weeks. Steve quickly becomes the official Party Dad, an inseparable member of the group. He doesn't just do barbecues either — whether they need a reliable ride, some sage advice, or a necktie tied, Steve is there for his kids.
#this got sappy oops but i'm a sucker for that shit#steve harrington#stranger things#dustin henderson#robin buckley#eddie munson#steddie#ronance#yes it's only lightly implied shh i know i'm sorry#dad steve harrington#shsm writes
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Au where Tim actually succeeds in making a clone but instead he combined both Bart’s and kon’s and Cassie just accepts that she’s now a co-parent.
Tim: so uhhh i have a baby
Cassie: who’s the mother?
Tim: … okay so don’t be mad *goes on rant of what happened*
Cassie: okay so what the fu-
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Tim: listen I know I made a mistake but I can’t just leave the baby there
Cassie: *already search for houses and shopping for baby clothing* uhuh yea your mistakes are my mistakes so there for this is OUR mistake. Get used to it.
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Cassie: hey do you think we should live some where away from people?
Tim: why???
Cassie: cuz you know, half kryptonian half speedster?
Tim: *realising the child will be one hell of a child to raise* away from everyone. Very very very far.
#tim drake#cassie sandsmark#they are co-parenting#this is not a ship btw#they are besties and accept that one’s problem is the also their problem.#Cassie: ahh shit I’m a mother now#Tim: I just cloned our dead best friend I’m horrible#cassie: shh Tim no self hate infront of the baby#young justice#dc comics#young justice comics#kon el kent#bart allen#superboy#dc impulse#impulse#wonder girl#red robin#robin
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thinking about robin with a baker!gf . . . robin definitely has a sweet tooth, and she loves hanging around the bakery whilst you work, nibbling at a cupcake as an excuse to be there for so long (not that she ever needs a reason). she’s more than happy to taste test any and all of your creations - her only fee is being allowed to lick the spoon when you’re done. she also loves giving you cheesy baking themed pet names (she’s only half kidding) and the party constantly roll their eyes as she calls you cupcake, honeybun, sugar, and - when she was feeling particularly dramatic one winter - her cinnamon roll. robin just loves her baker!gf so much :(
#this is so self indulgent but shh!#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles#robin buckley hc#robin buckley blurb#robin buckley x reader
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I feel like Nancy would adore the strawberry dress (and suit it really well). Robin of course has to match her.
#the strawberry dress still has me in a chokehold#the FRUITY four if you get me#shh they're on a date#ronance#stranger things#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#original art#fanart#stranger things fanart#ronance supremacy#ronance fanart#ronance art#the fruity four#the strawberry dress#my skribbled skrunks
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you know what i didn't do yesterday? post any wip for wip wednesday
instead it is thursday so have a teaser:
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Asshole
There's a Lantern in your houseboat
I'm actually sorry about that one
Tim
Why
Why is there a Lantern on my boat
My boat in the marina???? Where I'm taking MY CIVILIAN BOYFRIEND after our date???
Which is RIGHT NOW???
There is, in fact, a Lantern passed out on Tim's shitty couch.
"Tim, babe, darling, why is there a Lantern on your couch? Which one is it, you think?" Bernard asks. He snoops over Tim's shoulder.
Tim knows exactly which Lantern it is. Kyle's mask is distinctive.
"Which sibling of mine do you think will help me hide a body if I commit fratricide, Dick or Damian?" Tim says instead.
"I'm pretty sure Dick will look at you all sad and Damian will just argue with you."
"Nevermind, I'll ask Barbara."
#myde writes#timbern#tim drake#bernard dowd#jason todd#kyle rayner#jason is 'asshole' in tim's phone#this also skips like a ton of texting dialogue but be shh about it#dc#red robin#red hood#green lantern
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🌙hideous thing snippet: chpt. 7
Sorry for the lack of (shareable) writing lately. Here's a silly lil big bang snippet to make up for it!
Steve and Robin walked together, communicating with expressions and gestures and half-formed sentences that everyone else had learned to ignore. He teased her about how she started rambling at Chrissy, and she shot back by pointing out how he red he got around Eddie.
They kept going, getting to the point of starting to shove each other around–the urge to playfight always got worse with the full moon–until the last people either of them really wanted to talk to caught up with them. Chrissy and Eddie fell in step, both of them looking nervous. Steve gave Robin one last push when she blushed and smiled goofily at the other woman.
“You two really have ants in your pants tonight, huh?” Eddie said.
Steve couldn’t help the tiny flare of hope in his chest. “Yeah, makes us kinda itchy.”
“You might wanna get that checked out, Stevie. Could be fleas.” The slight teasing smile Eddie wore just fed the flame.
“Hey, I’m well groomed, I can’t have fleas,” Steve scoffed, privately delighted when Eddie’s grin grew wider.
“That’s not really how fleas work.”
Chrissy giggled while Steve shot Robin a glare, and she just held her hands up as if to ask what else he expected her to do.
Eddie gasped loudly then, and said, “What if they’re were-fleas?”
While the others ahead of them all kept talking, completely ignorant, the bubble that surrounded Steve, Robin, Chrissy, and Eddie filled with silence. Steve mouthed “were-fleas” with baffled despair. Robin narrowed her eyes like she wanted to study Eddie under a microscope. Chrissy simply sighed.
“How would that even work?” Robin asked, but Chrissy cut Eddie’s impending explanation off with a stern, tired hand in front of his grinning face.
“Don’t get him started. Seriously. He’ll go on forever,” she said, and Steve nodded knowingly. He’d blundered into Eddie’s bizarre, not at all hilarious or charming, rants one too many times now. “And I still have to talk to you, Steve.”
#am i stressed that i haven't finished it yet? no. not at all. what are you talking about. it's fine. shh.#hideous thing sbb#steddie#buckingham#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#stranger things#snippet#sav scrawls stuff#not tagging anyone bc i feel like i'm Annoying and therefore i physically cannot
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Batfic - "Picking Up Pieces" (Whumptober Day 8)
Rating: Teen and Up
Category: Gen
Characters/Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, other Batfam mentioned
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reverse Robins, Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Hospitals, Cuddling & Snuggling
Words: 4,036
Summary:
“Bruce!” Steph called as she approached, weaving between people. His head snapped towards her, and the stark relief in his expression almost stopped her in her tracks. That was just...wrong. Bruce wasn’t supposed to be relieved to see her. He was supposed to be annoyed or resignedly amused, not looking at her like a life raft in the ocean.
Midnight visits to the ER as a civilian were not exactly what Stephanie Brown thought she was signing up for when she joined the Bat team, but that doesn't mean she's not going to be the best backup she can be.
Whumptober No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”
((Ages: Steph - 18, Dick - 9))
Hospitals in Gotham were always a bit of a mess, but add in a weekend evening and an attack of the “costumed bullshit” variety and it became an absolute nightmare. Steph would honestly rather be out in her own costume helping with clean up, but Bruce needed backup here before he went full Batman in the middle of the ER, and Steph was the best option.
That didn’t mean it was fun walking into the kicked ant hill that was Gotham General’s emergency room. She shifted the duffle bag slung over her shoulder to try and keep it close and out of the way as she wove through the packed waiting room trying to spot Bruce. The ambulance would have beaten both of them, but Tim’s projected ETA for them had been similar. Steph spun in a full circle, gaze skipping past shocked and bloodied patients waiting to be seen and extremely harried people in scrubs moving around at something just shy of a run without spotting any familiar faces.
Crap. If he had beaten her and was already back in the hospital proper that was going to be a whole headache, and with Tim busy coordinating clean-up she didn’t really have a good way to find out.
She was just debating if she could successfully persuade one of the staff to actually tell her (if she could even catch someone who wasn’t doing something much more important) when the door opened loudly behind her and she spun to see Bruce all but storming into the waiting room.
He looked, frankly, like shit. Not that Steph blamed him. The lead she had been running down had turned out to be a dead end, so she hadn’t actually seen how bad things were, but she’d threatened to superglue all of Tim’s computer ports shut if he muted her comms and cut her out of the loop so she had heard everything from when Damian and Cass had found the boys onward, and just from that…
Well, there was a reason she’d been willing to leave the clean up to everyone else and haul ass down to the hospital.
“Bruce!” she called as she approached, weaving between people. His head snapped towards her, and the stark relief in his expression almost stopped her in her tracks. That was just...wrong. Bruce wasn’t supposed to be relieved to see her. He was supposed to be annoyed or resignedly amused, not looking at her like a life raft in the ocean.
“Stephanie-” he started, but she cut him off.
“Duke is with Damian and Cass is helping Tim, I’m here for backup and I’ll handle updates so don’t worry about that part,” she rattled off quickly. Bruce looked a little stunned, but nodded. “Where-”
“Mr. Wayne?” someone interrupted, polite but extremely urgent. One of the hospital staff.
“Yes,” Bruce said sharply, attention snapping to her. “My son-”
“Jason has already been admitted and the doctors would like to speak with you as soon as possible,” she said in the same carefully balanced tone, gesturing Bruce forward. Steph swallowed hard and consciously regulated her breathing. Being at the front of the line for the ER was never good. As close as she was standing, Steph could hear the way Bruce’s breath hitched a little as he went even more tense than he already had been, hands clenching into fists at his side.
“What about Dick?” Steph prompted since Bruce was clearly distracted trying to control himself. (And wasn’t that a hell of a thing. Batman was distracted. It definitely did not help with the world-shattering feeling of things, but Steph was here to be backup, so she needed to stay calm and stay focused for him.)
(Cont. on AO3)
#whumptober2023#no. 8#overcrowded er#Batfam#fic#blood#hospitals#(liberties taken with hospital logistics shh just go with it)#ceph writes things#reverse robins#steph to the rescue#steph: bet you appreciate me now you don't you#(every one of these i write gets longer and longer lol whoops)#stephanie brown#dick grayson#bruce wayne
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t-minus 20 minutes. it's here. this is your one and only warning. block #eurovision if you dont want your dash to be flooded with incomprehensible liveblogs and posts that are nothing but country names in all caps
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And there was only one bed?😳
#<-is ignoring what actually happened shh#what if they cuddled hmm? under the purple depression blanket#robin dont look#enstars
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: BBC Ghosts, Ghosts (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Robin (Ghosts), Mary (Ghosts), The Captain (Ghosts), Lady Fanny Button, Thomas Thorne, Julian Fawcett, Kitty (Ghosts), Pat (Ghosts), The Plague Victims
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Isolation, Loneliness, A brief history of Britain, Look I like history, Canonical Character Death, Blood, Romance, Grief/Mourning, Infant Death, Robin-centric (Ghosts TV 2019)
Summary:
In the space between his death and the arrival of others like him, there is a painfully long time to for him to just sit and watch, tied to the land he once knew.
#this is actually an older fic of mine#but i'm going through a ghosts phase and revisited this#and made a few corrections lol#so this isn't entirely accurate now#but shh#let me shamelessly promote my own fic#bbc ghosts#robin#my writing#written in stone
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You already knew I had to draw my favourite boys for pride month
Happy pride to all my fellow fruits, y’all are awesome and loved ^-^
#John secretly loves his small boyfriend#but shh don’t tell anybody#these are just my headcannons!! if you think differently that’s chill#i love these two an ungodly amount it’s not even funny at this point#Robin Hood#sir hiss#prince john#fenris art#pride month
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i'm sorry nancy wheeler stans but i just Cannot get on board with her character especially not in this new season... she just reminds me of every girl who was ever mean to me at school lmao
#she was so nasty to robin who was just trying to be friendly!#i know they end up friends or w/e but it just left such a bad taste in my mouth#be shh now#stranger things
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happy belated birthday or smthn banjo man
#sammy lawrence#batim#stinky pica man#was on a mild batim kick a few weeks ago but shh#robin does a thing
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