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naffeclipse · 11 months

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I’m literally shaking after reading chapter 18, I’m not kidding! All of it shook me to the core!

I have the most intense shivers and goosebumps rn I swear!!

Get ready for more of me reacting to some of my most favorite bits from the fic~ (there are WAY more, but this would be way too long and messy if I included all of them :'p)

“The detector was right all along; there is a cryptid right on top of me.”

Moon stares at you before your words bounce back and set your face on fire.

“I mean, here!” you start, scrambling, “close in proximity—”

Oh Y/N, I love your slipups almost as much as the boys do X3

“Oh,” you breathe. “It’s not loaded.”

A beat passes in the quiet cricket song of the night.

“We know.” He doesn’t sound as mischievous as before.

It would seem you’re not the only one who’s still a bit jumpy.

They’re both so jumpy oh nooooo!!!! Sweeties!!!! :’0

The LORE!!! I still don’t know what the name Paahlott might mean, but gosh I looooove the concept of her! It’s so cool how OLD all the demons are! *Looking back at my "cave art" piece and getting a strong urge to make more stuff like it*

You know how badly I wanna draw the demon glamrocks don’t you X3 (just gotta get the time!!!)

“Can I see you?” you ask carefully. The humming against your spine stops. “I want to get an accurate depiction of you, if that’s okay?”

I LOVE how Y/N asks this, hesitating at first, but so polite and carefully!! AND THEY WANT TO DRAW THEM MORE ACCURATELY!!! SAME Y/N, SAME! XD

"Light,” they grumble.

“You’re being so freaky,” you accuse but lower the flashlight.

“Can’t help it.”

They’re so silly I love them! I’m so normal about the fact that they’re so mysterious, animal and freaky while in their true form but also in general after the reveal! Even knowing that Y/N likes it when they use their demonic powers! X3

They’re so cute omg! The way they sit in the corner, I can so easily visualize them sitting there in the low light. and how they turn away, scared, concerned and so deflated after the denied kiss!

OH MY GOD THE DENIED KISS!!!! NAFF ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! I LOVED THAT SCENE SOOOOO MUCH, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!!!!! THEY WERE SO EAGER FOR THAT KISS!!!! THE HUNGER IN THEIR FACE?!?! HELLOOOOO!!!!!!

Oh lord poor Y/N having to explain themselves with that deep blush on their face hvbasdhvsc

"Oh.” They pull back. Your hand falls through the empty space. The towering, imposing presence of their being turns icy cold. “We shouldn’t have—that wasn’t—we’re sorry.”

Meep live reaction: *Screaming into a pillow*

There it is! They’re afraid that Y/N is scared of them when they’re actually more nervous and excited than scared! It’s starting!!!

YEEEEES GRAB THEM BY THE HORNS!!! >:D

And the chest nuzzles to reassure them oh my lord!!!

“We were a bit quick, hm?” OH YES YOU WERE JKFGHADFJKGAHDFKJ

And then the little tongue flick! WILL YOU PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELVES FOR ONE SECOND BOYS XD

“Did you just lick me?”

“We enjoy how you taste.”

BOYS!!!! Gosh I love em sdjgabfd

Ok ok, calming down from that. Man I loved that!

I love the description of Monty! HE EATS JUST BONES?!? WHAT A BADASS!!!!! Crunch crunch~

“And he has impressive claws,” you note, musing.

Moon makes a low sound, almost a scoff.

“He’ll show you those. You never have to ask.” Moon lifts a hand, shadowed by a phantom limb, and the fingers wave and clench in exaggerated flair and spookiness. In a quiet but faux-bellowing voice, Moon growls, “Look at my claws, ohhh.”

JSHAKDLFGLDFHJGDFJH I COULD VISUALIZE AND HEAR THIS SO EASILY!!

"We were too hasty.”

“We were eager but they asked for time. We can give it.”

The vivid vision of your shocked expression and hand covering their teeth plays through them. Another twitch and cringe plague their vessel.

Aaaaw boys,, please don’t worry about it too much :’) *pats them on the back*

The red sand from the desert really doesn’t wanna leave Y/N alone huh… keeps sticking to everything...

Sun pulls the curtains open with a gentle whoosh. Amber beams shoot into the room, filling it with a squint-worthy brightness. You look up to Sun as he turns back, silhouetted in the window. Before you can comment on how nice he looks, the T.V. abruptly blares out.

I’M SO MAD Y/N NEVER GOT TO TELL HIM HOW NICE HE LOOKED!!!! D’:

There’s the picture! It has come back to haunt us! Oh they knew for a long time about our little demon friend,,

Halfway through the fight with the hunters I’m crying with my face in my hands! I know they’ll be fine! But I’m soooo scared for them! Having any of them get hurt makes my soul weep and ache! Moon! his face!!! NOOOO!!! The goo dripping like blood aaaAAAA!!!

I LOVE how Moon reacted to the exorcism and how quickly it affected him, immediately turning him into a writhing feral beast. And then how quickly Y/N comes to protect him aaaaAA MY HEART!!

“Naughty,” Moon growls so harshly, you and Rowe flinch in unison.

There he is!! >:D

You cry out a warning as a silver bolt flies for Moon’s faceplate. He falls back with a mighty tear of the fabric. You stare in shock, heart in your throat, to find the bolt pinning his beloved hat to the wall of the motel.

NOOOO NOT HIS HAT!!! I wish you could have heard my loud cry as I read that fjkghdfkjg

Rip Singh knee, ouch..

In one desperate motion, you find her shoulders and shove her towards the motel wall, hard. A sharp crack echoes. Her eyes widen before she slumps. She drops to the ground, halfway on top of you.

Oh no.

I’m in awe at Y/N’s strength, and man, this moment left me speechless.

You throw yourself into his arms and he catches you, spinning around once. His grip is deathly tight.

Meep live reaction: *Breathing heavily with tears in my eyes* They’re ok!!!

“Do you want us to stay?” he rasps, so soft and quiet.

Singh’s entire expression morphs into shock, staring in disbelief.

“Yes,” you bump your forehead against his, feeling the cool sensation of demonic goo, and whisper again, “Let’s go, sweetie.”

Pale eyes flash with great fondness.

CRIES!! CRIES SO HARD!!!

That was so good! SO SOOO GOOD!!!! I cannot believe we’re already halfway through the final episode!! HOW!!?

I know I use the word love many MANY times. Please understand that I mean it every single time!

Naff, thank you so much once more for yet another wonderful chapter! I am awestruck ❤️💖💕❤️💖❤️❤️💕💕❤️💖💕❤️

AHHH MEEP I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!!! EEEE

Ahahhaa, yesss, now that Y/N knows, all those flirts aren't gonna sail over their head anymore, including their own slip-ups hehe

I wanted a moment of Y/N reassuring the boys. They are a cryptid hunter, after all, but the cryptid boys are safe, and that's what matters. ♥

Ahhhhh, Paahlott! She is powerful, even among demonic cryptids. She's a special one. AHHH, Meep! I'd die to see a lineup of glamrock demonic cryptids from you ;-;

I'm really glad you enjoy Y/N wanting to better capture the boys in their notes! Their first impression wasn't so great pffft

YES! Y/N is used to their dear friend and is well aware of cryptid antics, but having both of those loves together in one? Mind-blowing! But Y/N does love it hehe

ALSDFJASDF YEAH THE DENIED KISS! To be fair, this is Eclipse's first romantic relationship, so there's a learning curve, but they're learning and so is Y/N. It's just a matter of time and adjusting ♥ (but they still had to get a lick in, just a little taste alsdjfasldfas

Okay, I loved writing that scene of the book explaining Monty and Moon making fun of him, like, they're so much like siblings it's painful alsdjflasfdj I'm really happy you like that part, ahhh!

Exorcism is an excruciating process for a demonic cryptid. Moon reacting like that was him restraining himself, due to the vow, but man, if this was before.... he would have done so much damage for that.

Ahhhh, Meep! Thank you so much, babe! I'm melting onto the floor, you're so sweet and I love reading your reactions to the chapter every time ♥ ♥ ♥

#*smooch ya on the head*#themeeplord #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

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foxssleeplessness · 1 year

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Hello there! I’ve been going through your list of codywan fic recs from when Kenobi aired and was wondering if you had any others! All have been so wonderful so far!

Hi!! I am SO sorry I took this long to respond. I entered new fandoms and lost contact with Codywan for a bit but I'm back! 4 fic recs and one shameless self-promoting just for you :)

Codywan Fic Recs Part 2

Pave Your Way with Stones Well Chosen by TrickyTricky (18 899 words) Mature

Summary: Cody has always been a man of singular focus and exceptional skill. When he suddenly finds himself loosed from the chip’s control, after years of service to the Empire, there is nothing to be done but to use every resource in his arsenal to carve out a new life for himself. He will free what brothers he can. He will find the Jedi his hands were forced to betray and make things right. He will build them all a haven to shelter from the cruelties the galaxy has never stopped inflicting.

And perhaps, somewhere in the midst of all that, he can find a way to make peace with himself again, as well.

One of my all time faves. It's very Cody and Vod'e centric, which I absolutely adore. I also really liked how Tricky handled and wrote Cody and Obi-Wan's reunion seeing as they are traumatised people who have lived through and done horrible things. Graphic Depiction of Violence, so if that's not your thing, I suggest skipping this one.

Next three (3) are Sith!Obi-Wan AU

different kind of danger in the daylight by Serie11 (29 202 words) Explicit

Summary: The Clone Wars are hurtling towards their third year when a new actor enters the field – a Sith with mysterious goals and an even murkier history.

Cody leads the 221st, and reports to General Jinn. But when he finds himself entangled in a dark plot that spans from one edge of the galaxy to the other, the only thing to do is cut the knot at the centre – no matter the cost he will have to pay.

Obi-Wan hates war, hates what it does to people, hates the Jedi, and hates himself. Qui-Gon’s Commander was meant to be a means to an end – but when Obi-Wan falls too deep, trusting Cody might just be the only way out.

I fucking looooove Sith!Obi-Wan. I'm picky about how it's handled tho. I like when there's a background with Qui Gon and a whole moral dilemma for both Cody and Obi-Wan. Their interactions are filled with ''I know I shouldn't but I love you oh so dearly'', yk?? It is well used and represented in this fic, Serie is an amazing writer who uses everything to make their stories flow slowly but 120km/h at the same time. IN PROGRESS

I Got My Head Checked by frostbitebakery (75 010 words) Mature

Summary: Below the observation deck, the Marshal Commander of the Third Systems Army is being divested of his armor and weapons, shackles heavy on his wrists. He doesn’t struggle, only a mulish stubborn twist to his jaw showing his displeasure at the situation.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, steps back from the observation window. “I need a week.”

OR: In which Cody wasn’t trained for a Sith sliding into a moral dilemma because of him

IGMHC is the first Sith!Obi that I read and I cannot stop returning to it. It's got a tractor beam locked on me 24/7, I swear. Again, loved how the dilemmas and morals are handled, you can see both characters' thought processes throughout I absolutely cannot get enough of it. 1000000/10

Name of the Game by esama (40 088 words) Mature/Explicit

Summary: There's a new Dark Sider on the battlefield, one who has it out for Cody's General.

SIMP OBI-WAN!! That man has whole plans made to achieve his goal and all it takes is one, ONE, millisecond of attention from Cody and he's caught. He's gone. Whole plan needs to be adjusted to the new circumstances. Can't get enough of it from my screen, I need it in my veinsss. 1000000000000/10. Masterpiece.

AND A SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO

thunderstorm stories by foxssleeplessness (aka ME) (5027 words, Ik, short compared to the others) Gen

Summary: During a humanitarian aid mission on Kashyyyk, a thunderstorm hits. Cody absolutely hates thunderstorms. Sharing stupid stories about your ''childhood'' with your general is a pretty good distraction.

You get to meet briefly my OC Kosand maybe Tonedeaf, I can't remember.

ANYWAY!! Hope you enjoy these like you enjoyed the first ones, Anon! Have a lovely day :D

Part 1

#codywan fic #codywan fic rec #codywan #fic rec #codywan fanfic #cc 2224 #obi wan #comander cody #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Welcome to Danni's Den!

You know, if anyone wants an office tour! 😄

Is it a proper office? No. One makes do when one lives in an apartment and only has so much space. (Especially when one is sharing space with a fellow nerd!) Because Eddie and I don't use a dining room, we converted the dining area into my office! So if you see peaks of the kitchen/living room/entrance, that's why! It's not much, but it's all my own! 💛

Eddie installed some hooks for where my mugs used to hang. I have better mug storage now, so hanging above the entrance I put this ornament I picked up while in New Orleans back in August 2022! Gay mermen? C'mon. I named them Henry and Sebastian btw.

This is my non-HP witchy section. Mostly astrology books. A few miscellaneous witchcraft books on the bottom shelf. And my crystal collection on top!

I mentioned "mug collection" right? I love them! 😍 Though it might be worth noting that I have other mugs in the kitchen cabinet. 👀 And a small holiday collection I bring out during the holidays. I don't have a problem, I swear.

Aaaand my cubes! My Sorting Hat. Some fandom and astrology themed candles (most from various Etsy shops.) Various HP figures. Cubes for storage (mostly notebooks and notecards and things.) I have quite the collection of tarot and oracle decks in one of the open cubes. A little chest full of decks, and a few more decks in specific deck boxes (cuz my chest is too full 🙈) I also have 2 bound fics, and a HP word search book (I looooove word searches!) Mostly the cube organizers are for various knick knacks and such.

My specific HP shelf! For mostly books. I also have 2 owl plushies, 2 niffler plushies, 2 pygmy puff plushies, and a fwooper plushie. They all have names, yes.

Francine the Fwooper

Oist (white owl) (the tag said "owlette" and Eddie made a joke about naming her Oist...like "moist towelette" but "oist owlette." It stuck. Oops. She probably deserves a more dignified name but Oist made me giggle, so there we are.

Archibald (brown owl)

Nemo (black niffler)

Eva (gray niffler) (both Nemo and Eva are named after Nightwish songs, because I love Nightwish.)

Pippa (pink pygmy puff)

Puck (purple pygmy puff)

The cabinet attached to the shelf is storage. Things I don't want on display, or can't have on display right now. Miscellaneous knick-knacks from Etsy sellers or from our trip to Universal in 2017. All the HP foreign editions Eddie gifted me. Character wands (that aren't displayed) and the empty boxes for the wands I do have displayed.

And THIS is where the magic happens, baby! My desk. An absurd amount of colored pens. All the books I'm most likely to consult while writing (poetry, symbolism, mythology, philosophy, etc.) My Snarry art on the wall!!!!!! 😍😍 (I need more frames so I can hang MORE SNARRY ART.) (A gal always needs more Snarry art, y'know?)

Then between my desk and the HP shelf I have PILLOWS because I'm too restless to stay in one place and position for too long. I also have a lap desk tucked away so I pull that out and hop into my pillows to keep writing! (My lil bee is named Beatrice, btw.) (Queen Bea! 🥰🥰)

This space seriously brings me so much joy, and so much inspiration. To have a space dedicated to writing, and my fandom, and my BOYS. Being able to have Snarry out and proud and all around me???? 🥺🥺 I'm all in my feelings. (Seriously, though, need MORE.) And not just a representation of my OTP, but of other creators who inspire me! The bound books being writers and bookbinders. My embroidery by onbeinganangel!! And some of the artists I love! A great reminder of all the talent in fandom and how much love and passion there is out there!!!! And I have pieces of it HERE WITH ME???? I am blown away and very in love.

I am very grateful to my partner. It was his idea to split areas so I'd have this one for myself (he has his own space now, too, for Magic the Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons, Brandon Sanderson, etc.) (Oh and his monstrous dice collection.) But I was lamenting how I was running out of room on my one little wall for Snarry art. My desk used to be on the little wall where my witchy shelf is. And it was Eddie's idea to make the whole room mine. And he and I worked hard not only rearranging to have our own areas, but decluttering and reorganizing the whole apartment! This man found the time and energy to make my life happier even when super busy and stressed from work. So in its way, this space also represents his love and thoughtfulness and dedication for me. Which makes it all the better! (And really, he had to do all of the heavy lifting, I am tragically weak.)

#danpuff stuff #office space #fandom #snarry #office tour #danni is silly

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themarcspector-hasmovedblogs · 2 years

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wip wednesday

tagged by: @multiverse-of-themind (thanks! 🥳🤠)

tagging: @gothamrains / @moonsaints / @deathlessfable/ @thelittlestspider / @theaisstillhere / @elizabethtaylors / @fayelistic and anyone who wants to share whatever they're working on too. say i tagged you!

note: i am doing fic//tober & fl/ufftober this year and these are excerpts from stuff i'm writing for both as a challenge to post my work instead of hoarding it. some things will likely be edited before i post it properly. it's all fandom x oc influenced stuff, cause i am still trying to figure out which prompts i wanna use for my original works. characterizations might be choppy cause they're all first rough drafts.

1) cloud x matt

Claudia smiles a bit, brushing Matt's cheek with her gloved left hand.

“The Man Without Fear? Scared?” she teases, using the same hand that comforts him to pinch his cheek and make him give her that infamous Matty smile. “You’re fucking with me. Clowning me, really.”

He chuckles. “Maybe? Maybe not.”

“You’re full of shit, then.” She says in a way that says she doesn’t believe he actually is full of shit, and that she's messing around. Then, right after that, she pulls him by his tie to kiss her.

It’s not a long, passionate kiss but it is enough to prove she means what she says. Because, if she didn’t, he would have to deal with her walking away and leaving him with nothing. “But scout’s honor…which, I realize you can’t see...But, I'm swearing on thin mints, and you know I don't fuck around when it comes to thin mints."

2) cloud x marc...she is attempting to bond...lmfaoooo

“You know, I doubt anyone’s ever told you this, but you bring a whole different meaning to 'what would you do if you had God in a box?',” Claudia had told Marc one day, taking a sip from her coffee cup as she looked at him with her very tired eyes.

“How did you answer that question when you were asked?” Marc asked, diverting the question away from his own response, as he typically did when they talked about things that revealed a little too much.

“I always said I would throw it, once it reached my hands. It sounded like too much responsibility -- too much I wouldn't want to know." Her shoulders shrugged and she made a face. "I guess that said - and still says – a lot about me,” she replied, taking another sip of her coffee. "And truthfully, I don't get how you do it, honestly. It sounds like a headache."

"Do what?"

"Walk around with a God in a box..."

3) sidney x matt (crack ship potential! accidental thing that happened due to one of the prompts giving me an IDEA!) but sid is dreaming. this isn't a real confession.

Matt let out a slight chuckle. “Nobody warned you about me, huh?” he asked, teasing. “I thought you knew when I hired you. I thought you knew the rumors?”

“That you’re a blind guy who falls down stairs a lot and has the most excellent hearing ever?” she asked.

“That I’m Daredevil,” he said seriously.

Sidney scoffed. “That doesn’t make any sense though.”

“That’s because you wear rose-tinted glasses.” He said right back.

“You literally wear red glasses, Matt,” she replied dryly.

4) cloud x elektra tw: violence, but it's kind of cartoony sjkdfhksjdf I HATE THEM LOVE THEM

"You two really need to stop playing this games of kill or be killed," Matt says to both Cloud and Elektra sternly, as they sit on the couch.

Cloud's got her leg draped over Elektra's legs, and Elektra's arm is wrapped around Claudia, and they're both holding in laughter because they're being lectured over their ridiculous little game.

"Why though? I looooove pushing Claudia off buildings, and she thinks it's incredibly funny when she comes back to life. No one's actually getting hurt here, Mathew." Elektra argues, before letting out a laugh.

Claudia laughs back. "And Elektra's a fun challenge. Do you know how hard it IS to kill her? I'm pretty sure she took on gh.ost rider once...Killing her is kind of a little ego boost for me. Like, who else can say they killed The Elek//tra Nat//chios 44 times and lived to tell the the tale?"

#noswipstuff #sjfsldsd the elektra one makes me laugh....the god in the box idk how i feel about it. might edit it a lot. and the sid x matt one #is actually sid asleep on her desk and putting pieces together in a dream LOL #and cloud and matt are just being cloud and matt

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rollercoasterwords · 2 years

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hey lovely, i just got around to reading the chapter rn and let me just say i am in so much awe. the way that you portrayed what dorcas and marlene are dealing with rn and love tangled into all of that made me absolutely crazy. it’s so so so soooo interesting and honestly so real and raw.

i’m going particularly crazy about the situation dorcas is in bc essentially by trying to keep marlene safe she’s pushing her away and in multiple ways too. there’s the fact that she just isn’t telling her all that’s going on with voldemort, which obviously we saw doesn’t feel good on marlene’s end and just breeds more mistrust, but there’s also the fact that she sort of took matters into her own hand and did that deal with dumbledore about keeping marlene out of danger, which listen i get but it doesn’t end well for either dorcas OR marlene and they both just end up more hurt and honestly knowing how this all ends is just very fucking heartbreaking bc we as readers know that it doesn’t matter in the end. there were multiple lines that literally had me like absolutely stunned just bc of how well they portrayed the situation and the emotion and just in general the toll that it’s having on both of them.

“She thinks it is killing the part of her that knew how to love, maybe. Her kisses all feel like wounds these days.” this mf line. i had to put my phone down for a bit i swear. fuck i love love looooove characters with depth and dorcas in this fic>>> she loves marlene so much that she’s doing all these things to protect her that are chipping away little parts of her that know how to give that love.

“You’re acting fucking insane,” she hisses, because she knows it will hurt Marlene—and that’s love, isn’t it? Dorcas wants to crack open her ribcage and crawl inside, she wants to chew the meat of her heart like a bloody steak, tender and soft and melting off the bone. Isn’t that love.” this is another fucking one. u deserve jail for this one. no no. it plays with my emotions and it makes me FEEL things. ur not understanding the brainrot i’m having rn. i finished and chapter and immediately reread bc that’s how much i loved it. idk but genuinely i think this has been my favorite chapter so far. i usually get so frustrated seeing situations like these, esp bc of the whole miscommunication aspect of it bc like we know the whole picture so it’s easier for us to understand where the characters and coming from and why they do certain things, so it’s frustrating that the characters in the story can’t but like no u just did it in a whole other way.

all the metaphors that u used to express love in this chapter. all the fighting and like anger and emotions and LOVE.

i’m obsessed with ur portrayal of it.

another quote:

“It is impossible to imagine what she feels for Dorcas could ever be anything but destructive; loving her is like trying to keep warm with a forest fire, like trying to quench thirst by swallowing an ocean.” no bc this quote. i FUCKING LOOOOVE the way you described love here especially considering marlene’s circumstances and didkwkdkd fuck i j wanna ramble and ramble but it’s lowkey super late here and i need sleep and idek if this made ANY sense and i SO MUCH MORE to say but first i’m horrible at articulating my thoughts i hate it and second like i said i need sleep so like sry sry if this was a waste of time ajd made no sense but yk. yeah just know i love ur brain and ur writing and u. just in lcoe ekth this fic. 10000/10 goshhh u are amazing. i’ll shut up now. maybe in the morning i’ll try to coherently word my thoughts but who knows.

ahhhh jumping up and down and clapping my hands thank u for taking the time to send such a long message!! i'm so glad you liked the chapter it was definitely more of an intense one lol

and YES the situation with dorcas exactly like it is just. i talked about why exactly she's not being honest with marlene in this post but yeah essentially it's just one of those situations where everything is coming from a place of love and a desire to protect marlene and keep her safe but that's not what marlene wants but dorcas doesn't care because she'd rather love marlene wrong than risk losing her and i just!!!!!! look i know i wrote it but i wrote it bc that dynamic specifically makes me go insane so i'm right there with u lol

ahhh the kisses feel like wounds YES i'm so glad u liked that line the whole question of like how far do we go for love what horrible things are we willing to do for love what pieces of ourselves are we willing to carve up for love....yes yes yes

and the love paragraph ahh that's another one of my favorites i am literally thrilled to hear that it gave u brainrot i am planting mold spores in ur brain and watching them grow >:) and yes the frustration of knowing why characters can't communicate and seeing those walls between them and wishing they could see them too...again i know i wrote it but it gets me every time!!! like they don't want to hurt each other they each just want to leave a mark on the other that no one can take away and they're living in an environment where the only marks left on anyone that can't be erased are from violence and just....yeah. yeah <3

and love as destruction!!! love as a forest fire!!! love as an ocean!!! i am simply obsessed with portrayals of love that contradict the idea that love is a happy ending or something that fixes everything like i love examining love as something dark and violent and dangerous THANK U for rambling to me abt the ch i loved the rambling!!! please feel free to ramble in my inbox anytime i know i'm responding to this a little late so i hope u got some good sleep lol <3

#thtf #the hand that feeds #the hand that feeds spoilers #literally sooooo fun i am so glad u enjoyed the ch so much!!!#ask

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noxnthea · 1 year

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Ooooh, I looooove outsider POV. Tell us about those!

Thank you, T!!!!

Omg I LOVE outsider POV as well!! I swear I have a tab open on my computer or phone with outsider pov for every single ship I read haha.

okay! first! "Media Outside POV" This was originally titled "This Just In"...until I started writing my currently posting soulmate AU fic and I had to nab the title because it fit so well. This fic is centered around a group of college roommates in NYC as they channel surf in the aftermath of an Avengers battle. They speculate and eventually piece together the evidence that proves that Clint and Bucky are definitely dating! snip!

“Yeah, no, I see it too,” Noah says. “He looks…scared.”

He looks like a cold-hearted killing machine to Izzy, and she says as much.

Elise huffs. “No, it’s different!” She presses play, and the broadcast jumps to forward to [real time].

Behind the two women the screen is now playing a recording from the battle, a few minutes later. The Winter Soldier is now holding Hawkeye in his arms as he strides towards where the fancy flying jet thing the Avengers use is waiting. Curls pauses the video again, just as the Winter Soldier opens his mouth to shout something at one of his teammates.

The camera zooms in.

“Can we talk about the upgrades to his fit, though?” Curls asks Legs, eyebrows raising flirtatiously. “You know I’m a fan of all black, but I’m not about to deny this blue jacket is A Look, am I right?”

“LOOK AT HIM,” Elise shouts. “Look at his eyes. The furrowed brow, the way the corners turn down — that’s concern right there, folks!”

“Ooh, and the twist to his mouth, too,” Noah points out. “My baby looks heart-broken.”

“Not to play Devil’s Advocate…” Rin says slowly, as though they know they’re about to wade into a minefield, “but wouldn’t you be concerned if your teammate got sort of crushed under a skyscraper after saving you? Maybe it’s guilt?”

Elise and Noah turn twin looks of skepticism on them.

“Nope,” Noah says.

“Definitely not.” Elise shakes her head decisively. “That’s not a look for just any old teammate. That’s love.”

Noah snaps his fingers in agreement. “I’ve studied this man’s expressions. He’s a goddamn ice cube most of the time. This concern right here? That’s practically the equivalent of anyone else’s ugly crying face. He is all caps upset. The love of his life just sacrificed himself for him. That right there? Devastation.”

second! outsider pov hawkguys motels n more This is a potential sequel for my motel fic series that uses alternating povs from people at a motel. I've got two potential summaries, like 10 sketched out ocs, but I'm not sure how to tie it all together yet.

snip? summary? either:

A factory in western Montana just blew up. The people of [small town] are suspicious, and the guests at Vacation Inn have questions.

5 times Clint and Bucky get away with murder, and 1 time it all gets caught on film.

these are from this WIP title ask game!

#ask game!!

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ala-baguette · 2 years

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Heyyyy! Hope you're doing well! Just wanted to know how many chapters of KWTL have you written down so far and when r you planning on uploading them. Please please please upload them soon. But also pls don't feel like you need to upload them right away because of your readers. We fans are okay with waiting (not really long though 😭 can't wait to know what would happen next). ILYSM. Also about the brevity bit, we looooove longer fics, the more content the better it is 🥰

Hello! Thanks for checking in!

I swear I am not holding out on you to be cruel! I just post as I write, I’m afraid. The only chapter I currently have written in advance is the very last one. I very much admire the people who can write a full story before they begin posting. I am too impatient and too motivated by that no-so-little burst of dopamine I get when I read beautiful comments from lovely readers like you!

However, as to the question about when I might be posting the next chapter. Wellll, you might want to check in in a couple hours…

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23, 24, 25 for the fan fiction ask game? <3

thank u for the asks friend!!!! <33

23. i find writing the middle easiest probably because often times when i get an idea, it’s for some random scene, and i build a story around that ! hardest is probably the beginning, because i tend to leave that until later? but it varies based on the idea. with awits, for example, my coauthor actually wrote the first half of chapter one before i came onboard, which saved me the trouble, and i wrote most of the epilogue well before the last few chapters were complete! and with something like dublin au, the first scene i ever wrote when getting the idea was the final chapter! my only idea was irish!steve and sarah and i built the plot from there. while i have a bunch of random middle bits and it fully outlined, right now i’m struggling through the opening scenes. on the flip side, the hardest part of mcalpine sessions is probably the middle because i cant STOP adding scenes hahaha like LET IT END

24. usually the pov i write in sort of just comes up naturally? i tend to gravitate towards buckys pov in most of my fic, although in awits a lot of the beginning chapters are from steve’s pov, or i switch back and forth. i think as a trauma survivor and an older sibling i just find it easier to think from bucky’s pov (not to erase steve’s trauma at all! i just relate a lot to what buckys been through and identify with his storyline) so typically if i am making the choice, it’s to write mostly from bucky’s perspective! mcalpine sessions has been fun though bc it’s the first time i’m writing sam as a major love interest and his pov is a new endeavor. bc it’s an all caps fic though, the pov kind of bounces around between the three of them like a windows screensaver lol!! by contrast in my original work i usually just write from the pov of the mc even if it’s in third person, but i REALLY admire the way authors like maggie stiefvater are able to shift pov so fluidly across a large cast of characters and want to emulate that more.

25. my favorite part of the writing process is mostly definitely brainstorming/outlining!! i have so much fun with them because it’s way easier to just say what happens than writing it all out well and i include like randomly little jokes to amuse myself and such. i swear one day when all my wips are done i’ll start a series that’s JUST my outlines compiled together and maybe y’all can get a kick out of reading them like i do! i also looooove brainstorming convos with mutuals, it’s so fun to get to share my worlds and get their encouragement and feedback and often times new ideas i wouldn’t have otherwise thought of come up in those conversations and really enhance my work! i also really enjoy editing though, i think it’s a skill separate from writing in my mind and one i’ve really developed well and it definitely makes me happy to go back and make something even better or reshape it in a different way!

#i speak #jays fanfics

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 year

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HEEEEEY like the anons said you genuinely seem like a sweet and fun person to talk to and just to be friends with. I have a tendency to be really anxious about making friends tbh (I’m just an anxious person in general but… ok 😭🤣) but yeah I think my issue is that while I want to be friends with so many people I always feel like I’d bother them so I just don’t bother fbfjjfjfjd sometimes. I’m the worst at holding conversations like literally it’s ASS. anyways all this rambling I’m sorry 😭 on a more fun note, I love how you write. seriously. obsessed. I genuinely LOOOOOVED spring fling and all the time in the world…. Literally comfort 🥺🩷 gonna eat the rest of your fics too because I’m literally obsessed. I can rarely enjoy media or fave fics like a normal person I always make it my whole personality dbdjjdjd anyways sorry for the rambling I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY 🫶🫶🫶

Hi!!!! Omg yes please I am a friendly person and I SWEAR I am not intimidating LOL.

I am also an anxious person and spend a nonzero amount of time wringing my hands over normal situations. So let's be weird together!

Thanks for loving my silly fics!! Making a character your entire personality??? I do not know what you mean......... XD

#the way I became the crazy Marcus Pike lady.....#i still don't know what happened

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casuallivi · 2 years

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Girl, bestie, that last fic of yours was INSANE. I swear you plucked at least four headcanons straight out of my mind (esp the cauldron showing Elain visions of the wonderful life and children she could have with Lucien). I sure hope Sarah is reading lol. And the dream sequence was so trippy and eerie, just *chef's kiss*

Nony, come on. Come on, nony. Reading comments like this makes soar high on the sky, to see the fics i write for fun being enjoyed by other beside me is simple gold ✨✨✨✨✨ thank you😚❤️ I LOOOOOVE to mess with the conceptions of Elain's abilities, especially the motivation for the cauldron loving her. I'm convinced the cauldron has painted the perfect prince-with-a-white-horse fantasy staring Lucy, but why? Also, i love Lucy, so is fun to think about where they relationship will go. What will become of them? But my leader is Elain, I keep fantasizing about aleatory domestic snippets, and some off them evolve to chapters. I'll be posting when that happens 😉🌷

#i'm feeling myself now #ego buster no doubt #ask

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fiendishpal · 3 years

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hii fiend!!! i literally adore your art its so pretty and it- it just- *inhales* *exha-*💞💖✨💞💖✨💞🙏🛐🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️anyways so- bcz u guided me to the osaaka ship and now im in love w it couldya please offer me some fic recommendations? ok, i just love ur art ur one of ny faves lov u have an amazingly sweet and beautiful day!!! :D

sure thing!!

i’ll put them by category here (i also have some art for some of them, i’ll post them when i’ve got the time)

i’ve put a star ★ beside fics that i’ve read a bunch of times hahaha!

canon-compliant

(fics that i think you should read first. mostly canon-compliant. so these are post-timeskip. after their meeting at the black jackals vs adlers game. these really won’t make any sense if you’re anime-only, sorry.)

stay with me go places by sparksandsalt ★

this fic. THIS FIC!!!!! this started everything for me!!! this is the reason why i started shipping osaaka!!!! the way they handled the characters is sooooo!!! *chef’s kiss* they really stick true to the characters' voices and the care they put into characterizations is impeccable. i also love bokuto and akaashi’s relationship here!! they’re so in each other’s lives that bokuto ends up exposing akaashi’s feelings indirectly and accidentally lmao and also atsumu and osamu’s relationship is so funny and hilarious. they are like how brothers are, atsumu showing his support but also clowning osamu in the process

this fic single-handedly fueled me to create so much osaaka content.

i dont know how many times i’ve read this tbh

wait by sanguinedawns

i love the yearning in this fic. the longing and the waiting and the expectation there. they’re trying to be subtle about their feelings for each other but they’re seen at the end but at 4k it’s narrated so smoothly. i love mutually pining idiots.

in the afternoon by yamaboto

this is so!!! i love this so much!! at 1k we see osamu yearning for akaashi once again. i love how they write this short scene. i could really picture the afternoon light coming in through the traditional panel doors and how the light must feel on your skin.

take what we love inside by yamaboto

this is an established relationship osaaka and how they got together. in the afternoon (the fic above) is a snippet of how warm the writer could put words together. and it really is so sweet there’s a scene where they slow dance and it’s the best. i also love the simple fact that they put in how osamu cannot let anybody go hungry hhaha

shout softly by lostsunsets

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS MADE MY HEART FEEL SO LIGHT AND SOFT AND TENDER. THIS FIC IS SO PRECIOUS OH MY GOSH

i love love loooooooove how the author put osamu's love and passion for food and filling in the pieces on what osamu does to fuel this passion --while in the back burner-- while he was still playing volleyball in high school

AND HOW HE LONGS FOR AKAASHI. THIS IS MAKING ME AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

GO READ IT PLEASE

we’re in au territory

(the setting is not canon-compliant)

sleeping with the enemy by billionairevolleyboysclub ★

the setting is in 2013 haikyu volleyball circuit. meaning they’re still in highschool and are still playing volleyball and they just happen to chance upon each other at interhigh.

i love how sweet osamu is and how he got his crush on akaashi. and it’s lovely how they wrote the budding of a highschool relationship!! and their take on how osamu and akaashi handle ldr??? it’s delicious. dont let the fake/pretend relationship tag fool you this is very cute i love them so much!! i guess the ‘no drama’ aspect is what i like about this a lot bc osamu’s a pretty straightforward guy esp i guess back in highschool. also the second-hand embarrassment is real lmao

welcome in by risquetendencies ★

in this setting osamu’s still the owner of onigiri miya but the au aspect of this is that they haven’t met before. so basically a meet-cute.

and man oh mannnnn the tension written here is good food. osamu is written so obviously into akaashi (i mean who wouldn’t) and akaashi is affected by this greatly and it is!!! wow!! i just love how smooth osamu is here and how flustered akaashi gets bc “omg a hot guy likes me????” (yes akaashi, this hot guys thinks you’re a sexy piece of ass please believe it)

akaashi in a gay panic is literally the best thing.

blood brothers by billionairevolleyboysclub (18+)

miya twins are vampires and akaashi has a thing for fangs. that in and of itself is enough reason for you to read this. i also love how the writer puts a distinction between atsumu and osamu on how they interact with/ feed on akaashi.

like the dawn by eggsan

this fic is actually inspired by my royalty au but im not putting this here bc of that. i really like how the writer introduced their story. i remember telling someone that the atmosphere of how they write is like the voice of a soft-spoken maiden hahaha it's lovely!! think light academia aesthetic. i also love how i get the doki-dokis when osamu, who is essentially a stranger, gets close to akaashi. i can feel akaashi's excitement and trepidation.

forgive the sea, follow the tide by KyryeDuBarie (18+)★

PIRATE AU!!!!!!

i love the fresh twist that they did here on the classic mermaid/pirate au. the twist being akaashi is actually a pearl diver and at the same time being vaguely hinted as a mermaid hhahaha. osamu's a pirate that got shipwrecked and got washed up on akaashi's shores that akaashi, of course, saved.

there's a bunch of cool things that happened too that i cannot disclose bc that'll ruin the thrill of reading this. the plot is solid and the romance between osamu and akaashi is gradual but so so sweeeeet!! i highly recommend this!! but better clear up your schedule bc this hefty boy comes in at a whopping 40k!!!!

keep time on me by yamabato

this fic is based from my zombie apocalypse au!! and even though it’s set in the end of the world, they were still able to write it so sweet and comforting????? i only wish osamu and keiji the happiness they deserve :’)

i also like the whole theme of time in the story and how the story revolves around it. it’s very good!!!

the contest between by batman (18+)

akaashi is a documentary director and osamu is his subject. i love love looooove how the author wrote how stubborn both of them are and how they could clash sometimes but not in the explosive type of way. it’s actually cute and sweet, you’ll see what i mean when you read this hhehehe

AND AKAASHI IS SO LOVELY HERE!!! so lovely!!! and he laughs and smiles a ton and those moments were written in a way that just said ‘look at this angel!’ LMAO idk maybe that’s just me. i love akaashi so much

AND THIS BABY COMES IN AT A WHOLE 75K!!!!!!!!! AMAZING!!!!

#chocomilked #fiend talks #fiendish recs #GIVE THESE AUTHORS SOME LOVE #love love looooove these fics i swear by them!!!!#if i find more i''l update these!!#happy reading tumblr used chocomilked!! hahaha #osaaka #EDIT: added two new fics!!!#let me go around the fics i've read again hhaha

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Hiiii!, this is an idea I got thanks to a TikTok video that said "Imagine a parallel world where real people are characters from anime, videogames, etc. And your favorite character creates fanfics and fanarts about you." I can't help but imagine Fisher writing on Tumblr about the s/o lol.

Holy shit Holy Shit HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT-

Sally as a Selfshipper-

[CW: self depreciation, unreality]

>When he first sees S/O, he could swear a chorus of angels had begun to sing and had swept him right off his feet. He couldn't take his eye off of S/O for a few minutes, absolutely and undeniably smitten, before he realized what just happened and felt pretty embarrassed about it. He knows he can't set his standards for a romantic partner very high, but they should at least be real… right?

>Denial about his feelings/ 'I just think (media) is neat' ➡ Bargaining/ 'I'll just look up the wiki pages and articles about the show. Saving a few images won't hurt, right?' ➡ Depression/Anger/ 'God, I'm really in love with some pixels I am such a loser.' ➡ Gradual Acceptance/'Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo anyway this might as well happen' pipeline

>I'd bet he'd be a lurker in the selfship and f/o tags for a long time, liking a bunch of imagine posts and images of S/O but leaving his page pretty bare besides the necessary info to interact with certain blogs. He resisted posting his own content until his feelings for S/O grew too big to keep in, and he knew people in the selfshipping community would understand what he was going through.

>When posting those dreaded first few gushes didn't kill him instantly, he started posting a few times a week, and all of his content is so goddamn romantic! Lots of pining under screenshots he took of S/O, sappy poetry/songs, painstakingly selected playlists, some personally-tailored imagines and a few cute little doodles on lined paper that he did his best on and was feeling brave enough to post (because he was thinking of S/O encouraging him 💘)

>And then he would have a venty (occasionally horny) sideblog that is technically unlinked to his main but he's not good at hiding it and everyone in the community is like 'oh yeah thats his side blog we didnt think it was a secret??' Reblogs lots of angst/comfort fics, quotes about the universe and love that isn't meant to be, "At least my fictional bf/gf thinks I'm cute" posts, etc.

>Might eventually make one or two selfship friends that he DMs, but definitely has some silent mutuals that pop up in his notes.

>Has sent in a few anonymous requests to fic writers that he will not admit to. He doesn't use sign-offs, but you can always guess he requested them because he's the first to like them. His emoji use and the way he types gives him away, too.

>Says he's fine sharing S/O because he doesn't want to be 'that guy,' but he is 'that guy' and quietly blocks the selfship tags of people that also F/O them.

>Nobody IRL can know ever know about his selfshipping or his crush on S/O EVER (but his friends have a feeling. And eyes.)

>Has one (1) self-insert that is just him but without the prosthetic and mental illness and trauma (and maybe a little taller than his IRL self)

>Consumes S/Os media regularly, but prefers to do so alone so he can stare, swoon and longingly sigh in private.

>Chronic (occasionally maladaptive) f/o daydreamer

>"I'm not ''''In looooove~''''' with [media]/[S/O]!" (Said while shoving a mountain of merch into his closet)

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face imagines #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #selfshipping #tw unreality #tw self deprecation #i already have a selfship AU for almost this exact scenario 🙈#edited

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keydeer · 6 years

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little christmas present for @richgoranskis and @cyfi !!! i told them i wanted to draw their ocs ages ago but i never got around to it, but i finally got the time! it’s not much, but i hope you guys like it!

#artists on tumblr #i love conlice i love it i looooove them!!!! i read levs fic fr them and wept i swear #ANYWAYS i hope you guys like it ahgjjfgjf

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years

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“Mom got lost again” - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Little snippets about how “Batmom” (reader) will never find her way in the Mansion. But it’s fine, really, because she can always count on her husband and children to “save” her. //DRABBLE

So. I was watching one of those “Architect’s digest” video on YouTube where they visit houses that are millions and millions of dollars worth, and besides the fact that I was thinking “wow look at all those beautiful things I’ll never be able to afford”, I couldn’t shake another thought off…and that was that I would totally get lost in many of those houses. Like, the way some are designed, they’re literally Dedalus’ labyrinth my dudes. So anyway, here’s not-really-a-fic-nor-a-drabble for you, a sort of snippet kind of thing, about this. Hope you’ll like it :

My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Before the kids

“Hey Alfred, where’s (Y/N) ?”

He asks, one early evening as he just got home from work and knows you were going to meet up with him at his place.

“Oh Lady (Y/L/N) wanted to go see the library, so I took her there.”

“Thank you.”

Bruce arrives in the library, but you’re nowhere to be found. Wondering where you went he calls you but it seems like your cell don’t have any battery anymore. He starts to walk around the West Wing, looking in every room and…Finally, he finds you.

You’re sitting down against a wall in the corridor, looking discouraged, staring at your dead phone. You spot him and jump to your feet, looking very relieved. You then rush in Bruce’s arms, he catches you in extremis and you exclaims :

“Oh my god ! Bruce ! I love you !”

Insert a lot of kisses on his cheeks a really huge hug, as if you haven’t seen him in ages. But I mean, getting lost any place is sort of distressing, and you looooove that man. So much.

A little confuse, although always happy to have your affection, he asks :

“What…is going on ?”

“I got lost…”

“You got lost ?”

"You have a very big house.”

Highly amused, Bruce responds : “I do.”

“So I got lost.”

“Ah. And what were you doing sitting there ?”

“Well…My parents always taught me to stay where I was, if I ever got lost somewhere, so when they’d came to look for me we’d be sure to see each others instead of passing right next to each others a thousand times…”

Bruce can’t help but burst out in laughter. Even more so that you genuinely looks like a kid that got separated from her parents. And oh, oh you love his laughter.

It’s always a feat, when you can hear it. Especially when it comes from the heart like right now, when he genuinely laughs this deep beautiful laugh, because he’s happy. Because you make him happy.

He’s not laughing at you, he just laughs because...You’re too much sometimes.

And exactly what he needs. Too much is good, for a man like him.

He takes your hand and shows you around one more time.

But he can see that even so, you can’t seem to remember the layout of the house, and you getting lost will happen again for sure.

And he’s right. He showed you around his manor so many times, yet it seems you just can’t remember certain places. Like you memorized the places you go the most, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, access to the Batcave...and most of the time you find your way around easily (albeit sometimes still a little lost).

But there’s entire areas of the house you try not to venture in or...it ends with Bruce coming to your rescue. Or Alfred. But he usually leaves Bruce to do it, as the man just...loves the way you two love each others.

It’s always rather cute. And it warms the butler’s heart.

Never in his wildest dream would he ever have thought that his Master Bruce would find someone like you. Someone accepting and understanding, and loving him unconditionally. And someone that Bruce loved fully in return, and whom he cherished above all.

Yes. Alfred often let Bruce go on the hunt for you across the Manor, simply because he shipped you both since the very first time he saw you together, and he thoroughly enjoyed when his Master Bruce was acting like a lovesick puppy around you. When he was acting like a “normal” man, just hopelessly in love with his wife.

And it was so pure, and beautiful.

So what if sometimes you’d wait a little long, lost in those endless corridors ? Alfred knew that Bruce would find you. Always. And that when he did, as usual, you would make Bruce’s heart melt, and he’d feel happy just by seeing you and...honestly it was all wort it.

Bruce sometimes suspect you do it on purpose. That you get lost just so he can find you. And honestly ? He really doesn’t mind...

Saved by the little bird

"Over a year of living here, I swear I still can’t...where...wait, didn’t I just pass this damn yet-again-another-living room ?! Aaaah what the fuck why is everything looking the same. Fucking shit. What a shitastrophy. Fucking cockburger son of a bitchtits little f-”

“Um...Are you ok, mom ?”

Oh sssshhhh...Alfred wouldn’t be happy with you for swearing around your young son. Dick was only eight, after all.

He had started to call you “mom” since very recently, and it always made your heart skip a beat. Made you feel utterly happy.

As the boy came in behind you from the corridor, you were about to kick a potted plant out of frustration (another thing that Alfred wouldn’t be very happy about). You turn around, slowly get your foot back on the floor, and say :

“Um. I got um...Lost...”

“Lost ?”

“Yes...I just...can’t get used to the size of this house. I wanted to get something that Alfred said was in the East wing, which is somewhere I never really go. And um...”

“You got lost.”

“Yes. Don’t make fun of me ok, your dad is already enough.”

“I wasn’t going to make fun of you !”

Your son says, a little virulently, as if offended you’d ever think such a thing ! You smile at him, because how sweet could this kid get really ?

“Alright little buddy, sorry I ever made such an assumption. So, if you’re not gonna mock me...maybe you can save me then ?”

“Save you ?”

“Well, I’m lost. And you don’t seem lost.”

“That’s because I’m not, I always found my way out of the labyrinths in fun fairs very easily !”

He tells you, smiling widely, excited at the prospect of helping you.

“Where do you need to go ?”

“Let’s try to get to the kitchen.”

“I know the way ! Come on !”

He takes your hand in his little one, and drags you behind him, leading you across corridors and rooms up until...

“Here !”

He tells you, smiling widely. And it’s so cute, because he’s missing a few teeth and his smile is just so pure...You just want to squish his little face and hug him to death.

“Ah my savior ! What can I ever repay you with ?”

You ask, taking an overdramatic tone of voice, knowing little Dickie always loved when you two played pretend and such. He takes the gruffest voice he can and says :

“Well, my lady can repay me with...um...Cookies, yes I think cookies will do !”

“Cookies ? Well this sounds fair, for this dashing saving you just did ! Macadamia or chocolate chip ?”

“Both ?”

“Both it is !”

It happened many times, that you paid your oldest son with cookies, after he saved you from getting lost in your own house...Even as an adult, he’d demand payment of fresh cookies, and then would go show them off to his siblings, refusing to share, as the “good” older brother he was haha.

Lost together

You find Jason in one of the many gaming room, while you were trying to get to the kitchen. You know for a fact that there are no gaming rooms on the way to the kitchen, but you can’t really figure out where you messed up...Was it when you went left after the third bathroom ? Or when you took the stairs down right before one of the mezzanine ? Wait, did that mezzanine have a piano ? Because if it did then it was the right way, if it didn’t, then you were on the other side of the damn house. Or maybe just right next to...Yeah ok. Lost again.

But you found Jason.

Maybe he could help ?

The boy was sitting in a huge comfortable leather armchair, reading a book. When he heard you come in the room, he snapped his head up and a huge smile illuminated his cute little face.

“Finally ! Mom !”

He jumps off the armchair, putting down his books, and goes to jump in your arms. Then he says :

“I was trying to go to the arcade room ! Because I wanted to beat your high score on Tekken, but I always only followed someone there, and I can’t find it anymore...”

Ah. The arcade. One of the only room you sort of knew where to find...If you started from the front door. Or your bedroom. Not from a random room god knew where in the mansion.

Why was this house so big ???

“I’m sorry to bother you with this, I know I should’ve paid more attention when Alfred showed me, but it’s just-”

Oh no. Oh no the little one was looking at you worryingly, probably because you weren’t responding, and he thought he was being a pain.

Little Buddy always thought he was bothering people...So hurriedly, you said :

“Oh no no Jason, you’re not bothering me at all ! It’s just um..I’m um...I’m sort of lost too.”

“You are ?”

“I am.”

“Really ?”

“Really.”

“Well damn.”

“Haha right ? Usually your father or Dick would save me. Or Alfred.”

“Yeah same.”

“I actually rarely walk around alone now that I think about it.”

“Yeah same !”

There’s a short pause, where you look at each others and smile at this little moment. And then, as you slowly both realize that you’re lost, IN YOUR OWN HOME, and the ridiculousness of the situation down on you, you explode in laughter.

You end up getting back to the armchair, and Jason settles comfortably in your lap as you continue to read the book he was reading, out loud, and he listens to you happily. Nobody ever really read him stories before you and Bruce...

Bruce finds the both of you later in the day, fast asleep in the armchair, Jason latched on your arm as you hug him to you.

He finds the sight so adorably charming. He sits down next to the two of you, enjoying this moment of quiet and peace. And then he picks up the book you were reading, reading it himself...Ah. It’s one of his favorite childhood book.

He reads it, waiting for you two to wake up, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

It’s rare, that he has some free time. And he really doesn’t mind spending it watching over his sleeping wife and son, waiting for them to wake up and guide their way back to the part of the house they know...

Damn. Damn he loves them so much.

"I memorized the blueprints”

“And see, here’s a secret passage !”

The boy says excitedly, as he shows you and Bruce a hidden door in one of the wall, behind a heavy tapestry.

“...Wait...I didn’t even know that was there...How did...What ?”

Your husband asks, half-confused, half-impressed, with maybe a little hint of hurt pride in there as well...it’s his house after all.

“I memorized the blueprints of the house that are in the library.”

The little one says, smiling widely at his new father. Bruce responds :

“I have those blueprints, I never saw this secret passage ever in my life.”

“You must have the “official” blueprints, the one Allan Wayne gave to others. The blueprints in the library, the ones I found, were tucked away inside one of the book and showed more than the “official” ones. Your great-great-great-great-great grandfather was a very paranoid man, I assume he pulled a Madame Winchester on the builders.”

“Madame Win...Huh ?”

“You know, famous Winchester mansion ? Super haunted ? She gave instructions to many different people to build certain things and there isn’t really blueprints that shows a correct layout of everything ?”

“Right...Sure...”

“I assume you were too busy building the bat cave to really pay attention to the house. But it’s quite a wonder ! There’s so many new secrets I haven’t discovered yet !”

A soft, tender smile spreads on your husband’s face as he looks down at Tim. Bruce says :

“That’s quite a discovery you found there my boy, and you say you memorized it already ?”

“It was easy, I just had to keep in mind the-”

And then Tim started to get lost in long complicated explanation that you didn’t understand, while your husband seemed very interested.

You couldn’t help but smile. How cute...

Today, you were sort of glad, that you got very lost in your own home again, and got saved by little Timmy. He hadn’t lived in the house for very long by that time, but already knew it even better than Bruce, apparently.

It was so nice, to have such a sweet little on in your life again...Dick hadn’t been by in a while, busy with the titans. And Jason...

You didn’t want to think about Jason.

Or at least, not in the way you would end up thinking about him. You wanted to remember his smiles, and how he always got lost too in this house. Not...Not...the broken body Bruce brought back...You...

You shooed the memory away, and focused on your son.

Tim was now going on and on about how he found really cool places that weren’t on the normal blueprints, and how he wanted to show Bruce and you.

And Bruce was smiling. For the first time in ages. Your husband was smiling, faced with such an excited little one.

So yes. Yes, today you were glad you got lost in your own home, and that your tiny son found you and showed you the way. That it lead you to ask him how the hell was he that fast in memorizing the house’s layout, and then him explaining things about the blueprints.

And consequently, how Bruce and him started to truly bond, started to talk about the house and about the Wayne legacy...

It was nice. To finally see your husband smile again. Propelled by a sudden surge of motherly love, you hugged Tim tight, and the boy, a bit confused at first, hugged you back without much questions.

And this sight.

His wife and his son hugging.

It warmed Bruce’s heart in a way his heart hadn’t been warmed since he lost Jason.

Yes. It was good, that sometimes you’d get lost in your own damn house.

This is a fun game

By the time Cassandra came into your life, this “mom got lost again” thing became sort of a game. It was about who would find you first, when they realized you were lost.

You’d be gone a little too long after saying : “I’m gonna go get the ice cream in the freezer”, and they knew. It was time to set a party to find you.

“3, 2, 1...GO !” And they’d run in each different direction, searching for you.

The winner gets cookies. Baked by you...

Cass liked that game.

Because even if she lost, she would’ve spend quality times with her family. Fun times. Looking for her beloved mother.

Mother.

The only mother she ever had.

Mom.

It’s a word that always easily rolled off her tongue.

Mom.

“Found, mom.”

You jumped a little in the air, as your only daughter suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She was looking at you upside down, and it took you a little bit to realize she was actually dangling off in a very spider-man way off of the floor just above. She must’ve heard your footsteps (or more likely, your growls about being lost again).

She jumped off, and you felt your heart stop, suddenly fearing she would fall down but..Not, she agilely jumps over the rail, and is in front of you, smiling.

Finding you was Cass’ favorite game. Because when she did, you’d always look at her fondly, give her a hug, and praise her for being the best.

And for someone like Cassandra, who grew up treated like an emotionless machine by a man who never viewed her as more than a weapon...it felt nice, to have such a loving person in her life.

When Cass thought of you, her mind filled with bright colors, and her heart with warmth. Because she grew up never learning how to speak, her thoughts didn’t quite work in words like most people, but in colors and temperatures.

And you, you were reassuring colors and soothing warmth.

Mom.

Such a simple word. Yet it took her a while to be able to even say it.

Now she could speak, in big thanks to you. And her father.

She loved you guys so much. So much.

She loved you.

“Mom.”

She says, reaching a hand for yours. And you take it, smiling once more, shaking your head and apologizing that you made her look for you...Oh.

Oh but she doesn’t mind. None of them do.

Because when they find you. When they “save you”, you always look at them with such unconditional love. No matter what.

Finding you is Cass’ favorite game.

It always leaves her feeling nice and warm, loved and safe.

Finding you is Cass’ favorite game.

And one day, she’ll be able to tell you all of that. One day, she’ll be able to tell you to never apologize, because she loves to look for you. She loves you.

One day. One day she’ll talk to you about all of this.

But for now, it was fine for both of you that her feelings translated in only smiles, affectionate touch, and one very important word...

“Mom”.

“I won’t let you get lost !”

Damian hated the mere idea of you being in any kind of distress.

ANY kind.

So when he learned that you would often get lost in the Manor, and even as everyone assured him it just sort of became an inside joke within the family, your youngest son took it upon himself to make sure you’d never get lost again.

He started to put up signs everywhere in the house, giving indications as to where you were and where was what. Detailed little maps, arrows and such. Drawn by himself. It took him WEEKS to finally cover the entire Manor.

It’s something no one ever thought of before because...Although you often got lost, it was always nice to try and find you, and well, you would still know your way around the part of the house you’d most go to.

In fact, when you got lost, it was often because you’d go in a wing you didn’t know much for whatever reason, and they’d know where to look for you.

So they never really saw a reason to make signs telling you the right way. Or yeah, they never really thought about it.

But Damian...Damian was set to make the house “lost proof”.

As a result, you definitely didn’t get lost as many times. Which was...nice ?

But once, at dinner, Dick was reminiscing of that one time you got lost in the attic for some reason, and couldn’t find your way out, and him and Jason had to get you, and how they laughed a lot and you praised them for saving you...

And Damian grew quiet. And upset. When you asked him why, he refused to answer, but the next day, you ventured in a part of the house you rarely went to so you could go fetch something and...

All the signs telling you which way to go were gone. Which didn’t worry you much, you knew you’d be found by one of your family member before long, or would just find your own way out after a while.

But it was odd nonetheless.

It’s only when Damian found you, and “saved” you that you understood why the signs weren’t on anymore.

Damian too, wanted to “save” you from getting lost. Wanted to laugh with you because it was silly that you got lost in your own house. Wanted you to bake him cookies as a reward for saving him. Wanted to share those bonding moments with you...

It was so cute, and showed how far Damian really went since Talia first dropped him on your door, that you couldn’t help but hug the hell out of your baby.

He was a little embarrassed, but hugged you back nonetheless.

Yes. Yes Damian had come along way, since he first came into your life. He learned how to love, how it felt to be loved, and how...how sometimes he would crave for your attention.

And so he took down the signs. So he could save you. So he could share this with you, just like you did share those moments with all his other siblings.

He took down the signs, because you getting lost was an important inside joke of this family...And because he was, now, part of this family.

What even is this place...

Duke thought he would never EVER find his way back in this new house.

His bedroom was in...east wing ? West wing ? ...SOMEWHERE.

The first few days of living there were overwhelming, and he constantly had to make sure he wasn’t far from one of the other family member because he was so afraid to get lost.

He couldn’t remember the right way to anywhere. This was all too big.

He grew up in a small two bedrooms apartment, in the heart of Gotham’s sludge. He could find his way in this gigantic city easily, knew the place like the back of his hand but...

The Manor ?

It was uncharted territory. In every sense of the term.

First it was on the outskirt of Gotham, in the hills, a place he never set foot in.

And then the house, but also the land around it was bigger than his neighborhood ! It was so foreign for him...

But he hid this well. He hid the fact he was overwhelmed well. And just made sure he’d always be with someone when walking around the manor.

He tried to remember the way they took, he really did. But every time he thought he got it, they’d use another way and he was totally lost again.

Alfred showed him around the first day, but it was too many informations at the same time. Him and his ADHD couldn’t process it.

What would you guys say, if he mentioned he was getting lost in the house ? Surely, you’d mock him. Or just feel sorry for him ?

He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to know. Acclimating to this new life was already hard enough, what with discovering his meta-powers, having to deal with what happened to his parents, and living in this all new environment.

You made it comfortable and easy for him. You were just so welcoming and loving. But it was still hard...he was only a boy.

And so he said nothing. And now...now, lost and walking through corridors that all looked the same, he dearly regretted it.

He turned a corner, and...there you were.

“Oh, hey Dukie”.

He smiled shyly, afraid you would know he was lost, and said :

“Hi.”

“What’s up ?”

“Nothing, I was going to- I was exploring the house.”

He was about to say he was trying to get to the movie theater, where Damian and Cass were surely waiting for him by that time, so they could watch a movie. But what if he was totally off ? Far from where the home cinema was supposed to be ?

“Exploring the house” sounded like a safe thing to say.

“Oh, careful not to get lost haha. Happens to me all the time...”

Wait...What ? Were you joking ? He wasn’t sure.

“Actually, I’m lost right now. I wanted to take a shortcut from the kitchen to the bat cave to see Bruce -I miss him- -Yeah I know only saw him couple of hours ago-, but I must’ve taken a wrong turn...Somewhere...”

You were holding your chin in your hand now, trying to remember where you could possibly have taken the wrong turn. And Duke realized you were serious.

“You’re lost ?”

“Yeaaaah. Go ahead, you can laugh. I know I’d laugh at myself too haha. I just could...never quite figure out how this house worked ? I grew up in a one bedroom apartment, sleeping in the living room with my brothers. And then when I moved in on my own I had an even smaller place. So. It’s a change. Even after all those years I’m still not quite used to it.”

“Ah me too ! I mean, I just can’t figure out the layout of this place !”

“Ah ? Hey, for you too, sometimes you think you definitely know where you’re going and then you find yourself outside in the garden and you just have no idea how you got there ?”

“Yes !!!! I was sure of my way so many times but then one wrong turn and...here I am.”

“Well Duke, believe me I get it. I get it haha.”

You then proceeded to tell him all the most embarrassing stories of you getting lost, including that one time at a charity event held in your house, someone asked you to take them to a certain place, and your asshole of a husband let you do it just because he knew you wouldn’t find the way, and because you getting lost with their guest was the only fun entertainment of the night.

And this.

This simple shared thing, of you two getting lost...

It was amongst the first time Duke really felt home. Really felt like he wasn’t alone.

Those past few days had been difficult for him. This was all so new.

And yet, with a few smiles, silly stories and support..You made him feel like he was truly home. And he didn’t even notice the hours you two passed, sat on the floor in that corridor, before Bruce found you and took you back to where you initially wanted to go...

Saved by the littlest bird

Thomas is about eight, and you’re about to have a heart pinching flashback as he’s going to remind you of your first baby...

Dick was going to be almost thirty, by then. He was married, and with a kid on the way (I’m not here for ship wars, you chose with who he is, wether it’s Babs or Kori, or whoever else). Oh, how long ago it was, that his little eight years old hand would hold yours to guide you across the manor...

Too bad. Because right now, you definitely needed some help navigating around. Lost again. Ugh. T’was getting old.

“Mommy...You’ve been living in this house for over 15 years now, how can you still get lost ?”

Your littlest baby. Thomas. Appearing from around the corner, and as he saw you, rolling his eyes like never before. Yet smirking, in a very “Bruce” way. Ah. Like father, like son.

“...”

Is your only answer.

You avoid his judging gaze, but did it in a way that was overdoing it, so he knew you were just pretending to be embarrassed haha. He rolled his eyes, and then takes out a walkie talkie and says :

“I found her Damdam, she’s in the West Wing near one of the drawing room. Over.”

“Ok, thanks little buddy, let’s meet up in the kitchen, over.”

“Ok cool, be right there, over.”

This little exchange made you smile, oh those two were very close. Well, all your children were close. But Damian and Thomas had a little something, because they were the youngest, and because Damian took to heart his big brother role. He was also the only one still living in the manor by that time, all your other children having their own place in Gotham, going to college or already working...a wave of nostalgia threatened to take over you, and you quickly thought of something else.

“Little buddy”, Damian called Thomas. Copying you for sure. How cute.

“Come on mommy, I’ll take you back to the kitchen. You can make us cookies then, yes ?”

“Of course my baby, any flavor you want.”

“Well Damian will surely want the white chocolate chip ones, so I’m good with those too.”

Thomas was such a sweet consilient boy. He didn’t really mind anything, and would follow you guys anywhere...as long as he could be with his family, and enjoy their presence, he just never minded.

He definitely had a stubborn and strong personality, but he was still oh so sweet. And nice. Even if he did mock you a lot for getting lost in your own home...

“Where did you get the walkies ?”

“Dick gave it to me last time he came, so we could cheat at hide and seek. Don’t tell Tim.”

You chuckle, imagining how nuts your kids would get because Dick always goddamn won...

Ah and of course Dick would give a talkie to his littlest brother. To be honest, Thomas reminded you of Dick in lots of ways.

They were both gentle, funny, sweet and nice...with outburst of anger and pride sometimes. Ah quite like Bruce too. You loved them all so damn much.

“Now come mom, I think dad will be home soon too ! We can watch a movie before the patrol ! With cookies !!”

You smile, and you take your son’s hand. Your youngest boy. Reminiscent of when Dick used to do this. All those years ago.

Reminiscent of a time you didn’t feel so weak...

(I’M SORRY I HAD TO ADD THIS LAST LINE FOR IT TO FIT IN THE WORLD I SORT OF MADE !! If you know you know).

And if you’re wondering who the hell Thomas is : Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Master of Diaper, How do you make babies ?, What it means to be a big brother - By Damian Wayne and After Batmom’s death)

Bonus : There’s a moment, in one of the video I watched, where the guy showing the house off is basically like : “You might think this is a beautiful dining room…but it’s not, it’s a breakfast room”, and I had random flashes of Alfred showing the manor to one of the kids, or even to Batmom as she first comes to the house, and him talking about the “breakfast room”, and the boys/Batmom just not being able to get over the fact there’s a room that exist just to eat breakfast in…(wait till they see the personal SPA floor uh). Only Damian would be like : “Tt. Only one breakfast room ?” XD. Anyway. I thought I shared, because it made me laugh to imagine how ridiculous Wayne Manor is. Wait worst, in one of the video the people living in it had a room bigger than my entire apartment that existed for the SOLE PURPOSE OF CUTTING BOUQUETS OF FRESH FLOWERS ??????? That I’m sure they wouldn’t have. I mean, a garden that Alfred would cherish, for sure. But...an entire room just to cut FRESH (the dude really put an emphasis on that) flowers...My guy...what...

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Ok the end. Hope you liked whatever my thoughts were on this Saturday night. I didn't put as much effort in this as I usually do and wrote it rather fast, hope it’s still ok, I just wanted to share a little something that wouldn't leave my head up until I finally wrote about it :).

PS : Also it’s all sort of a joke I thought about, I know most people would probably find their way after living for ages in the same place, but ah you get what I meant haha. Also I get lost in my own basement sometimes because of how the layout is, so ya know...hahaha.

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