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Bat Boy Headcanons Bed Partners

We are looking at the batboys as bed partners. Not necessary with a focus on NSFW themes, but they’re there.


Dick:

-Blanket. Hog.

-Say it one more time, all together now, this man is a blanket hog. After many a night waking with shivers and losing the battle to wrest a sliver of your bedspread to cover yourself (good God, what is his grip strength?), you begin to keep an old comforter at the end of the bed. When it’s time to sleep, if Dick happens to be staying over, you split the blankets in two. He can have the top sheet and the fluffy, fancy duvet. You’re fine curled up in the worn floral cotton cover that had been on your bed in girlhood. Warmth is warmth, Martha Stewart home-goods be damned.  

-The added comforter makes for awkward, bulky snuggling. You tried to maintain the post-coital sleep cuddles a handful of times, but with the burrowing nature of the sleeping Richard, spooning through the night was abandoned in favor of pressing your backs together. Most times, sex or no sex, you take a shower and emerge to find him curled under the fancy covers facing the wall. You know he’s not sleeping, but you both pretend. By the time you’ve gone for a shower, everything that needed saying was said. You creep into bed and settle in. Slowly, wordlessly, you inch together until the lengths of both your bodies are pressed tightly against one another. He even points his toes.

-Bless him.

-In the morning, fucking morning glory jostles you a few times before rolling his entire body weight over you to “squish you awake.” He chuckles and coos at your angry huffs and groans. Asshole.

-He makes you breakfast to make up for the squishing. Gross whole-grain related hot cereal breakfasts, but whatever. He didn’t hafta’ make it, and that’s what counts.

-You’re not a morning person, by nature. The inherent conflict between someone with your night owl tendencies and his cheery, perky, frighteningly sunny disposition before noon tends to cause friction. At least… you expected it to cause friction. In actuality, he’s just infectiously chipper? It’s hard to stay upset when your house smells like brown sugar and fresh fruit and he’s all smiley.

-Damn him.


Jason:

-This poor boy generates more heat than a top of the line WE radiator. We’re talking damp sheets and a bunched up comforter kicked to the foot of the bed every frickin’ night. You own pajamas. You used to sleep in pajamas. Now you’re too damn hot. Not in a fun, hot and bothered way. No. Hot in the “Jason, I swear to God, if you don’t get your heavy, sweaty arm off of me, I’m kicking you” sort of way.

-For the most part, he doesn’t really sleep. At least, you don’t think he does. He seems to nap in quick bursts, but will stay with you through the night without protest or excuse when asked.

-He sleeps so hard when he rarely slips past his usual doze to full unconsciousness that it doesn’t really matter what you say, nothing can be done. You are trapped in the crushing embrace of your sweaty boyfriend.

-At least he mostly smells good, cigarette breath aside.

-You like cuddling. Previous boyfriends had requested separate blankets or a pillow wall because, Jesus, you are a monster. What Jason does cannot be called cuddling. It’s huddling. He huddles you.

-Your back to his chest. One bicep under your neck and, somehow, that same forearm is positioned in a bar back over your chest so your cheek sits on his elbow. Is it still a headlock if done out of affection?

-You don’t know.

-The other arm gets tossed over your belly. It fastens your torsos together with a firm hold kept in place because he burrows that hand beneath your hip. When he takes deep breaths you’re sort of squeezed. It’s a happy turn of events that you aren’t claustrophobic.

-You’re not sure what happens to your legs. You’ve never managed a look down at them while being huddled. Suffice to say that they are not your own.

-When you absolutely have to extract yourself from him, a lot of squirming is involved. 100% honesty, you have elbowed him awake. You had half an hour before work and were dangerously close to pissing your scant pjs.

-Drastic times, yo.

-On the nights when he just naps, mornings are whatever. The huddling is not at DEFCON 1 levels of nuclear crisis, so you just slip out of bed with some wiggling and start getting ready for the day. Within 30-45 minutes, he drags himself out of bed and gloomily sucks down the coffee you offer to him.

-The morning of the elbowing incident he stayed in bed. You haven’t talked about it.

Tim:

-The first time you invited Tim over to stay the night, you tucked yourself in while he was hunched at the foot of your bed working on some big project for his company. When you woke up he… he was at the foot of your bed clacking away on that project. He had not moved. He had not slept.

-Like, thanks Edward. I totally invited you over so that you could watch me snore and drool on my pillow instead of fall into a similar state of vulnerable unconsciousness as a relationship building exercise.

-I’m not inviting you back.

-You do invite him back. You also impound his laptop, his tablet, and his smartphone after 11:30 and physically wrestle him into bed. He resists. Desperately.

·         “I have to finish that in the next  36 hours. I don’t have time for sleep.”

·         “But I’m working on a project for Bruce! I can’t stop until it’s finished.”

·         “I took a long nap today. I’m not sleepy.” (Spoken as he yawns.)

It almost reminds you of tucking your kid brother in when he was spoiled and four, but you don’t want your brain making those kinds of connections, and wait… what? No.

-He falls asleep in exactly 23 minutes. Yes, you timed it. If that’s creepy, you don’t care.

-Once actually bedded, Tim is a pretty ideal sleeping partner. No snoring. No copious drool. Mild mumbling here and there when repositioned. You even manage to arrange the both of you into one of those cute couples’ sleeping positions from the movies with your head all on his chest and his nose resting in your hair.

-It is comfortable for 10 minutes, then you move because your arm is asleep and your neck sort of hurts.

-When you wake up, he is gone. There is fresh coffee in your kitchen and also a note signed with the extremely professional full signature of Timothy Drake. You don’t know what to make of that, and honestly, the fact that it is sitting so neatly beneath a sloppily drawn heart doodle serving as the “sincerely” only serves to further confuse you at such an early hour.

-Nights with Tim are always one of these two options: he is up doing some ungodly thing on the internet or sleeping like a rock that somehow rises gracefully before the dawn and never, never wakes you up to say goodbye.

Damian (obviously, significantly older):

-He is surprisingly calm? You are a bundle of nerves strapped into the fourth pair of pajamas you tried on before leaving the closet, and he’s just standing there in pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt staring at you like, “What the hell took so long? Please tell me you know how to dress yourself by this age.”

-Every time it is like this. This is not the first time you have slept beside him, but you just want to tie yourself into a knot and die because, oh my GOD, why is he so  p r e t t y?  

-Your roles in this relationship are utterly reversed every time it comes down to crawling under some covers. Unfortunately, he even does awkward with more grace than you. Where he usually is painfully formal and stilted in old fashioned ways that amuse you to no end, you’re just like… a mess. A hot mess in blue striped pajamas brimming with nervous giggles and a distinct lack of eye contact.

-He insists that you sleep on the wall side. When you ask, horrified by a premonition of you crushing him in the middle of the night trying to scramble for the bathroom half-asleep, he patiently explains for the seventh time that he has made an honor-bound promise to protect you. You cannot sleep on the outer edge of the bed. If there were to be an assailant, they would have easy access to you while he was hindered by an inferior position deeper within the gully of the mattress.

-Yup. Used the exact words “gully of the mattress.”

-What were you worried about? He’s still your scrub. A pretty scrub, but an awkward scrub who cannot hold a conventional conversation in a bucket with a speech guide.

-When your strange, flighty demeanor calms into your more usual behavior, you settle in nicely. You both like sleeping on your back. He stretches one arm beneath your pillow, and you tuck neatly into his side.

-He is warm. Damian smells like soap and tea and something musky and mannish that isn’t indicative of cologne. It is a good smell, and you always sleep wonderfully when he stays over.        

Coffee-Stained Hearts

A/N: the ‘someone just spilled coffee all over me and my computer which had the only copy of my paper due in 15 minutes, and it seems like that someone might be the lead actor in my favourite show’ au that no one asked for

Her last assignment was due in 15 minutes. Lily could practically taste the freedom, could feel the summer months ahead. She sipped her coffee, hovering her mouse over the ‘send’ button. She took a deep breath, about to hit the button, when she heard the high-pitched sound of shoes sliding against the tile floor and all of the sudden her skin was burning - 

“What the hell!” Lily exclaimed, jumping up from her seat in the coffee shop, glaring at the person who had just spilled incredibly hot coffee all over her, her new dress and her computer. She did a double take, because it seemed to be that the asshole who had just ruined her day was the lead actor in her favourite show, The Marauders. But that didn’t matter now. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, immediately grabbing some napkins from the table and handing them to her. “I’m so so sorry.”

Under any other circumstances, it would be a dream to meet James Potter. Devilishly handsome, a phenomenal actor, relatively famous, and just generally a cute person, he was every girls dream. But not Lily’s, at least not at this moment.

Lily scowled, her eyes burning into him. And if looks could kill, well, let’s just say that there would be a lot of crying teenage girls all over the world.

“Say that to my computer. That was the only copy I had of my final English Lit  paper, that just happens to be due in 15 minutes.”

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Soul Mark Series (Part 1) Jason Todd x Reader

Y/N- Your name
L/N- Last name
A/N- anything surrounded by a large space is texts or receipt, anything else is the story

Warnings: food, alcohol, glass breaking


Ten years. You had waited ten years to meet your soulmate. On your 15th birtday, the sentence “It’s a burger, I’ve handled tougher things” appeared on your ribcage, in what looked like chicken scratch. Your parents had told you the legend of soulmates, the first thing they would ever say to you would show up on your skin in their handwriting on your 15th birtday. You had taken precaution when you became old enough to apply for a job. Once you turned 18, you began to work at any place that sold burgers. You worked at Banjo’s Boys for 3 and a half years with no luck, one of the best burger joints in Gotham City and no one said the words on your ribcage.

At 21, you began working at Bangin’ Burgers and Beer as a bartender and waitress. You were paid well, you could afford your 1 and a half bedroom apartment with some money left over to support some activities you wanted to do in your spare time. You had worked at Triple B for 4 years now and tonight was the debut of the Bangin’ Beast Burger, a half pound burger with tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, and about every other condiment you could think of. With a side of fries or a salad, of course, for morales.

It was around 8:20pm at Triple B, the busiest time of night and with the new Bangin’ Burger deal all the regulars brought their buddies or families. You had served at least 10 of the Bangin’ Beast Burgers with no luck of hearing those seven words. You had just finished with table 6 when you went back to the hostess stand to clear out the reservation from the previous party. The following party was sitting on a bench on their phones. You recognized them as one of your regulars, Tim Drake. He came in every other day and ordered the double cheeseburger and a water, every single time. You two became friends overtime because he’s been doing so for the past year and a half.

“Tim, I see you’ve brought guests this time around.” You walked to him with three menus for the older gentlemen, your head cocked to the side with a welcoming smile for Tim and his friends.

“Y/N! Fancy seeing you here! Are you going to be our waitress for tonight?” Tim said as he got up from there bench and hugged you.

“Yeah, you guys here for the Bangin’ Beast Burger?

“Yeah, one of us is.” Tim nodded over to the taller of the three men. He had jet black hair with a white steak in the front. He was slouching and staring intensely at his phone. He was very handsome, that was obvious. The last man was wearing a deep blue shirt and black dress pants with matching shoes.

“Hi there, I’m Dick.” He smiled at you then nudged the remaining man. You thought he seemed like an ass so you began to show them to their table without an introduction. They all sat down and you brought the three of them water while delivering a smile to Tim as an inside joke. You set down the menus and told them you’d be back in a few for their drinks.

You waited on your other tables, most of whom left a generous tip because you were such a great waitress. You were helping set up silverware for the next party with your coworker when they said, “Whitey over there is pretty cute, huh?”

“Whitey?” You chuckled.

“The hottie over there with the white in his hair.” They said, bumping your shoulder so you’d look at him.

“Yeah, I guess. In certain lighting.” You replied

“Should I ask him out?” They asked you.

“Do what you want, all I want from him is his drink order right now.” You said as you finished up the silverware and returned to table 6.

“Okay, so what’ll you be having tonight? You asked with your notepad ready. You noticed that “Whitey” was missing from the inner seat of the round table.

“Where’s what’s his face?” You asked, pointing your pen towards the empty seat.

“Jason had to take a phone call outside, something about his job.” Dick said while looking at Tim.

“Okay, Tim, did you want your usual?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks Y/N.” Tim smiled at you as you wrote down “The Tim” on your notepad. Some of the chefs knew Tim as well as you did so they knew what to make.

“Dick, what’re you having tonight?”

“I’m gonna have the Blue Cheese Banger with a beer, thanks.” He folded his menu and took Tim’s and handed them to you.

“And this ‘Jason’ will have the Bangin Beast Burger, I recall? How about his drink?” You asked while writing down “BBB.”

“Let’s get him a beer.” Dick said with a wicked smirk.

“Sounds delicious. I’ll be back with your drinks in a few then your burgers.” You smiled and walked off. When you returned a minute later, you saw that Jason was still on the phone and not there to drink his beer.

“Where is he? His beer’ll get warm.” You asked and flipped the tray under your arm.

“It’s an important call, I guess.” Tim said, looking slightly worried.

“His loss.” You shrugged and walked to wait on your other tables.

Jason was finally at the table when you returned with three burgers, the BBB weighing down the tray. You saw as Tim rubbed his hands together in anticipation and as Dick produced a wide smile. Jason, however, had finally detached his eyes from his phone when he saw the BBB. His deep ocean blue eyes shined with anticipation, Jason was ready for that burger. He rolled up his sleeves and you continued to eye him with curiosity.

“You sure you can take it all in?” You asked with the now empty tray swung under your arm.

“It’s a burger, I’ve handled tougher things.” He responded, his words becoming more drawn out as he looked up at you equally as slow as his words.

It was Jason. Whitey had said the words on your ribcage. You quickly glanced at Tim and Dick who were way too deep into their burgers to notice you and Jason staring at each other with wonder. Your soulmate stuck out his hand for you to shake and you reached out to do it when a clatter erupted behind you forcing you to revoke your hand. The new guy had dropped a tray full of beers for a table of frat boys, 30 fucking pilsners of beer. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Jason.

“I’m sorry, it’s a busy night. I get off at midnight, can we talk then?”

“Uh, yeah, what’s your name?” Jason asked before you could run over to the glass catastrophe. He was staring at you with hidden adornment.

“It’s Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N! The frat boys!” You took your hand back when you heard your name being called. The already drunk frat boys were approaching the new guy cleaning up the shards of glass. You threw your tray to the side and got in between them.

“Alright boys, go sit down! We’ll have this cleaned up and the next round of beers is at student price. How about that?” You shouted with your arms in the air. In unison, the frat boys shouted praises. But you were just planning on giving them 30 more pilsners but charging them 50 cents more per drink. Each single pilsner was $3.50 so by end of the night, assuming they would order 4 more trays full, you’d get a $96 tip. Not too shabby. You hoped Jason would wait that long.

The remaining hours of your shift included diving into pockets of black-out drunk frat boys and calling their sober pals to come pick them up. You had another waiter take care of some of your tables because a party of 17 came in for a birthday party and took up all of your time. It was 1:27AM when you closed up and you had made $659 in tips, some of the tips weren’t 20% like they should be but, hey, you were still tipped. You sat sat slumped in the inside of table six going over your receipts when you saw familiar handwriting at the bottom of one with a $250 tip (you had gone through the receipts earlier to calculate your tips).

Total: 41.25

Tip: $250

Signature: Jason Todd
xxx-xxx-xxxx

Can’t wait that long, I work nights. Call me though? We should talk.

You had forgotten that you told Jason to wait up for you. It was too late, he had gone to work and you couldn’t text him now. Damn! Luckily, you had the day off because you had been chosen as employee of the month and had every weekend off this month. You decided to call him tomorrow but send a text tonight so he could know your number.

You returned home at 2:00AM with a slammed door, a rickety back, and a headache. You showered and went to bed in a over sized black cotton-tee and underwear with your hair in a messy bun. You grew comfortable in your King sized bed and before you went to sleep, you texted the number Jason had left.


Y/N- Hey, it’s Y/N. I’m going to bed now but if you want to meet somewhere and talk, just know I have the weekend off and can meet anytime. Goodnight Jason :)


You looked out your window to see the ever familiar Bat Signal and black figures jumping roof tops to halt whatever crime the universe had chosen to take place that night.

Beca Mitchell’s Tickets

Beca was sitting on her computer chair, busy throwing and catching her stress ball in the air while Chloe was lying down on Beca’s bed, scrolling through the digital contents of her laptop when, “Hey Becs, remember the Planetarium opening downtown?” the redhead asks her best friend and Beca looks at her unbelievingly. Of course she knows. They’ve been talking about it for three months. It was part of their bucket list since they were already graduating.

They’ve visited all the planetariums they could. It would always be part of their out of town itinerary and most times, they’d settle for the ‘tiny-starry-room’ in Barden. Planetariums have always been their thing. Just theirs. These are the moments Chloe Beale treasures the most. The moments when it would just be her and Beca.

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The Ultimate Crossover Between Hip Hop and Anime

For me Hip Hop and Anime is life and when you mix those two elements together it creates a something that is nothing less then dope. Not to long ago while searching thru my IG page I came across one of the best art works I have seen in years.

So after a few minutes of searching I found the man behind the jutsu.

Jordan Charles or better known by his pen Name Peezey. We spoke with Peezy about Hip Hop and Anime , his online success  and influences.


IHHR: What was the first Anime you ever watched?

Peezy: Tenchi Muyo! I remember coming home from school, turning on Cartoon Network and see this odd looking cartoon. Then I remember seeing titties damn near popping out here and there. My young my mind was confused and didn’t know what kind of cartoon this was. However, I slowly began to adapt over time. I started reading Naruto before watching Tenchi Muyo, but at the time I didn’t know what manga and anime styled cartoons were. I just though comics were comics, and cartoons were cartoons.

IHHR: What was the first thing you have ever drawn?

Peezy: I’ve been drawing all of my life. So I can’t remember way back to the beginning. But I’ll always remember the story my family always tells to me and others. My mom said I would draw things way beyond the level of my peers back in preschool. While the other kids were drawings scribbles, I would draw people, animals, and vehicles. So the first thing I remember drawing is a firetruck. But my mom said shortly after starting preschool I started drawing scribbles instead of the normal objects I would draw. She assumes it’s because I saw what the other kids were drawing and thought what I was drawing wasn’t “right” so I began to copy them to fit in.

IHHR: Goes with the saying that kids have impressionable minds. Do you have any influences?

Peezy: Many influences! Every creative has them. By trade, I’m anarchitectural designer working towards getting licensed. And as you know, I do illustrations and anime/manga based works on the side. So my influences are a bit split. But in the realm of anime/manga I’ve been influenced heavily by Akira Toriyama, Masashi Kishimoto, Tatsuyuki Tanaka, Satoshi Kon, Hayao Miyazaki, and Takashi Murakami to name the ones at the top of my head. But I’m also influenced daily by the art I see people post on Tumblr. People way better than I am in terms of skill and technique. I only hope to progress and grow and hopefully be able to look back at my work and say I’m better now.

IHHR: What gave you the genius Idea of the Naruto Crossover illustrations?

Peezy: Man, I’m not sure of the exact occurrence of the revelation, but I remember thinking about the Kendrick and Cole album. I was like “Yo, will this mess ever drop?”. During my brief moment of anger and desire for the artist’s collab, a bulb went off in my head to make a short manga with Kendrick and Cole. I figured that would appease me for the moment. However, as life always does, it reminded that I don’t have the time for that. Since comics take time in general to do seriously (and I wanted to do a serious one) I had to come up with an alternative. So I eventually just made Kendrick and Cole Naruto characters. They were the first.

IHHR: So lets say That Cole and Kendrick had a battled as Shinobi who would pick to win?

Peezy: That’s not fair man. I hate being forced into these scenarios. Well if I take a step back to try and quickly assess each one as shinobi right off rip I would see Kendrick being extremely versatile (as he is as a musician). This is part of the reason I made him Sasuke and further more an Uchiha. This isn’t suggesting that Kendrick “copies” like an Uchiha but that he can utilize multiple flows the same way that an Uchiha can utilize multiple techniques. 


Cole is more direct, less use of symbolism and metaphoric veils so in this token I see him as Naruto. But that wasn’t the question, you want to know who would win. Man, it could end up just like Sasuke and Naruto. Both going at it and both suffering the same injuries resulting in a draw. If a winner had to be chosen and there couldn’t be a draw, in a shinobi world, I think Kendrick might have that W. I think versatility would go far in the ninja world. Also, Kendrick’s home village would be notorious in the ninja world for its harsh environment and coming up out of there alive would be an achievement within itself.

IHHR: Did you expect such a big response to your work?

Peezy: Not at all. It was all purely for my enjoyment, which is why I didn’t put my signature on it initially. I didn’t even post it online right away. After I came up with the Cole and Kendrick versions I showed them to a friend asked what he thought. After getting praise from him I continued adding characters to the list. Eventually I had enough to just post them in bulk. So I posted them to my Twitter first, trying to get the attention of one of the artists. No one bit. It didn’t get any traction really other than a few re tweets and favorites/likes. A few months passed and I decided to come back to Tumblr (since I took a nice break). As soon as I posted the pic on Tumblr, it took off.

IHHR: I actually saw your first pic on Cudi’s IG and I flipped! Have any other artist re tweeted or responded to your work?

Peezy: Lupe re tweeted it not too long ago! I was too geeked. It wasn’t from my page though, it was from someone else s page. I tried to hit him up like “Yoo! That was me!”. But my tweet got drowned out in the midst of everyone’s responses. I was pissed at first that he didn’t know it was from me but it’s all good, it’s still cool knowing he saw the work.

IHHR: Damn still dope and Lupe is a smart dude so I am sure he knows whats up. So who do you listen too?

Peezy: My current playlist has Cole and Kendrick, of course, Vince Staples, Earl Sweatshirt, Jay Rock, Lupe, Joe Budden, Bad Meets Evil, Obie Trice, Kanye, DMX, Cozz, Bas, Big Sean, Ryhmefest, Childish Gambino, Fabolous, Chamillionaire, MF DOOM, Frank Ocean, Schoolboy Q, Chance the Rapper, D12, Jay Z, Nas, Pusha T, Outkast, Cudi, A$AP Rocky, The Weeknd, Bryson Tiller, Young Dro, Jadakiss, and Sisqo (Don’t judge me. That Unleash The Dragon has a hold on me)

IHHR: Lol Sisqo had some lo key jams so you good. We discussed before the interview my issues with some of the the choices..Like desecrating my beloved Orochimaru..Have you been getting any negative feedback?

Peezy: LOL Desecrating! But yes, like you, others have not been happy with some of the choices I’ve made. I’ve been called an idiot more times than I can count. Some people wanted Fetty Wap to be Kakashi, Bronson to be Choji, Hopsin to be eradicated from the images all together yet alone be classified as the genius Neji, etc. I try to stress to people that I’m not making scientific decisions with the choices, it’s all for fun. Some people have more similarities with this pairs and others only share surface level similarities.

But because of some of the disagreements I actually wanna do multiple versions of some characters. That way the people that wanted to see alternative versions can. (As a side comment, I was surprised to see how many people didn’t know who the rappers were at all - like Gambino and Earl. It wasn’t a matter of recognition because I had the titles of each character listed, but people genuinely didn’t know who they were as musicians. A lot of people didn’t know who PaRappa was as well.)

IHHR: How long does it take to create your illustrations

Peezy: It all depends on the characters. Some characters are very easy if they have easily identifiable traits. But some artists are a bit harder to get the resemblance down so I’ll probably spend a lot of time on something small like eyes trying to get the resemblance to show. On average though, it’ll take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. So not terribly long at all.

IHHR: Would you consider ever doing a manga or comic?

Peezy: Hell yeah! The only thing I need is time. If you read stories about how long it takes the pro mangaka to complete their works it’s insane. But even they have assistants. They have someone working on tones, someone working on backgrounds, someone working on characters, etc. So if someone came to me with a proposal like “Yo, if I give you X amount of cash and a few assistants, would you produce your manga?” I would be on it. I have a few ideas already locked in the chamber.

IHHR: Do you take request and do you sell any of your prints

Peezy: I do take requests! But everything is determined by the amount of free time at the moment. So if I’m good on time, I’m all over requests. But if I’m busy then I’ll be a little reluctant. I let every know at the time though when they ask. And at the moment I have a few prints available for sell here: https://society6.com/robopeezy I think I’m going to start handling the prints myself though in the near future to cut out the middle man.

IHHR: So what will be your next cross over or project?

Peezy: I haven’t quite decided yet - I’ve gotten a lot of requests for One Piece, Bleach and DBZ. I think I’m leaning toward DBZ just because I don’t follow One Piece and Bleach as closely as I would like to for crossover material. Or there’s always the option of dividing the focus and instead of focusing on one series mix it up with multiple series. I’ll have to decide eventually.

Stardust

Summary: HS AU. Dan is not a writer. Dan just likes to look at the stars and listen to the river move and hang out with his best friend Phil. He’s not a writer, but somehow, writing changes everything.

Words: 6,000

Disclaimer: The Dan and Phil I write about are to be seen as characters and not the real deal (soz).

((also tw for alcohol stay safe lovelies xx))

ps dan’s writing is in lower case for the most part 

xxxxx

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