wills nightmare

Any DC property is a PR nightmare nowadays and sure they love to set themselves on fire

Like I still wanna work in DC as comics/animation/director whatever, but I fear the moment I turn around I’m gonna have 5 people whitewashing my Riddler and other 10 making everything ‘no homo’ and another 35 making sure every single drawing I make is hit by the light just well enough that everybody looks white. But you know, its just how the light in that panel is.

The relationship between misogyny and romance: a SJM study

Why female desire* isn’t problematic, but A Court of Thorns and Roses is.

In which I wade into an issue in depth, praying that the flame war gods do not strike me down.

**Please note that this essay discusses only the misogynist elements of SJM’s writing in the ACOTAR series. There are obviously other problematic elements that require acknowledgement, but this is the one I feel confident in addressing. I haven’t read any of ACOWAR yet.** 

*also, female desire in this instance refers to the desire of the presumed female reader of romance. The reading of romance and YA is obviously not exclusive to women, although a lot of the assumptions of SJM’s work ascribe to the concept of a binary gender.

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anonymous asked:

For your ficlet prompt-how would Hannibal respond to Will's nightmares? Thank you!

This has been sitting in my drafts for going on two years. If you’re still around nonny, I hope you enjoy. <3

Will’s monster-shaped dreams pulled him under, crushing him beneath the weight of black water. The ocean was like fire on his tongue. Creatures made of blood and bone emerged from the depths to devour.

Will woke panting, skin dripping and sticking to the sheets. A silent scream lodged in his throat. Hannibal stirred beside him, placed a hand over his racing heart.

“Another nightmare?”

Will reached over and clicked on the bedside lamp. He swiped his damp hair back from his brow. “Yeah,” he sighed.

“Come here,” Hannibal said, pulling Will into his arms. “Tell me.”

Will nestled into Hannibal’s chest, listening to the gentle, steady ticking of his heart. “Same as before. The water…”

“Be still, now. Try to slow your breathing.” Hannibal rubbed circles into Will’s back with his palm. “Listen to my heart. The sound of my voice. Are you listening?”

“Yes,” Will said. Hannibal’s voice spread through his body with warmth and rapture.

“Tell me the time. Where you are. Who you are.”

Entirely unwilling to open his eyes or move Will said, “I can’t see the clock.”

“Just the last two then.”

Will inhaled deep. His breathing had begun to slow. “I’m in Havana, Cuba. My name is Will Graham.”

“You’re here with me. Nothing can hurt you.”

Will smirked. “To be fair, you could hurt me.”

Hannibal pressed a kiss into Will’s hair. “But I won’t.”

“I know you won’t.”

Will lay listening to Hannibal’s heart, blood pumping between chambers, the sound of life filling his lungs and releasing again. Outside, a gentle wind rustled branches beneath a moonless sky.

“Rebirths are often painful,” Hannibal said after a long silence. “Your dreams are forcing you to deal with a trauma you’d rather not address in waking life.”

“And what exactly does my subconscious hope to gain from making me revisit this trauma, doctor?”

Will craned his neck to gaze up at Hannibal. He was smiling down with soft eyes. “Perhaps its hoping for you to take control.”

“Take control of a nightmare?”

“Yes.”

Will propped himself up on an elbow to meet Hannibal’s gaze. “Fight the dream monsters? Tell them very firmly to leave me alone?”

“Your mind is capable of many things some might deem impossible.”

“That’s not exactly something I can control.”

Hannibal caressed Will’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Then rest with the knowledge that if you never defeat the monsters in your dreams, you’ll wake to me right here, beside you.”

Will took Hannibal into his arms then, pulling him into a deep and aching kiss. Tasting Hannibal on his tongue, Will knew his dreams were certain to be sweet.

Closeness Questions
  1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?
  2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?
  3. Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you’re going to say? Why?
  4. What would constitute a perfect day for you?
  5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?
  6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you choose?
  7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?
  8. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?
  9. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?
  10. Take four minutes and tell you partner your life story in as much detail as possible.
  11. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained one quality or ability, what would it be?
  12. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
  13. Is there something that you’ve dreamt of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?
  14. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
  15. What do you value most in a friendship?
  16. What is your most treasured memory?
  17. What is your most terrible memory?
  18. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?
  19. What does friendship mean to you?
  20. What roles do love and affection play in your life?
  21. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?
  22. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?
  23. Complete this sentence “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”
  24. Share an embarrassing moment in your life.
  25. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?
  26. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?
  27. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?
  28. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?
  29. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?
  30. If you could choose the sex and physical appearance of your soon-to-be-born child, would you do it?
  31. Would you be willing to have horrible nightmares for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth?
  32. While on a trip to another city, your spouse/lover meets and spends a night with an exciting stranger. Given that they will never meet again, and could never otherwise learn of the incident, would you want your partner to tell you about it?
Nightmares

1K. No warnings, Angst/Fluff/Comfort. Based off of a prompt sent in to @drabblewatch

“"How about a drabble of Hanzo being comforted by s/o after waking up from a nightmare and having a panic attack?“

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12053109


With the biggest blight of his past being Genji’s death, an educated guess as to what Hanzo’s nightmares are about would be about that night. While those are in no short supply, that’s not always the case. More often than not, his nightmares are about the pressures on the clan. About the paralyzing fear of being a disappointment, and the consequences that would come with that.  The hypothetical weight of the empire that felt physical and crushing. No matter how many years pass, Hanzo’s nightmares will never allow him to forget how that felt.

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five times kissed

first, he touches your jaw and you think that this is the end. that you pushed him so far over the edge that he’s finally breaking. but then you see something in his eyes,  a spark, a realization, and suddenly that cool concrete doesn’t feel as cold as it had before. he leans in, stealing your lips like the breathe of a hurricane; and by the time he is done you are left trying to gather the pieces of you he stole, but as he walks away you can still feel the way his teeth dragged your bottom lip.

then he kisses you in the rain. you are soaked to the bone and his touch leaves a fire in their wake across your skin, and you are suffocating - breathing him all in. Because one minute he’s here and one minute he’s gone, like the storm you so desperately chase - and as he pulls away you fold your hands into the collar of his shirt to beg him to stay. You’ll take his sunshine and his damage, too.

One night you find him shaking into his hands, willing the pain and nightmare away. He begs you to go and pushes you away every time you touch his face, and it hurts you to see him falling apart against your shoulder. Even the strongest of pillars fall, and as he crashes he pulls you down, tear soaked kiss against your lips as he forgets for just a moment how broken he really is. You hold his face, until like the storm outside the window - he calms, and his fingers find your hair. It’s not the way you wanted it, to taste like sadness and regret- but you’re too lost now and you fall back against the carpet, trying to help him love again.

He tells you about the time he thought he had it all, standing on top Of the world. His face lights up like a child and his fingers squeeze yours in the dim evening glow. He tells you the good, the bad, and the dark - and you love him until the sun no longer rises each and every day. He thanks you with a kiss, soft, innocent. It makes you dizzy and your toes curl and you almost tell him you love him.

Last, he pulls through the crowd, the people, the sirens. His voice is the only thing you recognize with the ringing of your ears. He says your name like a prayer, scopes your body like an antique canvas; and when you say his name he steals your breathe away with his lips… Because he thought you were gone, taken away. You whisper against his lips, find the courage behind a tongue, and he pulls away just long enough to suck in the air he had stolen.

But he Looks at you like you’re the sun and the moon, the stars, the only thing in this world he ever needed. And you say it again, in case he hadn’t heard you.

      the crazy thing is ….  he loves you too.

Stay The Night - Final Chapter (Kragdu + Guardians, NSFW)

Mantis is disconcertingly quiet at the breakfast table. It spooks everyone – Drax most of all. He lets out a low deadly rumble, of the sort that portends thunderstorms, and stomps towards her and Yondu’s room.

“Aw hell,” mutters Kraglin, and scurries after. Quill flanks him. Gamora, scowling, Rocket, chortling, and Mantis, wringing her hands, all follow. (Meanwhile, Nebula exchanges glances with a yawning Groot and helps herself to seconds.) They reach the cabin to find Drax up against the portal with a freshly-welded arrow teasing his jugular. 

Quill stomps forwards. “Dammit, Yondad - Yondu. Fuck. I thought we were all playing nice!”

Yondu either doesn’t hear that slip, or elects not to for the sake of his sanity. “He fuckin’ started it!”

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so after this awesome art and some pushing…

Shepard woke with a sharp intake of breathe, her heart hammering in her chest, hands clenching on the sheets as she took in the area around her, she was on the Normandy, in her cabin, not in the Lazarus station, Miranda wasn’t opening her up.

Her vice grip on the sheets eased as she registered Garrus snoring by her side, Garrus who would never let Cerberus get their hands on her if he could help it. She turned on her side, watching the one of her loves with his mouth opened as he had half-sunk into the mattress, the yield of the fabric creating an almost cocoon around him.

The sound of the her shower running made her relax even further, knowing Nihlus was nearby even if he was absent from her bed, it didn’t matter, not really, as much as she adored him, Nihlus had other duties to attend to, courtesy of the Council; falling asleep cocooned between the two men was a treat she indulged in as much as she could and not only because of their nights of passion - though their teamwork was incredible, bordering on legendary.

She loved them both, so much it was almost scary.

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How-to-Really-Know-Someone Questions Tag!
  1. How do you feel about birthdays?
  2. Do you believe in fate?
  3. What do you think when a band/artist “sells out”?
  4. What do you think of fans and fandoms?
  5. Any specific personality traits you would like to see in your life partner?
  6. Should parents be their child’s friends?
  7. What do you think of doctor-assisted suicide?
  8. Have you ever blown your top? Why?
  9. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
  10. You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. What do you do?
  11. If you could paint a picture of any scenery you’ve seen before, what would you paint?
  12. In the case of prevention of overpopulation, should some people be prohibited from reproducing?
  13. You discover that because of a mix-up at the hospital, your wonderful one-year-old child is not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try to correct the mistake?
  14. Have you ever seen a person, an animal, or something else die? How did you feel about it?
  15. What is the most drastic thing you’ve done?
  16. What are your favorite movies?
  17. What is your favorite body part?
  18. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
  19. How important is music in your life?
  20. How would you describe your father in four words?
  21. If you were to change one thing about your physical appearance, what would it be?
  22. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
  23. What is your favorite kind of flower and why?
  24. What do you think about the death penalty?
  25. What is your ideal day?
  26. How thin/fat, small/large, tall/short are you compared to your peers?
  27. If you were a book, what would it be?
  28. Have you ever seen a dead person before? How did you feel about it?
  29. Which is worse, failing or never trying?
  30. Have you ever taken care of a sick person?
  31. Who are the people who have influenced you?
  32. Which of the four cardinal virtues do you embody the most?
  33. What are some things you like about your sibling?
  34. Would you save an extremely talented musician who has the influence to promote good values for the world or a pregnant woman in a situation where it is certain you must choose one over the other?
  35. If you could choose the sex and physical appearance of your soon-to-be-born child, would you do it?
  36. What would it take someone to make you feel really fulfilled?
  37. Do you daydream a lot? What do you daydream about?
  38. If you were at a friend’s house for Thanksgiving dinner and you found a dead cockroach in the salad, what would you do?
  39. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
  40. Do you look like any celebrities?
  41. What activities do you enjoy?
  42. Would you place education as a top priority?
  43. If you had a Death Note, would you use it?
  44. How do you feel about your gender? Does the normal male/female suit you? How much do you act like your supposed sex/gender?
  45. What things have made you cry in the past?
  46. Complete this sentence “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”
  47. Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
  48. Who was your best teacher in school? What did you learn? What would they say about you?
  49. How would you like affection to be displayed to you?
  50. Do you think someone could love more than one person at once?
  51. When did you start discovering your own music taste? What was it?
  52. When you have 30 minutes of free-time, how do you pass the time?
  53. If you could use a voodoo doll to hurt anyone you chose, would you?
  54. If you could learn to do anything, what would it be?
  55. What is your greatest accomplishment so far?
  56. Describe the ultimate hell.
  57. What is one event that has impacted your life for good? For bad?
  58. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
  59. Describe the ultimate paradise/heaven.
  60. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
  61. What do you think about following your dreams? Are you following your dreams?
  62. How would you like to die?
  63. Are you able to kill animals? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
  64. What is your favorite time of day/day of the week/month of the year?
  65. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?
  66. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
  67. What do you feel guilty about?
  68. What do you believe makes a successful life?
  69. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
  70. While parking late at night, you slightly scrape the side of a Porsche. You are certain no one else is aware of what happened. The damage is minor and would be covered by insurance. Would you leave a note?
  71. What is the one thing that you love the most about yourself?
  72. Would you try smoking? Alcohol? Why?
  73. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
  74. Would you try drugs? What kind? Why?
  75. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
  76. If you could be any fictional character, who would you choose?
  77. What’s the first thing that compels you to an individual?
  78. Who are your closest friends and why are you friends with them?
  79. Do you like having children around you?
  80. If you could throw any kind of party, what would it be like and what would it be for?
  81. Would you be willing to have horrible nightmares for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth?
  82. Would you like to be famous? In what way?
  83. Define a “friend”.
  84. What are some risky sports/activities you would want to try? Why?
  85. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
  86. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?
  87. What would you name the autobiography of your life?
  88. What was the most cherished memory that you had growing up with your mother?
  89. Where do you stand on religion and why?
  90.  
  91. How do you deal with stress?
  92. How do you feel about being alone while eating lunch at school? What about a whole day alone?
  93. What are your favorite books?
  94. Would you save an extremely talented musician (whom you like) who has the influence to promote good values for the world or your father in a situation where it is certain you must choose one over the other?
  95. How similar are you and your sibling in personality? Appearance?
  96. Have you ever woken in the middle of the night and done something apart from going back to sleep?
  97. What music do you like but do not identify with (guilty pleasures)
  98. How do you feel about parties?
  99. Can you sing seriously in a nonmusical situation?
  100. What music do you like and identify with?
  101. How easily seasick/carsick/airsick/elevatorsick are you?
  102. What are your pet peeves?
  103. Read anything interesting lately?
  104. How do you display your affection?
  105. When you get home from work, what would you like someone close to you to do or say in the first few minutes?
  106. Do you get along with people who are from different backgrounds?
  107. If you were to change one thing about your personality, what would it be?
  108. What is the most drastic thing you’ve thought of doing?
  109. How attractive are you in comparison to your peers?
  110. If you could influence people like a celebrity does, how would you use it for the benefit of the planet?
  111. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
  112. Have you ever done any charitable acts?
  113. When you were young, what was the thing that you wanted to be when you grew up? Why?
  114. What should you never say, even in anger and frustration?
  115. What would constitute a perfect day for you?
  116. What do you like to do in your spare time/on weekends?
  117. How do you feel about having kids one day?
  118. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
  119. Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
  120. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?
  121. If you learned that a good friend has AIDS, would you avoid him? What if your brother or sister had AIDS?
  122. What makes you cry?
  123. What do you think about sports?
  124. How and when are abortions okay?
  125. If you were sure you could not fail, what would you attempt to do?
  126. What were you like as a child? How would your parents or other people describe you as a child?
  127. What would you give up for lent?
  128. What do you appreciate most about your life?
  129. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
  130. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?
  131. Who are your heroes/idols and why?
  132. If you were to win $10 million, what would you do with all that money?
  133. Would you still be a relationship with someone who cheated on you?
  134. How do you think your family environment growing up has affected you as a person?
  135. If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?
  136. Which of the seven cardinal sins do you embody the most?
  137. If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
Phan: Those Who Trust - Part 31

Wordcount: 2.1k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: past non-con and abuse
Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.
Beta: legendarygalaxydragon
A/N: Hope you enjoy. :) x

|| Masterpost ||

“Oh.“

A soft sound that carried so much meaning. Phil knew. Phil knew that Dan was hard. Phil had felt it, and there was no way denying it, and somehow it felt like the room had started spinning, everything surrounding them was a blurry mess.

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It’s okay. You’re okay.

Every ones in a while, I still can see

Your blue eyes searching a way to be free

I had the sketch to this idea already at monday but just now came to finish it. The goal was to show Will’s special mind place in the river a bit differently. Still peaceful but more…free spirited? Of course the stag is not far away even there (not sure what I did with the colours though.. do they function or is it just too late in the night already? ._.“)

Nothing more than dreams, my love

My contest entry for @angbangmarchmadness. I went off the prompt for ‘nightmares.’


Mairon’s eyes flickered open, his half-asleep gaze roving across the room. Something was amiss. He looked about as best he could from his place in the bed, not wanting to move from the warm embrace of the bed covers and his husband. His senses stretched beyond the bed, and though something had woken him, all seemed fine. He shrugged it off, resigning that all was normal, and settled in to go back to sleep.

He had laid there no more than ten seconds before he heard an almost pained whimper echo around the room. His eyes snapped open as he half-way sat up, turning to look at his husband.

Melkor let out another whine, his face contorted in a grimace. Irmo’s dreams plagued him, and they had only gotten worse recently. Mairon turned and leaned over him, feeling his laboured breathing and erratic heartbeat. Strange things they were, he thought at times. How simple functions of a mortal body are so easily disturbed. He brushed the hair out of Melkor’s face, feeling a slight cold sweat on his brow. Melkor flinched at the touch, not yet waking from his nightmares.

Mairon leaned down, whispering soothing words into his ear , “Shh you’re fine, my dear one,” he whispered whilst rubbing his head, “It’s just a dream. Listen to my voice, I’m right here.”

Melkor unconsciously shifted closer to Mairon, his his mind subliminally comforted by his husband’s voice. Mairon held him close, willing the nightmares to leave his lover alone.

Melkor jerked awake, his hands grasping at Mairon’s body learning over his. His eyes roved wildly about before settling on the Maia’s face, a deep sigh of relief leaving his lips as he relaxed back onto the bed. He gathered Mairon in his arms, burying his face in the bright copper tresses he loved so much, his shaky breath disturbing them every few seconds.

Mairon laid in his arms, waiting for Melkor to pull himself away from his nightmares enough to talk. After a few moments of silence broken only by shaken breaths, Melkor’s grip relaxed enough that Mairon could move enough to see his face. Mairon gazed into his husband’s far off dark eyes, fear still lingering in them. “What is it, my love?” he asked softly, running his fingers through the Vala’s wild, raven hair.

Melkor let out a shuddering breath, his dark, sapphire eyes finally re-focusing on Mairon’s shimmering gold ones. “I.. I saw you..” he stuttered, “Laying on the battlefield… Eonwë standing over you, your hair crimson with blood… I tried to call out to you, but you wouldn’t respond…” he took a shuddering breath and pulled Mairon back down into an embrace, “Don’t leave me, my precious one.”

Mairon wrapped his arms around his husband, feeling the fear and pain coming from him in waves. He levered himself back up to look into Melkor’s eyes, “Dear, these dreams mean nothing. I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed a kiss to Melkor’s forehead, “Go back to sleep, I will stay by your side all night and unto the end of the world.” Mairon kissed him again “Good night, my dearest one.”

Melkor pulled Mairon down into a kiss, “Good night, my precious lover.” He settled back into their bed, Mairon tucked against his side, his nightmares held at bay for a time.


WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M FORESHADOWING MY DAGOR DAGORATH HEADCANONS NOOOOO

gemini terminal

‘verse: 2k12

Characters: Michelangelo, Raphael

Episode tag: “Riddle of the Ancient Aeons”

Summary: Mikey isn’t the one who needs comforting after his last near-death experience—but what else is new?

Note: Named after the Gemini twins Pollux and Castor, because theirs is one of my favorite stories in the entirety of Greek mythology, and because it isn’t hard for me to see Raph and Mikey in them if I try. My title makes sense, shh.


It’s whole days later that Mikey’s door slides open, and closer to morning than midnight, but a tiny intuitive part of his brain must have been ready for it, because he’s already blinking himself awake. Bright light spills into his tight quarters for a few seconds before it’s gone again, and someone makes their way to the side of his bed on silent feet.

He rubs his eyes and tries not to yawn, shifting under his heavy blanket and scooting over until his shell is pressed against the wall. The cot sinks as a new weight settles in the space he made, and cool air slips beneath the comforter as it’s lifted and resettled; Mikey opens his mouth to complain—he’d been so cozy—but a warm arm makes up for it a second later, wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him forward a few inches, until he’s snug against a plastron, and tucked firmly under a chin.

Well, this is much better. It’s familiar, and reminds him of home in a way not a lot of things do anymore, and he smiles a little bit in the dark. He squirms, fixing the position of a leg and his head on the pillow, then sighs in content.

He isn’t really expecting words to fill the comfortable silence, because sometimes they don’t, but all the same, he isn’t unprepared for it when a rough voice mutters, “I hate space.”

“Nah, space is cool,” Mikey says without missing a beat, because it is. His eyes are closed again, too heavy to keep open, and his voice drifts all sleeplike; but he and his brother are so close there’s no way his words get lost. “We’ve done a boatload of cool stuff. You’ve had fun, too.”

“I hate space,” more vehemently, and the arms around Mikey tighten. “It’s stupid, and full of nothin’ but a hundred more ways for me to hurt you.”

And more ways for you to save me,” Mikey points out reasonably. “You’ve never rescued me from a booby trap in an ancient alien temple before. That’ll look good on your resume.”

“Shut up,” but there’s no bite to it. It wavers a bit, instead, and somehow he clings even tighter. “I really could have—what if there was no oxygen back there, Mikey, what if—”

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Poppin' Tags

Pairing: Jason/Percy

Warnings: who fucking knows Percy’s terrible flirting skills?

Genre: Fluff. Au. songfic??

Description: Jason Grace is a tired cashier at a thrift shop. Percy is an overconfident fucker with a love for Macklemore and hot blondes. Annabeth Chase is a terrible best friend. (it;s a fucking fic inspired by “Thrift Shop” i’m so fucking done blame Sam ( im-horrible-at-usernames ))

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Sunshine

zilleniose :that first time that bentley has a bad nightmare but asks if alcor can stay till he falls back sleep.

Here’s the first fluff drabble!

Ao3
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Edit: Now with fanart that makes me cry.


           Alcor—Dipper, really—pulls the nightmare out of Bentley, claws digging into its oily surface. It tries to thrash and resist, but he bends close and lets out a low, soft hiss through the gaps in his teeth, and it goes limp. Dipper is Alcor the Dreambender, though, and this act of playing possum does not fool him. The moment the nightmare is fully out, still as mortal death, he opens his jaws wide and bites down into the flesh, bitter with sharp tangs of fear and crisp hysteria. The nightmare writhes again, understanding too late that it is caught. He chews twice, then sucks the nightmare into strips, flesh slicing and splitting against the edges of his teeth. Panic bursts in his mouth, tingling against his gums and sending a heady, awful rush to his head, and he is reminded with the sudden burst of non-energy that there is a package of sweets waiting for him on Bentley’s desk in exchange for eating the nightmare.

           He is about to float over and retrieve the sweets to wash away the sour taste of Bentley’s distress when his coat sleeve is tugged. He looks down, sees Bentley tired and awake despite his taking care with the nightmare, and whispers, “What’s up?”

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