#vent piece

[radrobsgarage]

There's this trope that I really like where they sort of phase into each other so here's my attempt at that

Here's some other artists' takes on it that are rlly banger...

https://www.tumblr.com/eggsplice/777655097066913792/codepency?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/lunehowls/774861934107492352/i-really-loved-you-you-know?source=share

There's more but idk where right now!

Here's the bg if you want it

[kaysdenofchaos]

Teenage Meddling Mutant Turtles: Anger

Keep fighting.

[conner-kents-leather-jacket]

Tim hasn't looked at his phone all day.

Which, on Christmas, isn't unusual for most people. They're often too busy watching movies or getting ready for dinner, both of which Tim hasn't done in a good long while.

This Christmas is different, though. He may not be surrounded by family, but he's definitely surrounded by something pretty darn close to it. Dick had driven over from Bludhaven, Jason had dropped off some presents earlier before dipping to go spend the evening with Roy and Lian, and Damian had spent the morning in Russia with Jon and his dad, pelting snowballs at eachother.

Bruce, even though he didn't normally celebrate Christmas himself (but got plenty of gifts across the whole of Chanukah from family, friends and co-workers alike) had made sure the bottom of the tree was entirely obscured with the amount of gifts sitting under it.

Kon had dropped round some gifts from the whole team before flying to the Kent farmhouse for what Tim was sure was an abhorrently big meal, enough to feed 10 men. Or, 3 hungry Kryptonians and some (human) change.

Normally, even on Christmas, Tim would've glanced at his phone about 10 times before breakfast. As the only (kind of) adult in the family with any kind of free time over the holiday season, he had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on the Gotham Rogue Gallery's rare daytime dealings, just to make sure they didn't jeopardise anyone's Christmas.

But, this year... he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Because he couldn't stand knowing, definitively, whether or not his parents had wished him a Merry Christmas.

It was the first Christmas out of contact with them. They'd had... a falling out, as Alfred had called it, in September, leading to Tim not being invited home for Christmas this year.

It... sucked. Being so close to the house he grew up in, boxes of his stuff that he hadn't gotten round to moving over to the Nest yet still sitting in their attic. If they hadn't thrown it all out already.

Even though he was surrounded by everyone he needed at this time of year, even though he was surrounded by laughter and light and so much love, he still felt empty. Hollow. Wrong.

So he hadn't looked at his phone. He knew he would break if they texted him even a simple "Merry Christmas, Jade". He knew he would shatter if they texted him nothing at all.

[zooeyscigarette]

I do not know when it began, and I do not wish to track the time that I've allowed it to grow.

Summer evenings, a lazy glow of a lighter, cigarette stench and wet grass, pond aroma, cherry vodka spilled on muddy shoes. Alcoholic seltzer dribbled down cheeks, campfire smoke saturated fleece bottoms, dirt and gravel stuck under nails. The confines of alcohol had been so simple, plain acts of teenage joy, tipsy star gazing, drunken conversations, and lazy sleep in a stuffy tent. That's where drinking existed, a safe experience among others, and now I find it's grown outside those walls.

Was it when I drank myself full, crying to my sister, begging her forgiveness for my mistake? Or the tipsy afternoons, eyes fixed on a screen, languidly enjoying a great deal of nothing? When was it that this admiration, no, this affliction of destruction caught my heart up in its grip?

A craving I cannot silence, a shame I cannot bear to let overpower it. Loneliness creeps in, but the crack of a can snaps it back to the jailhouse of my liver. I find that I cannot handle my own mind, cannot handle any wisdom beyond a blind stupor, that I yearn for liberation, I burn for release, I ache for a moment of fuzzy nothing.

It was that summer evening, a suicide-red solo cup. It was the heat of liquid down my throat. It was the ease of tears down my cheek. It was the sickening bile of the morning after. It was not when drinking became routine that drinking broke its limit, when drinking embarked on nature. No, it was when drinking first introduced its ease to me, to a mind weak already, to a mind sure to only be broken further. It was when drinking became familiar, when drinking poured itself in cups for me, it was when drinking became a friend that never slept, a friend that never left, a friend that never failed.

Poem by Zooey

[hatsheep]

girl on fire

[salda4]

A Starry night

I approached Her.

One hundred and twelfth bloom, I had a hard time remembering how to pronounce Her ancient and alien name, fortunetly for me She let's me call Her Daisy. A being of such age just sitting at a table in a cafee.

'Is something wrong little one?' She asked, as if Her presence here wasn't so out of place for me.

'Nothing Miss Daisy' I responded, hoping i kept a straight face.

She showed me to take a seat next to Her on a Affini-sized couch. I still had no idea what She would want from a girl like me, just a boring, normal, mortal person.

I still took the seat nonetheless, talking with Her was always interesting and I couldn't miss out talking to someone so fascinating.

'How was your week?' I started with a safe question.

'Nothing special, at least nothing more special than you here petal. So let's talk about the most interesting thing that has happened this week and what is on said "thing's" mind. I see something is bothering you and has been so for our last few meetings.'

I just sat there frozen with her 6 mesmerising eyes piercing through me. I had no idea how to bring up how insignificant I felt next to Her.

I did not want to mention how hard it was to adjust to the idea of no more capitalism, how it all felt so foreign and I wanted to cry. It was not bad by any mean, I just had a hard time adjusting and it was all my fault and i shouldn't concern Her with such banalities.

I jumped as I felt a vine poking at my arm and then going inside of it.

'Pardon me, I seem to have asked a hard question causing you some unnecessary anxiety. I hope you do not mind some class-E and very mild class-D to help you talk.

I was scared of what was about to come out of my mouth, I did give Her permission to administer me xenodrugs just in case but I never expected class-D.

'Just you are so old, not like it is bad or anything but my mind just thinks it is weird you even notice a dumb girl like me also ever since the Affini arrived everything has been changing and it is so much. Suddenly it is okay to wear a collar in public and even though I always wanted that I just can't get myself to do it because I am still scared people will look weird at me. Please make it stop, please.'

I stopped as soon as i felt her administer something to neutralise class-D in me. I stared at my hands just wanting to cry and expecting her to do, I don't know, something. Something bad must happen, it always does when I open up, parents hated me for that, some friends did too, now Her.

Instead I felt a warm embrace.

'It is okay little one, you are absolutely not dumb and I am deeply sorry for making you speak what you think like that. I however belive it was necessery for you to say it out loud and I am glad I could hear it, that way I may help you. In the meantime would you like to order something warm to drink while you recover?'

I just silently nodded.

After some time i have noticed what a beautiful night it was. I hang on to the one familiar thing I could see, the stars. I always liked watching them I could always count on them, recognising constellations above made me feel calmer. I finally got a nice lukewarm tea, just the way I liked it. Another thing to ground me and calm me down.

'Do you remember the first time you saw the stars?' I asked after what felt like an eternity.

'Of course I do.' She responded with that gentle voice of Hers.

'How different was it from the one here?'

'Unimaginably so.'

'You must miss it' I knew I would.

'To be true with you my dear, I don't. If that sky stayed with me for all my blooms I would not have taken florets, I would have not helped so many cuties like you. I am aware change is scary, especially for your species,from my observations, however it is also natural. The world around you will change, sophonts you meet will change, the sky will change, you will change but it is for the better. Standing in place doesn't get anyone anything. Even if some things don't seem to ever fully change, sometimes you will meet old friends and it will be as if not a day has passed. You will find a few thing that will stay somewhat the same, the way you like tea, what your favaurite genre of books is, ones your heart belongs to.

Although a lot will be diffrent and you must remember that. Some sophonts need help with accepting that truth of the ever changing universe, others realise it on their own. Once you realise you can change and leave things behind you can be fully yourself. You can be free from what everyone thought you should be, break out of that rigid idea.

For instance, becoming a floret is about accepting that change, you put all the terrible things behind yourself and can begin being your best self . Tonight you are an independent, but who knows about tomorrow?

I may have a new pet to talk about the stars with.

We will see, won't we petal?'

I for once looked happily towards the future, knowing that tomorrow I I would be Hers forever.

[ajosm86]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nicky Hemmick & Aaron Minyard & Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Aaron Minyard, Neil Josten, Kevin Day, Nicky Hemmick, Erik Klose Additional Tags: Political Assassination, Poison, Assassins & Hitmen, Protective Andrew Minyard, POV Andrew Minyard, Andrew Minyard Loves Nicky Hemmick, Murder, Whump, Angst, You know what?, Angst with a Happy Ending, the best possible happy ending in my humble opinion, No Beta we die like Seth Gordon; against advice and in a way that inconveniences everyone Summary:

What happens when Nicholas Hemmick is disappeared in the middle of the night during a raid on Eden's?

Andrew Minyard has a history of violently protecting those he loves, is what happens.