#auburnlaughter

It wasn’t as if Shang Qinghua had high hopes for his marriage. Well, it’d be more accurate to say he didn’t have high hopes for any marriage at all. Trying to permanently tie two people together just didn’t seem to work out how it did in the stories. That was why stories were written in the first place, right? It was all shit that could never happen in real life, right? Escapism or whatever.

@auburnlaughter - your words from witch hood fic! sorry for the wait!

From my May 27th post here; some of History (Lost and Found) from my original series Renaud's Family for @artsiesforever and @auburnlaughter, thanks!

‟And you?” Jacques added, and Renaud laughed, squeezing him closer, nuzzling his temple. ‟Scamp.” Renaud accused fondly. ‟Yes, just so. I can see this . . . antiquity any time I like.” Jacques brought a hand to his face, covering his lips, but Renaud could still hear him giggling. He arched a brow. ‟And so can you.” he pointed out with a smile, and Jacques only shook his head, eyes bright, as his laughter grew louder - despite what appeared to be his best efforts. Renaud brushed his fingers over Jacques’ forearm as he brought himself back under control.

“Temporal indicator?” A asked, because while the human had assured them that their language did include them, the temporal indications were one of the many things the translator struggled to parse. It generally translated everything as happening in the moment.

Your "good luck" must've been magic, because this is the longest ficlet I've written for the 3SF yet. (225 words!)

The prompt:

 any, any, yelling at a gravestone 

And the fill:

Tiger & Bunny, Gen, Seriously Maverick Is the Worst

Barnaby doesn’t intend to do it. He’s just finished visiting his parents, and on a spur-of-the-moment decision, he takes the long way back to his car so he can stop at Aunt Samantha’s grave and leave a flower for her.

But he turns too early—or too late—and as he’s scanning the unfamiliar markers looking for her name, they fall on one he’d hoped to never see again.

Seeing “Albert Maverick” is like a punch to the gut, and Barnaby freezes mid-step. He should keep walking, ignore it, go find Aunt Samantha’s grave.

Instead, he stops. And quite without his consent, the words start pouring out.

It starts off quiet, but by the end of it, he’s screaming, and he doesn’t stop until his throat is raw.

You took everything from me. You took everyone from me.

He fumbles his phone out of his pocket and dials without looking.

“Hey, Bunny!” Kotetsu’s voice is bright. “How are you?”

Barnaby can’t respond, but then again, it’s Kotetsu; he doesn’t need to.

“Bunny? Where are you?” Kotetsu asks, more serious now.

“The cemetery.”

“I’ll be right there.”

thanks lmaooo it's actually legit the first time im writing (sorta) cishet porn so the title felt more than appropriate. for two asks!

⚠️🔞 NSFW

Of course! Sorry it took so long

He's not overly surprised to see Rex alive and working with Echo to fight the Empire or whatever it is they’re doing. Sure, Imperial records have him listed as killed in action, but it’s hardly the first time they’re wrong, and it won’t be the last either. He is surprised when Echo frees himself from the girl to instead bring Crosshair in for a tight hug.

THAT'S CHEATING YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT THAT ONE MEANS

How am I supposed to use this as an excuse to talk some unwitting asker's ear off about my dead android babies when I've already talked your ear off about my dead android babies? Anyway for everyone who isn't Aub, I have this headcanon that Douglas Davenport from Lab Rats has eight more android kids that died before the start of the show and he just. Never bothered mentioning them. I only need one word to justify this and that word is "Daniel", but I have an entire corkboard covered in red string anyway, and also names and personalities and relationships and deaths for them all. One of these days I will write up a proper post about them, but for now here is a snippet:

The night Mr. Davenport’s latest project glitched, for example, and Bree found herself superspeeding across the island to drag Marcus from his pod. He looked out at her, disoriented and groggy from being half-charged, blinking sleepily. “Ivy?” he mumbled, face twisting in soft confusion. “Why’re you doing—” And then he blinked again and—maybe if the power grid had been working, and there had been light, Bree would have seen something hard come over his face, something sad come into his eyes. Maybe if her students hadn’t been trapped behind a malfunctioning door, and water wasn’t leaking in from half a dozen spots, and they hadn’t really needed another person capable of making forcefields, now. Maybe she would have stopped to ask what he was talking about. But as it was, he stopped talking abruptly, and she grabbed his arm and sped them both back to the others. By the time they got everything fixed, Bree was too tired to do anything besides fall into her capsule, even think. And in the morning she completely forgot to wonder what “ivy” meant.