cw: intoxication, suggestive content, consent themes, just a hint of non-con (nothing happens)
for context: you and your friends thought a little get-together with some drinks would he fun. except they want to do it in a trailer, rather than in the house that's just 30 feet away
pt 2 here - fluffy!
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You weren’t sure where everyone went. One second the trailer was full, the next it was just you and Caleb—and the bed that looked too soft not to sink into.
And Caleb followed like instinct, just standing there, head tilted and eyes soft as he watched you giggle against the cushions.
"You alright, Pips?" he asked, gently leaning over you, stretching one hand above your head to hold himself up. "Need more water?"
You turned to him, sluggishly sitting back up. "No. No more water. Tastes bad."
Caleb scoffed, leaning back to give you more room. "Really? Worse than vodka?"
"Waaay worse," you agreed, even when the very thought of vodka made your insides curl. "Mmn... I.. need somethinghg else."
Caleb paused, the air shifting just slightly. "Yeah? What do you need?"
Without a word, you crawled to the edge of the bed. Caleb watched, stepping back just enough as you swung your legs over the ledge.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his words laced with a playful edge.
But the teasing lilt immediately left he minute you clumsily grabbed his belt and tugged him between your legs.
He braced his hand on the wall, his eyes widening as he stared down at you. "Hey, hey. What are you doing?" He was serious now.
"I wanna..—wanna take this offf.." you whined, fumbling and failing miserably as you tried to undo it. The buckles were too small, the loops too tight. It was hopeless. It was like he planned this. You pursed your lips in a pout and leaned your head against his stomach.
"Calebbb.. Take it off. Mmn.. Please?"
His breath hitched, carefully reaching down to stroke your hair. "I can't, Pips."
You whined at that. It wasn't fair.
"Please.." Weakly, you nudged him back, then sank onto your knees in front of him. "I promisse I'll be good."
Caleb swallowed hard, nervously looking around.
"Hey—Honey, c'mon. Get up."
"I just wanna feel it.. Just.. wanna.." You eyed his crotch adoringly. "Just wanna kiss it."
Caleb's breath caught in his throat again, his pants tightening traitorously.
He wanted it so badly. God, he really did. It wasn't right though. He couldn't. But before he could say that, you were curling your hands behind his legs to keep you steady as you leaned forward to nuzzle into the bulge in his pants.
The friction made him bite his lip.
"Hah..! Hey, wait."
You nuzzled into him deeper, melting into the rough denim like it was just a second skin. Not a barrier. Caleb groaned softly, his hand twitching above your head, trying his hardest not to grab you.
"P-pips... Don't.."
He bit his lip harder, trying to keep the soft, breathy sighs from crawling up his throat. "But.. I just..—I wanna make you feel good," you whispered, pressing a searing kiss to his groin—open mouthed and everything. That's when he tasted blood.
"We can't—fuck—" A blend of arousal and panic licked up his spine. This wasn't good.
His free hand clawed at the wall beside him, fighting every cell in his body not to do something stupid.
And you were completely oblivious, rubbing your cheek against him, putting just the right amount of pressure that made him want to reach down and press you harder against him.
"Ss-see?"
He had to stop this.
Now.
"Alright, alright," he finally said, taking a few grudging steps back, leaving you there on the floor, all glossy-eyed and pouty.
The sight made his chest squeeze painfully. Caleb sighed, stepping toward you again and crouching in front of you. "We can't do this. Not like this. You understand, right?"
You didn't mean to be difficult, but your drunken self took that as a the worst rejection. Caleb saw it, the little sting of tears in the corner of your eyes.
He reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. "I want to. Trust me, I really, really want to. But we can't. I should've pulled away sooner. But I promise that when you're sober we can have some fun, yeah?"
You blinked away your tears and nodded. "Okay," you whispered, letting him pull you up to guide you back to the bed. "I'm—mmn. I'm sorrrry.. That was so embarrassing." You turned to the side, hiding your face into the pillows.
Caleb only smiled though, playfully pulling you back to face him. "It wasn't embarrassing. You're just drunk."
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I needed to see him on his knees at least once, really. Btw I wrote a fic for this AU! Pendleton consumes me more than I express on my platforms lol. He’s slowly becoming an OC at this rate with how little his screen time is in the series and the inversely proportional amount of head canons I have for him 💀
Clockwork said that in this world he would be safe, learn a lot and be happy, that it wouldn't take him long to find his happiness but he just appeared in an alley that doesn't bode well for him.
This is similar to my previous post. Jason and Danny are the same person, here they are codependent brothers and they are 2 almost 3 years apart. The warning is that this is very self-indulgent, the cannon doesn't matter, I don't speak English, a lot of people have a hard time, it is implied that Bruce is having a very hard time.
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Red Hood hears a commotion in an alley, there are a couple of men unconscious, a boy tries to calm one of the girls. Soon another pair of girls arrive and take their friend away, but not before thanking and giving something to the boy who keeps looking at the unconscious men but then looks up and finds him. There are two problems, one of them is that the boy's eyes glow a Lazarus green color but he doesn't look violent and two, more importantly, that boy has his face, no, not just his face, he is short, his red sweatshirt is worn and dirty, his jeans are torn at the knees, his sneakers have also seen better days. Only he is paler but his hair is black, the shape of his face is identical, it is his 15 year old self with the clothes he wore when he was on the street, he even has an old pipe nearby that must have been the weapon he used to knock out those men.
The bright eyes fade, revealing blue eyes he hasn't seen since Ethiopia. The boy doesn't seem to take it as a threat, in fact he relaxes.
"Did you know that you have died and you are still like dead inside?" It has to be a version of him from another dimension, no one else would be so brazen.
"And what about you?"
"I died too"
It turns out that he is and is not a version of him, he is not another Jason Todd who was born in Gotham and whose life is a disaster, he is a Danny (last name pending) who was born in Amity Park and his life is a disaster. They are the same person, the same soul but their worlds are different, the living situation is also completely different but once they have been together for only an hour they cannot think of being apart.
Danny is 16 years old, his parents almost cut him open like a damn frog, they had rescued him before playing with his insides but the scar from the opening still remained. (murder of shitty parents pending)
Danny is as thin as he was at that age, maybe even thinner. He has to feed this child, this child who dies and comes back to life at will (waiting for a nervous breakdown). He also helped him remove the remains of Lazarus from the water, which was ruining him. Now you have clarity.
Danny tells him about Dan and how somehow, even though he's a murderer, a villain, someone who's willing to get blood on his hands, Jason still doesn't scare him, he's different from Dan, Jason feels safe, here in this run-down apartment he feels much safer than he did in his old house, here where Jason can protect him from humans.
Plans to attack the new Robin come to an end, instead, perhaps, they simply plan to break his leg - nothing too serious - if he gets in their way. Danny doesn't seem scared by the violence, just thoughtful, he didn't know how to defend himself against people, humans are more fragile and he is stronger so having training to be able to defend himself without doing them great harm calms him down somehow. Perhaps the part that surprised them both the most was that he wasn't that uncomfortable with the deaths.
Somehow, in his head, crime alley was Jason's refuge, a refuge much more problematic than Amity Park, all those people who hurt weaker others for fun, for pleasure, he felt bad, he wanted to help, he needed to help, these criminals won't understand, they won't stop and for them to be killed by Jason… it seems… logical? Frostbite had told him about the different protective spirits, Jason was certainly one even though he was more alive than him but this seemed normal, Frostbite told him that it was more strange a protective spirit that didn't hurt anyone, although he also said it was because of power, he had so much power that he could afford not to seriously hurt someone. But Jason didn't have that luxury, even if he had the same power, Jason fought against other humans, he tried to give his people better opportunities. Jason didn't consider himself a hero or vigilante, not anymore, that hadn't worked, a hero or vigilante couldn't make Jason's decisions, it wasn't right and he understood why Clockwork brought him to that universe, one where he would be safe, one where he would learn.
He never wanted to be a hero, he doesn't want to be king either but for now he is a crown prince, one day he will be king and Jason seemed capable, even if someone said he was too emotional, that's how the dead were, it was the only thing they had left, their emotions, even memories can be lost along with the bodies of flesh and blood but the emotions remain. They loved intensely in the same way, they were in many ways the same person.
Without Lazarus' madness, Jason's plans changed, especially the final part, the confrontation with Bruce… it won't work, Bruce won't do it, and that knowledge destroys him.
"Well, the plans are ruined, what do we do now?"
"I don't know, maybe if there really was no other way, Bruce wouldn't do it…"
"We can annoy them in the meantime, I'm like you when you died, let's scare them!"
"I don't think you want to wear the Robin suit but we can steal the Batmobile."
"It's a cool car, but outside of the color combination, the suit can't be that bad."
"…I used another one"
"How bad can it be?"
When Danny infiltrated the Batcave, he saw the suit, he was horrified to only see it from afar. He didn't even get close, but he returned flying at full speed, becoming visible again in the room.
"Why were you wearing that?! Why weren't you wearing pants?!"
"In my defense, I really tried wearing pants."
"I'm not going to wear that!"
"I told you it was that bad and you haven't seen Discowing's suit."
"I don't want to know!"
"You could just wear the top or we can get clothes that look like what he had but we're going to torment the old man."
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The patrol ends well, Dick and Tim are about to catch up with him so they can return to the mansion, he approaches the Batmobile when he realizes that its tires are missing, his heart sinks when he sees it. This time he's removing the last tire, Jason is there, their eyes meet, his face contorts in amusement.
“It looks like you've seen a ghost, B.” The voice is the same, the voice that is broken by adolescence, the voice that will never be an adult. It's like it never left, it's not possible, it can't be real
"Won't you say anything? How cold! Well then this time I'll take the whole game!"
Jason walks away towards the alley with the last tire, he wants to move, he wants to reach it even if it's not real.
He can see the end of the alley, he can see the moment when Jason disappears long before he reaches the far wall.
There's no one there anymore. He looks at his car again, the tires are not there either.
At first she starts seeing Jason everywhere again, even in his office, he's there eating something from a food stall they used to go to, other times he's reading. He always complains that I don't talk to him. Also many of his things disappear, sometimes Jason tells him that he should sleep more. He even hits him once, although this is probably all a result of the concussion he received at some point while on patrol. He's pretty confused because the concussion keeps him in bed for at least three days.
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Robin is there, holding his uniform, curious and critical. "At least you had the pants."
He stutters not knowing what to say but nods.
"Hey, did you know that wearing the clothes of the dead brings bad luck?"
“eh…no, I didn't know, I need to sleep more, I'm hallucinating Robin”
"Look, just change your name, I want to stay Robin and I can't be Robin if there's a Robin alive, so change your name and then I won't have to curse you."
"But Batman and Gotham need Robin!"
"I don't think you'll leave this job until you die too, but change your name, bye Timpans."
He begins to hallucinate Robin more frequently, always takes away her coffee, and sometimes seems worried about the crazy things she says. Maybe really have a problem.
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Danny looks at Dick Grayson, this guy needs help and he's already hallucinating Jason, this is sad and very uncomfortable.
“Man, you need help” - he tells him while helping clean the apartment.
“I don't think anything will get better, Jay” - responds from the kitchen island
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There is someone in the kitchen, taking the cookies that are cooling, the boy seems embarrassed to be discovered.
“I'm sorry” he apologizes.
"Do you want more cookies, Master Jason?"
“Can I bring cookies to a friend?”
"…yes, Master Jason"
"…thank you"
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The information Danny brings him changes a lot of things, he misses Alfred, he's worried about Dick, they should help Tim somehow but Bruce… it's still difficult.
He infiltrates the cave again, he will enter the computer to extract information for Jason.
Is Bruce Wayne there, scolding Tim? The cave grows colder with every word Jason's father says, clenching his fists. How dare you? How dare you say that about my Jason?! Controlling himself as best he can, waiting for Tim to come up to the mansion, Batman heads to the computer.
"You lied" he says "why did you tell all those lies to Tim?" The man doesn't react, he gets to work. "Don't tell lies about me!"
Batman doesn't react outwardly but he senses the man's concern, well, no one talks about Jason like that. He is about to go up to the mansion for a while when he stops in front of the suit.
The commemorative plaque attracts attention. He feels angry, indignant, offended, sad because this is Jason's father, everyone else really misses Jason, but Batman doesn't respond to his provocations, Batman spreads lies about Jason… Batman won't kill the Joker for Jason. Well, maybe my Jason doesn't need Batman. Before leaving, he hits the glass, which breaks, which undoubtedly makes the man who looks at it react.
"This isn't going to stay like this, Batman."
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Jason continues to insist that he needs help. "Damn it, Dick, you need therapy!"
Raven appears in his living room, I already knew she would but she stays still and one of the Jasons stays still, laughing nervously, Raven moves and Jason disappears in a panic.
“What just happened?”
"Dick, that was a real ghost."
"Wait, that was really Jason?!"
“Yes, his soul felt the same as the last time I saw him.”
"Jason came to see me!"
"Dick, we still need to talk about this."
"Rachael, that was Jason's ghost, that's so much more important!"
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A subsequent call with some members of the DJL discovers the residual energy left by the ghost that has been hovering near them.
Jason appeared in the kitchen with his hands in the cookie jar, staring at them like a deer in the headlights.
“My God, it's a really powerful ghost, it's so solid” Zatanna exclaimed.
"Forget about it" Constantine seemed more upset, more tense "it reeks of infinity Realms! He didn't turn into just any dead man!"
“It's not me who reeks of your broken soul,” he defends himself, taking the bottle.
"You…you have to go, rest in peace" the words come out harsher than Bruce intended, but it's actually Jason, but that was a bad thing because his son seemed upset.
“Okay, but you have to stop lying about me and kill the joker” he demands
"I killed the joker!" Dick shouts, surprising some there, Jason being one of them. “I killed him, I beat him to death because he was making fun of you and he said that he had killed Tim too and that he couldn't, Jay, little Wing couldn't leave him like that.”
“…then…why is he alive…?” he asks confused. But that's where the response is worse, Dick doesn't dare look at his father, the silence is tense.
"I couldn't let Dick do that to himself."
The words seem to hit the ghost, something like horror and then fury, blue eyes glowing a toxic green.
“This won't stay like this, Batman.” The ghost disappears and sinks into the ground.
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Jason's look of horror is painful, he had to tell him the truth, what his father had done. Even in disbelief, he goes to the computer with the stolen files to search for them.
Danny is still upset but decides to eat part of the cookie jar he stole.
“That sad blonde man in the trench coat, who is he?”
"John Constantine, do you know him?"
"Clockwork and Pandora said I shouldn't make deals with him... I don't know what magic will do to me, there was no magic in my world."
"First they'll have to get over me, I won't let them hurt you."
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At first the presence of the ghost left an obvious trail but then its aura grew, it could be felt in much of the city which made it difficult to track it. Another problem is what they would do once they found it, it was too powerful, enough to be solid and affect everything with its touch, even to look like a living person.
The few options would not be good for the boy, they could try to banish him but they could damage his soul, all the options would cause him great pain or they could corrupt his soul and make him violent. The easiest thing was to comply with his requests, which would allow him to leave easier and without pain. In the meantime, they could try to seal it into some object, but that would also be painful and when they released it it would become violent.
“The least harmful thing would be if they managed to convince him to leave or not be aggressive.” Zatanna doesn't seem to think they'll succeed, but she can't stay all the time either.
Constantine only warned them what they should not ask, nor underestimate the power of the ghost, he gave them what seemed to be projectiles with a special mixture to weaken the entity but it could not be defeated and he left, he would try to find something that would not kill anyone.
As if that were not enough, a new rogue made his appearance, leaving a bag of human parts, the most cheeky being Black Mask head. He claimed Crime Alley and the other nearby neighborhoods as his own, his territory where his rules would be obeyed with an iron fist.
They are torn between searching for Jason's ghost and Red Hood. Sometimes, Jason appears in the same room and demands that Bruce stop lying about him. Other times things will be missing everywhere, mainly in the cave. One day Jason was particularly upset and took the Batmobile. All trackers went offline and could not be recovered. Other times he would yell at Dick to take better care of himself, clean his apartment and protect Tim, and seconds later he would leave. They weren't very advanced in that.
Red Hood took advantage of the fact that they were too busy with Jason, many more people disappeared and Barbara lost cameras almost every day in Hood's territory.
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Danny was still a little annoyed by the number of rogues that existed in the city, he had made a list of the ones that should actually die as well and then made another list of the rogues that should be stopped but not killed. That was actually a very long list...
They had had to move, now that their little brother was no longer holding back, he was releasing a lot of ectoplasm, passively, that would affect the people around him, in a city like Gotham that could be very dangerous. They were underground, in what looked like a lair or place of worship that was no longer used, it was honestly crazy that the building was in good condition when Danny found it during his explorations of the city in the first few months.
Of course the site was under a building that had formerly been a church, Lil Star assured that the site was free of other entities or bad vibes. It was being a work in progress because setting up this place without much help was difficult, this had to be his main hideout, his home and to really make him feel that way would take a long time. For now Danny has a lot of technology that he could entertain himself with, his most striking piece of decoration was still the Batmobile that he was modifying a little to be able to use.
He was equipping the sacrificial chamber for the rogues who would be arrested. It was really strange because he didn't really want to do all this but he felt like he had to do it to keep everyone safe, he's not killing them all and he's not having fun with it either, it's a pain and he wants to get it over with soon but like Danny said there were too many.
Sigh, at least his people were in a better mood, his men went out to help him patrol his entire territory and everything was going well.
Danny was still angry at Bruce, it was cute actually, the way Danny took offense to him, he looked like a kitten hissing at Bruce's picture. Although in reality Danny was the complete opposite of a kitten, he could be very destructive, he had that capacity but apart from defending his honor he wanted to help as many people as he could because he was that kind.
He also had a lot of old gadgets that he repaired for free for people, it made him feel good and he was proud of him. He has the smartest, most adorable little brother ever. I should feed him more.
Deep down have the impression that those thoughts [feelings] are unusual.
Why do feel this way? Why aren't worried?
It was like having a little twin brother, that didn't make much sense. Maybe he could blame it on the fact that he was absorbing all the ectoplasm that Danny released, it was already something, he was alive but not that much, Lazarus' water was no longer "polluting" him but had been replaced by Danny's ecto.
Maybe he would become like Danny and it was taking him longer, there are already “small” changes, although his eyes went back to being blue when he gets too excited they change to a bright green but he doesn't feel the fury.
His regeneration has improved, he no longer feels so tired, he doesn't seem to need much sleep to feel rested, despite his huge body he feels light when jumping across rooftops seems so easy and they both have a bigger appetite for sure.
Although he misses Alfred and Dick, he is very happy with his little brother.
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As the weeks go by, more rogues are being attacked, incapacitated, very few have died, Red Hood remains uncaptured, they have nothing against him. Tim has his theories but they don't want to believe them, after all the only way to disappear like a ghost is to have help from a ghost, right?
Robin appears in front of Tim, he even looks tired, like something is wrong but he hands him a small surveillance camera, it's old, it still has the tape inside.
“Jason.”
“I want him to stop lying” he says again, offering him the camera and a USB memory “he didn't believe me.”
The ghost disappears again, leaving things with him, carefully. He analyzes the content of the video tape, the surveillance video is a little grainy but he can improve it, he doesn't know what he's looking for but after moving forward a few hours, he can see the moment when a man falls by accident. He gets closer, improves the quality of the image and there it is, Felipe Garzonas, with his own uncoordinated steps, loses his balance and falls although Robin tries to help without success.
This is proof that Jason didn't kill anyone. In the USB there is another more critical piece of evidence, Felipe Garzonas faked his death, changed his name, actually lives on some Caribbean island and is still a criminal.
He'll have to take this evidence to Barbara, but now he understands what Jason had meant by "stop lying." The only thing Jason appears in front of him for is to leave more evidence, perhaps because he wasn't going to hide it or because he could face the new reality more easily.
Finally the letters follow, appearing near Dick. Everything reveals a huge series of misunderstandings but the last letter worries them.
"I hate the grave you gave me, I hated the funeral, I hated the coffin, so I'll put my own grave in the right place, next to the right people, you should have put better sensors."
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I was supposed to write that scene from my previous post because it's still in my head, but I also had this one so I wrote it. It was a little long so I separated it into two parts, part two is over and I was going to post it last night but I got distracted.
Tim stops being Robin because of an injury instead of the whole parent situation, Cass still isn't adopted by Bruce, Steph becomes Robin, “dies” like she's supposed to, and Tim goes back to being Robin.
Danny visited Barbara once pretending to be Jason and decided not to do it again because he looks too much like Jazz, so Barbara only received letters and information without seeing “Jason” at all.
What happened to Jazz? Imagine he realized that the whole thing in Amity was too much, Danny always insists that he has everything under control so he skipped ahead a year, went to college and never came back. Sam and Tucker would have had enough too, their families would have too, the move gave them excuses to leave Danny behind (although everyone here feels very guilty about leaving Danny behind)
Danny is rescued by his rogues and the Fenton portal is destroyed, the Phantom Planet thing does not happen, all this in the course of 15 to 16 years everything gets out of control.
Jason trains him to stop relying on his powers, feeds him and cares for him. I have the HC that Danny would take a long time to grow up, he would still look the same until some time later, so they can carry the deception that Danny is Jason's ghost.
The Dark League cannot see all that Danny really is except for Constantine who saw this dead boy, noticed that he was incredibly powerful, that he had a crown and blessings from the ancients, decided to keep everything quiet and not give real answers to anyone.
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Since I had to take a tumblr time-out due to personal issues, I'm combining all the WIP tags I received during that time in this post — @scoldingdarjeeling , @purpleasters-inseptember , @bladesingerlily , @bloodsol94 , @babydinosaur930 , @litsenn , @onlytavs , @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream I hope that's okay.
Strictly speaking, it's no longer a WIP, because I finished writing this fanfic last week.
In keeping with "Burning Keyboard", it was important to me to finish it by a specific date. Plus not let it remain a work in progress any longer, but rather to fully focus on writing and completing the story. Now that I've invested so much time and concentration in finishing it, I don't know when I'll be able to share another WIP snippet with you, because I'll probably pick up a book and read instead.
Try little to catch up tags but not let social media consume me - and maybe post some of my silly screenshots. So much to my plans.
But for now...
Let's indulge — Saulus for sure does:
His name, the sigh from her lips was barely more than a whisper, and yet almost a prayer. A psalm covered in honey that dripped from her tongue and right into his ear, from where it hovered over his soul and would heal all of his scars.
When she spoke, when his name trembled from her lips, it sent a shudder through him so sharp it almost broke him apart.
“I could make this very unfair for you,” another whisper, her voice low now, threaded with quiet amusement and something softer beneath it. “You know that, don’t you?”
Saulus’ voice softened even further, the teasing easing into something gentler, something warmer, like a promise no one needed to speak out loud.
He didn’t wait, his craving mouth shot forward, hands locking behind her head, forcing her lips to meet his. It was a chaotic, soul-stealing kiss. Closed eyes and a breathless throat moaned demanding sighs between Saulus’ lips, desperate for her mouth.
Only by chance he bit back a moan as the swaying shudder flooded his body once again.
Once. Twice. And again.
Soul stealing. Mind shattering. Body devouring kisses.
I was tagged by lovely @faeriiefire <3.
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I'm making my own Reshader Preset and I'm still experimenting with LUTs and recently rediscovered a shader I used back when I played Fallout 4. A few years ago, it became compatible with other games as well, and it's honestly pretty cool. Long story short: it lets you give your game a cinematic color grade.
Filmdeck/Shaderdeck by TreyM
An example:
Negative: Kodak Vision3 250 D 5207
Format: Super 25
Print: Kodak Vision 2383
Format: 35mm FullFrame
and that was the result of trying to make my own LUTs :D
