#stoneheartedkilljoy

Felix/Benji #5 please 😘

benji knows what's in the shadows now, but he'll never be scared of this one, cracking the window and falling through with less grace than practice, soaked to the skin and shivering as benji reaches for the blanket he keeps folded next to his desk, still smelling of engine oil and pine.

"sorry," felix says, teeth rattling, and benji ignores him, wrapping the thick wool around his shoulders and tugging at his boots, throwing them into the corner to worry about tomorrow when felix'll duck his head and pretend it's nothing, an overreaction, like he always does.

there's a hoodie in his closet, forgotten and remembered a dozen times over, that benji collects along with a pair of his own well-loved sweatpants, turning to give felix some privacy as he changes; another ritual that means less than nothing when he pulls the comforter back and felix crawls under the sheets, curling into benji's sleep-worn warmth.

"take brooke up on it," benji whispers, a plea he only makes when they're like this, when felix'll listen, when there's a chance he won't run and never stop, "she's got the room and she wants you to."

"maybe," felix says, and benji doesn't call him a liar because at least it's a lie he tells here, safe and sound and with benji's body between him and his demons for as long as felix'll let him, always.

There's something almost unnatural about the way the pair of them look up at him as he enters the garden -- two perfectly coiffed blonde heads turning as one, two sets of bright blue eyes tracking his movements across the patio, two gleaming white smiles as he approaches them.

When he looks back at this moment in years to come, he will remember it as the first crack in their mirror image. Kitty cries out his name delightedly with a hand stretched out towards him, whilst Teddy says nothing, only pushes out the chair next to him expectantly with his foot. But Irving is helpless in the face of Kitty's genuine joy at his return, and allows himself to be tugged into the seat beside her whilst she gently touches the bruise at his jaw and admonishes his carelessness.

A glance across the table at Teddy is all he needs to notice the gleaming smile turning to something more considering and yet, fool that he was back then, Irving takes it for fondness.

I would like All of your acomam d&d campaign headcanons please

(I specify characters but idk maybe you have hcs about us in general as well)

i have way too many so have a few:

atlas and iona need to fuck about it. what it is i do not know, but the point stands.

aunt elnas does not have favourite family members. they're all as annoying as each other. however if she has to choose then marnie and bernardo - who are not related to her at all - are the ones she's most fond of. she will, however, most likely leave all her money to aurelius because the daft man could use some fun in his life.

diane has met maybe a combined fifty people in her life before arriving in barovia. she was very sheltered. she is going to make up for that now though 😇

reve and matilda have a lot of kids, but at this point they're not entirely sure which ones are actually theirs and which ones they inherited along the way.

there is a very good chance that trauma + undiagnosed '90s adhd + a saviour complex is going to do some serious work on teenage benji (particularly when it comes to things he can't do anything about, like, for instance, someone else's home life). toxic positivity leading to burn out? no way! he's got this!

I would like your thoughts on the Batfam and DC and just all the little things you wish people knew about the stories and the characters please

(maybe not All but Some, if you prefer)

oh god, there is not enough time in the world.

nothing from the new-52 onwards in canon to me, except a few small scenes here and there. fanon has overridden canon for too many people including the damn paid writers. steph having an abusive father, a teen pregnancy, and really only tim to lean on hurts my heart every single day. cass is the only batkid (besides dick who already has been) who should be batman in the future. dick's run as batman with damian as robin is my perfect team up and when they fucking killed damian i legit stopped reading the goddamn comics for years. their reunion is one of the most important to me. i roast bruce all the time but also most people are wrong about him and his motivations. same for jason, jfc same for jason. bruce almost killing someone during his grief spiral over jason and only stopping because tim got him to is a perfect new robin intro. jason and the fucked up criminal orphanage plot where bruce really thinks he's helping people and is only causing more harm (and jason stealing batman's tires) is a perfect robin intro. steph demanding her way into the role because fuck you bruce is a perfect robin intro. tim being at the circus the night dick's parents died is a perfect addition. everything that dick grayson is is perfect. cass, oh god, cass. tim being bi is everything, and i'm glad for the confirmation because he's been in love with kon for decades. tim's whole red robin uniform being based around kon's colours when kon was dead, break my fucking heart over and over again why don't you. i say nothing new-52 on is canon but duke can obviously stay. black mirror is one hell of a comic run. war games is one hell of a comic run. i will ship the batkids until i die and no one can stop me. i do not give a flying fuck about the joker except for the role he plays in the fucking comics. martha wayne as the joker and thomas wayne as batman still hits in achey ways. veering lighter, steph's batgirl run and tim's red robin run are two of my very favourites. the scene in red robin where they're at the gala and it shows them how they see themselves in one panel and then how everyone else sees them (younger, less glamorous) is great. fuck it, steph/cass forever but i loved nick gage. STOP DE-AGEING TIMOTHY DRAKE. dick grayson is my first love.

i mean. just on my first breath.

YOU GET TO TAKE CLASSICS?! YOU’RE DOING THE ILIAD. MOTHER OF FUCK. I am, strangely, jealous. I also appear to be very emotional about classics. (I really want to take classics maaaaan)