[A/N: Has it really been a year? Whoa. Another happy birthday fic for cisskabob and her writer, who share the day. Also, this is the year THEY FIND OUT ABOUT ICK. Insert dramatic music here. It's really random and won't be as good as last year's, which is basically the best thing I ever wrote, but. It's the thought that counts!]

Who'd Have Thunk?

( Happy birthday!! )

[A/N: A little pick-me-up fic for the mun of cisskabob. All characters used/referenced with permission. Non-binding future fic.]

Prompt: Picture prompt.

( It was just past eight o'clock, and in the King-Jones-Allen household, that usually meant that most of the family was in the living room, amusing themselves with games or books or television. )

[A/N A happy birthday fic for cisskabob and her mun, who share the day. All characters used with permission and/or love, and nothing is binding, of course. The prompt is technically for 10, but consider the first one a prologue. Or the last one an epilogue. Either way.]

Prompt: Ten of your best days.

( Birthdays! )

[A/N: This takes place after all the rest of the stories in this series, which I have archived here for my own convenience. All characters except belovedmia used with permission, but all with love, and with the understanding that roleplay may affect the timeline of this story.]

Prompt: Take

( Bart doesn't want Tim to be alone, but Tim is never really alone. )

[A/N: Takes place after this (Cassie's), this (Diana's), and this (Tim's). All characters used with express permission.]

Prompt: "What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared ( Read more... )

[A/N: All characters used with permission. Except the bad guy. I made him up myself. ;) ]

Prompt: When we remember we are mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Mark Twain

( Socks! )

( An engaging affair. ;))

We had Italian for dinner, and then came back to the bakery where our new baker (Weird Wanda) made a birthday cake. Then some of her friends came by and someone somehow talked me into going to a CLUB and dancing. Which I'd totally do normally but it was a famous-people club and I'm not a famous-people guy.

( Pictures! )

[Take place after this, because we can totally juggle two threads at a time, yo. Adult content warning.]

Bart hadn't slept yet. It had been a busy day. Showing Illyana the bakery, Cissie time, then trying to fix the stuff with Cassie and Kon (zomg, Kara/Cassie still cause his brain to implode), then checking out HQ, worrying over Tim, and then ( Read more... )

Bart was feeling better. He and Tim had cleared the air (he still had to talk to Cassie, but she wasn't answering her phone, which probably meant she was with Tim). He and Tabby had had a pretty good night of snow cones, even though they didn't talk about anything with any real substance. He didn't know how to explain to her that he was okay, ( Read more... )