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the pictures mentioned by Codytheking (Deitentric) for Sky_kiss
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
17 Dec 2025
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fanart inspired by the wonderful Sky_kiss’s fic Pictures of You GO READ IT !!!
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maybe helmets are going off season now by Deitentric, lazarustears (ryyss)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
12 Nov 2025
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None of his things held sentimental value, therefore there would be no pain in losing them, sure.
Still, it didn’t mean that it wasn’t a bitch to handle when his helmet broke down for what was probably the sixth time this month.
“It’s like a beacon,” Dick said around the mouthful of the alarmingly red venison chili he had ordered online. He was seated on the kitchen’s barstool and was gesturing at the helmet which Jason held across him on the island. “It’s bright red, Jay. You’re almost giving people permission to hit your head around like a baseball.”
or: jason's melodramatic and his helmet keeps breaking. things aren't really this simple.
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cut off a piece (and with it your scowl, the armor around your heart, until you are closing your eyes in the sunset and nothing can change you) by Codytheking (Deitentric)
Fandoms: Space Boy (Webcomic)
02 Nov 2025
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With every time she remembers, she slices the paper as angrily as she can, as choppily and with as much force as her scissors can take. The paper falls to the ground in folded pieces.
With every cut she makes, she imagines it to be a memory cut off, removed, but she always remembers.
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DAY TWENTY-SIX // alternate prompt : jealousy
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- Part 26 of Codi's Whumptober 2025
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Dick Grayson and the terrible, no-good, absolutely awful helmet by Deitentric, Quill_writes
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Nightwing (Comics)
30 Oct 2025
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Jason is worried about Dick. There's too much on his brother's shoulders (for all Dick would never admit it), and no one else seems to care. After a helmet modification turned practical joke, Jason decides to make that making it Dick's problem might be the only way to look out for his brother. What he doesn't realize is that Dick is looking back.
Dick finally lowered his hands, brushing a clump of hair off his face, which slumped into a serious expression. For a moment, the man he’d become in the wake of Bruce’s death took his place, hair brutally murdered in pursuit of matching the look of a dead man, Atlas defeated by the weight of the world. Then he turned and took in Jason completely, from the top of his white-stained head all the way to his boots.
“Is that… Are those cat ears?”
Or: 5 times Jason tried to be there for Dick, and 1 time Dick returned the favour.
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Swing Both Ways (with a gun and a trapeze) by Deitentric, SaviouroftheStars
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
22 Oct 2025
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What the hell," Jason says. He's parked in his apartment hallway, frozen in place by the Wednesday mail.
“The Flying Grayson Soars Again”, says the flyer tucked between two coupons for ant extermination. Dick Grayson's face beams up at him from the glossy cardstock. He has never looked happier.
...Dick leaves Gotham behind after Jason dies in Ethiopia and returns to his circus roots.
Jason tries not to be offended, but really, who moves on like that?
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whumptober of 2025 ! ! ! ! mixed fandoms, all fics by codytheking (deitentric) :DDDDD
i do not write whump but i tried!
not explicit ! no swearing ! :)
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suncatcher by NORsevvy
Fandoms: The Hunger Games (Movies), Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
17 Jul 2025
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Sometimes, she imagines she’s nearly eighty. It’s easier to imagine that it had been here. Annie finds herself buried in those thoughts. She is nearly eighty. The war has been over for so many years. The peace has lasted and will last long after the two of them are gone. He went first, but she will follow after—they’re old enough for it to be reasonable.
Annie is not eighty and neither is he. The bottom of the ocean is a distant, faraway thought in the back of her mind. She breathes him in, feels warmer than she has since she woke a handful of hours ago, and allows herself to fall into a thousand dreams where both of them are younger than they ever had been with each other, where the ocean is vast and expansive, where his face is full and easy for her to see. Where each freckle is washed in gold, where his eyes meet hers and stay focused.
Annie wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses his cheek, and he’s real, he’s real, he’s real. The water stays at their hips and does not go an inch higher, and he kisses her back, and neither one of them is gone.
(or, a 5+1 look into the aftermath of finnick odair's death)
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- Part 1 of oranges
Bookmarked by Codytheking (Deitentric)
29 Apr 2026
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cried
when they made a monument and grew the flowers in the grass and left little things in it i swear i cant even do this i
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A painting is one moment, frozen in time. And outside the world of that canvas, people can grow, they can change, and they can heal.
Years after the original canvas is destroyed, the Dessendre family decides to repaint Lumiere. On the cusp of a new world, Maelle and Verso have a conversation.
Bookmarked by Codytheking (Deitentric)
15 Mar 2026
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absolutely beautiful. build a new life seven years later gjfjjffjjfjcjc
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“Could you play for me?” she asks one evening, catching him alone in one of the rooftop gardens. “Please. Like in the camp, remember? Just this one time.”
He wants to say no, but — this feels different. He looks at her, pale in the dim light of the lanterns, and sees it immediately — the outline of the paint covering her face almost completely.
“You’re dying.”
She doesn’t deny it.
Or: Maelle and Verso have a chat decades after defeating the Paintress.
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Bookmarked by Codytheking (Deitentric)
23 Feb 2026
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so what if you stabbed your half-sister bc she was too clingy while she sobbed about not being wanted and desperately wanted you to play piano for her but you were suicidal so you died instead ??
yeah so um if so then you're verso dessendre congrats. beautiful fic.
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It’s her own chroma reaching out to her, sweet and cool, scented with smoke and sweat. Aline lifts her head. Verso stares back—her beautiful boy, caked in blood, white petals fluttering around his mangled form. He smiles. All the clumsy stitching across her heart—her desperate attempts to self-soothe, to heal, to pull herself back together—tear at the seams.
“Do you recognize me?” Verso whispers. The weight of more than a century hangs off his shoulders. It does nothing to touch the childish longing in his pale eyes, or the feverish, desperate way he clutches at her.
“Always." Aline cups his cheek. She strokes her thumb over the scar marring his face, a lone imperfection worn so proudly. “Verso.”
(Verso leaps free of the painting. After decades apart, he and Aline share a final conversation).
Bookmarked by Codytheking (Deitentric)
01 Feb 2026
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somehow i forgot to bookmark this sooner but my goodness i cried. if there was a competition for moaning to myself whilst reading i would've won first second third and honorable mention already
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Nocturne pour les Rêveuses by Anonymous
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
24 Jan 2026
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The Burn consumes. She’s in the manor, trapped, unable to yell for help as her lungs fill with smoke. She’s at the base of the Monolith, thrashing against the heat, Lune and Sciel’s cries loud in her ears, Verso’s arms tight around her shoulders.
She’s on Sirène’s island, unable to move as the immolated Nevron’s death throes bring it hurtling back towards her, screeching, twisting in the embers, its hair and mask melted, dripping in fetid chunks—
Revealing her own scarred face beneath.
“No!”
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In which an unpleasant dream leads to a late night conversation.
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Bookmarked by Codytheking (Deitentric)
26 Jan 2026
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did you know that alicia post-canvas means very much to me and i am trying not to cry and and and OWIE this fic is like stubbing ur toe on a chair and losing your mind while sobbing on the floor clutching said toe