#*insert evil cackle*

[demaparbat-hp]

*pats Zuko's head* This bad boy can fit so many near-death experiences.

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Read For the Spirits Chapter VIII here!

[sugarwarachan]

over 600 followers in a week?? 😭😭 get ready to eat some bakugou/kirishima/reader FILTH my lovelies!!!

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

💙for kanej, let’s goooooooo 🫶

drunken/tipsy kiss

For the record, Kaz is blaming Jesper for this one.

To be fair, Kaz blames Jesper for a lot of things. Like teaching Inej's male cousins the words to that stupid Kaelish love song, "Black is the Color," or some such thing, or insisting on trying to introduce color to Kaz's wardrobe, or the mangy orange and white cat that's taken up residence in the Slat. Granted, the last thing is not really Jesper's fault, but given time, and the proper motivation, Kaz is confident he can pin the blame on Jesper somehow.

Not this time, though. No, this time, this whole stupid situation is entirely Jesper's fault.

Jesper's fault, and the homemade moonshine that Colm Fahey brews with peaches and strawberries and wild ginger. He sent Jesper a jar of the stuff for the winter Kerst celebration, and now it seems like the entire Slat is near falling down drunk.

"It was one jar," Kaz says now, his tongue oddly thick. He hadn't been able to escape getting a glass shoved into his hand, so he'd looked at the seemingly innocuous pinkish-gold liquid and knocked it back without even thinking. He's had paint thinner that's milder than whatever brew this is. "How does one jar do all this?"

Inej is listing besides him, her long braid nearly coming undone. She says wisely, "Jesper says his da brews it with the fermented honey water. To give it, it, you know. Extra strength."

"All the Saints and their ugly mothers," Kaz mumbles and Inej swats at him, and misses by a mile. Which is a sign of just how potent this stuff is.

Inej had accepted a glass of moonshine from Jesper, tempered with water, and she'd danced with nearly everyone in the Slat--all the young kids, Anika, Pim, Roeder, Jesper, even Wylan, who let Inej drag him away from the upright piano someone shoved into the corner. No one's played it until tonight, until Wylan has started playing. Then someone got out a tin pennywhistle and another person dragged in a fiddler player from one of musician troupes that walk the Barrel busking inside, and the moonshine had flowed like water.

Music, wild and raucous and only slightly out of tune, poured out of the Slat, and the Dregs had danced like madmen, like heathens, howling at the winter moon. Kaz sat by the wall and watched; no one would ask Dirtyhands to dance, even if they didn't account for his leg. But he didn't mind watching Inej dance, her hair whipping around her, as she used her hands and feet to tell a story of a Saint defeating a monster on a mountain. Her hair is curtain of black silk in the light, and he wants to bury his face in it.

He blinks at the unguarded thought, shifting as Inej lists further and further, leaning into him more fully. "Sorry, sorry," she says, her s's oddly, delightfully sharp. Like a piece of ginger candy. "The room's dancing."

"The room's not dancing, you are," he says nonsensically and then gives up on shifting altogether. Inej is pressed up against him now, their layers of clothing between them prevent any skin on skin touch, but his heart pounds at her proximity anyways. He suspects that no matter how long he's gotten used to touching her, it always will.

"Did you like it?" Inej asks, a little dizzily. "Seeing me dance," she clarifies when he doesn't answer right away. "I didn't have the bell anklets, or the finger cymbals, but I think I got all the steps right. From what I could remember. Mama would do it better, though. Or Cousin Kathani."

Kaz couldn't tell her what they could do any better than Inej, and says so. Inej beams up at him, that smile he'd crawl over hot coals for, and for one glorious moment, leans her head on his shoulder. "One day I'll take you," she says, as the room continues to waltz and weave around them. "And you'll see me dancing. Properly, with jasmine and everything."

Later, he can blame this on the moonshine. Or the dancing room. Or the wild laughter and music still going around them, sealing them away from the outside world, and whatever consequences face them out there. But he finds himself pressing his lips to the crown of her head, lingering on the silky smooth strands, the scent of moonshine and the gardenia oil she uses on her hair. It lasts no more than second, but Inej's hands curl in the fabric of his waistcoat. Her breath catches in her throat, not in pain or fear, just dazed wonder.

He holds the moment as long as he dares, like a magician dragging out the climax of a trick before he releases the tension and settles back against the wall. Inej is still in his arms, and the room dances on all around them. Just this once, he can give Jesper and the moonshine credit.

[foxmuldeer]

how many times can i be ominous and foreshadow-y in a chapter?? does the limit exist?? i kind of don't care if it does !

[the-kingshound]

Bestie, how did you manage to make a bad situation for MC even worse???? Like damn let them breath 💀

NO. MORE PAIN FOR MC!!

[definitelynotshouting]

I'm in pain I'M IN PAIN OH MY GOD. I was hoping BEGGING Mumbo to say something, to call Grian out and for the tiniest of moments I almost thought he would and aaAAAAAAA--

>:]

[anticidic]

writing coping hours and naturally I gravitate to angst like I'm hurtling toward the sun like Icarus

[solsticelosthermind]

It is very difficult to write a believable fight when the enemy can just explode a hand through your body whenever he wants. It’s like: why are they running. Why is the divine being allowing you to run. Where do you think you can go if they can see you like you’re a drawing on paper. Why isn’t it just crushing your heart with its wonky ass fourth dimensional nonsense. And there’s at LEAST two of them. Three, considering that one panel. Why are they playing cat and mouse with you??

OBVIOUSLY Because I, the author, (also possibly the people actually writing the canon but this ain’t about them they did this they can suffer) need the main characters to survive long enough to manage a Level Up of Super Saiyan Proportions! We need Vegeta with his little monocle going ‘woah how is their power suddenly 99kabazillion points! They’re only level two!’

Obviously. But. Narratively. You should be dead, babycakes. You and your man should be fully murdered. How do I write them not turning you into cosmic paste in such a way that it doesn’t make me as angry as dragonball did. Christ I can’t stand that anime but that is not the point. The point!! Is why the fuck is the enemy like that even. Insane. Complete nonsense.

I’m going to write something so stupid. This is genuinely delightful.

(Me half an hour later: actually, fuck, if I completely cut out B then A and C connect so well and it flows better. Goddamnit.)

[demaparbat-hp]

Mutual damage (a WIP)

[mynahx3]

Gonna write a fic with Suguru or Nanami inspired by Hozier's new song Too Sweet

finna be angsty but prob with a happy ending

[buff-borf-bork]

My reader insert this time around has quickly turned into an unnamed self insert but its fine cause its in ao3's anon collection so ~no one will ever know~

[twicethetrouble]

Writing Family Web Daily: Day 19 (This is my catchup day)

[skipping to the next bit b/c this scene is almost over but it’s annoying me and I don’t feel like fighting with it atm. I want to move on with the plot, damn it!]

[content warning for blood.]

A scream had Leo moving before he could even recognize the voice. He didn't even notice one foot still caught in the blanket until he was tumbling to the ground.

Air was knocked out of his lungs as his sides hit the ground hard, the pain of it making him see stars.

Leo laid where he landed for a moment, waiting for his sides to stop screaming at him. Ok, so apparently, they weren't going away like Leo had hoped. He'd...deal with that. Later. When he wasn't being woken up by someone screaming in the middle of the night.

He had just got back on his feet when a very panicked Raph burst through Leo's curtain carrying Mikey. And oh boy was that a lot of blood.

“Raph, put me down!” Mikey whined. Leo had to remind himself to breathe. He sounded alright, more annoyed than in pain so it couldn't be as bad as it looked. Though it looked pretty bad. Raph certainly thought so, panicked beyond the ability to use words as he held Mikey out towards Leo in a clear request to help.

“Ok, ok, let me see what's going on first,” Leo said, trying to sound calm. He flipped the light switch quickly so he could get a better look.

Mikey's face and neck were covered in a tacky mess of semi-dried blood, sealing his eyes shut. The bleeding must have happened over an hour ago, probably while he slept if the large smear where his head normally sat on a pillow was anything to go by. The collar of his sleep shirt was soaked pretty thoroughly as well, but that wasn't a concern at the moment.

“Hey Mikey, can you tell me what happened?” Leo asked, examining his brother's face with light touches trying to find a wound. He was pretty sure it was a head wound since it was most of his head that was covered, and head wounds are known to bleed a lot.

“Nothing happened,” Mikey sounded exasperated as he wiggled in Raph's grasp, more in silent protest than actually trying to escape it. “I woke up with a lot of goopy sleep in my eyes. I didn't like it so i went to go wash it off in the bathroom. But then Raph screamed, picked me up, and now we're here. and no one's explaining why.”

“Well, you see, little brother, that is not sleep in your eyes, it's dried blood that I’m currently looking for the source of right now,” Leo explained. He tried to make it sound like as little of a concern as possible, but judging my Mikey's immediately change in demeanor, that didn't work.

[ilyuu-archive]

IT’S OUT FOLKS.

[whichwanderer]

@bluepeapod

[rosemelodyshah]

ROSIE

A lil birdie told me bout your coding....

SHOW US SOME OF EHAT YOUVE DONEEEE

My squad is here I see

What do you mean by what I've done?? As in a lil for practice website I've built?

Bc whether or not iVe done that or whether or not I'll show that remains to be answered 🙃

For now tho

Practicing linking links easily for which I use my blogs for the practice:

Not sure if it's obvious but this is the result of clicking on a link I made through code. It's a very simple thing but I enjoy practicing links a lot.

Maybe if I'm free I'll share some of the other (and more impressive) things I've done on the distant future.

Also. Imma have to speak to my scibir's. Remind me of that, will you.

[alittlesketchy3]

GUYS I GOTTA GM A DND CAMPAIGN AND IDK HOW I SHOULD EVEN GO ABOUR CRAFTING A STORY WHAT SHOULD I WRITE UP I NEED IDEAS PEOPLE ANYTHING WILL HELP WITH THE STORY PLANNING

ANYTHING WOULD HELP! ANY IDEAS, TIPS, TRICKS, POINTERS, PARTICULAR RULES, WHAT I SHOULD AND SHOULDNT BOTHER WITH DESCRIBING!!! HELP PLS