#Chapter update!

[slytherin-green-queen]

Fanfic has been updated!

Chapters 5 and 6 of my Kotlc fanfic are now available to read, and with that, I am all caught up!

And here's some doodles I did of Alden's office:

[kindlingkeen]

Chapter 6: Interlude

Summary:

Gotham’s finest works their case.

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Resurrected Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Protective Jim Gordon, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Jason Todd-centric, POV Alternating, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Jason is fifteen and dying, choking on smoke in a warehouse. Jason is sixteen and buried, clawing his way desperately to freedom. Jason is seventeen and drowning, waking up to green fire. Jason is nineteen and dying for the second time, bleeding out to the sound of laughter in an abandoned apartment building.

Jason is sixteen and six feet beneath the earth again. But this time, when he wakes up he’s in a hospital bed, and he’s not alone.

Jim Gordon, meanwhile, would really like to know what the hell is going on in his city this time.

Image from Batman: A Death in the Family

[the-writing-mobster]

| HARK! A NEW TMDG CHAPTER HAS HIT THE PENTAGON! | Chapter 17 is OUT and ready to be picked to pieces! | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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Small Chapter Excerpt ~

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He’d found her… 

Heart leaping into her throat, Frisk’s hands dug into the gritty sand. Fingers ensnared on a jagged rock that she hoisted up into the air! 

“What have you done!” she roared as the rock hurled down into that horrid sneer! Hurled down into that greasy beard! Into those wild eyes that had leered at her for far too long! 

The rock cracked through raw cartilage. Its bleeding surface shined in the moonlight, and that grotesque skull caved, squelching and screaming, beneath her vengeful fist. She lifted the rock high into the sky, her body reeling from the force like she were bound to worship this ceaseless violence for forever! Bound to this inescapable fate. And the face beneath her was twisted in its viscera. 

Brown hair, bleeding teeth, dull, dark eyes framed by thick, fluttering lashes that all begged for mercy. Begged for her to stop! But she couldn’t stop. 

Couldn’t or wouldn’t? 

She needed this more than air.

And the rock crushed the sparrow beneath her. Crushed the bleating lamb! The innocent fawn with its throat torn out across the desert floor. 

“You did this! It was you!” 

Down bludgeoned her fist! 

Her own face cracking beneath its hunger! 

“You deserve this, you fucking coward!”

Down hurled the rock; a meteor, and His face was the Earth. 

His flesh, collateral. His grinning sneer would be erased! Erased from her memory! He would torment her no longer! NO LONGER! 

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”  

[ask-destabilizeau]

The first chapter has been uploaded!! I will also be updating the pinned post based on the new changes ^w^

[purplesauris]

Wash Over Me Like a Hurricane (4)

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Rating: Explicit (soon)

He allows himself the night to sulk and lick his wounds, nursing his battered heart, and come morning, he spends a bit of extra time ensuring his feathers are neat and his talons polished to a gleam, delicate silver jewelry woven around his horns before he makes for the main room.

Hob may not want him, may have only been playing a game, but Dream will show him all he has thrown away with his narrow-minded view. 

When he steps into the room the first thing he notices is that Hob is nowhere to be found, and the fire he normally has roaring by now to warm the cave is nothing but ashes, long cold.

A familiar pain burrows into his heart, spearing through his lungs and making it difficult to breathe, but Dream refuses to be cowed by it. To let it fester anymore than it already has. Hob has been with him for a scant seven months— he will not fall apart over a human he barely knows, one who shied away when Dream finally rose to meet him.

He builds the fire to a roar, the flames nearly licking the ceiling, and sits there staring for a while, watching the dancing of the fire as he waits for Hob to slink back from wherever he ran off to.

Read more on AO3!

[theoriginalladya]

Everybody Loses It - Chapter Update

(commissioned art of Rhys Shepard and Kaidan Alenko by @xla-hainex)

Everybody Loses It

Summary: One of the first human biotics, prothean specialist Dr. Rhys Shepard has fought for years to distance himself from the events at BAaT and distance himself from his parents and their military careers. When a prothean beacon is discovered on Eden Prime, he snatches the chance to finally prove himself.

Until the geth attack and he comes face to face with a part of his past he thought long dead...

Chapter 3: Welcome to the Citadel

Excerpt:

Rhys is foolish enough to think walking away from the Normandy – from Kaidan, for a third time in his life – will be easy.  He ends up calling himself all kinds of foolish as he, Sara and the rest of the ground team from Eden Prime hit the docs of the Citadel together.  They’re at the heart of galactic civilization.  The Council, the ambassador – Someone’s going to want to hear about what happened, even if it happened on a backwater human colony. Sure enough, the very second the elevator doors open just outside of C-Sec headquarters, they’re greeted by an escort and an aide sent by the ambassador to greet them. “More like herd us to the embassies,” Rhys mutters beneath his breath.  Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Kaidan’s glance at him, but Rhys lets it go.  He’s never met Ambassador Udina, but he’s heard stories.  He isn’t expecting this meeting to go well.  What I’d give for the days of sunshine and bunnies back home.  At least there I can use my shotgun to take care of the wolves.

Read Chapter | Read From Beginning | Read Series

Just a few things to note:

1) Rhys is a slightly older Shepard, a combination of a spacer and Earthborn background, and non-military. He goes off to college and graduate school and becomes a prothean specialist

2) He and Kaidan have known one another since BAaT. They have a history together.

3) Kaidan is the Commander of the Normandy. He essentially takes over the role of Shepard in the ME canon timeline

This story isn't a retelling of all of game 1, but will use bits and pieces of it that fit for their story.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing them!

For anyone interested, Rhys has two playlists on Spotify.

This one is associated with his story The Barn called Shore Leave on Mindoir

And this is his general playlist that I listen to while writing for him. It may change some as his story continues.

If you have any questions about Rhys, feel free to drop an ask! I love to talk about my characters! :)

Enjoy!

[phynoma]

an extant form of life- chapter 4!!

There are limited luxuries in Jon's life, and he enjoys them where he can. The bathroom, for example, is large for his flat– something about it being a handicap accessible unit– and it even includes a shower/bath combo, rather than one or the other. The tub is ancient, but it works, and Jon can fully stretch out in it when he's feeling decadent enough to run his water bill up for a bath. Now isn't the time for such things, but there's an inherent comfort of this room. Jon allows himself to lean back against the bathroom door and admit, for a moment, that he's not quite as in control of this situation as he'd hoped.

[mischievouschan4]

Fic update!!!

Obi-Wan experiences a bit of an emotional metamorphosis as he goes through his Trials for a second time. Maul suffers and Dooku reveals his hand.

It only took a month of writing and then another week of sitting on it wondering if it was good enough before I decided to post 🙈

Hope you enjoy!

[i-logophile]

The Glass Pawn Ch. 8 posted!

Chapter 8: Deception is My Métier is up!

Summary:

Doubt began niggling at the back of Leo's mind. Doubt and confusion.

Bishop was the bad guy. He was the villain. Like Krang Prime.

But Krang Prime had beaten Leo to a bloody pulp, and Bishop… had never actually laid a hand on him.

“Leonardo,” Bishop said, stepping closer. “Trust me. I’m telling the truth. You know I’m telling the truth.”

I do?

[kitsunefaux]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakura Ryou & Yami Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura, Bakura Ryou & Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou & Marik Ishtar, Bakura Ryou & Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Bakura Ryou/Zorc Necrophades Characters: Bakura Ryou, Yami Bakura, Thief King Bakura, Marik Ishtar, Yami Marik, Zorc Necrophades, Sera (Yu-Gi-Oh), Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Ishizu Ishtar, Diabound (Yu-Gi-Oh) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Non-Linear Narrative, References to manga canon, Post-Ceremonial Duel (Yu-Gi-Oh), Tendershipping, Gemshipping, Leechshipping, Hints of Conspireshipping, Background Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, human!Zorc, Out of Character Aigami | Diva, Out of Character Sera, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Depression, Social Anxiety, Dissociation/Derealization, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Codependency, Sennen Items | Millennium Items, Soul Room as Mind Palace, Magic, Memories, Ghosts, Gods, Avatars, Possession, Creative License: Egyptian Mythology, Taking a hatchet to DSoD’s plot and using the pieces to make something new, Rating May Change Series: Part 3 of Chiaroscuro AU Summary:

A spirit carves a hole into a boy's heart that he might crawl inside and nestle in its warmth. Now, he is gone, and Ryou is left with a gnawing wound, memories, and the certainty that he will get Bakura back.

Behind the curtain, gods meddle, resetting the board for the start of another game. A new cycle of the world has begun.

[mareenavee]

The World on Our Shoulders | Chapter 28: Never Quite Awake

Thank you to @rainpebble3, @paraparadigm and @changelingsandothernonsense for your amazing beta work <3

Chapter 28: Never Quite Awake

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Nyenna hadn’t known darkness to shift so much — switching from the sort of crushing deep black to which she was accustomed — to the clear deep blue of a night sky, though the stars were starkly absent. Sometimes the air smelt of mushrooms, if there was any air at all. Sometimes she thought she saw silhouettes against the dark backdrop, or heard the sea. There was a sense of movement through the ever-present ache. And a chiming. Such a chiming. She’d heard this before. It had been so, so long ago. She tried to look around, but found only an expanse of nothing in any direction. All was still. Was she?

When the image, such as it was, shifted, she was floating, lifted from the depths. The heavens were like water wrapping around her limbs. Then, the familiar smell of lavender soap, a strange comfort. Where she had been numb, warmth crept through her skin. Her neck felt too weak to hold her head up and she could not open her eyes. Instead, she tilted her head back until she breathed in the sky; if any stars were hidden underneath, they now lived in her lungs, tiny sparks like diamonds uncovered from ashes.

That was the other smell — mushrooms, lavender and now ashes. This time, she’d almost opened her eyes. Almost, if not for the pain. Her mind was flooded with questions in languages she couldn’t understand. Figures clad in shadow pulled at her arms, her hair. The words were soothing, but she could not be calmed. The shadows cast their spells, and still she could not find her own words to answer them. A screech tore through her throat and echoed in her skull. The voices became frantic, the figures skittering around her in the haze. The sky-turned-water pulled her under. There was no air. Her half-consciousness was torn from her, and she returned swiftly to the crushing darkness. Familiar — but why? And again that chiming was louder than the waves.

She did not know how long it lasted. This time, she heard the wind before she felt the morning mist on her skin. Different. She opened her eyes, not having realized they’d been closed before. She could feel her hands and feet where they’d only been vague concepts previously, and liminal ones at that. She sighed, flexed her fingers, and looked out at the edge of the horizon, if that’s what it was at all. Things were slowly greying, like a bloom of watercolor touched to sodden paper. As if light was crawling pigment, the sun, maybe, lit the field she was standing in — though she couldn’t recall when last she’d felt its warmth. Whatever this was, with how quickly the image changed, she was thrown off balance at best. So long she had floated in nothingness, unable to order anything at all. And yet here she stood on solid ground. Beneath the whisper of the wind, chiming faded. She could still hear it, barely.

But the mist — yes. This felt familiar in a different way. Something like Whiterun, out by the river. The tundra cotton. She could see it now in tufted bunches dotting the landscape. Grasses, too, dried in places but bright green by the water. She’d never seen Skyrim in the height of summer, but she’d always imagined it like this — warm, plenty of flowers. Mudcrabs chittering in shallow ponds. Red foxes running across open fields. Elk grazing in the distance. Even bees buzzing, working as if all was exactly as it had always been and not this odd dream-version of things. Beautiful regardless of the weather, the rain, the mist, the surreality. She didn’t feel misplaced here.

Nyenna turned her face to the sun, let herself bask in its warmth as if she was one of the scraggly trees which dotted the landscape. She reached her arms toward the light, the clouds, and a dusty blanket fell from her shoulders with a strange, muffled, heavy sound. She hadn’t figured out where it came from, and didn’t care. She felt strangely present in a way she’d forgotten she was able to feel. She kept her arms raised and sighed, content. The bees still buzzed around her.

“What are you doing?” came a voice. Smooth, with a heavy New Balmora accent, tinged with just the barest hint of Nordic brogue. Familiar, but distant. Like he was too far away. Something ached in her chest at the sound.

Athis. -> Read the rest on AO3

[toonaviv]

chapter 3 was really good.

[Image description: Digital drawing of characters from Deltarune chapter 3. Toriel and Asgore are walking away from each other with neutral expressions on their face. Tenna is clinging onto the back of their shirts, looking nervously into the pit he is dangling over. In the pit is the Roaring Knight grinning at dark world Kris. Text above them reads "Divorce leads TV to the worst places." End description.]

[kindlingkeen]

Chapter 4: Suppressive Fire

In which Bruce keeps it together, and it all falls apart.

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd Characters: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Crime Alley | Park Row Residents (DCU) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Competent Jason Todd, Smart Jason Todd, Scheming, POV Alternating, Tags May Change Series: Part 2 of Asymmetrical Warfare Summary:

Jason watches the black and whites swarming what used to be his third favorite safehouse and fumes. Ever since the skirmish at Black Mask’s warehouse, the bats have been relentless. Maybe it’s time he brought the fight to their door for a change.

[yeslikethewizard]

【 A Cat Among Wolves - Ch. 11 Update!】

LINK: Chapter 11 - mired in memory FANDOM: The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System RATING: M, full tags and content warning on A03 PAIRINGS: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe, One sided SQQ’s harem hopelessly in love with him

SUMMARY:

Shen Yuan never expected to be transmigrated—who DOES expect that sort of thing!? But here he is, in the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way as some NPC demon child who is at the complete mercy of the cultivation world around him. When he runs into Luo Binghe it is like fate itself plucked him up and set Shen Yuan into the world to be with the Protagonist. Keep him safe. Make sure that Luo Binghe won’t ever have to be alone in the world.

But staying at Luo Binghe’s side will be easier said than done, even if his mysterious heritage lands him in the good graces of the Scum Villain, Shen Yuan is still a demon. One living in the middle of a cultivation sect. Not to mention that something—something darker and stronger than Shen Yuan—seems to be messing with the plot, and not changing things for the better. Like Shen Yuan didn’t already have enough on his plate to deal with.

EXCERPT:

In the next memory he is standing on a grassy hill. The sky is golden-orange as the sun sets, but he keeps his eyes on the young boy of twelve that runs through the fields at the foot of the hill. On the boy’s shoulders there is a toddler, triangle-like ears perked up and tail sticking straight up in the air while he holds his pudgy arms out to the side like a gliding bird. Xun Fu chuckles softly at the sight of them, and hears a gentler laugh join his own. He turns to see his Shizun has approached.

Jiang He is a tall man, though has always had a strangely delicate look despite his strength. Lychee eyes soften his face, dark in color but keen in the way that they look over the two younger members of his sect. Jiang He’s robes are in rich, earthy tones that offset his pale skin. Comparably simple to other sects really. But there is a serene expression on Jiang He’s face that makes Xun Fu think that he would look at ease regardless of the quality of his clothing.

“Ah, I see Xiao-Shen has taken over Bai Chen’s training,” Jiang He says with a warm chuckle. Xun Fu looks down to where his disciple and Shen Ruoxi’s son make meandering paths through the fields below. Shen Ruoxi had explained that the boy could take another name in the future, if he wanted, but most demons did not have a family and given name. They tended to have one name, or simple names that reflected titles. So in the beginning the child would  “Xiao-Shen” since he was the little version of Shen Ruoxi. If he wanted another name later, he could always choose one after all.

“Shen-shimei dropped him off because he kept pestering her to watch some disciples doing their training. She and Qiang-Jun had to go get that doctor to take a look at that Three-Headed Sapphire-Backed Hyena’s paw. We’re happy to watch after him, and if he wants to boss Bai Chen around he’s welcome to it for the day,” Xun Fu answers with a laugh. There’s a point where the little toddler lets out an exclamation and points at some invisible opponent. Bai Chen pulls out his sheathed sword and pretends to do battle with it to the exclaimed directions of the small child below.

“His training is coming along well,” Jiang He comments after a moment. “Those are good sword forms.”

Xun Fu can’t help the thrill of pride he feels at the words. He has never quite grown out of hearing praise from his shizun, and doesn’t think that he ever would. The man had never been stingy about it, but that did not mean he gave it away without meaning at all.

“He’s a promising disciple,” Xun Fu says, the pride warming his tone is impossible to hide. Jiang He hums with agreement. 

This is a good memory too. Where Jiang He stands at his shoulder and they watch the children below play in the fields. Like this, he feels like he has not failed his master so much. But this is also a memory, and Xun Fu is in the memory but aware of what comes after. He knows that this happiness is a fragile thing.

“Shizun!” Bai Chen’s breathless shout catches the attention of the two men. The youth is charging up the hill, his long hair is completely down around his shoulders because Xiao-Shen has managed to pull the ribbon keeping it out. Jiang He laughs at the sight of the boys, impropriety or not. “Ah! Jiang-shizu, hello!”

Bai Chen is a youth of good bearing—a round face with wide-open eyes and a bright smile. He looks like the kind of upright young hero that kids like to read about in their stories, though his appearance is somewhat dashed thanks to his hair falling wildly around his shoulders. Xiao-Shen, perched on top of said shoulders with the ribbon that once held Bai Chen’s hair up in his hands, lets out an exclamation of, “Ah!”

“Hello,” Jiang He says with a soft chuckle. He plucks baby Shen from Bai Chen’s shoulders when the child holds his hands out to him and starts to kick his stubby legs. Even his tail is a stubby little thing at this point, more of a triangle than anything—like most kittens. Still, he purrs as he sinks into Jiang He’s hold. “Your sword forms are coming along well.”

Bai Chen visibly puffs up at that, shooting Xun Fu a delighted look. Xun Fu chuckles, ruffling Bai Chen’s hair even more than it already was. The youth laughs, ducking out of his grasp, “Shizun! Don’t! Ah, Xiao-Shen give Bai-shixiong his ribbon, okay?”

[mothsshoes]

updated my dess design… for no reason in particular