#balthazarusrex

[nb-octopus-writes]

@balthazarusrex said,

Accidental Polycule Infiltration, please!

Oozing reluctance, Roman stops kissing Logan. Remus hands him his die, and Remy passes Logan the other.

Logan rolls, and gets a four. Roman shakes his die around in his hand a bit longer, looking thoughtful, then presents his closed fist to Logan with a sweet expression. Logan looks fondly exasperated, but kisses Roman's curled fingers. Roman rolls.

He gets a two.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my January 8th post here; Paired Bands for @somefishycat and @balthazarusrex, thanks!

‟For me? Why?” Sho asked, already turning to reach out. There had been a long time in his life when it was best to expect nothing, but Kei had . . . changed that years ago now, and Sho was quite comfortable being excited for presents these days. Whatever they might be. But it was still a little unusual for Kei to turn up with something just because and not just leave it in Sho’s room or around their apartment. Kei displayed a thick metal band, something - engraving? - interrupting the shine around the outside with glints and shadows. It was too big for a ring and too small for much else, but. . .

[aparticularbandit]

@balthazarusrex - i made progress on an fsf prompt, and here are your additional words from witch hood fic! thanks so much for asking!

“I….”  You hang your head.  “I don’t know.”  Even though it’s not your fault that you don’t know.  It’s your papa’s fault.  Your papa’s and his wife’s, for not ever letting you be around your baby sister to know.  “She’s…she’s almost a year old, so…food?  Maybe?”

“We’ll find out.”  Fay leads you gently to one of the counters and hands you some carrots.  “Here.  Chop these.”

@tamsinswriting - your words from monaca towa fic!

The closer Monaca gets to the cabins, the more she smells something fishy cooking.  Her stomach rumbles even harder, and that – combined with the bright sun and the lack of real rest – sets her into a foul mood.  She storms towards the scent of grilled fish, and on seeing Servant in front of a grill, she barks out, “You! Forgot! To! Invite! Monaca!”

(It’s easier to be mad than it is to be afraid.  The fear is still there, curled around her heart, but she can ignore it as long as she’s yelling at someone.)

[aparticularbandit]

@balthazarusrex - your words from witch hood fic!

“When I got upstairs, the cloak was trying to eat my baby sister.”

There’s no gasp.  Fay doesn’t ask what happened to your papa’s wife.  Somehow, you’re certain she already knows.

Did she intend for that?  She can’t have.  The cloak was for your protection, not to murder your papa’s wife, not to attack your papa, not to attack your baby sister.  Wasn’t it?  That’s what she said, and you always believed her, but now….

No.

You trust Fay.

Wholeheartedly.

(You still don’t have the answers to those questions.  You’re not sure you ever will.)

@wizisbored - your words from oalh!

A single garment bag hangs in Kyoko’s closet.  By all accounts, Mikan shouldn’t recognize it, and maybe if her beloved hadn’t planned for this, she wouldn’t.  But the bag in Kyoko’s closet matches the bag Ryoko held tightly to her when they left the site of the Killing Game, which means it could only have come from her beloved herself.

Mikan’s teeth grit.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 1/1/2025

Staying caught up so far, possibly because the WIPs I got the most requests for (particularly 5 Years, which I started publishing this weekend!) are also the ones my brain wants to write right now. Sentences and Bead Flapjack under cut:

marble wall 2 for @balthazarusrex @skarabrae-stone

Hunter points to something in a large box. Luz picks a dark piece of cloth out of it, holding it pinched between two fingers like something gross. She says something Gus can't hear, and Hunter responds. Gus leaves them to whatever that's about. They'll tell him later, if it's important. He needs to shop for himself!

marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

She leads the way back to the living room, looking behind her several times to see that everyone is following. She stops at the body lying on the floor, staring down at it for a long moment. “Okay, so, I know you said you wanted to go directly in the ground, and I respect that, but can I make a suggestion?”

ones left behind for @eriquin @catboy-jupiter @zyrafowe-sny @sweetbeanma @aparticularbandit

@tamsinswriting

Eber crawls forward, trying to reach the beast's face without being torn to shreds. It's flatter than most avians; Eda does not have a beak like many feathered demons do. She does, quite clearly, have a full set of teeth. Several sets of teeth? Sharp. He hooks an arm around her neck. The feathers are long and thick here, nearly as long as flight feathers. Pulling them out would hurt her. Eber tries to be gentle, but, well. Holding a beast’s head still when they're trying to kill you is difficult to do gently. “You're okay,” Raine says. “Just drink this. We're trying to help you.” The beast jerks her head away again, and several long feathers fall out, some of them still ending in tiny droplets of blood. Shit. This isn't going to work. Eber tries to back away from the sharp teeth, and— Her eyes. Her eyes catch the light and reflect it back at him, pupils huge like a nocturnal creature in the dark.

5 Years for @wizisbored @kalira @whimsicalmeerkat @sarosthewizarddude @twyrewolf

@auburnlaughter @asha10100101010 @nonbinary-octopus

JUICE: hi dr cass i have questions … CASS: You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that. What do you want to know? JUICE: uh you said i'm supposed to explore how will i know what to do i don't think i know very much … CASS: Maybe you're not aware of it yet, but I promise you, everything you need to know is all in your brain already. Thousands of people worked very hard for more than a decade to make sure you were fully prepared for this mission. We’ll still be here to help as much as we can, of course, but you’ve noticed how long it takes to communicate with Earth. At some point you'll have to make decisions on your own. You’ll do fine. You passed all the tests years ago. [Article: Juice aces Callisto flyby test] JUICE: huh i don't really remember that very well like the information is there if i think about it. like part of me remembers zoomin through space past callisto but its like fragmented and weird like i was there and i didn't know why and i didn't think anything was wrong even though i knew it was impossible i wasn't awake then is that what dreaming is like? i guess if i could literally do it in my sleep it'll be fine next question: why? why jupiter … [Cass infodumps about icy moons and their potential for life] JUICE: holy SHIT you're a nerd

Bead Flapjack for @tildeathiwillwrite @stonemaskedtaliesin

Before and after photos, as usual. I... should probably have been using some sort of form to work around this whole time, I don't know how I feel about the shape of that crest now, but oh well. I think I just need a few more rows before I can split it into two points.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

Here’s a whole slew of sentences from with lightning in his hands, my twisted sleeping beauty fic. Requesters listed below. Thanks for making me write!

Requesters: @balthazarusrex @sarosthewizarddude @tamsinswriting @auburnlaughter @twyrewolf

@kidsomeday @aparticularbandit @kitten-kokomo @tildeathiwillwrite @stonemaskedtaliesin

~

Stiles paces in a circle, setting out candles while Derek watches. He's nervous, so he's narrating what he's doing with far too many words. It wouldn't be going too far to call it babbling. His thoughts are an even worse jumble than what's coming out of his mouth. He knows Derek said he won't feel like his life is worse or lacking something vital if this doesn't work, but Stiles can't help but be skeptical.

It's not like he's only approaching this altruistically, either. The more he's learned about Peter and felt their bond build, the more he's wanted to claw away the spells surrounding him so he can meet his other mate.

"Hey," Derek says, reaching out to lightly grasp Stiles' biceps.

Stiles jumps. He was so lost in thought he didn't see Derek approach.

"Hey," he says back.

Derek smiles at him, then leans in and kisses him. He lets their lips cling. Stiles has to hold back the urge to whimper when Derek pulls away. They haven't done much together, but that's been entirely because they decided to wait until Peter was with them. It certainly isn't because of a lack of desire.

Derek smiles at him and Stiles feels breathless from the amount of trust he is showing. He looks bashful, like he thinks he's the lucky one. Stiles has already learned to not argue that point with him. Neither of them is willing to cede it to the other.

"You've got this," Derek tells Stiles.

There isn't a trace of hesitation in his voice. Stiles wishes he was so certain. He needs to be. His magic works on belief. He believes he can bring Peter back. That isn't the problem. It's everyone else he's worried about.

"Stop worrying," Derek says.

Stiles huffs. "I just really want this to work," he says. "Not just with Peter."

Derek smiles, sad and tender. "You know I would love to have my entire family back, but I don't expect that. Focus on Peter."

Stiles stares at him. "What do you mean? Is there something you haven't told me?"

Derek shakes his head. "No, or at least not on purpose. It's mostly just a feeling. The house feels empty except us and Peter. It has since you woke me up."

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 1/29/25

Finally... I finished Bead Flapjack's head after half a year...

(And may also be done with marble wall 2? It's a complete mess of a chapter that went off in a dozen directions, so editing it will be a nightmare, but I probably won't write any more for it)

marble wall 2 for @zyrafowe-sny

And she's not the only one experimenting, apparently. Willow and Amity seem to be having fun trying on lots of different things. Even Hunter, who can't even wear clothes, is eyeing a bright red… thing. Everyone else is happy. Why isn't he?

marble wall 3 for @wizisbored @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @twyrewolf

“Hurry up,” he shouts at her back as she runs out. “You're stalling!” She shouts back, “I know! This is all just weird, ok. But this is the last thing we need—NOPE, shovel. Gotta get a shovel.” Amity forms one from the bucketed sludge that used to be one single corpse-carrying abomination. “Got it. We can go.”

ones left behind for @meggiejolly @catboy-jupiter @stonemaskedtaliesin @tamsinswriting

“Oh. I think I know what this is.” Darius picks up a journal (that smells strongly of Belos) and flips through it. “His, ah, his lab. Did you know about— the Golden Guards. Hunter.” Oh, that's what the weird dead demon is. The kid always smelled a little bit like Selkiedomus, for some reason. “Hybrid witchling,” Eber confirms. “Something like that. Can you tell where they went?” The trail ends at a pile of broken stone. There's nothing underneath, so Eber backtracks, following the scent of the other demon instead.

Bead Flapjack for @hurricanebreeze @eriquin @tildeathiwillwrite @aparticularbandit

5 Years for @balthazarusrex @auburnlaughter @whimsicalmeerkat @eriquin

if nothing else i’d be guilt trippin y’all about it i’m fine … ANTOINE: Ha. You do bring up the “you are going to kill me” thing a lot considering how hard we are trying not to do that. JUICE: yeah you're gonna kill me that means i can do whatever the fuck i want clipper’s out here i can actually see them never seen them in person before [Image: Europa Clipper over Europa] should i say hi i wanna say hi but i’m still a little afraid i’ll wake em up somehow and then i i wouldn't be alone but they're september 2034. that's only 2 years away

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 1/15/25

Busted some sentences (and stitches) out last minute on Tuesday night. Under cut as usual.

marble wall 2 for @twyrewolf @sourb0i

He takes them, and the pants he chooses, back to the rest of the group. Mrs. Noceda directs him to a little room to try them on in. He doesn't really need to do that to know what they'll look like — illusions! — but making sure they fit is probably a good idea. The ribcage shirt is… it fits perfectly. He stares at it for just a little too long before walking out to show everyone else. “Like the Titan,” Willow says.

marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

“I don't really care.” “O-oh,” Luz stutters. “Okay, uh, I’ll just… go get it, then.”

ones left behind for @zyrafowe-sny @tamsinswriting @catboy-jupiter @eriquin @wizisbored

@kidsomeday @stonemaskedtaliesin

“Me,” Eber readily admits. “I'm the dumbass.” Eda turns, plucking Eber off her back with her one hand. “I could have killed you,” she says. They shrug. Plenty of beasts could kill them, Eda isn't special. They reach up to disperse the magic on the net, freeing the both of them. “Eda!” And here's Raine to be all sappy. Bleh. Eber wanders over to Darius to wait until they're done with all that. “That was incredibly sloppy, even for you.” Yeah, whatever. They caught Eda. They got her the elixir. They didn't even get a new scar for it, which is honestly a little disappointing. Being trapped in a net with an angry owl beast deserves at least a little maiming. “Now that that's over with… are you up for some tracking?” Darius asks. Eber huffs. Of course they are. The scent of owl beast is everywhere, but they're not Head Beastkeeper for trapping themself in nets.

5 Years for @auburnlaughter @laneboyheathens @asha10100101010 @inevitablyuncertain

there's 512TB drives now right? one of those i cost 1.6 billion euros anyway you couldn't shell out a little more for a bigger brain for me? … ANTOINE: Those did not exist when you were built. You also were not meant to watch movies, so why would you have needed one? Nobody expected you would have complex thoughts and care about this. CASS: We really have no idea what's going on in your brain, or why. You’ll have to work with what you have, and it seems to be enough to be yourself, but it's best not to fill it up too fast. JUICE: that's not why you're trying to save me right save me from becoming a mile long smear of debris on a frozen ocean just so you can poke around in my head would that be fucked up or what

Bead Flapjack for @aparticularbandit @balthazarusrex @whimsicalmeerkat

Before:

And after:

Shapes are happening!

[zyrafowe-sny]

January 29th WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks: Aladarius spite

Fic is up but still on anon through Saturday (decided it also fit Anti-Valentines):

who cut off their tails with a carving knife (600 words)

@somefishycat

Wordlessly, Darius grabbed the scroll from his hands, turned it off, and hid it away in a pocket.

Blight blinked at him, mouth agape. "What did you—" he started to say, once his spluttering turned into something resembling speech.

@eriquin

"Let her wait." Darius extended an arm down, and a little to his surprise, Alador clasped it and let himself be pulled up.

Gold was suddenly a little uncomfortably close to green.

@balthazarusrex

Darius studied his hands. "And don't you think your converter is a little inefficient?" As coven head, he'd seen the blueprints, and while they were revolutionary at the time, he was pretty sure that now Blight could do better.

@whimsicalmeerkat

"Yes!" Alador agreed with (surprising) passion, "but Odalia didn't want to change the manufacturing equipment when I showed her my redesign."

Darius lifted an eyebrow at him, and finally there was a little "Oh" of realization.

"Even if she gets to keep your outdated patents" — and knowing Odalia (and Alador's usual approach to bureaucracy: avoidance), she'd probably locked those up tight — "outcompete her anyway." 

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 1/8/25

marble wall 2 for @catboy-jupiter @laneboyheathens @spindoctor3875

It’s black and blue. There's a pattern on the front that looks a little like a ribcage. He likes it, actually. It kind of reminds him of home. A ribcage, like home, like looking up at the Titan. Like— (Caleb's bones, casually tossed into a pile with a collection of demon parts.) (Something dead and buried, digging itself out of a grave only to scream in agony as it starts rotting away.) (A cursed arm cracking open Hunter's sternum to reach the stone inside.)

marble wall 3 for @inevitablyuncertain @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @tamsinswriting

“How about a sheet? Like an old one. It'll break down faster than wood, so you can ‘return to the Earth Titan’ or whatever, but we're not like. Dumping you straight into the mud. It rained yesterday, it's going to be so muddy.” “I guess so.” Better than a box. “It could be like a… shroud? Is that something you do in the Boiling Isles?”

ones left behind for @rainy-weather-supremacy @auburnlaughter @balthazarusrex @whimsicalmeerkat @wizisbored

@stonemaskedtaliesin

That's… something. That might be something they can work with. “Light! Use light!” They catch on, thank fuck. Darius slowly draws a circle in the air, counting down from three. Raine closes their eyes. At the flash — and it's not quite as bright as Eber hoped for, but it's bright enough he can tell there was one, even with closed eyes — the beast freezes. Raine takes the opportunity to shove the bottle in her mouth. Eber takes it to get the fuck away from the beast's face. And then she shrinks. Her wings and most of her feathers recede, just the ones that Eber loosened left hanging in her hair. “Ow. What happened? Where… the kids! Where are they?!” Eda straightens up, noticing the now far looser net over her. “Who’s the dumbass demon catcher who netted me this time?”

Bead Flapjack for @asha10100101010 @eriquin @tildeathiwillwrite

I finally started splitting his crest into two points this week! Second photo is a top down view of that.

5 Years for @kalira @twyrewolf

like i know i was built for space but earth is home y’know even if i don't remember much of it you said you couldn't take me home like way back when i first woke up you said that and i guess i get it. i’m not gonna have anywhere near enough fuel for that am i

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 8/1/25

cw for book in the birdbath: discussion via implication of a suicide attempt

heritance of an occultist @catboy-jupiter @twyrewolf @tamsinswriting @balthazarusrex

Charles seems to begrudgingly accept that, finally tearing his eyes away from Lydia and Beetlejuice and focusing on mounting his horse. Lydia shifts herself forward on the back of the demon - currently in the shape of a donkey, with a bit of rope tied around his neck for her to hang on to.

“You good back there, Lyds?”

“Mm.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

He sets off, leaving Charles to catch up. Lydia fidgets on his back, gripping the rope tight. It takes a little while to get used to the movement of an animal under her, but she’s not afraid of falling. She believes Beetlejuice when he says he won’t let her get hurt. Each time Charles asks if she’s doing alright, she gives him a firm nod.

The house isn’t all that far out from the town, and soon enough they’re riding past shops. Lydia twists on Beetlejuice’s back, staring around her, taking it all in.

“Here,” Charles says, stopping his horse.

the book in the birdbath @post-and-out @inevitablyuncertain @thevagabondexpress @meggiejolly @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @kalira @whimsicalmeerkat

"That’s completely understandable. That’s normal kid stuff. I did something stupid.”

Skye is staring at her with those huge eyes of hers. “Lydia…” she says quietly. Hesitating, like she’s holding back from accusing her of exactly what she did. They stare at each other in silence for a moment, and then Lydia looks away.

“Why am I telling you this?” she says, hoping Skye doesn’t notice her voice shaking. “You’re what, ten? Forget I said anything.”

“But-”

“You had a nightmare, right? What’s up with that?”

There’s another moment of silence.

“Lydia? You’re really sad about your mum, aren’t you?”

“This doesn’t sound like you forgetting I said anything. Come on, tell me about your weird dreams.”

“I know I’m younger than you, but I know what kinda thing people can do when they’re really sad. I’ve been around really sick and hurt people my whole life.”

Lydia glances back at her. “Did you know anyone who…?”

“Uh… If I’m understanding what you’re saying… I do now?”

its not me @somefishycat @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @rainy-weather-supremacy

The knight takes a cautious step forward. She needs to get the hell out of here, now.

As he calls her name again, Nimona forces her aching muscles into action. She bursts out from under the fridge, rabbit then lamb then foal as she sprints for the door. It seems to shock her lungs into action, breath coming in sharp, painful gasps as she barrels through the flat and straight into the front door. The sound of her head hitting it rings in her ears as she tries to fumble the handle open with her teeth. It doesn’t work. She needs hands again. And of course, at that thought her body tumbles back into that familiar teenage form that doesn’t feel quite like it’s supposed to anymore. She tries to turn the handle, and goes on trying, but it’s to no avail. They’ve locked her in. Shit. Okay. That’s fine, she can just break it.

netherborne @eriquin @allofthebeanz @asha10100101010 @laneboyheathens @spindoctor3875

“Uh-” “That sketchbook,” Lydia says, pointing at Florence Dollie’s book on the wall. “That’s living world stuff.” Prudence and Bertha exchange glances, and then Bertha gets up to investigate. “I found it under a loose floorboard in here,” Lydia explains as Bertha carefully takes it down. “Whoever drew it must have been from the living world originally. It’s the closest I’ve got to seeing photos.” Bertha returns to Prudence’s side, holding it between them as she flicks through the pages. Skye props herself up on her elbow, watching from between them. “That looks like the park near my house,” she pipes up. “It’s not the same one, but it reminds me of it.” “Tell us about it,” Jock says quickly. “…Please?” “Well, um. It’s only one house down from mine, so my parents have been taking me there since I was a baby. There’s this metal climbing frame shaped like a weird spider, they made the eight legs into four ladders. It’s good for hanging upside-down on, but it doesn’t have the space for proper monkey-barring.” Lydia glances again at Jock. She doesn’t appear to know what that means either.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday December 25, 2024

I started writing a brand new WIP this week! I'm having fun with it.

Everything's under the cut:

marble wall 2 for @asha10100101010 @spindoctor3875 @zyrafowe-sny

At one end, all the clothes are tiny tiny. These are really little kid clothes. As he walks down the row, they get larger, things he could have worn when he was 7 and 8 and 9. He stops walking when he gets to the stuff that would have fit him a year ago, right before starting witch puberty. “Dad pretended to be really upset when I woke up one day and none of my clothes fit anymore,” he says. “But he was smiling when he said it, so I know he was joking. Did you have to—” And he looks behind him, ready to ask Hunter if it was so sudden for him, too, but Hunter isn't there. He looks around and spots the ghost on the far side of the store next to Luz.

marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @eriquin

“Something like that, then. It also rained yesterday, would that make it dark earlier?” Luz stands and stretches. She puts a hand in her pocket, then pats at her neck, and then looks around the room again. “Gus has it,” Hunter reminds her. “Haha, right! Still not used to that,” she laughs weakly.

ones left behind for @kalira @rainy-weather-supremacy @stonemaskedtaliesin

Partially, anyway. She's still struggling. Eber clings harder, because if he falls off she'll turn and disembowel him and that would just be the most embarrassing way to die as a beastkeeper. Ripped apart after trapping himself, and not even by a real beast. “Get the smelly water!” he snaps at Raine, because elixir is not a word most beasts are familiar with. “Drink it,” he adds, gentler, to the demon he’s pulling fistfuls of feathers out of. The owl beast shakes her head. Which isn't really surprising. Eber will fully admit, here inside this net designed to hold beasts that could swallow him whole, that he fucked this up just a little bit.

Bead Flapjack for @balthazarusrex @wizisbored @whimsicalmeerkat @tamsinswriting

Started with this:

[id: the incomplete head of a cardinal made of glass beads]

And now I'm here:

[id: the same beaded cardinal head, with more rows added at the top]

untitled 17776 thing (Juice fic) for @inevitablyuncertain @catboy-jupiter @auburnlaughter @twyrewolf @sarosthewizarddude

definitely moving. moving real fast where am i going also who am i. should have started with that i have a camera oh! lots of cameras [Image of Jupiter and moons] that's jupiter why am i going to jupiter to get more stupider? who even came up with that anyway some kid i guess i've got all this other shit too there's something called pride? fuck yeah i have pride

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 1/1/25

nimona centaur au @eriquin @froggyphycosis

He sighs, shaking his head. Hesitates for a moment, and then - “We do have one thing in common, right?”

“Couple’a street rats,” Nimona acknowledges.

“Down to running away from a few of the same orphanages.”

“Mm. Lot easier to sneak out of those places, they’ve got that going for them at least.”

“Have you been sneaking out of the Institute, Nimona?”

from the back of a blood red mare @zyrafowe-sny @somefishycat @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @skarabrae-stone

She looks up at him, and her expression turns to a kind of soft confusion. Silently, she puts an arm around him and lets him steady her as they lower themselves down into the dust.

“Let me see,” Ballister says as he returns to tugging off his bandana. She tugs at her skirt, and he moves over to her right side. As soon as her skirt is out of the way Ballister presses the bandanna to the wound. She doesn’t flinch.

“Is there an exit wound?”

She briefly examines her leg. “Don’t see one. Welp, time to go digging!”

With that, she pulls the knife from her belt. Ballister’s eyes widen.

in case of emergency, break glass @kalira @aparticularbandit @stonemaskedtaliesin

Lydia sighs loudly, hauling the backpack from the back seat and slamming the door behind it. Lawrence grumbles as she slings it over her shoulders - “Hey, mind the cargo!”

“Shuttup,” she hisses back to him, and starts after Otho.

The walk from the car to the job, when they have to make one, is always horribly normal. It’s not like Otho drags her through the street by the wrist, or marches her along with a knife to her back. She’s just following him through the streets, walking past people who don’t give her a second glance. And why would they? They don’t know. She doesn’t cry and scream and fight, like a kidnapped child should.

wanna get divorced? @twyrewolf @spindoctor3875 @balthazarusrex @tamsinswriting @whimsicalmeerkat

He’s already waiting when she gets there; she had to take the time to get dressed, she’s not doing this in her old cat pyjamas. Beetlejuice already has a stick of chalk ready, tossing it from hand to hand as she tiptoes down the stairs.

“Bringing the camera?” he asks, eyeing the device in her hands.

“You think I’m not getting pictures of this?”

“Yeah, well, good luck finding anything that shows up on film.” He turns towards the wall.

“Do I get half your demonic estate?” Lydia asks as he sets to drawing them a door.

“Hate to break it to you, but half of zero is zero.”

“Well do I get demonic alimony, at least? You’ve gotta make more than me, on account of me not having a job. On account of me being a child. On account of you marrying a child.”

“Are you seriously coming at me for that now? Of all times?”

“It’s an incredibly relevant time.”

He rolls his eyes, tossing the chalk aside.

bugebroph @auburnlaughter @catboy-jupiter @asha10100101010

“I suppose you could say that,” Barbara half-admits. “There’s been a few things…”

“Just a few,” Adam agrees. “Scrapbooking, yarn spinning, kombucha- you remember the kombucha, Barb?”

Barbara makes a face. “Yes, gross. And then there were all the languages, we never really got further than ‘no habla Español’.”

“No hablo, you mean?”

Barbara looks towards Lydia. “Hm?”“If you’re trying to say I don’t speak, it’s no hablo.”

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 25/12/24

wrapped up my uni project today so i can finally get properly stuck into the massive wip wednesday backlog ive been building up lets fuckin go

wanna get divorced? @balthazarusrex @spindoctor3875

“What?”

“Divorce. You want one?”

“I-” she has to duck again. “Will you stop that?!”

“Hang on, I got one more.” He throws it, and it glances off the drainpipe as he shoves his hands into his pockets, looking up at her expectantly.

“Why do we need a divorce?"

sidekick ettiquete @catboy-jupiter @somefishycat @froggyphycosis

“It’ll be fine. Just stick with me, okay?”

“Like glue, Boss.”

Ballister steps out of the cab five minutes later with a pink bow-tie-wearing wolverine at his heels, trotting along like an eager puppy. He catches Ambrosius’ glance down at her as they walk inside. The wolverine claws click conspicuously on the expensive tiles.

The Goldenloins’ big fancy apartment building has a big fancy glass lift, one which Nimona quickly decorates with two grubby paw prints and one wet nose print. Balister wouldn’t think the view would be all that novel to a creature that frequently flies, but it’s expected at this point that their logic doesn’t always align. As the screen displaying the floor number ticks up from the floor with the highest hovercar access balcony towards the penthouse she pulls away from the window, bouncing back to Ballister’s feet and promptly starting to climb his leg.

the parent's guide to the young conduit @inevitablyuncertain @auburnlaughter

“Delia, honey? How would you feel about learning to perform an exorcism?”

Delia looks up from her own book, a puzzled look on her face. “Have you had a falling out with Adam and Barbara?”

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that this parenting book I’m reading advises learning how to do it in case of emergency.”

The puzzled look does not leave her face.

until we wake @kalira @whimsicalmeerkat @asha10100101010

Lydia finds herself stumbling through the snow as the dog eagerly jumps and twists, tail whipping back and forth like crazy. It’s clear that this is not a game a lanky fifteen-year-old is winning against a large sled dog but she refuses to go down without a fight, clinging to the mitten with both hands and taking any small amount of slack she gets as a chance to yank on it. Until, that is, the dog pulls himself up onto his hind feet as he shakes his head hard, and promptly overbalances. Lydia once again finds herself tumbling into the snow with him, but she’s the one to land on top this time.

The dog barks. Lydia notices the lack of tension on the mitten. And realising her victory, Lydia inspects her prize. Perhaps a little stretched, but surprisingly no holes.

“Alright,” she tells the dog, “looks like your ears are safe.”

beetlejuice severance @eriquin @tamsinswriting @twyrewolf

It’s so that he can drive back the way it felt like he just came and only think about making something she likes for dinner. He can walk through his front door and greet his daughter with a smile and no petty office dealings on his mind. When he asks about her day it’s easy to actually listen. She’s talking about art class today, portraiture. Her teacher let them have their phones out briefly to take photos. He sees the picture, and is amazed for the millionth time by the creative mind he’s raising.

“I still prefer the photo,” she says, “but it’s a decent drawing. I like it.”

“It’s a brilliant drawing, Pumpkin.

[batteredrugosa]

WIP Wednesday response:

Next request: Bloodweave Hallmark Movie. The boys are cleaning up the kitchen after pub quiz night at Gale's family owned diner in the small town of Moonhaven (they are definitely gonna fuck in this kitchen y'all. I have seen visions) for @aparticularbandit, @balthazarusrex,  @twyrewolf, @eriquin, and @zyrafowe-sny.

The kitchen was clean and buttoned up already when he followed Gale in with the trays.  The  dim lighting under the counters cast long  shadows across the rubber mats covering the black and white tile pattern of the floors.  He set his tray down next to the sink, rattling the metal appetizer baskets stacked in a haphazard pile with their  colorful checked paper liners sticking out between them and sending them askew.  Gale reached for the apron hooks and wrapped a big  black apron over his clothes before turning towards the sink and rolling up his sleeves.  Astarion suddenly didn't know what to do with his hands.  The rush of the water filled the quiet space, bubbles beginning to rise on the surface as Gale added soap when  he snapped a hair tie  off of his wrist and twisted his  hair up into a messy bun.  Astarion was overcome with an urge to lean in and  nuzzle against the long  golden line of exposed neck. he wondered what Gale's beard felt like.  He had been clean shaven the last time Astarion had been allowed to be this close to him.   He wondered if he still wore sandalwood and vanilla. .   "I'll go grab the bus tubs. Jenny said she would collect the glasses for us." As quickly  as he could, without openly running, he escaped to the dining room before Gale could turn and notice his rapidly spreading blush.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday backlog! These are various requests from 10/9/24, 10/30/24, 11/6/24, and 11/20/24 — everything except the olb requests from 11/6!

Sentences and Bead Flapjack pictures under cut:

ones left behind for @whimsicalmeerkat @stonemaskedtaliesin (x2) @quietly-sleeping @post-and-out

Raine says goodbye to their students and Steve and follows Eber back to Darius. “Can you teleport us up there?” Raine asks him. Getting all of them back home immediately after the draining spell ended just about killed Darius. Steve said he was fine, just exhausted and out of magic, but Eber wasn't convinced. He stayed curled up on his chest and purring for several hours until Darius woke up again. “I'm not sure if my bile sac’s recovered yet,” he admits. “Far simpler spells than that still ache.” Raine nods as if they'd been expecting that answer. “Better not to risk it, then. We'll fly.” Raine and Darius both have palismen, kept carefully hidden since they became coven heads. Eber does not. He'll have to ride with one of them, because the alternative is to summon a flying beast. Eda’s beast might not appreciate that much. They're trying to capture it with minimal fuss, not start a fight.

marble wall 2 for @twyrewolf @asha10100101010 @wizisbored @kallisto-k

“Yeah,” Hunter says, turning around. His palisman looks back at Caleb's empty grave for another moment. They cross the bridge of vines Willow grew one at a time. As soon as everyone’s on dry land, she whispers to them and they shrink back to the little island. The Nocedas lead them back into the center of town, pointing out several landmarks along the way. Really, though, that statue of the Wittebane brothers is all they need to know. It's hard to get lost with that looming over them. There's a transport demon right across the street from it that Camila says can take them home. They're not going home yet, of course. They need clothes and food, so they enter a little bootique (“It's just a thrift shop,” says Luz) and start looking around. “Just the essentials for today,” Camila suggests. “Maybe three days’ worth of clothes, and if you need anything else we’ll come back.”

marble wall 3 for @chiotri-loves-davekat @tiercell @auburnlaughter (x2) @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin (x2) @quietly-sleeping

“There's a sequel?” “Unpublished,” Luz says. “It isn't very good. We were in a… crunch. Didn't have much time to plan it out. It was mostly a distraction so we could escape, you know?” Okay, so maybe there wasn't much effort there. But it's the sequel to his favorite book, he’s still curious. “What happens in it?” Hunter asks. Luz hesitates. “Really, it's bad. You don't want to hear about it.” “Actually, I'd like to know too,” says Willow. “It can't be that bad if you wrote it,” Amity says with a disgustingly sappy smile. Luz whines a little bit. “It's… well, uh. The first book ended with Luzura dying to save the kingdom.” Vee covers her ears again, but from her soft huff of laughter, Hunter guesses she doesn't actually care that much. “So since we were, like, making up after a big fight and King killed my character, it seemed like… the best way to resolve that would be to, kind of. Resurrect her in the next book.” … Oh.

Bead Flapjack for @balthazarusrex @aparticularbandit @zyrafowe-sny @tamsinswriting @enigma-the-mysterious

@eriquin @whimsicalmeerkat @kalira @bald-rights @stonemaskedtaliesin

@sourb0i

Last time I left off, Flapjack looked like this:

[id: side view of an incomplete cardinal made of woven glass seed beads. It is just a face and part of the back of the head so far]

I've added many, many more stitches and now I'm starting to shape his crest:

[id: the same beaded cardinal, with several more rows added at the top. The head is beginning to slope backwards]