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WIP excerpt for skjia behind the cut; “Smallville does not approve of Clark Kent’s parenting style”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Have you seen any of the Muellers lately, Conner?” Clark asks as Conner comes in the kitchen door that afternoon–hopefully actually back from school this time, and not back from cutting school–and Conner stops right there in the doorway and frowns to himself, obviously trying to think. He doesn’t even close the door; doesn’t even close the screen door. 

Clark resists an urge to sigh about this for the dozenth time, but Conner’s been in Smallville for months; he really ought to know who the Muellers are by now. Definitely he ought to know who they are if he’s been offending them. He also ought to know better than to leave both of the kitchen doors hanging open to let all the bugs in from outside, but . . . well, one battle at a time. Conner’s casual disinterest in being a respectful guest in someone else’s home is its own problem. 

Just . . . it’s another conversation; one for later. Lord knows Conner wouldn’t notice if Ma or Pa ever said anything to him, considering how little attention the kid pays to any hints or suggestions or any form of subtlety whatsoever. The amount of times the kid’s willfully misinterpreted even the most inconsequential, trivial conversations Clark’s had with him–the amount of times the kid’s only heard what he wanted to hear, that is–well, that’s much more consequential, put it that way. 

“Cathy’s family,” Clark clarifies as Conner very obviously fails to remember and equally obviously refuses to just say that. Which–Clark’s trying not to be frustrated, but this situation is frustrating. Talking to Conner always is, these days. “They run the hardware store.” 

“Which hardware store?” Conner asks, wrinkling his nose. 

“There’s only one, Conner,” Clark replies, and can’t help the sigh this time. Just–six months the kid’s been here. How has he not noticed that? 

They need to pay more attention than that. Just be more conscientious and careful than that. Conner knows that. 

They have to be more careful than that.

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Prince of Gotham

(heavily inspired by this post op if you see this, I didn't want to bother you 🙈)

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What is tragic with Verso (not the painted one) is that. he's haunting the story through and through. His ghost is present everywhere. He is everywhere. The story revolves around him and what he left behind. The lingering fragments of his soul his family refuses to let die and join him to the grave, so much that they end up bastardizing it. Painted Verso isn't Verso but how Aline perceives her son in her mind. He Who Guards Truth With Lies/the Mask Keeper isn't Verso but how Renoir perceives his son in his mind. The Young Boy isn't quite Verso either. He's what is left of him, but mostly what he was as a kid when the painting was first painted. The Verso who died wasn't a child, he had lived more, he had changed. Sure, he still loved his dogs and his plushy and his trains but he was far more than that, and he was also someone who escaped being understood and known, who could be genuine and sincere but who still put on a lot of masks and appearances. I don't think he was unknown but he sure is for the players. You can only get to know Verso through others or through the little that remains of him from - mainly - when he was a child. The only clear scene and knowledge we have of him is from just before he was taken by the fire - he's trying to comfort his little sister as fire surrounds them, most likely ('you're okay' sounds clearly like a lie in this situation too) - the only knowledge we have of him is that he's dead (he died and his likely last words were a lie - a comforting lie, but one nonetheless.). He died protecting his sister. It's his only line. The Young Boy is both Verso when he was young and that version that has to deal with the consequences that his own(ish) death brought. A fragment whose memory is fading and that has to suffer his family's grief. He wants to have fun and laugh and be with his sister. He doesn't remember her name. He falls silent each time. His cinematic has him only paint, unable to talk. What's left of Verso wants to be at peace, to be at rest finally. The only thing we know of Verso is that he's dead and unknowable. He was a musician. I'm going to scream.

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always so fun when dick comes home

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Slipping through my fingers

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???? (cursed train of thought)

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Who's your favorite sexy Dropout car wash team?

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Them them them

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-_- apparently the cut-off for this thing I want to submit to (which closes tomorrow) is 70k words, and I’ve got 67k

I need to think of three thousand words of bullshit to pad this thing. like a chapter where everyone goes for coffee, or something. 

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say what you want about homestuck but you gotta admit: absolute fire soundtrack for a webcomic, a media type that by all definition has no reason to have a soundtrack in the first place.

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I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

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in my heart of hearts i do think that as a kid tim had bad luck in that every time his parents took him to the opera he would be like "please let this be the day the penguin decides to hold the entire audience of la traviata hostage and i get to be saved by batman and robin" to himself and it would not happen but inevitably the very next day on the 10 o'clock news it's breaking "no tragic ending for these operagoers! batman and robin save the day when mr. freeze tries to encase the entire gotham opera house in ice" and he's just there trying not to scream in frustration while his dad crosses his legs in his recliner chair and turns a page in his newspaper and chortles, saying "jeez we picked a perfect day to go, didn't we janet? one day later and we might've become the gotham city ice mummies" and tim gets upset because he should have become an ice mummy and janet has to be like "oh, darling, there's nothing to be scared of, mom and dad won't let anything like that ever happen to you" but he wants it to happen so bad. please, mad hatter. kidnap him. just once. that's all he asks for. just once.

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POV your puppet son shows up outside your cell to free you but he brought the KoP with him too

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You guys HAVE been listening to Find Us Alive, right? We're all having fun observing these goobers in a horror dimension and their silly shenanigans, right?

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This is asking about people you originally got to know via the internet, not people you met IRL first.

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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