#'wait. WAIT. WAIT I RECOGNIZE THAT FIC'

[horizonandstar]

Ooo if you like selkies you should check out bones of a rabbit! They’ve posted some art for their selkie au :0 Sun and moon are pirates in that one so that’s pretty cool. There’s also starswimmingart who just posted the first chapter of their selkie story!!

oh i know about starswimmingarts selkie au! im planning to read it tonight or tomorrow, after i finish permission slip and dayshift go figure

didnt actually know bones of a rabbit had a selkie au actually! im gonna go check that out real quick

[gothsuguru]

gojo writers i now Formally understand the joy you all feel when writing about him

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Fanfic idea: Nocturna, after disappearing during the crisis, wakes up to find herself in the current universe, where she spots the Red Hood, and can't help but compare him to the blood night sky she last saw, and oddly, the young Robin whom she had tried to adopt

[irenespring]

Why when I'm trying to work on an "A Clearly Discernible Line" chapter do I suddenly get a Research series fic idea. Why. Why does this happen. I don't like it.

The Research fic idea is basically a Wilson version of "Data" where he has a difficult talk with his therapist and then has an important therapy assignment that ends in fluff. The fic would likely center on parentification, emotional neglect, and why Wilson compulsively shoves down his own needs and doesn't let anyone past his "everybody's favorite nice person" mask.

I'd want to dig into parallels between House and Wilson (House creates an aggressively unpleasant facade to distract from vulnerability and empathy, Wilson creates an aggressively pleasant facade to distract from the things about himself that he things are bad but which are often understandable and morally neutral [depression, queerness, basic human needs]).

Also I want to explore Wilson's childhood, including how he was parentified and made his brother's caretaker (because the situation of Wilson being solely responsible for his brother's needs even after Wilson left home did not spawn when his brother was diagnosed [which would have probably been when Wilson was already in college in another country], Wilson's parents must have expected it of him because of a pattern that existed for a long time), and then often emotionally neglected and ignored ("James isn't any trouble he just does fine on his own, he doesn't need anything") when he wasn't caring for his brother (the only way he could get real praise). Basically all this resulted in Wilson having little concept of his own needs and wants and being wired to think the only way to get people to care about you/want you around is to take care of them. Add the trauma from "Hypothesis" and now he thinks pleasing people is also the only way to be physically safe...and wow, yikes.

Anyway, it would probably be the standard Research hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending deal. I want to write House actually realizing that Wilson's "eating neediness" is actually indicative of something that could cause Wilson real pain.

No promises at all that this will be written (in the near future all energy is still on the fic that I am currently publishing), but I needed to write the idea down and really think about it so tomorrow I can get some "A Clearly Discernible Line" writing done.

[silverior968]

So, here's the TFP/Skulduggery Pleasant AU fic I've been working on and eluding to since may. Very Optiratch focused, although I'm trying to expand and add more characters and dynamics and such. For SP fans I can jingle the keys of Larrikin, Skulduggery and Ghastly making appearances and a bunch of worldbuilding about different magic disciplines, The Caves and Proto-Cleavers

In terms of where in the timeline the fic is, the latest chapter takes place in 1620, and so far only the oldest of the characters are around (because the rest of them quite simply haven't been born yet)

Also, here's a drawing I made related to the AU, a bit farther down the timeline than the current most recent chapter but still nowhere near present day

Unfortunately the giant Pyrenese dog with the Wolf collar is symbolic in nature, there are no giant dogs in the fic. It would be an altogether less grim affair if there were giant dogs, I think.

[Image ID: A digital painting of a younger, human Ratchet from the AU described above, accompanied by the front half of a giant great pyrenees dog. The background is a muted cyan color. The dog is farther away in the background, leaping forward with its teeth bared. Its white fur is stained red with blood, mostly originating from a rusty anti-wolf collar on its neck, which means that most of the blood doesn't belong to the dog itself. It has a sad look in its eyes. The rest of the dog disappears where its silhouette crosses over Ratchet's, who is likewise charging forward with a scythe wielded with both hands, bent backwards for a swing. The scythe's blade has gone black in certain parts, and is covered in blood. One of his legs is bent in front of him and the position of the scythe makes his arm cross over his face as an intentional reference to "The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel. He's wearing an outfit that consists of white trousers, black boots and a white tailcoat with gold details, like buttons and epaulettes. The outfit is also stained in blood, with two large red spots on his side and thigh, from which Vitakinetic life energy is spilling out as white sparks. As an added effect of Vitakinesis ( the Skulduggery Pleasant version of healing magic) his bones are glowing white through his skin and his pupils are white. He's drawn as a white man with pale, lightly freckled skin and red hair. His irises are cyan-colored, and there are distinct dark spots under his eyes. He has very thick eyebrows and long, slightly wavy hair. The artist's signature, "Silverior968" is overlayed over the image in white. The color palette is inspired by the album cover for "The Albatross" by Foxing. / End ID]

[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

Ty Betteridge is amazing, he's everything from funny to scary to relatable to a sopping wet cat and the worst guy in all of existence

what a renaissance man! truly a jack of all trades. i cannot wait to meet him!!

[summertimemusician]

*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.

Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.

Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?

Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.

Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.

With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.

Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.

To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.

No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.

The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.

Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?

Just Revenant First in general.

Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*

[arthurslesbian]

reincarnation au where merlin is a historian and works as a museum curator and has always been drawn to the legend of arthur though he doesn't know why

and he's enchanted by arthur, though he feels silly about it, having a crush just through tales of him, and his friends at the museum, morgana, lancelot and gwaine, tease him about it

one day, they receive a statue of arthur and he feels so drawn to it, and a few weeks later, as he's staying back to work late after everyone's gone home, he can't help but step up close to it, reaching out to touch reverently

and he can't help it, he feels so drawn to arthur, that he tentatively places a hand on his cheek and leans in to touch the statue's lips with his own in a soft kiss

when all of a sudden, memories of his previous life at arthur's side rushes through him, his eyes flashing gold, and the statue comes to life, and it's arthur, he's back, he's back, finally -

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 14

"Diamond on a Landmine” by Billy Talent

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

my new thing is obsessing over a funny little guy for a few months before moving onto another funny little guy

[thegempage]

..... listen. listen. i'm thinking about interlude noir pt 1 again

i may or may not finish this sometime?? idk but i'm just gonna throw some words at this tumblr post before i have to go think about other things

Watching him was fun.

Scarlet could show up at almost any hour and there he would be, sitting at his desk, working away. In early, out late, the most dedicated officer on the force. A shoo-in for Chief at a comparatively young age, bright eyes and helping hands, and somehow, this long in the force with his sense of justice intact. Though she wouldn't, Scarlet always knew that she could tell him anything and he'd believe her, though he always seemed to want every detail he could wring out of her. A smart man, too smart of a man for this line of work; Scarlet had worked with the police for long enough to know what they were like. Except for him.

Sometimes when business was slow, she would sit in his office and listen. To the music he played, to the conversations he had, to the way he muttered to himself while doing paperwork. The way the other officers talked about him, the way they talked to him, the things they'd never say to his face but would spit at his car as it pulled away on a case. If she were less experienced with this line of work, she would have dared to follow him on a case or two, but something told her that he wasn't any different on the field -- not like the other officers, at least. Some of her girls had slipped her their notes after coming across him, told her what a gentleman he was even on the worst of crime scenes, even when he didn't know where their loyalties lied. One of them had winked at her once, called Scarlet a lucky lady to have such a man around her finger, and at the time she'd laughed it off. Playing the flirt was easy with these men, and the things that made him interesting made him an easy catch.

At least, until it... wasn't really playing the flirt, anymore.

He was still fun to watch, yes. But he was fun to banter with, too, fun to poke and tease. She would brush her hand against his and she could almost see red in his cheeks, ask for a light and pretend not to notice how he only pulled his good one out for her, sit in his chair before he got back and watch him try every way to do his work that didn't involve asking her to move. And before she knew it the laughs he got out of her were real laughs, the nicknames affectionate rather than cutting, the poise of her shoulders relaxed because she was. Her girls said she seemed happier, these days. Sharper. Like there was finally somewhere she could rest.

Scarlet was not supposed to be resting, when she visited him, but apparently... she was. Not that she had any intention to tell him, because she was sure that if he thought he'd stepped over a line he'd have a heart attack.

At least until he invited her over.

It was with a voice she didn't think he was capable of, a softness she'd never seen out of him, a whisper half to keep the other officers out of their business and half because he seemed afraid she would say no. Said he was worried about being seen together, for both of their sake, but that he wanted to treat her a bit. Seemed afraid to call it a date, but that... that was alright with her. They could get there later.

[worstloki]

Do you think loki got jealous when he saw Thor bottoming to some common guard and thought it should have been him, not some unknown Palace guard because he's Thor's only brother and Thor betrayed him

so like an inverse of this concept?

[sesamestreep]

For the fake fic titles: "Tort Law and Other Aphrodisiacs"

for this ask game! - send me a title and I’ll write a fake fic summary to go with it! 🍓

In the span of six months, Don learns much more than he ever wanted to about what you can reasonably sue someone over in the surprisingly lawless American legal system. In the same six months, he also learns which places have the best breakfast by Sloan’s apartment and the weird trick it takes to get the water in her shower to come out at a normal, habitable temperature. So, it’s not all bad…

[ AKA - Don and Sloan, from Election Night to Patriot’s Day, roughly]

[rotisseries]

What if I drew the hair cutting scene from your zelink fic, rori, what then?

(cannot get it out of my head, it's really well-written and intimacy through hair is my weakness)

I would love you forever that's what would happen thank you so much for even considering it also I'm glad you liked the fic 🫶🫶🫶

[silverskye13]

I'm reading The Ruins right now and realizing I watched approximately 10 minutes of the movie based on this book. This serves to make the current plot both really, unbearably slow and kind of stupid--

[anonymous-tals]

It can be so fun finding out little details that I thought were headcanons to actually be canon things. I dunno, it’s just fun to look back at a piece of media and be like, “Oh, wait, it’s actually real!”