#Anyway thanks for reading

[coladaminx]

HOLD ON A SECOND

before dying katsuki has some knowledge Now that izuki feels a certain way about him and izuku doesn't know why katsuki was targeted ಥ_ಥ AFO IS RIGHT THERE READY TO TAUNT AND POUNCE THEM BOTH! SECRETS WILL BE SPILLED

[affixjoy]

My Amanda/Sarek fic is finally done!!!

This took me so much longer than I expected, so thank you to anyone who has stuck with it! It’s been fun to try to get in their heads and explore a slightly different angle of Star Trek!

In this last chapter I couldn’t resist a reference to my favorite Diane Duane quote… I’m sure you’ll all spot it immediately 😉

Enjoy!!

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[smol-dargon]

I think I might have a problem lol here's another one

*tosses a bunch of loose paper into the tumbly*

"More zombies. How unexpected."

Certainly enough, between them and the massive hill, hordes of zombies milled about, eager to end their journey before it could properly begin. But apparently, they weren't the only ones eager for the slaughter. Atop the hill, in the shadow of the mausoleum, the familiar silhouette of the former court mage raised his staff overhead. A pair of gargoyles at the peak sprang to life, spewing boulders that raced down the path, effectively blocking their path. Zarok disappeared into the building, leaving the two wayward knights to sort their undead adversaries out.

At the foot of the hill, Dan caught sight of a chest off to his left. After a brief skirmish with some zombies, they checked it out. There wasn't an obvious discernible way to open it. No lock, no keyhole, nothing but a set of chains and a peculiar seal. In frustration, Dan kicked it. The whole chest glowed bright red for a split second, just long enough for them to brace. Then, the thing exploded in flames.

The knight coughed, shaking the soot from her chain mail. Dan shot her an apologetic look.

"Ah, the old fireball-in-a-chest trick… 's always funny.", she shrugged with a flat, unamused tone. "I take it you're alright?"

Dan nodded and the two made their way back out of the dead end area. She stopped for a few moments at the foot of the hill, evaluating the situation. Dan began looking for alternate routes, and noticed right away that there were zombies and a chest behind some large boulders. He nudged the knight and pointed to the area, then to the ledge a short distance up the hill. Perhaps they could get in that way.

She nodded and made her way up the hill with a surprising amount of agility. Of course, chain was a good bit lighter than plate. It made sense that she was so much faster. In no time at all, she had dropped down behind the boulders. He heard fighting, followed by the sound of a few zombies hitting the ground.

Moments later, the boulders in the way were blown to bits. The knight emerged, dragging a large club behind her. She stepped aside and gestured for him to take it instead.

"Too clumsy for me. And it's unbalanced in my hands."

Dan hefted it easily, momentarily sheathing his sword. She looked startled at how little effort he'd needed to carry it, but only for a brief moment. Dan led the way around the other side of the hill, into a copse of trees. In the side of the hill, a few more boulders seemed to block the way of something. He checked that the knight was clear of his weapon, then demolished the boulders with one solid swing. He offered a grand "ladies first" gesture, chuckling inwardly at her expression of awe. Evidently she'd never seen someone take out a solid hunk of rock in one blow before.

The knight was quick to regain her composure, and led the way inside, axe at the ready. The doorway led into a small foyer, and another room beyond. A voice on the right coughed and spluttered.

"Aaah, fresh air!", sighed a very relieved sounding gargoyle. "We hates these dark old caves and their filthy stench of witches. A coven of the warty old hags lived here once--unholy fires burning all night while they brewed up unspeakable muck in their cauldrons. They moved on years back but the smell still makes our eyes sting."

The creature settled back into its rest and they made their way forward. A few more zombies accosted them in the next room, but the two knights made short work of them. Dan was immediately intrigued by the placement of a bookshelf on the lower level. There was a draft coming from behind it. Perhaps there was something on the other side.

The knight headed up the stairs and into the room beyond. Dan tried very hard to simply move the bookshelf, but it was either bolted down or else sealed in place with magic. With a grumble, he destroyed the thing with his club. Inside was a hidden workshop. Tomes of arcane magic were in every nook and cranny, and symbols were carefully engraved upon the floor. In the center of a room, a brazier still had a healthy fire roaring.

Before he could explore much further, he heard shouting and combat from upstairs. Fearing the knight might need help, he dashed back into the hall. As it turned out, she handled it without any need for him. Just as he crossed the threshold, he caught sight of her cleaving the last of a small pack of zombies in half. They seemed to have been held behind several holding cells around the room. The bars had retracted and allowed them to escape and make their attack. Now, there was only a bit of treasure left behind in the cells, along with a strange artifact and yet another chalice.

Just like before, when Dan collected the chalice, Canny Tim took shape from the swirling reddish mist within.

"Hurrah! I knew it would take more than an army of the evil dead to throw your stride, sir. I have something that may help you on your quest, captain."

This time, Canny Tim offered a bottle of strange green liquid. It almost looked like the same sickly magic that had brought Dan (and the rest of the dead) back to life. Perhaps it had healing properties. Tim poofed back into the ether before either of them could ask.

With the strange talisman and chalice in hand, all that remained now was to scale the hill. Easier said than done, with those gargoyles at the top sending boulders and flaming debris rolling down the path.

"Got any ideas, Captain?", she asked teasingly.

He grumbled at her, but shook his head. The only way forward was to face those boulders head-on. And hope he was half as agile as she was.

She led the way, using crevices in the rocky cliffs to get out of the way of oncoming rock. At the corner, she found a chest and kicked it open.

"Incoming, Dan!", he heard her yell over the boulders between them.

He darted out of the way at the last second, only to be smacked in the face by a smaller object. Ah, so that's what she had meant; she'd thrown him a shield! This would make his ascent much easier. Dodging in full plate mail was virtually impossible.

The rest of the way up was done in similar fashion, with the knight dancing around the falling rocks and Dan resolutely shouldering his way through them. She fell off a ledge once, landing bodily on his shield. With a boulder hurtling towards them, he did the only thing he could think of; he grabbed her waist, threw her behind him, and braced them both behind his shield. After that scare, she allowed him to lead, keeping a watchful eye out for the molten boulders that sometimes fell through crevices above them and fending those off with her axe.

They finally made it to the top, ready to face down the gargoyles that had given them so much trouble.

In unison, the statues rumbled, "We have failed the Master. We give our lives."

They promptly exploded with little fanfare. Dan and the knight glanced at each other, shrugged, and entered the hilltop mausoleum.

[stardustedknuckles]

As stressed as I am right now (about 18 hours of good vibes sent my way would be very welcome at present) there's no denying that cbd has been helping. I got in the back of an Uber and closed my eyes, rested my head near the window to feel the breeze on my face and 1) I was able to actually feel a little bit of pleasure (usually unable unless I'm very slightly high) and 2) I NEVER close my eyes in an Uber. I feel like I HAVE to watch the driver drive. What am I gonna do if something happens? Fuck all. But I can't look away. Except now I can.

There are four scent things, one in every vent. It's overwhelmingly perfumed in here. And yes, after a while I will still get a migraine. But I went probably a full three minutes without a mask (just to see, one window down) and only at the end of those three minutes did I start to feel that creeping sense beneath the smell that if I didn't block it things would get rough. For reference: I can usually feel things start to go downhill at the first whiff.

As someone who can't metabolize most anti anxiety medications well at all, this is a pretty big deal and worth looking more into for sure. It's not exactly cheap, but this peace of mind is worth it. It's not what I'm thinking, it's what I'm not. An absence, not a presence. I'm not thinking about death every few minutes, I'm not feeling myself actually pull back from enjoying something too much lest I invite the other shoe to drop. It's not all gone, but even a dent in it is very odd in a good way. Less inflammation for sure.

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Please Read!

i plan to get back into writing but it won’t be for bts anymore, as much as i do still love them i just think ive kinda outgrown writing for them? i’m not rly sure how to explain but ive had no genuine interest in continuing fanfic for them, or kpop in general. i’ve kinda moved towards fictional characters. i plan to move blogs entirely and take down the two i have, which is this one and bbbrats. or maybe i’ll leave them up? idk. i’m not sure where i stand with them, but if you are interested, or any of my long time moots want to come along, just leave a mark on this post and i’ll tag you guys on the new account! if you’re interested in who i’ll be writing for (fictional serial killers i.e michael, pyramid head, ghostie, etc. simon ‘ghost’ riley + the other cod men (konig, soap, etc), and plenty more), i really suggest checking me out. i’ve grown a lot in my writing skills and i’m excited to start another writing path here. if you don’t wish to come along, feel free to unfollow. thank you for supporting me thus far and i’m sorry i’ve lost interest/motivation to continue writing for the kpop fanfic community. 💕

[softpine]

this is going to sound so conceited because no one asked, but i wanted to share my “director’s cut” early because i wrote this down at the same time that i was writing that scene :)

→ we actually get a ton of insight about casper’s thought process in this scene. first, we see him spiral with anxiety about the tires popping / crashing the car. he doesn’t WANT to share this information, it just kinda comes out. when tom tells casper how “insane” he sounds, casper tries to make himself sound more normal by providing the context for his newfound fear of driving: that he ran over a snake without remembering it, and he’s worried he’ll run over a person next time. this feels like a reasonable conclusion in his mind, so he’s pretty shocked when, rather than laughing it off, tom becomes concerned. that’s when he shuts down entirely and stops talking until tom changes the subject. thankfully, tom knows when it’s okay to get casper worked up over something (we see him do this on purpose so he can play luke’s music) and when to drop the topic.

→ casper is searching for a sense of belonging and he thinks he’s found it in the gym. he doesn’t like luke’s music, he doesn't believe in luke’s ideologies, he judges the way luke makes his living by deceiving people, but he puts up with it (and even defends it) because he’s clinging onto whatever form of human connection he can find. even if that means staying at the gym for hours and hoursssss to impress this guy he really doesn’t like all that much. he’s no different to the “desperate guys” luke capitalizes off of, but casper doesn’t want to see himself that way.

→ “He’s been doing it for so long he believes his own bullshit.” – casper says this as if it’s admirable. to him, it is. the “fake it til you make it” mentality has never worked for casper, though he tries. he’s still trying it as we speak! he’s changed every aspect of his appearance and the way he portrays himself to strangers, yet he doesn’t feel any different inside. you can see this in the way he talks about iris. he’ll tell you over and over again that he doesn’t care, he’s over it, that it was sooo high school, but we know he’s still checking up on iris enough to know that he’s been blocked & unblocked, and he still cares enough to call her new boyfriend “douchey”. he thought that once he left his home town, he would turn a new chapter and have a whole new outlook on life, but he’s starting to realize that he’s just the same old casper. 😔

(btw luke is not a character you’ll meet; he’s just a plot device lol)

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Tag Game

15 questions, 15 tags

Thanks for the tag @jamdoughnutmagician !!!

Nickname: smute 🤓

Height: 1,98 m (6'6)

Last thing I googled: thawb

Song stuck in my head: still the britney and elton one. heard it on the radio yesterday and cant get rid of it

# followers: getting close to 2,000

Amount of sleep: never enough!!!!!!!!!

Dream job: writer or slutty slutty english professor or both 🤝 im half joking abt the professor part (not the slutty part) but i guess academia is where i'm headed...? and i don't hate the idea

Wearing: grey sweatpants white shirt

Book/movie that summarizes you: i suppose my fav is amélie because i too am an awkward meddler with hermit like tendencies

Fav song: of all time? landslide by fleetwood mac. i have a lot of contemporary favorites but ive known that song for 30 years and ill probably still listen to it in 2053

Aesthetic: INCONSISTENT

Fav authors: oh my god just shoot me. english: toni morrison, rebecca solnit, ali smith, anna ziegler, walt whitman, dh lawrence, james joyce/ german: klaus mann, rainer maria rilke, patrick süskind, keyserling/ in translation: jostein gaarder/ jean genet. i probably forgot some

Random fact: i brought so many groceries home with me from my parents yesterday that i literally broke my suitcase lmao

i tag: @fourwindows @mmolia @snoozy-red-panda @isabella-lugosi @macbethwitches @cowletariat @captainsugaraddict @crescent-ia @memyselfandmystupidity-isback @two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat @catboykillshelter @cathart1da3

i know i just tagged most of you in that other post but. when in rome. or whatever. no pressure! <3

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[apinchofm]

still writing your stupid princess edwina fics? now making kate feel bad?

idk, still riding my dick??

[laintodust]

💭 thinking about horror sans. and how much i dislike him as sans undertale. sans undertale is detached from EVERYONE on purpose except papyrus and even then he's still closed off. toriel makes him weirdstrange but other than that.

he's kind of callous from a distance but he wouldn't go out of his way to doom the entire fuckinf underground even if he did get betrayed and nearly killed ?. he is so conflict adverse unless he starts it and can control it. hed just be like jeez alright give a guy a break (goes home and loses his fucking mind in the private quarters of his room)

he always takes the easy out unless it's the end of the fuckin world (no mercy route) or he's keeping his cards on the table (every other time he's confrontational with frisk) bro would noooooot blow up the core out of spite. he would also just not help. like whatever. the anomaly is gonna blow up this timeline anyway why put in the effort (does he know?)

just an absolutely diabolical read on sans undertale HE DOESN'T CAAAARE BECAUSE NOTHING MATTERS HIS LIFE IS A GAME AND HE'S AN NPC. HIS WHOLE DEAL IS THAT HE DOESN'T CARE. but he does care he's just trying not to. and the active continued attempt he's making to not care WOULD kill him, probably, just as much as deciding he should do something does

genuinely he just. would not have it in him to tangibly lose his mind. when he ACTUALLY DIES in no mercy all you get is a couple seconds of shock before hes like lmao (expression of pain) yeah i figured

like good god. tbe level to which sand undertale Does Not Care hurts. my soul. buddy it's gonna be okay im zipping you in a little save file on the surface with your awesome brother and your pun buddy and your swagless tgirl chill out PUHLEASE this isn't even about horrortale anymore he just agonizes me

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

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[occudo]

An incomplete list of TMA fics I adore

-beacuse of this ask

(If you liked the fics I previously recommended/made fanart for, I think you'll gonna like these as well, but you know, read the tags, know what you are going into)

Yesterday is Here by CirrusGrey @cirrus-grey

Time Travel Fix-it! Slow burn! So good! So much sass from future!Jon- I doubt I have to introduce anyone this amazing author, but if you somehow missed them till now, this is your time! I highly recommend all of their other fics as well, for example one of a more recent one, The Stranger I Know Best is also a lovely read.

enthralling by Prim_the_Amazing @primtheamazing

Vampire!Martin!! I have no words of how much I love this concept, this story, everything about this. I think I'm going to repeat myself through this list, but I also recommend everything else they've written!

to fill... my heart with music? by godshaper @godshaper so their Martin and Jon design are different from mine, also they made a way better art for this- but still, I wanted to include this really good fic in this list.

Do It All Anew by inkfingers_mcgee or @crit20art

You know the feeling when you read a book that makes you cry, and after that you recommend it to your friend? Well- there is no reason I mentioned this, I'm just so normal about this fic. Or any other fic from inkfingers_mcgee... like Strange Manner of what I made another fanart way back. Also, check out their art!

Anyway, here is Aamal- she is not going to cause emotional damage.

And they were sidekicks (oh my god, they were sidekicks) by arthureameslove @arthureameslove

A lighthearted series where Jon and Martin are sidekicks of supervillains- it's just a really fun fic, also recommend everyting from this author - I previously draw fanart here for an other fic of theirs Like a Lighthouse, Call Me Home

neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well by saintbleeding @saintbleeding

To quote the aurthour: "Post-divorce Jon and Martin in a wedding-based romcom" It's such a comfort read, also has a Tim/Sasha wedding, and lots of cameos! I realised most of these authors I made fanarts for before- like this one for some kind of miraculous bind, this one is oneshot and a bit more serious in tone.

Give Me the Words by rakel @rakel-on-ao3

"Jon and Martin try to make the most of a bad situation in the Scottish Highlands. The situation is worse than they realised." You know that one post about wanting to write PWP, but it keeps turning into character study? Well, this one comes to my mind each time I see that.

i wanna find a home (i wanna share it with you) by heartshapedguy @transgenderboobs

So what would have happened if instead of the cot (tm), Jon offered Martin his own flat to stay? There is no way it's going to change their relationship, right? Such a good read, if you want some fluff, I highly recommend it!

Lucky Stars by magnetarmadda @magnetarmadda

Martin has a lovely family (except his mother) but still, he needs a fake boyfriend, and Jon comes to the rescue. It's one of the first fics I remember reading after I finished the series. It is such a comfort read of mine~

(+enjoy a rare tall Jon from me)

There are so many more fics that also deserve the spotlight, these are just the ones I read multiple times and/or didn't made fanarts for before. If you find something here you like, give them some love! Kudos and comments! They deserve it. (Also, just an extra disclamier some of these are PWP or rated T- just mind the tags)

I tried to link and tag everything, I hope it works.

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[torsamors]

On Seatbelts and Sunsets - Hanif Abdurraqib