#WIP love

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

WIP Appreciation

Hi hi! Thank you @pagegirlintraining not only for tagging me, but for making me realize that I had accidentally unfollowed you at some point. The issue has been promptly fixed lol.

This is a little bit from my newest wip. It doesn't have a title yet, but the document is called "stupid beginning to a stupid fic with no plot I decided I needed to write down"

It wasn’t about the sex. Not really. Don’t get him wrong, the sex was good – really really good – but that wasn’t what he liked about Wilhelm’s nakedness. 

hehehehe

I'm going to tag @the-navistar-carol and @allthefakepeople if y'all feel like sharing (I love both of your writing so much so I'm tagging you selfishly I'm not gonna lie) and I'll tag @insomnaticwilmon in hopes of lighting a fire under their ass so they'll start writing again. 💜

[pagegirlintraining]

WIP appreciation 2.0

Thank you @piebingo @iwouldnevergetintofanfic and @skibasyndrome for tagging me (again)💜💜💜 I hereby humbly ask all three of you back for another line of your respective wips.

This is from Of Enemies And Symphonies chapter 7, because it’s my favorite.

There were tears dancing in Wille’s eyes as well, and yet he kept looking at Simon, blinking slowly as if he was scared he’d lose him if he blinked too fast.

Also tagging @gulliblelemon @zee-has-commitment-issues and @alltoowille (if you feel like sharing)

[sadhappylady]

WIP Love

Thank you @bigalockwood for the tag!

Sharing something from this week's writing, from the so called throuple fic, that still has no name, but is living well and happy in my docs:

“Ok. Wille. What is it with Wille?” Rosh wanted to know, her tone both empathic and demanding at the same time.

“He’s not here. And that somehow feels… wrong.” Simon looked anywhere but at Rosh and Ayub.

“Ok, so you want him to be here. What would be different if he was here?” Rosh interrogated.

“I don’t know,” Simon all but whispered. Because that was just it. Simon didn’t know what would be different, didn’t know how to explain the wrongness of it all.

Sending the (no pressure) tag along to @lollygirlpops @putnamcapital and @retrieve-the-kraken if you want to share something from your current wips

[piebingo]

Wip love

Thanks @skibasyndrome and @simons-purplehoodie and @bigalockwood for the tag🫶

This is from one of the prompts of Wille’s month:

“What?” Simon asks.

Wille shakes his head. “Nothing. We can do spaghetti. And the game.” He scratches his nose, motioning to Simon with his other hand, and the moment is slightly awkward.

Good awkward. Because they’re never awkward with each other, yet this feels like that one time Simon thought there might have been something between the two of them all those years ago.

Tagging @pagegirlintraining @enjoythesilentworld @gulliblelemon no pressure as always <3

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

sunday snippet

me?? actually working on ch2 of can i take a shot at your heart? it's more likely than you think

Later, by the time they were ten minutes into the run, there was a cramp threatening to make itself known in Simon’s side. He had lasted long, considering that everyone else had three weeks of endurance over him, but he had been tired. “I might walk,” he had gasped.  He hadn’t quite known if he had been talking to himself or Wilhelm at that point, but Wilhelm had seemingly interpreted it as the latter.  “You can do it,” Wilhelm had reached out and given Simon a gentle tap on the shoulder, nodding at him. “There’s only four minutes left. C’mon.” So in those last few minutes, among other oxygen-deprived thoughts, Simon had found himself seriously considering whether Wilhelm liked it when people openly insulted him in public. After all, what reason had there been for Wilhelm, obviously a faster runner, to continually turn to Simon when he started to slow down and say something mildly encouraging? If he had wanted to, he could have easily left Simon to deal with it himself. 

[memento-morri-writes]

Tag Replies for @rose-bookblood​

Since I’ve been neglecting your replies, and they’re all in the tags, meaning they won’t show up when I reblog, I decided to put all my replies in one post to avoid spamming you!  

Replies (and links to relevant posts) under the cut!

from this post  (X)

Yes!! I have a slight addiction to masquerades, so I absolutely needed to include one in ATQH!! (It’s my secret life goal to attend a masquerade ball irl.  I have a mask, actually.  I juts need to be invited to one.)

It is in my plans that eventually Hermes and Fallon make up, but it might not get shown in the book.  They do care about each other, and Fallon never intended to end on bad terms with anyone, but Hermes betrayed her trust and lied to her (even if his lie didn’t hurt anyone), and she already has trust issues.  Also, like I mentioned in the snippet, Hermes only revealed his lie because he found out that the lie had more truth than he thought.  He found out that rather than being an orphan as he always thought, he actually had a family, or at least a mother.  And of course Fallon’s jealous of that, because more than anything she wishes she could have her mother back. 

(and ofc, I’ll add you to the taglist right now!!)

From this post (X)

Agh, to hear that my silly little writing made you tear up... that means a lot to me! It means it’s working!!  And please do read those excerpts!! There’s actually more than that, and you can find them under the tag “excerpts: atqh” (X), or on my content masterpost (X).  There’s also the snippet tag (X) for shorter stuff.  I just linked the angsty stuff, lmao.  But those are the most fun, right?

(also, you should probably be worried about my plans for Kris.  Just because the story is done at this point doesn’t mean it’s all happily-ever-after...)

In reference to this post (X)

Yeppp.  Kristopher’s entire family sucks.  I just want to punch all of them.  (and so does Fallon...)  Especially Pierre (his father).  Because the main reason his brothers are so shitty is because their father took them under his wing and taught them how to be Class A Assholes.

And, yeah.  I also feel really bad for his sister.  But, like I said, she’s the only family member Kris invites to the wedding (or even tells about it), and she and Fallon get along like a house on fire, lmao.  Kris light-heartedly regrets it, because they get along so well, and it’s a little bit of an “oh fuck, now there’s two of them” situation, cause his sister is also very smart and headstrong like Fallon. 

She would totally help Fallon get ready for the wedding, since Fallon doesn’t have any family left, and they’d just chat and it would be really sweet.  She would totally wind up telling some embarrassing shit about Kris, lmao.  But more importantly, I can totally see her telling Fallon how happy she is to finally see Kris happy and not miserable, and it would just be so cute.  Ugh, I’m getting emotional about this.

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THANK YOU for caring so much about my little WIP.  ATQH is my passion project, and the loml.  It’s been a constant hyperfixation since January, and I can’t wait to see where it goes.  Your interest in it means the world to me, and seeing your tags makes me happier than you can possibly imagine, and I hope you continue to enjoy it.

You have my full permission to scream at me over ask, DM, in the tags/reblogs, wherever.  I will never, ever be mad at someone for being excited about my WIPs.  <3

[nouverx]

[WIP] because I'm tempted to paint the first sketch eheh we'll see

[ferncloud]

falin

[vita-divata]

Finally got the time to fuel my new hyperfixation yippeee <3

[lucidpeech]

against all odds, we all survived, together.

[newtsnaturethings]

Hear me out:

I think Zelda should have kept a couple of dragon traits. Just a few.

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[9474s0ul]

[machinerot]

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[thursdayes]

cannot get enough of these guys (man-shaped ethereal beings)🪦