#as for the rest of the chapter idk if i like it

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

[zishu-arts]

what if i drew them bald

(i’ve posted 3 ava/m drawings today????????)

[varpusvaras]

Ponds was the oldest.

He knew he was given to Seventeen to train because the Kaminoans wanted to prove a point. They thought Ponds too soft. Too generous. Too anxious. Too caring.

He was not what the Kaminoans thought Seventeen wanted for the individual training program. They had set both of them up for failure.

Seventeen had looked at him for a long while on their first meeting, his eyes hard and assessing. Then he had simply nodded, and gestured for Ponds to follow him.

Ponds learned very quickly that he was good at keeping the morale high. Good at keeping everybody's heads in the moment. Good at building bonds between other members of his squad.

He was given little brothers. All three of them brimming with energy, anger and potential. So much potential, that the Kaminoans didn't even know what to do with them anymore.

They just needed someone to calm them down. To gather them together. To teach them how to stop and think. How to follow each other's every move and work as a one, unified front.

Ponds learned how to teach them all of that. He learned how to lead them, and they learned how to lead from him.

Ponds was the oldest.

Fox was the youngest. He was short and slight, with scores that kept climbing up every single day and eyes that seemed both incredibly intelligent and deeply frightened.

Ponds knew that Fox was given to Seventeen to train because the Kaminoans wanted to prove a point. Fox was smaller than the rest of them. He wouldn't be able to keep up with the training. His scores would start to fall, and thus prove that the individual training didn't work, that they should all just get back in line.

Ponds was the oldest. Fox was the youngest.

They both had something to prove.

In the end, they did both prove themselves. Fox's scores kept getting higher. Ponds kept his little brothers in order.

(Ponds was the oldest.

He was always meant to be the oldest. The one who kept the rest of them in check, the one who had the last word.

So, when Cody back from Coruscant with fury in his eyes and treason on his tongue, Ponds sat him and the rest of them down.

Let's take a moment and think, he told them, and lay out the rules.

Ponds was the oldest.

He had been given little brothers, and he had loved them enough to make them and himself Commanders.)

[fiddleabout]

chef au sneak peek

“Work is shit,” Lilith says with a grunt as she twists out of Beatrice’s throw.  “Nothing new.”

“Regular work stress has you this keyed up?”

Lilith glares and punches, feints, manages to turn in and snag the edge of Beatrice’s gi; Beatrice returns the favor and hooks an ankle around the back of Lilith’s leg and sends her crashing back into the mat again.  Another fucking shit grinds out of Lilith’s mouth at the impact, but her glare disappears abruptly, eyes widening as Beatrice absently straightens her gi.

“What--”

A foot sweeps behind Beatrice’s, knocking her down onto her ass.  It’s unsportsmanlike and Lilith is many things but unsportsmanlike has never been one of them, and Beatrice greedily pulls air back into her lungs after the impact and sits up to stare incredulously as Lilith.

“Really?”  Beatrice sighs and rolls her head on her neck.

“Is that a hickey?”

Lilith yanks at Beatrice’s gi again, and Beatrice nearly yelps at the way it exposes her collarbone and the mark that is, in fact, absolutely a hickey from two days ago.  She could grapple her way out of this, but then the chances of Lilith letting the whole thing go will evaporate and she’ll keep pushing until Beatrice answers.

“It-- no,” Beatrice says indignantly.  She’s never been a very good liar when Lilith is concerned, but it’s worth a try.  

“It is,” Lilith says, fingers tight at Beatrice’s gi.  “Those are teeth marks, Beatrice.”

Beatrice stares at her, heat smearing across her cheeks and along her ears, wondering if she can talk her way out of the fact that Lilith is absolutely right and she has Ava’s teeth marks on her collarbone.  And her other shoulder, actually, from when Ava had gotten carried away and had sunk her teeth into the trapezius the other day when Beatrice had nipped at the side of neck.

“It’s nothing,” Beatrice says.  A weak parry, and Lilith waves it away just as easily.  

“Are you seeing someone?  You?”

Beatrice pushes up to her feet, fighting the childish urge to shove Lilith when she also climbs to her feet.  She leaves Lilith on the mat, marching over to where her water bottle is waiting.  Lilith, dogged and unperturbed, follows with her arms folded across her chest.

“You do know that I’m not going to let this go,” Lilith says presently.  “So you may as well just tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Beatrice says.  It only comes out mildly petulant, she’s sure of it.  

“You haven’t seen anyone since what’s-her-face.”  Lilith takes the water bottle out of Beatrice’s hands and drains half of it.  “The nerdy one--”

“She wasn’t nerdy.”

“--from that library--”

“She was a curator at the Met, Lilith.”

“--with the hipster glasses.  Samantha.”  

“Sarah.”

Lilith offers the bottle back to Beatrice, who’s given up on pretending this isn’t happening and has settled for glaring at her instead.  It’s immature, but the downside of having been friends with Lilith since they were twelve is that they both revert more frequently than either would like to admit.  “And that was two years ago.”

Beatrice occupies herself with tucking her water bottle back into her bag and sitting down to stretch.  Lilith, obnoxiously, is not put off by her silence and sits down at her side, mirroring her stretches.

“So who is it?”  

Beatrice leans further into her stretch than is wise, hamstrings protesting, and ignores her.  She can’t help her free hand from tugging her gi more firmly back in place, though she resists the way they want to wrap it up tight to her neck.  

“If you’re already at the stage of letting her leave hickeys then it must be serious,” Lilith carries on.  “You didn’t let Serena--”

“Sarah.”

“-- past first base for ages.  I thought she was going to explode with how much you blueballed her.”

“Lilith!” Beatrice hisses.  If it wouldn’t get them both in trouble she would slam a fist into Lilith’s arm; as it is, she barely manages to cling to her respect for the judo gym and stops herself.  “That’s--”

“Accurate?” Lilith says drily.  She shifts to lotus position, abandoning her stretching so she can stare dead on at Beatrice.  “Why are you being weird about this?”

“Why are you insisting on interrogating me in a judo gym?”

“Because you’re hiding something,” Lilith says, blunt as ever.  “And you don’t hide things.  Not from me.”

Beatrice pauses, halfway to switching to stretch her other leg, a fleck of shame growing in her chest.  It’s true that she’s never kept it from Lilith on the rare occasions when she’s dated anyone.  If she was dating Ava-- which she decidedly is not: no sex, no expectations, no mess-- then she would likely have told Lilith weeks ago.

“What I can’t figure out,” Lilith says, unconcerned with Beatrice’s guilt.  “Is when you have time.  Your hours at this place are more absurd than they were at Per Se, and you work six days a week and on Mondays you’re either at that godforsaken climbing gym or getting dinner with me and-- oh my God you’re dating Ava Silva.”

[emotionalcadaver]

Having one of those days where I wanna delete everything I've ever written and crawl into a hole to hide for forever.

Don't worry, I'm not actually gonna. My brain is just being stupid.

[ofmdee]

keeping his scales clean 🤭

[clegfly]

“Of course you have an Other Brother,” he says, waving off her denial as he opens some nearby cabinets. “Who else would I be if I wasn’t?”

Small WIP sketch of the Other Brother from IDKSomethingClever99’s fic “Mari in the Pink Palace”!!! OMORI and Coraline are my two biggest interests ever so this fic was like winning the lottery for me. Not to mention how good it is… please go read it ragh

[sylphwing]

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

[possum-quesadilla]

Ngl im not really someone who cries much, like I can't, and there is this one song (the underworld, EPIC: the musical) that always makes me sad but I can't cry and it felt shity and then I explained to someone why it was so sad and saying it outloud made me cry and it felt good to finally be able to cry for that song

Umm

You should listen to epic the musical

It's like

25 songs

15 more are on the way

Most of them don't make me cry

The fact that this is the first piece of media too make me cry should tell you a lot about it's quality.

Oh man. I just gave it a listen and holy moly. You’re right, might have to listen to the whole thing! It HIT right in the gut.

[ct-hardcase]

reading old thr reviews out of sheer procrastination and I knew it in theory but ah. this is why the current comic run was thrown in continuity separation jail, to the point where avar can't even acknowledge ceret by name in totf when ruminating on the drengir, or elzar can't mention keeve when going over jedi patrolling the oz lmao

[cntrlaltdelete-whatt]

hmmm..... to post the chapters of a fic as I write them... or to wait until I've finished the entire work and dump the whole thing in one go... hmmm.....

[diadelcaracol]

[idalievu]

Started reading the jaws novel today. Why is it like that.

[orcelito]

orcelito's self-rec trigun fics

Another Post for @trigunfanfic's trigun fic appreciation, but this one for my own trigun fics! there are only 3, all vashwood, and i would love if ppl checked them out if any seem interesting!

First Spot in my heart goes to:

In the Next Life - 101k words

this is The trigun longfic for me. it's a trimax time travel au where Vash travels back in time from near the very end of the manga to try to save as many lives as possible (including Wolfwood's). it's a real slowburn, since my primary focus is following Vash's journey to make a change, despite the difficulties & his residual trauma from last time. and who knows! maybe he can make some new trauma and friends along the way :')

it's been on a bit of a hiatus for Life Reasons, but ive been gearing up to get that next chapter out & return to regular updates! so if trimax vash falling in love with wolfwood all over again while still grieving his prior iteration appeals to you... then this fic may be for you!!!

& for the Next One...

Sentido - 19k words

this one's my most popular trigun fic, based in tristamp canon. it's a character study i wrote about Vash following how his inhumanity affects all of his 5 senses, one chapter per sense. it was Also meant to be just a little writing dabble, not something i expected many people to read, so its quality isn't as good as i'd maybe prefer. but plenty of ppl still seem to love it, so i feel like it's only fair to include it here! it's also vashwood, though pre-relationship vashwood during canon's duration. just a fun little fic thinking about how Vash interacts with his world. ALSO. it's complete lol, if that matters to you

& the THIRD AND FINAL...

I know I'm gonna die of this - 12k words

my singular smut one-shot. honestly there's really no plot to this one, just 12k words of Top Vash with a strap railing the brains out of trans Wolfwood. this is for those t4t & top Vash lovers out there! just some good horny fun heheh

and There's The Post. thank u for reading this far!!

[ssreeder]

SREEDIE SREEDIE HI HI I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY EXCEPT THAT IM STILL ALIVE AND WILL PROBABLH START BINGING ALL TBE ITF CHAPS I LET LAPSE NEXT MONTH SO YOI WILL GET SPAMMED IN AUGUST MY LOVE

I made you this gif do you like it??????

COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS UNTIL AUGUSTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

[euclydya]

we're in such a mood to create and it's so horrible. like do we continue working on the fic in which I try to kill myself or do we work on the fic in which heart fucking loses his eyes.