#ask continuation

[ryouscared]

@townofcadence from here

Artair fought the urge to drag his hand down his face; if anyone in the world was more stubborn than him, it was fucking Reverb. It didn't matter if lighting the garden on fire to get rid of some weeds was a terrible fucking idea. If he said no or shot it down, that was just incentive for the shithead to prove him wrong or prove he could. "Well." He chewed his lip for a moment, taking the pause to mull over the perfect wording. Anything less could result in an on-fire backyard. "I mean, you could do that, I guess. I don't doubt you could take everything out in a hot second if you wanted. But like. I'm sure there are more entertaining things to light on fire." In places that are significantly less flammable.

Reverb rubs across the bottom of his nose with a thumb, followed by a small sniff as he looks out at the expanse of back yard that was soon to be a garden. Of course it would be big, he doubted Lexus would allow anything smaller. Artair wanted a garden, he was going to get a big fucking garden. Maybe even a greenhouse too, in time. The mere thought grated on him. Fucking Lexus.

Hand shifts back down, fingers interlocking and pressing outward until his knuckles crack. “Exactly. Besides, it's not about being entertaining.” Although, it certainly would be. Reverb was rather fond of his flames. “It's about getting this shit done.” He pauses, eyes sliding away from Artair and to the left. His normally strong voice comes as more of a mumble. “Besides… I heard the remains can be good for helping shit grow.”

[hopefullywritingahit]

@booklovingsnickerdoodleodle - This continuation is for you :P

I'll probably write more, but it's still brewing. If you guys can think of a title that would be helpful lol

Part 1, Part 3

Civilian woke with a start, shooting up to sitting as she frantically looked around. The last thing she remembered was Supervillain picking her up. She sighed - no one was in the room with her. The walls were plain with simple furnishings - a small dark dresser and a nightstand next to the single bed she was laying on. This is by far one of the softest beds she’s ever been on with soft black and green sheets. 

“You really love your color scheme,” Civilian mumbled as she pushed the comforter to the side and swung her legs off the bed towards the window. Civilian definitely tried to stand up too quickly and had to sit back down for a moment until the room stopped spinning. She stood again, much more slowly this time, and headed to the window where light was pushing through. She almost didn’t realize that her shoes were off until the soft plush carpet beneath was almost tickling the bottoms of her feet. 

Pulling back the curtain, Civilian was faced with a view of the ocean. For all the time that she lived near the ocean, Civilian rarely found her way to the water. It was breathtaking watching the waves crash against the shoreline. She looked down as best as she could but could only see sharp, angry rocks jutting from the water below. This would not be the way to go. 

Civilian sighed, letting the fabric fall from her fingers. She looked around the room again, hoping for another way other than the door that was almost certainly locked, but came up with nothing. It was either: drop down to the crashing waves and sharp rocks, stay put until someone came for her (good or bad), or try the door and find a way out of here. She also didn’t see her shoes which could be a problem when trying to run. Maybe she could find some on her hunt for the front door. 

She pressed her ear to the door, trying to listen for anything on the other side. Hearing nothing for several moments, Civilian moved her hand to the door handle and as slow as she could, tried to turn the handle. She was immediately met with resistance at the lock. Moving the handle either way, trying to force it open proved useless.

Tears pricked her eyes with the realization that she wasn’t getting out of here. With no idea on how to pick a lock and certain death from the window, Civilian had no choice but to sit on the bed and hope that whatever Supervillain was planning to do with her wouldn’t be bad. 

–

It was maybe an hour before Civilian heard any sort of movement behind the door. She had been pacing for a while, went through all the drawers in the dresser and nightstand (only to find varied sizes of black v-neck t-shirts and sweatpants) before she planted herself in front of the window, curtains pulled back. 

Her head slightly turned at the sound of feet walking down the hall, she couldn’t tell the mood of whoever was walking, but it still made Civilian's heart beat faster with every step. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to meet whoever was coming for her, afraid of what they had planned for her. Her heart spiked and skipped when she heard the door unlock and push open, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. 

“You’re awake,” Supervillain sounded surprised. Civilian still couldn’t turn to face him, but would recognize his voice anywhere. “How are you feeling?”

Civilian hugged her arms closer together. She couldn’t fathom that he actually cared and was just hoping he would get to the point and let her go. All Civilian could bring herself to do was stare out at the ocean still crashing against the shoreline. A hand on her shoulder almost made her jump, a gasp escaped as her fingers dug into her arms. “You okay?” Supervillain asked as he turned Civilian to face him. 

“What do you want?” Civilian looked straight in Supervillain's eyes. His eyes were as bright and green as the forest after a rain. She could easily get lost in those eyes, but shook her head and nudged his hand off her shoulder, turning back towards the ocean.

Supervillain let out a long sigh, “I just want to know how you’re doing. You passed out on the streets. I wasn’t sure where to bring you, so I brought you here.”

Civilian looked at him from the corner of her eye. He at least sounded genuine, but this was Supervillain we were talking about. “I’m fine,” she whispered and turned back to the water.

The air was tense and awkward as Supervillain could tell she was definitely not fine and Civilian couldn’t think of any of the questions she had thought of since she woke up. 

“Are you hungry?” Civilian’s stomach decided to answer for her, releasing the loudest growl possible. Civilian’s face turned red as Supervillain chuckled at her discomfort. “I’ll take that as a yes. Won’t you join me for breakfast? We can talk.”

As much as Civilian didn’t want to - she was hungry - and she didn’t really see any other option. “Okay,” she said and turned around to see Supervillain smiling, his arm extended to her in a silent request to link arms together. She hugged her arms tight to her and moved to walk past him. She didn’t make it far before he linked their arms anyway and led her out of the room.

Continued here

[crayonurchin]

First art of the new year is all about re-structuring your internal monologue.

In my early 20s I was working full time in London with many social commitments and a variety of hustles and side projects.

In my later mid 20s I cater to many sensory and social drain needs I have and indulge in special interests while respecting my lower energy reserves and celebrating my different way of processing the world.

Did I get more autistic? Nah. I got less fake.

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[Art description: Three panels showing figures on a black background. Long descriptions follow.

1. A drawing of OP as a person with hip-length hair and a dress standing sadly with her hands clapsed together in front of her. She is coloured a muted rainbow gradient. Behind her, two pairs of nondescript figures chat while smiling. White text says, ‘I’m getting more and more autistic the older I get.’ 2. OP’s colours are brighter, and her expression looks happier. Crayon-like scribbles have crossed out the text from the previous panel. 3. OP’s colours are vibrant, and she balances on one leg and throws her arms out as she dances. The text above has changed to say, ‘I’m becoming more and more myself the older I get.’ \End descriptions]

[thebibliosphere]

I'm scrolling through some ambient noises to help me write, and it got me thinking. Y'know those white noise machines people use for sleeping?

Do you think there's a very specific brand marketed at Gothamites?

Like everyone else has rainy nights on the beach, whale song, the crackle of the campfire, and everyone's all-time favorite "rickety fan about to oscillate off your shitty ikea desk at four in the morning."

And then there's "The Sounds of Gotham," a nighttime ambiance made up of heavy thunderstorms interspaced with the wail of police sirens and the occasional smattering of gunfire.

If you upgrade to premium, you can get the added sound effect of "small vigilante child dropping onto your apartment roof followed by the heavy pitter-patter of their combat boots as they dropkick a criminal off the fire escape."

Mm. Cozy.

[plumadot]

not to be gay and yearning but. more soft scarian would be so cute... maybe them cuddling specifically... if u want...

it's only blood; i have plenty left

[memewife]

smoke break

[petricorah]

🍃 couldn't decide on which of jin's hairstyles i liked best so i combined them [id in alt]

[malka-lisitsa]

Continued from [ x ] @brokencanbefixed

Just the sound of his voice is enough to elicit a quickening in her heart rate. A real primal fear that gripped her in a way no one else could. Katherine had a lot of enemies, but she never feared any of them the way she feared Klaus Mikaelson. He might as well have been her own personal Angel of Death. Katherine's own brand of hell.

However she's not a rabbit, shes a fox. Clever and quick, and for five hundred years shes managed to stay alive. Even in those moments he caught her- Klaus' habit of playing with his prey always ended in her escape.

You think he'd learn, though Katherine often entertained the idea that he liked their game of hide and seek just as much as he liked torturing her. He's a hound, a hunter, and she his most elusive prey.

A coy smile slid over her lips as she finally spoke.

"Oh I remember. What was it you said to me? I ran for five hundred years, my death will be at least half that long?"

She remembered it word for word because it struck a sense of terror in her that stayed, like a brand, the threat burned into her mind.

The glass sliding across the hard wood had Katherine's head tilting in curiosity. A curiosity remedied the moment he started speaking.

"How benevolent of you." She mused, sarcastic smile on her lips as she raised the glass for a sip. "Awww, it's even top shelf." The doppelganger let out a long sigh and leaned against the table, content to keep her distance, every second counts when you're on the run and need to escape.

"Do I need a reason to see my favourite mass murdering psycopath? Can't it just be that I missed you?" Her smirk was devilish, a match to her body language. "I know it seems impossible that anyone could miss you, but there's a first time for everything right?"

[baby-xemnas]

bepo turboshitting in the bushes is somehow their fault as well

[bamsara]

Hey

is solar lunacy discontinued?

Nah I just stopped sharing the chapters publicly because people were being weirdly hostile about my update schedule, so rn the only people who's seen the updates is myself plus one other person. I'll prob continue to wait to share the writing tbh until I feel like its chilled out more

[ryouscared]

@townofcadence from here

Atlas had been staring at him, from where he'd wandered into the woods. He had come to the same place, the very spot she had seen him last; it felt like fate, to see him again. Him addressing her was all the pre-amble she needed. He sounded confused, but she could see the web of magic woven and tangled up around him in gossamer threads, and she understood enough. But perhaps something familiar would help. Atlas took Vinny up into their arms, squeezing them tight in the bearest of hugs.

To say Vinny seemed a bit nervous would be an understatement. He isn't sure why he came out here, he had a tendency to just-- wander, sometimes, but to catch the face staring at him in the trees had given him quite the scare.

He looked almost ready to flee when the other approached, but didn't before he was wrapped up in a hug. It felt... familiar. He didn't remember this, person...? Thing? Creature? But he was sure that he had felt this before. His tenseness melts away slowly, until he's even resting his face against them. He sounds tired, maybe even a little sad when he asks "Oh... I know you, don't I..?" If only he could remember.

[isjasz]

Siren Grian and Pirate Scar? Also I love your art.

And do you agree that Grian needs to admit that his season 10 self is a fish.

[Day 231]

Maybe he reincarnated as a siren with no memories and found Scar again out of chance or fate or smth, then proceeds to attempt murder

(also yes I absolutely agree, he's been cod truthed by so many players he's gotta admit it himself at some point /SILLY)(and tysm :D)

[the-phantom-peach]

Can we see more of your shadow gijinka I'm obsessed,

Haha I’m glad you like him! He’s always been my favorite character so I had a lot of fun with his design. Here’s his quick ref sheet :)

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x dc AU: the watchtower gives out very strictly limited passes for visitors. They don’t need the world knowing that their HQ is in space after all, but sometimes family needed to visit.

Batman was the one to install the day pass system back when Dick was Robin- he needed the excuse to send Dick home to Alfred after a certain amount of time has passed and it just stuck. Unless you were a full time member, day passes were the best you got. Engineers and other supportive staff that weren’t members weren’t afforded day passes however- but Jazz is determined to be the one exception.

Jazz Fenton has been a psychologist for the JL for a year now (she just had a very productive performance review, thank you very much) and it’s been killing her to not tell Danny her office is in space. They do weekly dinners that he portals in for, and he knows that she takes a Zeta tube to work, but he’s technically not allowed to know that her office is a satellite. So, she sets a meeting with the man who started the system in the first place.

Batman is hard to read for most but she’s been his therapist for a while now, and she can tell he’s at least considering her request. Dinah couldn’t speak more kindly on Jazz and she’s been an asset to the JL in many ways since she was hired. Jazz’ arguments aren’t preposterous either- she’s submitted all of his identification papers, his background check, his job description and all of his friends names. She assured him that Danny will be able to keep a secret but when pressed she doesn’t reveal if he has any of his own.

Turns out, months of back and forth and negotiations were going be basically worthless- the second Danny got his little wrist band day pass, made it up via the zeta tube and got presented the view of Earth from the observation deck: he immediately transformed. Like zero caution, just went ghost and hyper fixated on the stars.

“You could have mentioned your Brother being Phantom. He’s been an ally to us for a while.” Batman grumbles in the way that only his family and she can tell through his deadpan.

“Yeah, I just thought that would’ve been a second visit conversation.”

[artiststarme]

Steve tries to mock how Eddie speaks when he DMs and starts speaking like a Shakespearean peasant. The kids start defending Eddie, Nancy and Jonathan just look on like disappointed parents, and Robin just rolls her eyes before joining Steve in his quest of annoying them all. 

Meanwhile, Eddie has his eyes squarely on Steve’s lips as he enunciates each medieval word. He’s never wanted to kiss him quite so much as he does right then. Instead of being insulted like he probably should be, Eddie falls in love with this buffoon right then and there. 

It makes things interesting because they aren’t even dating at that point. But it makes Eddie blush and stutter in every one of their interactions until finally Steve breaks and kisses Eddie.

[puppyeared]

Somebody give this kid a home