#because of who I am as a person

[kiwiana-writes]

Alexander Claremont-Diaz would like the record to show that he is not, in fact, a brat.

(if you're still taking prompts!!)

Alexander Claremont-Diaz would like the record to show that he is not, in fact, a brat.

“This is slander upon my person.” His drink sloshes wildly over the edges of his cup as he gesticulates, not to anyone in particular but to the world at large. “Give me the fucking BDSM test link; I will prove it to you assholes right now, and I expect a full apology when I’m done.”

The test comes back 96% brat. Alex sulks for the rest of the night.

[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and I’ll write you the next five.]

[farminglesbian]

[whinlatter]

super curious about your chapter 10 notes will they be coming soon?

firstly BLESS you for asking. i tend to think of the author's notes as an extreme personal indulgence so actually love that you want em lmao

i do have some notes but was actually saving them to post chapter 10 and 11 together! so not to spam everyone more than i already do (lol). so expect a bumper AN for chapter eleven. but i do have a little bonus meta i am about to post that relates to chapter 10 so hope that will suffice for now!

[simmyfrobby]

Current hpp WIP's:

Ovi poem

Sidgeno poem

Landeskog poem

+ short lill flower poem

[greentrickster]

You know what? Screw integrity, posting thirst traps it is! Step one: take a popular character, and put them in an apron!

(Pretty sure I’m doing it right!)

[tawaifeddiediaz]

seven sentence sunday

i’m not actively writing anything right now but here’s a wip that i have to fix and adjust after my mcat this friday hehe. 

tagging everyone who’s tagged me in a writing/wip game lately: @deareddie @nymika-arts @fcntasmas @woodchoc-magnum @captain-hen ily guys <3

“Not if I go through all the back roads,” comes a faint voice on the other end, just as warm as her brother’s, heavy with concern that feels too intimate for her to listen in to it.

Instantly, Adriana knows who this is — someone she and Sophia tease Eddie endlessly about.

They’ve met Buck briefly, at Eddie’s probationary ceremony. His pride in her brother had been spilling from him, unabashed about the glossy tears that shone in his bright blue eyes. Adriana had noticed the way Eddie’s gaze immediately found Buck’s after Christopher, as if he would only allow himself the moment if it meant his partner could be with him in it.

And she’d noticed the way Eddie’s arms had wrapped tightly around his best friend, patting him on the back and guiding him over to Christopher, where they’d immediately fallen naturally into a conversation that had spoken volumes about this new family unit that Eddie had found himself immersed in.

There are ten years between her and Eddie. He’d enlisted just after she’d turned eight, and was gone shortly after that. Any memories she’s held onto of him are of him braiding her hair gently where her mother would yank too hard, or dropping her off at school before disappearing into the high school across the street, or her having to walk across the street to wait for him after his baseball practices to go home.

tagging @bieddiediaz @oneawkwardcookie @ao3theskyisblue and anyone who hasn’t done this yet!

[teaandinanity]

Am I restarting CotL again so I can take the Pit Fight ritual instead of the Wedding and unlock that in the postgame so I can marry a tsundere cat boy without anyone else asking first? MAYBE SO.

[yubsie]

Things We Do Not Know About Tionne:

Her age

Her species

Whether she had a last name prior to marrying Kam Solusar

Things We Do Know About Tionne:

She is not particularly strong in the Force

She wrote a song for Jaina’s graduation

Things That Should Surprise No One About Tionne:

I love her

[rabbitofnegativeeuphoria]

Turning up at 10.30 for an 11.45 train is a new personal best for me.

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[yeyinde]

thinking about Simon who just gets out of prison for murder after he's been locked up since he was 18, and starts working at a slaughterhouse for his parole. a big, scary dog who has bloodstains all over him, permanently crusted in the crease of his nails because he prefers field dressing over dragging the carcass inside the shop. who always smells of iron and sweat, and looms over you like he was trying to keep everyone else from looking at you. possessive, but you only know him from rumours and blog posts. his stare, the intense, hungry way he looks at you always gives you the creeps.

he's bad news. and he tries to woo you by feeding you meat from the animals he butchered (getting angry whenever you buy cuts from someone else), and won't go away even when you tell him to leave you alone. you've heard the rumours. read the news articles. nothing about this man is any good—

but he won't, of course. the thing about prison is that you need to hold onto the things that you have and take the stuff that you don't. a sort of cutthroat survival that has raised him better than his own mother. so, when he finds you (something he doesn't have, but wants), it's just in his nature to take.

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[bananonbinary]

jfc i just saw a "morally grey girlboss" poll and mabel pines was one of the contenders. she's not morally grey she's not a girlboss she's 12 and never makes a single moral decision that's worse than "you have stuff going on but i'm focused on my own problems" what are you fucking talking about

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...