#but didn't have the inspiration to finish it at the time

[flamingpudding]

do you still take requests? if you do can you write your take on this idea https://www.tumblr.com/ilydana/746501696852819968/cloneclonedbatman?source=share

Thanks for the Ask! That's is an interesting one!

Also as long as I can write something to it I don't mind getting requests, if I can't I will let people know if I can. So no worries about that K?

Out of courtesy and because I believe its is the right thing to do here the Link and a Tag to the original writer @ilydana I hope you don't mind that I am taking inspiration from you for this.

Also I don't know Conners Timeline well and I like to base my writings on the Wayne Family Adventures settings so.... yea sorry if I got some facts wrong....

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Clone double Wamy

Thinks were never easy for the Waynes, Bruce realised that when he sat in the meeting room. Usually he would have confronted his best friend in a more private setting, like when it was just the two of them or only Diana with them. But his best friend had been grating on his nerves with this for a while now. Bruce had honestly believed Clark had gotten better with the whole Clone thing but apparently he hadn't.

"All I am saying is that Conner is a person and to stop referring to him as 'it'." Bruce wasn't sure what had this brought on but maybe it was also having listened to his own kids rants about the way Conner had been and sometimes still was treated by Clark. Usually when someone called his friend out on it he would laugh awkwardly and say it was a slip of the tongue. That he still wasn't completely used to the idea of having a clone.

It's been years and Bruce wasn't buying that excuse anymore.

Well his persistent nagging had now caused this petty fight in front of everyone. He knew his children present, Dick and Tim, would have his back as well as most of their friends. But he also knew that those that prefer to keep the peace would try to argue in Clarks favor to sweep this hole problem under the rug once more.

"You don't get what it is like to be cloned or how long it takes to get used to it!"

His eye twitched under his cowl, he could also feel his kids tense up, especially Tim. His entire family had expirence when it came to cloning. The number of labs from the LoA they had shut down and destroyed was a testament to it. But there was one thing his entire Family aside from Alfred didn't know either.

"I actually do."

He stated calmly watching Clarks reaction as he stared unwaveringly at his best friend. He could see the colour drain, the paling and the pure look of disbelief he was getting, while Nightwing and Red Robin stood up to stand behind him with crossed arms. They probably thought he was referencing the time they had to fight Damian's Clones that sadly couldn't be saved like Conner had been.

"What do you....?" His best friend started but wasn't able to finish his question as Bruce decided to rip the bandaid off.

"The original Bruce Wayne died before he even was one month old. My parents, unable to cope with the loss cloned the baby with the help of a pair of scientist from Illinois." If the situation was different he might have laughed into the faces the people around him were making, not very Batman like of him but it was kind of funny. Still he was thankful for the comforting hand his son, Dick, placed on his shoulder or the way his other son, Tim inched closer protectively like. These two while probably shocked still stood by his side.

"And i was not the only clone that resulted from my parents original grief."

He left it at that as he stood and left the meeting without any further explanation. Bruce had made his point clear, now the ball was in his friends court. He was thankful that his kids followed him out as he went straight to the Zeta-Tubes to return to the Batcave. He knew his kids had questions for him, but he was not willing to answer them in front of the other heroes and thankfully his kids knew that that. So they silently followed him until they were back to the cave.

"B?" Dick asked tentatively once they were back in the came.

"It is as simply as I stated. My parents grieved the loss of their original son and unable to cope they cloned their own child with the help of a pair of scientist." He reiterated his earlier statement not looking at the two at first. For a brief moment he was thankful his other kids were out and about busy with other things.

"A pair of scientists?" Tim propped further and Bruce sighed wondering how much he should tell or if he could keep some things secret.

"Family actually. Estranged but they were... are family." He nodded. "The Fentons. Jack Fenton was my fathers cousin. Because of his field of research he got estranged from the family, not fitting into the perfect image my great grandparents had in mind for the Waynes originally. My father contacted him for help regarding the cloning back then."

"You said you weren't the only one?" He gave Tim a small smile, it was just like him to catch on to the small details and focus his questions on that.

"I didn't know until many years later when my parents died." He smiled a little remembering back to his training with Lady Gotham and how she asked him if he had siblings and then proceeded to introduce him to his clone twin. Ever since then Danny had become quite the fixture in his life, a reconnected family member. Though they had needed a lot of help when it came to actually speaking with each other but that thankfully Danny's sister Jazz helped.

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he noticed Dick's stare of realisation. "Uncle Danny!"

Bruce just smirked, chuckling lightly as he gave his eldest a slight nod. "Danny."

Dick was the most familiar with Danny having meet the other a couple of times when he was younger and just started out as Robin. Bruce wasn't ashamed to say that Danny and Alfred had been the two he had asked for advice the most when he had taken Dick in back then. Danny had already expirence in raising kids from an even younger age than Bruce had. That their two cousins Dan and Danielle were in a way clones too was however something he would not be telling his kids yet. Frankly it wasn't his place and honestly if Danny hadn't become as comfortable as he had with this fact over the year he wouldn't have outed his clone twin to his kids either.

"So...." Tim started, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "...what now? Not that it will change anything now but uh...."

"Nothing really? I mean if Clark still got a problem then well I guess we don't have a super uncle anymore? But hey maybe we could introduce Uncle Danny to Conner?" Dick shrugged turning to Tim.

"But that would mean we admit to Uncle Danny that B let us in in the secret and that could make things awkward and..."

"Tim you are overthinking! It will be fine!"

Bruce smiled as he watched his two sons start to argue wether or not to introduce Danny to Conner. Well even if they did Danny wouldn't mind it. In fact Bruce had kept his clone twin updated on a lot of things that happened with his work as Batman. One of the reasons was that Danny had started out in the hero business way sooner than Bruce had but also because Danny was his last resort contingency plan against everything.

His twin would probably laugh in their faces and ask why it took them so long to introduce them and then drag his own daughter to meet Conner so they could have some 'clone'-bonding time and knowing Danielle, she was going to drag Dan along and then Bruce himself too. Bruce chuckled at that thought, he also knew that if Clark doesn't clean up his act than Danny would most likely swoop in and adopt Conner right out of under Clarks nose.

Well all he had to say if it came to that was that his best friend wouldn't be able to blame anyone but himself then.

[babsisbakery]

Part of the Aftermath

Lia Walti x fem!reader (part 2 of How far will you take it)

 All Lia could do after reading the letter was to cry. She has never been such a big mess. She was full on sobbing her soul out. It didn't take her long to realise her mistakes, all the times she mistreated you. Every memory with you replayed in her mind. If only she had cherished them instead of taking you for granted. Some part of her consciousness told her, it doesn't matter you will stay with her anyways. That you wouldn't be able to live without her. That your life circled around her, and to some extent it was true. That she could toy as much with you as she pleased and you would run along with it. Was this the devil on her shoulder, who didn't have her best interests in mind? Or was this her ego and narcissism speaking? How was she so blind to your suffering? Well there is a simple answer to the last question, you were brilliant in adapting to people and their energy. But you also could hide your emotions and switch from sad to seemingly happy in an instant. You yourself couldn't differentiate between fake and real smiles anymore. When you were alone, it switched back to your real emotion. To the fatigue brewing in your heart and stomach of pretending. 

The tragedy of it all, always behaving as someone you aren't. It took a toll on you. Additionally Lia’s game of cat and mouse wore you incredibly out. Late nights up, crying in bed, quietly, while Lia lays next to you. She never noticed, she probably didn't care either. But you would have done anything to make your girlfriend gleeful. It showed. You sacrificed yourself in the process. Lia enjoyed your company, your devotion without giving the same in return. It's how she thought you'd like it. Let's be real, she didn't truly believe that nonsense. But with this mindset she could sleep without a worry at night, to not stay awake as you do. She didn't have to face reality in a way, she took a liking to having an idyllic life, at least for her it portrayed as such. But the colours of the painting began to fade, turning into greyish tones, the livelihood of it seemed to cease. 

Lia had sucked the real person out of you. You didn't stop her until your best friend joined the club and talked some sense into you. At first you didn't listen, well until Lia reached the end of your patience. The last argument was a huge deal for you but Lia waved you off. “I don't want to talk anymore. We will talk later.” But later never comes as we know. She disappeared on you for three days. Didn’t return home. Her actions inspired you to write the letter and camp at your bestie's house. Because only fools stick around when the love is all gone. The love appeared to have vanished into thin air. Puff and it was gone. However love can't  just vanish out of nowhere, it took its sweet time torturing you. The tortured poets department would have hired you immediately. Making you look like a joke. And Lia was the clown who told it. Forming the joke to her benefit, stretching it out, prolonging the inevitable: finishing the joke and being done with it. But she wasn't done with you per say. Deep in her heart she sensed longing for you, she got a taste of her own medicine when arriving at an empty home. Not seeing you at training spurred questions to arise. She worried about your well being, which was something new or at least so it seemed.

The sorrow of potentially losing you forever overtook her. With each passing moment the wheels in her head kept turning, trying to figure out what to do, she still had a chance to make it alright, to fix her miserable life. Most importantly to fix her relationship. To fix your broken heart, to make amends with you. To ask for your forgiveness and start a new era. An era of commitment and unwavering love. To love you the right way. Simultaneously to be the girlfriend you deserve and the better person she can be because of you. The question is will Lia convince you to stay or will she set you free to be at peace? Which path will she choose?...

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim Ruler of worlds

In my head i think that the brucequest was way faster in this AU, when he realized that no one believed him about Bruce being alive Tim felt hopeless for half an hour before he remembered that he has a lot of planets under his rule and surely someone there could help him.

the only reason it took a month to get a team ready, was that there needed to be a competition for the honor of being on a team working directly under red robin, despite the time it took it was a great festival for his planets and a boost to tourism and trade, so Tim didn't complain.

Thanks to that + an spaceship, the Brucequest was over in less than a month, before Ra's even noticed that something was happening Tim was done.

but i'm not sure if i remember right but i think that in canon by the time Tim ends his quest the league had also realized that Bruce was alive, so here the only reason Tim ends up CEO of WI despite speedrunning the Brucequest is because the JL still didn't do anything even with a step-by-step slideshow on how to save Bruce, Tim is pissed but he has other things to do, so he just decides to try again later, but the one who is really pissed is Bruce when he discovers he could have been saved months earlier, but not a single person of the JL bothered to watch Tim's slideshow.

Also i called Tim red robin in this but i'm not sure if Tim would even be red robin in this AU, because having planets do competitions for the honor of working with you is very good for a person's confidence, i'm thinking that he was heading for a depressive spiral before the competition, but then seeing all the monuments the people of his planets built in his honor, the good he did for those planets, and the love they have for him as leader, really helped him grieve for his friends, rest a bit from all the stress from home and find hope in himself as more than robin, i think at this point since he's no longer Robin he reveals himself as Tim Drake for his subjects, the competion/festival lasts even longer because of that.

Also it really says something about Tim and his family that he considers ruling a multi-planetary empire more relaxing than being at home.

Oof! This has a great mixture of fix-it, fluff, and angst. You're right that maybe Tim would utilize the resources he has as a planetary ruler to aid him in the BruceQuest. Perhaps one of the reasons the JL refused to listen to Tim is because he managed to finish the BQ so quickly and refused to list his resources. I'm not sure exactly why, but perhaps this meant they didn't quite trust the info (not to mention all of the rumors of Tim not being mentally stable).

I'm not sure if Tim would release his civilian identity to these planets. However, I could see him creating an identity just for the plants to have a name to call him. He considers it like a royalty name or something. I do agree that with this AU, it makes sense for Tim to never take up the Red Robin mantle. I like Cardinal for him, but maybe he gets inspired by some myth by the planets.

A really funny and cool take would be the different planets having a prophecy about the hero that unites their planets and bring them prosperity. They start referring to Tim by this name (out of appreciation, love, and admiration). After repeatedly being referred to by this mantle, he decides to make it his vigilante name as well. I don't know what the name would be. Perhaps it means a significant amount in the aliens' language and gets roughly translated to English for Tim to use (like Superman's "S").

Honestly, Patron could also be a cool name for him.

[orange-orchard-system]

I know I have lofty goals for plural acceptance and, more generally, plural activism in the future. I want it to be known that I acknowledge these goals are lofty, that they may take much longer than I hope for, and that I might not be able to accomplish what I personally set out to do.

I also want it to be known that I still believe this future can be accomplished, and that this is because I know the part that I can play in making this future come true.

I can't snap my fingers and solve every problem in the world. But I can work on problems; make them easier for others to solve or do my part so we can solve them together. I'm not about to lead some kind of revolution, but I can inspire and make change in the places available to me.

I can, and already do, help people both online and offline to discover their plurality in as painless a process as possible. I can, and already do, promote plural representation and encourage the creation of even more. I can, and already do, reach out to educators to tell them about plurality when I think they might be interested in it, and could include it in their lessons. I can, and already do, engage in discussions about plurality and research on it, so that myselves and others can better understand it. I can, and already do, correct misconceptions and inform people when they're talking about plurality without realizing it. I can, and already do, look into what options are available for creating a system space irl near me. I can, and already do, carve out places online for systems and plurals to come together, talk with each other, share their experiences, and more. I can, and already do, answer people's questions, assuage people's fears, and help people make peace with plurality – if not their own, then the general existence of it.

I have ADHD, which for me, means I understand very well that not every single one of my plans or goals will be fulfilled to the extent I hope them to be when I first create them. It comes with the difficulty in judging my energy, abilities, and time, as well as just finishing projects in general. And I've made my peace with that, because the secret is that not every plan needs to reach that finish line. Not everything I do needs to have a clear-cut finish to it. It just needs to make an impact. That's my ultimate goal – to make a positive impact. I can cut my losses with a plan that didn't work out, so long as some work was done with it.

A plural future will come piece by piece by piece. Inch by inch. Two steps forward, one step back, sometimes. We may not be able to do everything, but we can do something, and that is something to be proud of.

If you want to do something, I believe in your ability to do it. Even if it's just giving yourself the room to breathe and be yourself, you can make a positive impact on the world (after all, you, too, are a part of this world – and of a plural future). So, let's keep our goals lofty and keep on going, step by step together.

[archivalofsins]

I'm so late but- I can't believe they just made Amane bad at math canon?!

This was inspired by a conversation I was having with a friend for the most part. Didn't want to get too carried away but love the subtle changes in the minigrams and how they play on the timelines.

That's a D, and even though that's an average percentage in Japan, there's a chance it's not meant to be read that way. Like it can still be average. Average grades are fine but like the difference between this and the timelibe interests Mr.

Because this Minigram comes directly off of the last one with Shidou. A minigram that they also took some creative liberties with for comedic reasons. Yet that one ended with Amane searching for a new teacher not going to find Kotoko like in the original timeline interaction,

20/06/13

Amane: ……what’s wrong, Shidou-san? Your hand has stopped marking. This is mathematics, so there’s no questions about the answers. If I got something wrong, please mark it with an X.

Shidou: I…… I just don’t understand. If everything about MILGRAM is true…… why did a child like you have to become a murderer? Just imagining what sort of circumstances must have led to that, it makes me so sad……

Amane: ……*sigh*. Is that right. I don’t think I’m going to get along with you, Shidou-san. I don’t agree with the fact you refuse to acknowledge that I have my own free will, and that I should be held accountable for my actions, just because I’m a child. I may have only been alive for 12 years, but all the choices I’ve made, even if they weren’t the best ones, were entirely my own. What point is there in you getting sad when I have no regrets myself? ……please give me back my test. It seems you don’t have the concentration levels required to be my teacher. I’m going to get Kotoko-san to teach me instead.

Shidou: Amane…… I don’t think that’s true. However smart you may be…… you’re still just a child.

In the original timeline convo Shidou states the things he was thinking in the minigram aloud causing Amane to leave. In the Minigram Amane is just left baffled and confused as Shidou seems to fail to understand what her test even says and leaves on her own.

Like we said before, she doesn't state she's looking for Kotoko, just a teacher who seems capable. She immediately disregards Futa as an option. Something also done for comedic purposes.

So the test Amane gives Kotoko to grade in this Minigram is still the mathematics one. Unlike in the portal timeline when the interaction between her and Kotoko is several days after her one with Shidou,

20/06/18

Amane: Thank you very much for teaching me. ……but, though I realise it’s strange me saying this after I asked you, I must admit it’s kind of unexpected. You give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in things like this.

Kotoko: ……well, you’re not wrong. I’m surrounded by people who could all be murderers, so I don’t plan on going out of my way to talk and make friends. I can’t let my guard down. But I like ambitious people like you. If you want to study more, then I’m happy to teach.

Amane: I see…… You look scary at first impression, but I quite like the way you treat everyone equally regardless of whether they’re older or younger than you. You don’t just treat me like a child or anything like that.

Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that. There, I’ve finished marking. 83%. How do I put it… Even though you act like this, it’s not like you’re super brilliant at studying or anything, huh.

In contrast to the timelibe interactions that happeb a good bit away from each other, the Minigram is more meant to document her starting out bring tutored by Kotoko. Not her falling out with tutors like we see in the timeline. This right here is all about timing.

First, do you notice how in the minigram they stay away from the treat you like a child conversation entirely? Only focusing on how Kotoko likes ambitious people like Amane, the grades, and the need to improve them in this area. That's a stark difference from the original timeline.

Plus, notice how the timeline has Mikoto and Kazui there. Two people she asks for help at different points in the timeline. Well, more so take note of how this minigram uses Mikoto specifically. The Minigram uses him to emphasize and announce to everyone that right now, this isn't about language.

The topic that he and Amane excel in or have a good grasp of,

Q.01 What’s your speciality skill?

Amane: I don’t think I have a particular skill. Would studying count? I’m good at Japanese language.

It's about math. It's still about the math test from the previous Minigram. You know what's not the timeline interaction that takes place five days after she did that test and ended the conversation stating she was going to Kotoko. From how Kotoko and Amane are speaking in the June 18th timeline, it's implied she's been helping her for a minute. She's probably been helping her since what occurred on the 13th with Shidou.

Does anyone here think it would take Kotoko five days to grade a math test? No probably not. So she's more than likely grading a different exam all together.

I believe Kotoko's wording is important in this timeline. Because she says, "Even though you act like this, it's not like you're super brilliant at studying or anything, huh?"

What about the way Amane behaves would imply she'd be good at math or studying?

They even change this in the minigram instead having Kotoko state,

"How do I say this... For the way you act, you aren't a good student, are you..."

Along with the visual, which implies that Kotoko isn't just saying this based of Amane's grade but how Amane reacted to it. She wasn't surorised or upset in fact she seemed like she expected it.

In the timeline, while Kotoko still attempts to find the right words, she's more matter of fact. Even though it's still a question she flat out forgoes saying she's not a good student and states she's not brilliant at studying or anything. Just point blank you're not amazing at this.

If the thing she was discussing here was in fact Japanese language, the thing that Amane says she's good at. That would hurt a lot more than saying it about math something she doesn't state she's good at it. Plus it's be easy to assume she's excel at that based on how she speaks or being like that.

So yeah, that's why I think this is probably a case of two different things being graded. Not her grade being changed. I want to hope for a part three since she took note of what Mikoto said about being able to help with debate and discussion, but who knows.

[stardewlily]

Bubbles

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. A sweet little one-shot that falls between chapters four and five of my longfic, My Everlasting Light.

Notes: Thanks to @krobusfan for giving me the inspiration for this story with their lovely art!

Synopsis: A silly little gift from Sam opens Seb's heart to new hope

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Sam

Contents: Friendship, Developing Relationship, Pining, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

Sebastian glared at the cigarette he'd just lit and let out an annoyed huff.

"Ah shit!" He stubbed it out on the heel of his sneaker. "It's such a bad fucking habit, I'm doing it without even thinking!"

"What's up, dude?" Sam said breezily as he ferreted around in his coat pocket. They had just finished band practise for the day and were having their usual break outside before parting ways. "You're normally happily puffing away by now."

Seb muttered angrily under his breath. "Yeah, well, I'm quitting, okay?"

Sam looked up, finally seeming to have found what he was looking for. "Quitting? How come?"

"I've got my reasons…"

Sam grinned slyly. "Lily doesn't like it, huh?"

Sebastian flushed. "No, I just figured it's about time I stopped. It's not good for me."

"Whatever you say…"

Seb felt his face glow even more uncomfortably and tried to stop his hand from automatically reaching for his cigarette packet again.

"It's just, you've been spending so much time with her lately… and, well…"

"She hurt her ankle, dude, she needs help! I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't lend her a hand, would I?"

"Okay, okay…" Sam started shaking something and Seb peered over curiously.

"What have you got there anyway?"

Sam's eyes twinkled. "Watch…" he turned away for a moment and Seb could see him fiddling with something, then a stream of bubbles rose slowly into the air.

"What the…?" Seb's eyes widened. "Bubbles?"

Sam laughed and turned back, pursing his lips to blow through the little plastic wand he'd pulled from the bottle he held in his hand. "Cool, huh?" He puffed more purposefully, growing a bubble of almost impossible proportions before letting it sail silently away. "Haha, remember how we used to do this all the time when we were kids?"

"Yeah… I remember." It seemed like such a long time ago now. Another lifetime. It was one of the reasons he'd started smoking, almost like he was sticking two fingers up at the childhood that had hurt him so much.

"You want a go?" Sam raised a playful eyebrow.

"Ah, I'd feel stupid."

He did want a go. He really did. Dammit, was that another cigarette in his fingers? When had he even…?

Sam smiled knowingly. "Here ya go, dude." He shoved the wand back in the bottle and handed it over. "It's yours, I got plenty more. Pierre's selling them by the boatload and Vinnie's busy buying out his entire stock!"

For a long moment Seb just stared at his friend's outstretched hand, not sure he was allowed to own something like this.

"Go on, man, you might like it. Think of it as addiction therapy, every time you wanna light up, blow some bubbles instead!"

"Okay," he threw his cigarette away and took the proffered item. "Thanks, Sam."

Sebastian sat on the steps leading up to Lily's porch, restlessly twisting the bottle Sam had given him between his fingers. He should be knocking at her door, starting his afternoon of work on her farm, but, for some reason, all he could do instead was stare at this stupid bottle, tears pricking suspiciously at his eyes.

Why the hell had he even accepted it? Blowing bubbles was just for kids and he hadn't been a kid for a long time. Wasn't sure he'd really been one even when he was. His hand itched to reach for his cigarettes again and he cursed himself for buying them that morning. He'd thrown all his others away when Lily had hurt herself so badly to get him the frozen tear he now wore around his neck, yet his dumb ass had still picked some up on his way to Sam's, just as he'd always done every day for Yoba knew how long.

He cursed again. The tear. Lily. Both so precious to him. More than he could ever admit.

This time he did reach for the packet. He pulled it out, threw it on the steps and ground it angrily underfoot.

The door behind him opened, he jumped guiltily and turned to see Lily hobbling her way out onto the porch, her little black cat, Nyx, scampering at her heels.

He shot immediately to his feet, alarmed by her limping when she should be resting, caught in the same agony of conflicting emotions he always felt on seeing her.

"Lily! You shouldn't be walking on that ankle yet!"

She smiled apologetically at him, the look on her pretty face making him want to cry. Ah shit. What the hell was wrong with him? First he was nearly blubbing over a bottle of bubble mix and now this?

"I'm sorry, Sebby," she sat on the steps with a little sigh. "I just thought I heard you, that's all."

He echoed her sigh and sat back down next to her. "Yeah, I'm sorry I'm a bit late. I was at band practise with Sam."

"That's okay," her voice was sweet and gentle. It always made him feel so… so…. "I know you have others things to do beside help me on the farm!"

His gaze shot up. "None of that is more important than you!"

Agh, what was he saying? His face blazed. His heart tried to beat its way out of his chest in shame.

"Ah… um… I mean…" his gaze fell to the ground again.

"What's that you have there?"

His entire body jerked. Had she seen the cigarettes? How could she not? They were an obvious, mushed mess on the ground. He'd told her only the other day he was quitting. What would she think of him?

He forced himself to look up.

"Sebby…" Oh Yoba, her eyes were so soft, so beautiful. "Is that bubble mix?"

His heartbeat slowed, his muscles relaxed. She wasn't judging him, she never did, never had. Not his Lily. Never his Lily.

"Can I have a go?" she asked shyly.

Of course she could. He handed the bottle over wordlessly, completely unable to tear his gaze away from her. He would give her anything. Had felt this way ever since he met her. Ever since they became friends. Ever since he had found himself wanting more.

Nyx climbed into her lap as she took off the lid, patting playfully at the wand, and Lily giggled as she lifted it to her lips and blew. Sebastian watched, entranced, as a stream of iridescent bubbles rose into the air, causing fresh delight in her pet who leapt up to chase them only to fall back with a look of utter feline surprise at the soapy pop that quickly followed.

"Oh Nyx!" Lily's laughter pealed out as Nyx hopped and meowed indignantly, scrubbing frantically at her nose with her paw. "But I just know you'll chase the next one anyway!"

More bubbles flew out and Sebastian couldn't help but laugh too as the little cat did exactly as Lily had predicted.

And then he stared, just stared, at the scene in front of him, not realising that the haze he looked through was the tears he was too afraid to shed.

The woman he had come to love, surrounded by bubbles, hazel eyes sparkling, auburn hair waving in the fragrant spring breeze, the sweet sound of her laughter reminding him of a time in his childhood he had almost forgotten, reminding him that it was never gone, never too late, the beauty he had thought forever lacking in his life was right there, right in front of him.

He just had to summon the courage to take it.

~The End~

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

[0hmanit]

Whats your art process like? You’re one of my biggest inspirations and I would love to understand how you work! also hi :]

Thank you so much! I believe I answered a similar question in this ask, and show you here some examples as well.

As for background art the sketching part is the shortest since it consists of simple shapes and blocks, it helps me to visualize the landscape as a whole without wasting time on the minor details which I do later. From time to time there are parts of the drawing that I'd like to highlight so I write it down or effortlessly scribble it.

And sometimes I just don't feel like planning ahead at all! like in this drawing^ I did sketch some of the middle ground as you see, but I didn't have an idea in mind of the final outcome, so I continued to render and experiment to see what fits best, and I enjoyed it very much as well! This whole sketchy style originally started as an experimental style I used to draw frames from the DP trailer, and the process evolved through time the further I kept using it. So it's only fair to let it evolve and change even with a bunch of rules in mind. It's hard for me to describe my process, There are times I have a clear vision of the scene I want to draw and so I just need to go through the rendering phases. And the other times I look at a blank canvas, an hour and a half of mindlessly drawing passes and boom, a drawing is finished. Being an artist is truly an amusing experience.

[castielific]

20 questions for fic writers

How many works do you have on A03? 25

What's your total word count? 454 434 words

What fandoms do you write for? Supernatural. My first english fics were about Teen Wolf. Before that, I wrote in french about House MD and Stargate Sg1.

Top 5 fics by kudos:

Baby One More Time (sterek): 4 142 kudos

Carry You Home (sterek): 2 157 kudos

Fancy and the Tramp (destiel): 1 147 kudos

But she's the Devil in Disguise (sterek): 1 030 kudos

Grace my Soul (destiel): 891 kudos

Do you respond to comments?

Not all of them. Mostly because sometimes I'm not sure how to respond and feel ridiculous saying the same thing again and again. I appreciate them all though. They all make me so happy and I'm grateful to those who takes the time to leave one. They always make my day.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Like Clipped Petunias (destiel). This is my darkest fic. I've had people telling me they had PTSD from it. The end is really angsty and horrifying. It was not supposed to end this way, but this is where the story took me. In the end, I think it fits.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Grace my Soul (destiel) comes to mind. Baby Jimmy is such a delight and the last chapter of that fic is my favorite one.

Do you get hate on fics?

I don't remember ever getting any. I did have a few problems with people stealing my stories or posting them elsewhere. In the past, I also had a few stalkers/stans sending messages that creeped me out (especially for my french fics).

Do you write smut?

Yes! I didn't used to for Teen Wolf, but I've realized that fic with a higher rating tends to get more views (which I get because I rarely read pg13 or under myself), so I started writing it. I both love and hate writing those parts. It always feels kind of awkward to share those imageries, I'm never sure what words to use or how far I should go.

Craziest crossover?

I have a WIP that was a Psych/Teen Wolf crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. More than once. I've had a few cases of people putting their own name on my stories, but mostly people repost it without my consent on other websites such as wattpad. Ao3 is the only place I post, so if you see one of my story elsewhere, it's been stolen. Please warn me if you do.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It's such an amazing thing to think about! I have had translations in spanish, russian and chinese.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Once or twice. To be honest, I think I'm too OCD for it to work, I want it exactly as I want it lol. Help from betareaders is precious though, sometimes they write a couple paragraphs for me, or help me reformulate some things better, or just brainstorm the stoyline with me and give me brillant ideas. Fics are always better with some help.

All-time favorite ship? Destiel forever bb

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Frozen Inside (sterek) is the only WIP I've ever posted. I feel terribly guilty about it because it's been more than half a decade now and people are still asking me for a sequel. Sometimes I read it over and try, but it's just...done. Thankfully, the last chapter could be taken as a end. Kind of. God, I feel awful and I'm so sorry.

I also have tons of unpublished wip that are nearly over. I wish I'll be able to end them, because there are some stories I really really like.

What are your writing strengths?

Hyperfocus. My best stories come out that way. I'll write fifty thousand words in two days or not at all. Sadly, I can't control it. Inspiration also tend to come at the exact moment I can't possibly write, which is sooo frustrating.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description and world building. I tend to focus too much on the action and dialogues, but forget to tell about where they are and when. I let readers fill the blank way too often, which is something I really need to work on. I've been trying to rewrite some of my fics into original stories and that made it very obvious to me.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

It depends. Sometimes the translation is in the end note and it can put me out of the story, especially if it's an important part of the dialogue. If it's just a few words or if it's done in a way you understand it anyway, it can be beautiful!

First fandom you ever wrote in? Stargate SG1.

Favorite fic you've written?

The Guy Next Door (destiel), I think. I laughed, I cried, I squealed, I facepalmed. I must have looked like a maniac writing that story. Castiel was very fun to write for that one. Dean...I wanted to slap Dean so many times while I wrote. I had no control over him, I swear, he kept on being an idiot and made me scream at my screen.

I was surprised earlier, that this fic is not in the top five stories because it's one of my personal favorite.

This exercise was very fun to do. I won't tag anyone, if you feel like doing it, just do it, I'm curious to read about all of you!

[lonicera-caprifolium]

an early morning with your beloved 💕

[chronurgy]

Playing a Durge romancing Gale adds some fun dimensions to his post-coronation reaction I think. There could easily an element of jealousy in his reaction, watching your partner get drawn in by this very charismatic stranger who they clearly have a past with, which could also play into his self esteem issues - sure, he's a bad guy, but why would they pick you over him, really? Then combine that with an uncomfortable moment of self awareness, namely that his goals and Gortash's goals are basically the same and that there are a fair few other similarities between the two of them. Which means that Durge has a type: charming, dark haired men who want to be gods. Or does it mean that you're just the closest substitute for him?

[forcedhesitation]

*wheeze* slowly, but surely, working on art of them all

[syrasenturi]

Amphibia ended a year ago and I still haven't recovered

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

So I was literally just telling my friends about how excited I was for this newsletter that I assumed was going to drop tomorrow morning, and when I got home an hour later and refreshed my email I saw the newsletter and I got to hyped. OMG. the world is wonderful

[keikaru]

halfway down to KO - TWST (Deuce Spade)

In which Deuce is a regular for an underground fighting ring.

Underground Fighting AU

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With all the entry fees funneled in by spectators and betting pools, fights were the quickest way to pay bills.

It was incentive enough to keep Deuce addicted to the ring.

By the time his manager finished introductions, Deuce peeled off his letterman and ceremoniously tossed it aside.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins like wildfire as the hot, bright lights from above shone on him. To others, fights were cheap entertainment. To Deuce, however, this was the perfect excuse to blow off steam and make money.

Once the audience started chanting his moniker, his manager grinned and bowed away from the stage. The floodlights switched off row by row until Deuce and his opponent were the only ones illuminated by the harsh whiteness.

Standing center stage, the entire ring glowed for them. 

Deuce tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and observed his opponent. Floyd, Deuce vaguely recalled, as he watched his opponent wrap his knuckles with a white strip of cloth. Floyd wore a gray tank and pushed back his teal hair to reveal a devilish grin on his face.  

Slowly, Floyd dropped into a defensive position.

Deuce grinned. Knees bent, feet apart. Hands poised, he mirrored a fighting stance.

They exchanged pleasantries and obscenities. With slow steps, they circled each other.

Silence eclipsed the arena as the atmosphere grew taut. With all eyes focused on him, the ring was just another stage, another platform, another space to carve his name into infamy.

From far away, he heard a tinny echo bounce across the chipped, gray walls.  

“Three, two, one—fight!”

It was nothing personal when Deuce pummeled into his opponent. A volley of jabs and uppercuts stunned the other man. When Deuce made the mistake of easing up, a sharp blow connected to his face. 

He staggered back, jarred by the hit. 

As he recovered, he swiftly blocked the burst of punches with his forearms. Deuce absorbed the blows, aware of the bruises that would form by tomorrow. But tomorrow only existed when he won this match. He knew he would win.  

Because victory either ended with him or nothing at all. 

It was nothing personal when Deuce received another hit to the face. He stumbled back. The pain sharpened his senses, reminding him why he fought back. Why he participated in the underground ring, and why his shirts always matched the color swatches of bruises.

Because, if he didn’t fight back, he wouldn’t have a place to call home anymore.

Ah. 

That was why he fought. 

He fought not because of thrills or pride. 

To have a roof over their heads and warm food on the table, he fought with all he had to make sure his mom had a place to sleep at night. He didn’t care if he was out on the streets, if rain battered him while he begged for a part-time job—or anything really—to pay rent. He wanted to protect his mom because he knew she deserved better. 

It also wasn’t her fault that he turned out this way. He willfully chose this path, of bloodied fists and a bruised body, because he was good at it. He didn’t like it, but that didn’t matter because it paid the bills. 

To protect all that he had—he negotiated with his fists.

A sharp metallic scent filled his nostrils when something collided with his face. 

“Ooooh,” the crowd collectively went. 

Another grin curled onto his lips. Deuce underestimated his opponent. Warm up time was over. 

He ignored the blood dripping down his shirt and grinned.

Idle thoughts paid a price.

[echoes-of-realities]

i wanna tell you that i’m different (all that time in love was well spent)

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[ao3] 

[part i]

Title: i wanna tell you that i’m different (all that time in love was well spent)

Rating: General

Word Count: 13,905

Summary: Ava always suspected that God was a dick, but she’s not as happy to be proven right as she thought she would be.

For one, she’s in pain. Like, a lot of pain.

For another, Beatrice is on one side of the Arc and Ava is on the other. And the Arc is dead.

Ava squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head to the ground, tears mixing with the blood on her face and sliding down her temples. When she opens her eyes, Reya stands above her with a slightly puzzled expression, as if she can’t figure out why Ava is crying in her perfect little realm. “Hello, Ava,” she says, “Welcome to your new home.”

Ava resists the urge to punch the serene smile off her perfect little face.

Home is a tiny apartment in a nowhere town somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Home is a busy bar and a virgin Cuba libre in her hands. Home is a light hand on her back and sleepy lips against her forehead. Home is a small bed warmed by the steady press of Beatrice’s body beside her.

Home is not here.

But Ava is.

And here she has to stay.

Or: Ava, in the aftermath.

[chiimeraangel]

it's coming up on that time of year where I rewatch Samurai Jack in its entirety...