#it was nano! oops

[dailynano]

day 10

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 14

[AO3]

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Bruce was going to regret coming to the watchtower today, he could tell. He could already feel the headache coming on.

"Okay, okay, next round! Fuck, marry, kill, billionaires who aren't total assholes! Michael Holt, Simon Stagg, and Bruce Wayne, I'll go first!"

Today's meeting was listed as team bonding. Playing preteen girl games was not what he'd had in mind.

"Oh you know I have to go with fuck Bruce Wayne, I mean, have you seen that man? He makes himbo look hot—"

Dick's not-so-silent laughter from his spot next to Bruce was not helping things in the least. If he didn't love his son as much as he did, and if he wasn't 100% sure Cass and Damian would murder him in his sleep if he did, he would have silenced his oldest one way or another after the third time he nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard.

"I'd have to say fuck Holt, marry Wayne, and kill Stagg, Lois would kill me if I said otherwise," Clark answered thoughtfully, though the smirk he was failing to hide bellied his amusement at the entire situation.

I should have kept the lead lining in the cowl, Bruce thought darkly as he fought not to glare at the Man of Steel while Dick finally succeeded in falling off his chair. The rest of the League, sadly, were already used to Nightwing's eccentricities and gamely continued on as they were.

"—marry Bruce Wayne so I can seduce his fortune from him—"

The Dark Knight had to exercise his iron self control to keep himself from groaning out loud at that comment. Please, for the love of Alfred, will someone pick to kill me?

"I honestly can't decide if I'd want to fuck Brucie or marry him more, they both have their advantages—"

Finally, it was his son's turn, and Bruce's dread grew by leaps and bounds. He knew that grin. He knew Dick was a full grown adult, but the urge to ground him had never been so strong and the younger man hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

"For reasons I will not be disclosing at this time but might possibly include the nickname potentials, I would fuck Mike, marry Brucie, and kill Simon. Thank you for coming to my TED talk!"

And then it was his turn. Bruce shot his son a Look, before turning to the rest of the League. Pretty much everyone else had gone already, and the urge to decline participating in this round was strong, very strong, but then Hal Jordan opened his mouth and issued a challenge. And if there was one thing raising so many kids had instilled in him, it was the inability to back down from a challenge.

"So, tall, dark, and scary, what'll it be? Are you going to marry Bruce Wayne so he can fund all of your sick gadgets, seduce his money from him like Plastic Man? Maybe you'll be a gentle lover to him like Aquaman here. Or maybe Brucie is the one person in the world you break your code for. Come on, what d'ya got for us?"

And Bruce—Bruce thinks about it. It's been years since he first joined the League, he's gone on countless missions with these men and women, trusted them to watch his son's back when he couldn't, and he finds his decision already made for him. Plus, there's another thing raising so many kids had given him—comedic timing. Discreetly checking to see if Dick was still recording, even after his mishap with the physics of sitting on a chair properly, Bruce turned to stare the Lantern down.

"Jordan, I have no desire to fuck, marry, or kill Bruce Wayne, either literally or figuratively."

Bruce could see the protests forming at the tip of the pilot's tongue. Clark diligently tried to suppress his own laughter while Dick was staring at Bruce in amazed glee. Before Hal could properly express his protests, Bruce reached up and removed his cowl, working his hand through his sweaty hair in annoyance before turning a deadpan look on the man, one eyebrow raised in a pale imitation of Alfred's Look.

"I trust you can understand why?"

As the collective members of the Justice League burst into shocked screeches of denial and protest, with Clark's warm chuckles and Dick's own roaring laughter acting as counterpoints to the background noise, Bruce couldn't help but smirk. He still felt a headache coming on, now from the noise rather than from the meeting itself, but overall, he can't say he regretted how it had turned out.

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So this one came from a pin I saw on Pinterest, which I sadly have not been able to find the original Tumblr thread for, about the League playing fuck, marry, kill with pre-identity-reveal!Bruce lol I read it out loud to my boyfriend, who ended up laughing as hard as I was, and he told me I should write it, so I did! ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^ If anyone wants to send me a link to the original thread so I can link it here, that'd be amazing, cuz I want to properly credit the people who inspired me to write this in the first place (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Also, I feel like I've been saying this a lot recently, but I apologize for not posting yesterday, I had a really long and fun day out with my boyfriend and ended up having neither the time nor the desire to write anything by the time we got back home ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ before he flew out here, I hadn't seen him in a month, and before that, it had been almost a year, so I'm making the most of the time I have with him (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）I don't think that's too much to ask for, but I also feel horrible about not writing and posting as much as I initially wanted to this month. I figure, by explaining myself to y'all, it might make it easier to convince myself it's truly okay to take time for myself and my boyfriend, y'know? 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠ʖ̯⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ that's the hope, anyway lol

Have a good morning/day/night, everyone!

[skitskatdacat63]

And now Fernando in all his historical AUs !!

In order with relevant info: Nandopoleon Alonsoparte(x), King Fernando I(x), Napoleonic Hussar(x)

Again: let me know your favorite <3

[incandescent-creativity]

Today all those memes about writers casually stabbing their characters comes true

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Last Line(s) Tag

tagged by @space-writes, thanks!

I'm tagging @drippingmoon, @oh-no-another-idea, @pertinax--loculos, @celemee, and open tag!

psst here are, as of now, the first lines of Thriving: Dark Matter (book 9)—

The first time ——— sojourned, he immediately experienced a torrential surge of intense euphoria. He emerged from the realm of reality and into a slipstream of time, of space, and his blood ignited and boiled, and a jolt of searing heat detonated in his core. When he could determine that he'd stopped his journey, he panted heavily and his knees buckled. He dropped to the ground and nearly shattered—he was brittle and weak, writhing in pain and ecstasy, and he pried his eyes open to find a familiar forest of thin trees encasing him…the dirt blanketed in snow. But the air was…old. A sensory phenomenon he'd experienced before, with that particular impression, though it was the first time he'd set foot here. His breath came out in rapid tufts of vapor, his flesh stopped burning and his heart rate fell back to normal, and he let himself rest on the frozen ground before he even thought about attempting to get back to his feet.

[nan0-sp1der]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside :]💕💐💛💛

Bridge stood there, the bouquet held securely in both her hands. Over each of the petals, her eyes danced and scanned the folds and drank in the color. She squeezes the flowers were she held them by the stems, the wrapping keeping the bouquet together crinkling between her hands. There's a streak of--... Frankly, it's hard to tell. But she was definitely taking a good long look at the gift.

When was the last time anyone told her those words? The last time she was treated as anything but an emotionless, soulless machine that could take the world's lashes and keep standing like they were nothing more than casualties of being who she is? Did she remember? Well of course she did, she remembers everything. Especially the times she was anything less than a machine. Especially when she was less than capable of being even that.

"... Thank you."

She brings the bouquet a bit closer to her chest as she stares absently into the corner of the room. It's plain to see she's a little conflicted about the gift, but at least she's appreciative of it.

[mydetheturk]

ah fuck let the queue run empty

gonna be random times of the day when i get online and you're getting posts again, sorry lads

[impishtubist]

I don't have anything to offer for Sirius's birthday because I am using NaNoWriMo to write two books (shut up no one look at me) but if anyone wants to come into my inbox and talk about Sirius...... 👀

[spacecat-studio]

NaNoWriMo day 13

so I’ve got 1,651 words so far and the politics got mostly glossed over in favor of Licia having mega-aro+trauma feels over her queerplatonic relationship with Cal, because my natural impulse is always going to be toward character journey, and relationship building, especially the platonic relationships. As much as I love a good romance this mega-aro bitch gets really turned off by the thoughtless amatonormativity of the genre as a whole.

I am also waffling over the presentation of the QP relationships because I feel like people are going to read them as inherently romantic because we have been conditioned by the disneyfied amatonormativity of our media culture to see all dedicated partnerships as inherently romantic, and that’s always gonna annoy the shit out of me. /end grumpy aro rant

[goldenworldsabound]

I felt I had turned a corner with my hand but it seems I've overworked it again and it's not doing so hot today ;;

at least I have spy x family to binge after I finally get up and shower-

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

i'm getting excited for nano because i think my narrator has to be at least a LITTLE bit of an asshole, and that'll be an EXCELLENT palate cleanser from driscoll

[red-signal]

@confused-nanoparticle

me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts

[disrepairhouse]

DISREPAIR_ERROR 422: Episode 1

A World Recovering: Chapter 2

The pizzeria wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary.  An average sized building amongst many other average sized buildings that had slowly cropped back up across the city.  Sturdy in ways only survivors of the Great Apocalypse - as many had come to call it - would build something so simple.  It wasn’t notably rough or notably well-built.  Nothing about its name or logo or even color scheme made it stand out in any particular way, not that there was much in the way of competition to stand out against.  In all ways, the little pizza place was acceptable and wholly unremarkable.  In a pre-apocalypse world, it would have managed but never made waves.

But this was the post-apocalypse world.  It was, like many businesses, one of the only ones standing for quite some distance and even the smallest hint of what was once considered ‘normalcy’ was heavily sought-after and valued.  So even this small, unremarkable pizzeria, with its subpar pizza and limited drink options and lack of arcade games… was incredibly busy and drawing in new attention constantly.

That was how RK discovered it in the first place, as it was a fair bit out of his way and he never would have come across it naturally.  But because of its constant uptick in attention, word of mouth brought it to even the little cul-de-sac house at the end of the broken lane.  And, of course, it was the one other resident on that lane that had brought it up to him, the one that brought a great deal of new, ‘interesting’ things to his attention.  Someone he had long since lost hope of losing ‘interest’ in HIM after finally discovering he was, in fact, a robot.  He wasn’t even sure why she insisted on moving back out to the broken lane in the first place, it was far from the city and the main form of transportation was lost.

But Lynda’s odd life decisions aside, the news about the pizzeria did interest him.  In an odd sort of way it invoked a bit of nostalgia, even to him, to a time before the destruction.  A trip to an arcade, with a grumpy fellow robot and a wide-eyed time traveler.  It gave RK an idea.

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“….”

Disinterest and disbelief spread across the faces staring back at him once they arrived at their destination.  Much like before, years ago, Itara and Metal seemed none-too-pleased with the decision he’d made and much like before, he only responded with satisfied amusement.

“You would.” Metal hissed, turning back towards the building, sizing it up.

“RK, why?” Itara sighed, though her attention flipped constantly back and forth between him and the building.  Even as she turned to face him, her eyes kept drawing back to the entrance, never fully letting it out of her sight.

“It's the first one to pop up around here and I thought we needed to relax a little.”

Once Metal was done sizing it up, he turned back again, “There aren’t even games in this one.  It's just a restaurant.  What’s the point of coming?”  Still, Itara’s attention couldn’t fully remove itself from the pizzeria and even Metal picked up on it after a moment of talking circles with RK.  He waved the other bot’s nonsense away and turned his attention to the tiny time traveler, “What are you so focused on?  There’s nothing in there.”

Itara’s eyes flit between the robots to the restaurant once more before slowly dragging her eyes to the robots and turning her back fully to the entrance to avoid looking at it again.  “Nothing.  I think.”  The uncertainty in her voice only served to draw more attention from the robots.

“What is it, Itara?” RK questioned, crouching down to be eye-level with her.

“I don’t know, nothing, probably,” she explained, her eyes moving to the side before she shook her head and looked up at him, “There’s been a lot of weirdness with our timeline, in general, since I came back.  A lot of… blips here and there.  Inconsistencies.  There’s one here but it's probably nothing.”  She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath, opening them again and looking up to the bots who were staring down at her with concern, “Considering everything that happened over such a long period of time, it's not surprising that our timeline is still a little unstable.  So long as nothing provokes it, it should straighten out with time.”

“What would be considered ‘provoking’ it, exactly?” Metal prodded, eyeing her rather pointedly.

Itara offered a small, sheepish grin in response, shrugging, “I promise to not.”  He gave a small hum of acceptance and she continued, “and, outside of me or Solaris, directly, I don’t think anything else should be able to affect it.  It should be fine.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” RK nodded, standing back up and motioning towards the entrance, “then let’s check this little place out, shall we?”

Metal was less sure but with nothing to add, he instead turned his attention to the pizzeria, itself, checking the time before raising an eyebrow at the other bot, “our inability to eat actual food aside, isn’t it a bit early for pizza?”

It was RK’s turn to give a sheepish grin as he shrugged, “Since this is the only pizzeria for miles, it gets busy.  I don’t think any of us want to be here at peak hours so I thought we’d come at opening, beat the crowds.  Consider it a one time treat for saving the world.”

“And here I thought the excessive brownies, which she has been able to eat quite a bit later than I remember you telling me before, were the ‘one time’ treat for saving the world,” Metal muttered, eyeing the red bot.  Looking away, he continued, counting off his fingers, “The brownies, the late-night snacks, the brand new clothes, the-”  The sudden impact on his arm, though it did no real damage, was enough to stop the list, though Metal was adequately satisfied that his point was put across and grinned back at the oddly silent warbot.  “If I had any concept of this notion, which I do not, I would say you were spoiling her, Metal Knuckles.”

He decided to end his mockery there, for the sole reason of not wanting to really get punched, but the series of angry messages on his inner comms told him everything the other bot’s outer façade did not.  Instead, he turned back towards the pizzeria, ‘sizing it up’ once more, and waved towards it, “In either case, we’ve already come all the way out here.  May as well get the tiny child her morning pizza.”  With that, he led the way to the entrance as a few people and cars began pulling into the almost diminutive parking lot.  The thick foot and car tracks littering the dirt and grass around the building proved the limited space didn’t stop the crowds in any capacity.  They would want to be out of there sooner rather than later.

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[polaris-australis]

every now and again i'm like "okay i'm not going to write about water symbolism anymore. i need to move on to a new motif. there are other things in nature i can go for. there's the woods. there's the moon. why not try the moon?"

and then my brain is like "bitch the moon is a lesbian. you're just gay again."

i cannot win i cannot escape

[callistochan87]

Camp NaNo Day 13: 3645 words. I finally finished Chapter 7 and it clocks in at a cool 8597 words, that’s…great. 💀 It would probably be faster to draw it since I can see in my head clearly (enough) what happens but I don’t 🤷‍♀️

I find it engaging but i don't know if people are that interested in reading a 3900 word fight scene, never mind all the stuff that came before it

[whumpwillow]

“Um, yeah,” Lysander said. He didn’t look at her. “Sterling can be a lot to handle, so I understand why you didn’t want to see him.”

Astraea raised a brow. “A lot to handle? He killed a man!”

“He does that sometimes.”

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