#little year one snippet

[whoviandoodler]

something I haven't really seen people mention or consider in relation to riz and jawbone and the whole 'what's up with you, come in and talk with me' thing is that riz legitimately cannot do that. he cannot get better because getting better means losing all the things he gains by pushing himself to a wildly unhealthy degree- the points from his extracurriculars and grades in general, the usefulness he still feels he owes to his friends, the ability to push through grief and loss time and again. it's so incredibly sad because like- he was the one who first offered jawbone the job that got his life turned around! he tries so hard at all that he does and has a huge heart and he deserves to live a life that doesn't run him into the ground, but that life would be one where he wouldn't get the education he wants, or at the very best a life where he loses the control that he is gripping onto white-knuckled and has to contend with a lot of things he could never bear to consider at present. getting better would mean stopping, stopping would mean falling, and if he falls, riz is not getting up for a long, long time, and he just cannot afford that

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon finale - Solution Nine

[G'raha] : "So you have been asked to fight for Solution Nine's entertainment... My love, it's not that I doubt your judgment, but are you sure this is something you should get involved in?" [Arsay]: "If I can use my skills to uplift the people of this place, don't see why I shouldn't, yeah? Plus, I'll need to find something to do while Shtola's investigating the gate." [Y'shtola]: "And here I've been preparing for your inevitable begging to join." [Arsay]: "Even I can admit there's work you do better alone. ..That said, I'll miss you every tick." [Y'shtola]: "I'll be but a call away, dear. What of you, Raha?" [G'raha]: "Likely continuing our in-depth report of the golden city; for the Student's records. Should the opportunity present itself that I may spectate a match featuring my most beloved star however..." [Y'shtola]: "Then you shall ensure you cheer her on with enough fever for the both of us." [Arsay]: "Heh! I'll be sure to keep you apprised of my schedule. ... <sighs> I guess this means our vacation is over. It's been fun, ay? Every moment I share with you both is a memory I will forever treasure; but these past two weeks... I've no words for how wonderful it's been. Shtola, Raha, I love you." [Y'shtola]: "And I, you." [G'raha]: <nods> "Beyond measure." [Arsay]: "Now, with this being our last night of fun and all; I've an idea in mind on how to spend it."

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[pamshindouu]

Another piece from last year, I drew this one for the 7th anniversary of Appmon's final episode (and also the show's 8th anniversary just one day after). No Digimon anime has ever made me cry as much as Appmon did, and I say this as someone who cries very easily lol. Haru and Yuujin mean a lot to me and I wanted to convey that in some way, I had a very specific image in mind while working on this and was a little sad I couldn't get it to look exactly the way i wanted, but I think it's still nice enough :')

[thestarfishface]

Something a little different, but I've been toying around with prose recently and wrote a little short story about Verity's old crew!

What's currently posted is the first half of a rough chapter idea I have planned- I gotta hash out exactly what I wanna do for the back half, but I think the first part stands okay on its own! Look out for a continuation in the future, though :>

[shycorvid]

Stardew brainrot has me going: Tim getting stuck in the gameworld and fistfighting Mr. Qi because he keeps trying to use cheats to get to the end faster.

[arsenicflame]

Hornigold's Izzy was the worst, of course. A version of himself that never escaped that terrible place, who lived his life as little more than an object. He still has nightmares about all the things Baz told them, about all the things he didn't.

It doesn't really surprise him, after the first ones, not at its root. To be Izzy Hands is to be someone's after all, though seeing his own face on someone so fundamentally different to him never gets less weird. The people who these other Izzys attached themselves too often left him with more questions than answers. Jack's Izzy, he can understand, from a certain view, though the man himself felt like a fever dream. The less said about Stede's Izzy the better, he's never going to forgive him for the ideas he put in his Stede's head.

Then there was Sam's Izzy.

The first thing anyone noticed about him was that he was happy. He smiled and laughed without thought, and went through life with an ease Izzy didn't think he had ever felt. The crew took to him immediately, accepting him in a way they never did the other Izzys, and certainly not their own. They prodded him and asked him endless questions, and he took every touch without a flinch and answered every question without a hint of a grumble. This Izzy was free. He was open, unburdened, trusting. He was happy.

Sam's Izzy was the one that hurt the most to see. He could accept the worst that Hornigold could've offered, that he would have suffered and been broken. It was infinitely harder to see that he had a chance to be this happy. That it slipped through his fingers.

He's never looked back before, but now? Seeing what might've been? He can't stop himself from considering the possibility that maybe he made the wrong choice back then, going with Ed.

[ilovedthestars]

scratching at the walls of my brain. I WANNA POST SOMETHING NEW TO AO3. but that means I have to FINISH SOMETHING which is so harddd

[glorious-blackout]

I was tagged by the wonderful @aeolianblues to share the first lines of some of my recent fics, thank you! Sadly I don't have any WIPs to share right now but here's some of my more recent published fics 💖

Maybe Romance is a Place

As the satnav of their hired car lures Miles off the motorway and onto a narrow countryside road, part of him can’t help but wonder if this entire journey is a mistake. 

Lead Me Down to the Ocean

“Oh Maxie, not again!”  

Alex fails to suppress a giggle as Miles’s stern warning goes unheeded by the excitable ball of fluff in question. Elated in his newfound freedom and having deemed himself the Almighty Ruler of this particular beach, Max gallops towards distant, frothy waves as fast as his little legs will carry him; tongue lolling in delight as he splashes in the cool water.   

Missed Your Bones on Me

Miles wakes alone. 

It takes a moment to figure out why this detail strikes him as unusual; why his heart quickens at the sight of bare sheets beside him. Waking up alone has been his reality for many months now, yet the undisputable fact of his solitude on this particular morning sends a pang through his chest that stings more than it should. 

I'll See You on the Dark Side of the Moon

While the lobby of Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino aims for a glossy façade of five-star luxury, Alex’s initial impression is one of nauseating gaudiness.  

His feet have landed upon spotless marble floors, but he retains little memory of them carrying him here. The reflective sheen of polished marble has the unwelcome effect of amplifying the atrium’s already eye-watering brightness; blinding beams shoot from a glittering overhead chandelier, its light bouncing off the walls in a coordinated assault on his retinas. Oversized leather couches in shades ranging from candy-apple red to rich burgundy coalesce around a coffee-table littered with flyers advertising the latest attractions and eateries, however no guests occupy the inviting space. Where one might expect to hear mindless chatter and slamming doors, there is only a gentle Morricone piece emanating from unseen speakers. A shiver caresses Alex’s spine as Edda Dell'Orso’s pleasant croon elicits an inviting air which feels wholly unearned. 

Hold Each Other Close the Whole Night Through

If heaven truly exists, Miles is sure he must have stumbled upon it.  

Contentment so profound his cheeks ache from smiling grips his soul as he leans against a pile of soft pillows; the sweet harmonies of ‘Pet Sounds’ caressing his ears as the album spins on a vintage record player. A soft breeze kisses his cheek as silk curtains part in the wake of its shallow breath, offering a glimpse of moonlit fields and a pitch-black sky dotted with gleaming stars. A symphony of crickets chirrup amidst the swaying grass, threatening to overwhelm Brian Wilson’s distinctive tenor, but Miles tunes them out easily as Alex’s laughter sets the air alight. 

Tagging: @rock-n-roll-fantasy, @uhbasicallyjustmilex, @daddy-long-legssss, @applysome, @ladyfauxhawk, @cheese-danish-42, @yellowloid, @alexturne and anyone else who wants to share! 💖

[yujeong]

kpanniversary2024, prompt 4: Tension

"It's not your choice, Macau." The noise Macau makes with his mouth rings like a gunshot in Vegas' ears. His eyes widen as he stares at his brother's flustered face. His nostrils flare. Macau is wearing his anger like an armor made of rusty metal on his skin. He thinks it protects him, keeps him safe, when all it does is reveal all his weak spots to the enemy. Presumed enemy, in this case. Pete is not - could not - be an enemy of his in the first place. Not even when he was the main family's guard dog. He was a fool. In a way, he still is. Vegas is afraid to look at him. He does it, regardless. Saliva is trickling down Pete's forehead, down the path formed by the creases of his furrowed eyebrows, down the curve of his nose, almost but not quite missing his pursed lips. He is standing by the kitchen table completely still, statue-like. His eyes are closed. His body is tense. He looks like he's about to start crying, or screaming, or both. He does neither. He just opens his eyes, slowly, and stares at Macau with an unreadable expression; another kind of armor, equally rusty and ineffective. He doesn't wipe the spit off his face. "Who do you think you are to say that to me?" Macau yells, unperturbed by what he did. Vegas's breath hitches. He has to intervene, somehow. Say something to stop this madness from continuing, salvage any of the last, remaining pieces of his broken family. He has to- "You're not my brother, so stop acting like it!" "Macau!" He's too late. Pete's face crumbles. He lowers his head to hide it, but Vegas can still see it, can still see Pete's bottom lip quivering, his shoulders shaking. He wants to hit himself. It wouldn't solve anything, fuck, it'd make everything worse, but he can't help seeking the familiar sting a slap would provide. A punch, even more so. He gets pulled out of his thoughts by Pete whispering something he doesn't catch. It's an easy guess to make. For a moment, Vegas thinks the bullets that had pierced his torso all those months ago had hurt less. Macau says nothing and runs away to his room.

[inevitablestars]

how long is too long for a one shot :/

[blusandbirds]

i don’t know if i have any musical theatre nerd followers on here but i need to share that i was like a foot away from jeremy jordan today

[vanishintoyou]

acctually listening to this and then zombieboy is such a funny experience. it's like oh the differences. the similarities. oh......

[wandixx]

I made a prompt some time ago and my brain couldn't let it go so I want to write an actual fic about it. But I need your help to do it.

You can find the prompt I'm talking about here. To summarize it quickly because I know it ended up kind of long. Dani was traveling around the USA and met/befriended some people, heroes and villains include. And then she left to see another place. It wouldn't be a problem if before she left, she said goodbye. She didn't so now they she got kidnapped and are panicing.

I have some ideas, some serious chaos I mentioned (about 2500 words and counting) or super serious chaos if things'll go properly, who knows, some Dani hangs out with Duke during his patrols and is low key his sidekick (5500 words and counting, everything on paper because why not?), both in much different places on a timeline, untouched but thought about idea for Dani and Conner clone budding AND one bit for when she met Flashfam and one when she asked Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy for autographs for Jazz and Sam.

But here is a thing. All I know about DC is from dpxdc tag and some fics on AO3. Also from dpxdc of course. So it means I don't know a jack shit about people outside of Batfam.

So, what I'm asking for is, if you have ideas who else Dani could mess with or/and links to fanfics with your favorite characterizations or character analysis here or on AO3, any way of communication you are comfortable with is open, please send it (maybe not in actual mail that would be both creepy and unreasonably expensive)

I can't exactly watch movies/cartoons because I fear my computer wouldn't survive that (I had a moment of black screen two times in the last twenty minutes and three more temporary freezes, how is this thing still running, and how it became my most reliable internet connection device?)

Anyway, send the links I beg you

[lemonzestywrites]

hi there yall! i’m back with another addition to my wip in progress snippet where every time i add another 1k to my word count of my current beast of a project i post a bit of of it here

anyways i hope you enjoy!

(nsfw under the cut) ft some rimming

He feels worshiped- savored, under Buck's tongue.

It takes everything for Eddie not to rut on the mattress again. He…He wants to be good. He’s going to be good.

The pleasure coils through his veins, hot and thick. His chest burns with a feeling he can’t describe. His mind is so overwhelmed with every sensation, every feeling.

The hands at his ass curl in desperation, fingers digging into the skin with a kind of want Eddie’s not sure anyone else has ever had with him. It’s not the desire of wanting more of whatever Eddie’s already giving Buck- this is different.

This is more.

It’s a kind of adoration. Effortless and adoring. A reward. Except Eddie’s not all that sure what he’s done to deserve it. But God, does it feel good.

[gods-favorite-autistic]

It feels so weird to realize how long I’ve been undiagnosed…like the fuck you mean I’ve been autistic my whole entire life my brain didn’t start existing until 7th grade which is when I got autism it has not been there for as long as I’ve been here

[good--merits-accumulated]

god. this anderperry renaissance au is knocking me around some kind of way