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[its-a-humanriot]

WIP Wednesday

It's been a while! I've been moving house and settling in a new place and generally just trying to get balanced again but I'm trying to get back to writing. I was tagged by @adventuresofmeghatron a few weeks ago when I was mid-move so trying to get back to it now!

tagging back @adventuresofmeghatron as well as @proserpinewrites and @theartofblossoming if you wanna join in!

this is a little snippet from a fic of Butch's first adventures outside the vault:

The shape presses close, the cold metal of the barrel now digging painfully into his cheek as it crowds him back against the wall, practically spitting in his face. “Get. Out.” Butch scrabbles for the doorknob behind him in the dark – when did it get so dark? – not daring to look away from the shape in front of him but finding nothing but cracking paint and damp crumbling plaster behind him. Finally, his hand meets metal and twists to open the door, only to have it ripped out of his grasp by the wind that suddenly roars through the open frame. Light flashes in, grey-green, from the sky outside, chased in by a deafening growling noise like the biggest engine he’s ever heard. He feels his breath leave his lungs; he can’t hear the sound it makes between the rumbling from outside and the renewed screeching of the Geiger counter. Can’t move his legs. Something grasps his collar. The full-body flinch jerks his head right back around, ready to yell, ready to punch or kick or something –

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

04/08/2025 Progress Update:

TLDR: About 1K written today, close to 18.5K for ch 6. Rantaro conversation is HAPPENING YESSS

I was ready to remove a whole chunk of this conversation after my frustrating writing session today and my friend offered to look over what I was considering cutting. Damn I'm fucking glad they did. 'Cause they absolutely disagreed with me LMAOOO and said to keep it. And seeing how they reacted to this scene actually really, REALLY helped me understand where the rest of this conversation needs to go and I think I've FINALLY got a hang of it. It meant rewriting the end of the conversation and updating some stuff in the next sections to reflect this, but I do think (fingers crossed) this is where we're gonna keep it. HOORAY!!!

With that drafted, we're onto section three. This is the other section I didn't have a ton written for, so we'll probably be on this one for a good chunk of time. Then it's just fleshing out the already-completed draft for section four and five and we'll be good to edit!!!! I'm HOPEFUL this'll go by relatively quickly, we'll see. There's the move I mentioned that we're scrambling to get prepared for this week and finals are coming up, so writing is a little hard rn. My goal is still to have it completely drafted asap 'cause I kinda wanna finish it before working on komahina week lol. And that's coming up so fucking fast... May be a LATE komahina week submission lmao.

In other news, two commissions are in-progress!! I did decide to do another one for ch 6 as an apology for no commission in ch 5, so that one's started. Ch 7 one is already going, too, and I'm gonna STRUGGLE not revealing this thing until ch 7 is done lol. Mostly 'cause I wanna show it off lollll. Ugh I always wanna show them off as soon as I get them, barely hold myself back. But these ones are some mega spoilers so... gotta stay strong.

Hope y'all have a lovely lovely night!! My day was a rollercoaster lmao and I'm hopeful for a productive day tomorrow, both in life and in writing.

[killuaisaprincess]

Souvenir

Killua holds the bunny plush closer and buries his nose in Gon’s chest; Gon swallows, and his gaze hardens.

How could they?

“Yo! Gon, we got the…”

Leorio trails off as he sees Killua clinging to Gon and rushes over.

Kurapika’s eyes flash red, and he runs over to them.

“What happened?!”

Gon shakes his head and holds Killua closer to his chest.

“Nothing! Nothing! Killua just needed a little love.”

Kurapika sighs, and Leorio slumps over in relief.

read on ao3!

[fadewalking]

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[cookie-nom-nom]

why can't we just make affect and effect mean the same thing. I'm tired and it doesn't really matter.

[eevee-eclair]

Whaaaat? Me? Posting writing? It’s less likely than you think (i have chronic eepy)

Today’s fic? New fandom flavor

[mossistyping]

I have severely underestimated the amount of time this would take

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

eyyy, guess who’s been writing something for the first time in a while !!!

[keeps-ache]

i need to walk into a field and just sit for for a while.. maybe forever hbfsh...

[sous-le-saule]

Crieront-ils mon nom ?

- Ah, Cléon, si tu savais comme je l’aime.

Après avoir poussé un lourd soupir, il détourna les yeux de la tribune d’honneur et vint me rejoindre dans l’ombre de l’hypogée pour que j’ajuste les sangles de sa légère armure de cuir.

- C’est pas de l’amour, ça, gamin. Tu la connais pas. Tu lui as même jamais adressé la parole – non que ça risque d’arriver, d’ailleurs. Tu la trouves juste agréable à regarder. C’est pas pareil.

- Qu’est-ce que t’en sais, grand-père ? rétorqua-t-il avec la cruauté de la jeunesse. T’as jamais eu de femme et t’es trop vieux pour te souvenir de ce que c’est, d’être amoureux.

Je le laissai dire. Depuis que j’étais trop âgé pour combattre, je m’étais occupé d’assez de jeunots dans son genre pour savoir que le mieux était encore de laisser courir. Ca lui passerait.

- Son père est là aussi. Peut-être qu’elle pourrait le convaincre de m’acheter ? Hein ? Et comme ça, on pourrait se voir tous les jours ?

Il était en train de s’exciter tout seul, le môme, et moi je le voulais concentré. C’était une sale journée pour se battre. Le soleil tapait sans pitié et l’air était lourd. Probable qu’on allait avoir de l’orage d’ici quelques heures. Le genre d’atmosphère qui rend les combattants impatients et imprudents. Sans doute que ça me rendait irritable aussi parce que, au lieu de laisser pisser, je décidai de lui rabattre son caquet.

- Et alors ? Tu t’imagines qu’il va laisser un esclave fricoter avec sa fille ? Tu rêves tout éveillé si tu crois seulement que cette gamine de la noblesse pourrait s’intéresser à toi. Elle connait même pas ton nom, fiston, redescends sur terre.

- T’as raison. T’as raison, c’est la première étape. Faut qu’elle sache mon nom. Si je fais un bon combat… non, un combat extraordinaire… les spectateurs scanderont mon nom, hein ?

- Peut-être bien, fis-je, prudent.

Les riches, on sait jamais trop comment ça va réagir. En plus, j’avais observé la foule quelques instants plus tôt et, comme je le craignais par cette chaleur, le public était apathique, plus préoccupé par les rafraichissements servis que par les combats. Celui du petit allait être le dernier de la matinée, les gens étaient déjà blasés, et ils commençaient à avoir faim.

Je lui tendis son épée courte et mis la main sur son épaule pour le ramener dans le monde réel.

- Hé, Jorn, n’en fais pas trop, hein ? Tu sais qu’il y a que deux façons de sortir d’ici…

- Libre et debout, ou les pieds devant. Tu me l’as déjà dit cent fois. A moins que je finisse comme toi, me fit-il avec un clin d’œil.

Moi, j’étais jamais sorti. Trop chanceux pour mourir, pas assez malin pour parvenir à convaincre mon maitre de me vendre ma liberté. Enfin, il y avait pire sort que le mien, et je m’en accommodais. Par la force des choses, j’étais devenu entraineur, soigneur, et confident plus souvent qu’à mon tour. Je m’étais donné pour mission que le plus possible de mes gars quittent l’arène rapidement, et sur leurs deux pieds. Je me débrouillais pas trop mal.

Jorn sautilla sur place, ébaucha quelques mouvements d’épée, puis me lança un sourire désarmant.

- T’en fais pas, je sais ce que je fais.

Et il s’engouffra dans la lumière au son d’applaudissements mous.

Il était agile, il fallait lui reconnaitre ça. Il enchaina les esquives spectaculaires et son adversaire commençait à fatiguer nettement, dégoulinant de sueur à force d’essayer d’embrocher le freluquet avec sa lance. Il était plus massif et avait aussi opté pour une armure plus lourde. J’avais bon espoir.

D’une attaque audacieuse, le gamin parvint à s’approcher assez pour lui entailler le bras, mais l’autre broncha à peine. Les passes d’armes s’enchainèrent, sans qu’aucun parvienne à toucher l’autre.

Puis, tout à coup, Jorn eut un moment d’inattention. Une seconde, il détourna les yeux, sans doute pour vérifier si la fille le regardait, ce petit imbécile, et ce fut suffisant pour que son opposant le transperce de sa lance. Vu l’air surpris du lancier, j’aurais dit qu’il n’avait pas compté y aller aussi fort, ou qu’il avait cru que Jorn esquiverait encore. La plupart du temps, les combattants ne visaient pas la mort de l’adversaire, juste une blessure suffisante pour mettre fin à l’affrontement. Personne n’avait intérêt, au prix où était l’esclave, à ce que chaque combat se termine en mise à mort.

Il restait planté là, ce grand échalas, à me chercher du regard, et je me précipitai parce que, s’il n’achevait pas le petit, c’était peut-être qu’il y avait une chance que je puisse le rafistoler.

Je sus tout de suite que non, au son que faisait sa respiration et aux bulles ensanglantées qui perlaient à sa bouche. Le poumon était perforé.

Le silence régnait dans le public. J’aurais aimé que ce soit un silence respectueux pour l’homme qui avait combattu habilement pour leur amusement. Ou au moins un silence coupable. Mais c’était juste du désintérêt. Certains se levaient déjà pour aller manger.

Heureusement, le gamin était déjà trop parti pour s’en rendre compte. Il agrippa mon avant-bras.   

- Est-ce que… est-ce qu’ils crient mon nom ?

- Oui, petit, ils crient ton nom.

- Elle aussi ?

Je jetai un coup d’œil à la tribune d’honneur. La fille riait avec sa dame de compagnie, indifférente à ce qui se passait dans l’arène.

- Oui, elle aussi.

Il mourut le sourire aux lèvres.

[its-a-humanriot]

Six Sentence WIP Wednesday

it's been a while! I was tagged by the lovely @bardic-inspo (thank you Megh!)

I've been fighting to make some progress on Descendants, by Trouble on the Homefront FO3 fic. It's my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic, and getting the structure to a place where I'm happy with it is a struggle. Here's a snippet that will probably be in chapter one:

Sure enough, his intel is correct, and on cresting the hill there is a shabby wooden door in front of a rocky outcropping that overlooks the view back towards the city. He can’t see the river from here. Its absence pains him. Carefully he pushes the door open, pistol drawn. Nothing greets him but an empty cavern and a grasping skeleton reaching for the doorway – and beyond that, a great vault door. Stepping cautiously over the skeleton, he walks into the cavern and lets the door close behind him as it swallows him in the earth.

I'll throw out some tags to @proserpinewrites, @theartofblossoming, and @kharonion for you to join in if you'd like, plus an open tag for anyone else who wants to jump in

[dramamelon]

jf;afja;fji;afkj;aofija;ofij

Got a surprise comment on my Lost Light #25 write up from five and half years ago from Jack Lawrence this morning. Artist confirmation on the driftrod moments? Sure read that way, if I look at it sideways. 💖💖💖 *LOL, waves at Jack if he happens across this post too* XD

But, anyway, gonna see if I can finish the next Constructicon prompt today. Between work and Hook just being very recalcitrant, it hasn't moved along like I want it to. Or maybe he's just a snob.... *snicker*

All right, time to get to work before I don't have the time any more.

[vagabondangel]

Nic Braun got nommed for bumbling around the Succession set and pouring LaCroix in a man’s eyes, meanwhile the IWTV cast got ruthlessly snubbed despite putting their entire pussies into their performances. You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me Nic Braun gave a better performance than Sam Reid.

IWTV deserved nominations for Production Design, Casting, Costume Design, and Makeup/Hairstyling. The Emmys are a joke.

[patisserieblu]

The relationship between the dog that slipped the collar and the comrade that they had to drag to safety by the leash 💞💖

[atrirose]

𝒥 : PLACES THEY LOVE TO KISS — enha

はい bf!enha x f!r . . . 🍵 warning. kissing duh ! + FLUFF ★ seiu msg: wanna get back on to writing stuff soon in the mean time enjoy this! rbs/feedbacks are appreciated

— HEESEUNG LEE

heeseung loves kissing your neck because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he loves the sudden shocked squeak you let out when he random kisses your neck, he came behind you, gracing his cold lips on your neck “AH what’s wrong with you seung” you turned towards him, your hand on the place he kissed “my lips are cold, i ate ice cream” he said pulling you back “so?”

“so i gotta warm them up” he said as he bit ur neck lightly, kissing it, his breath leaving tingling feels down your spine, something about neck kisses just makes you feel light headed “i know you love it princess” he whispered, his hands roaming around your body as he blabbers like a loser.

— JAY PARK

jay loves kissing your lips, though it very common but for him it is special, he love the feeling of his lips against yours, especially after you put on lipgloss or lipstick “jayyyy i just put it on, look it’s all smeared and on your lips too” you said frustrated as you try to fix your lipstick, “it’s a nice colour i like it on you” he said snaking his hands again around your waist as he turns you around “doesn’t give you an excuse to ruin it, and we have to go or else we will be late to the party” you said resisting his touch as he leaned over again.

“doesn’t matter” he said as his lips moved against yours, his hands around you waist, him teasing your lips by lightly nipping on it, your hands in his hair tousling it.

“we got stuck in the traffic sorry” he said to his friend as you shot him glares, did i forget to tell you that he loves kissing you when you are mad at him? works like a charm, all the anger goes poof.

— JAKE SIM

jake loves to nom on your cheeks , he says it’s like bread. he loves to peck your cheeks at any given moment, or just have his face smooshed by yours, if he could he could live under your skin. jake likes to bite your cheeks while pecking them despite being warned a hundred times to not, but how can you resist his puppy eyes.

sometimes he get this kissing aggression towards you where he just keep on kissing and giggling as you try to escape him “jake too much” you say as he kissed you all over your face, “not enough” he said as he continues smooching your cheeks, biting them “nom, you taste like strawberries” jake hugs you as he calms down, cuddling you.

— SUNGHOON PARK

he loves collarbone kisses, loves to randomly feather kisses around your collarbone while cuddling, exact reason that despite being so tall he like you be a small spoon most of the times, likes to be a princess “hoon it tickles” you said as he pressed kisses, he loves when you wear off shoulder as he gives him easy excess but if not then he just pulls the piece of clothing you are wearing to expose your collarbone, now that has gotten him in trouble when he accidentally rip your clothing’s neckline but that obviously never stopped him.

“i will get you more mmm” he said as he kept kissing you, he loves to inhale the soft and mild scent of your perfume.

— SUNOO KIM

loves to kiss your forehead, to appreciate even the smallest of things you do for him, while that’s very sweet of him and you love it with all your heart, there are times when he likes to annoy you by kissing you after applying your lip tint so now you have kiss mark on your forehead, or kissing it and then telling how small you are.

towers over you sometimes so you look up at him and he can kiss your forehead.

“i got nice scores this time” you told sunoo as he smiles and kisses you forehead “im proud of you love”

— JUNGWON YANG

he likes to kiss your nose, just a little boop to make you laugh, you talking about your day? oh he is so in love, boop, you are cooking? he is drawn in by your beauty, boop, you are just laying around? you look so cute, he can’t believe you are his, boop.

“why do you like kissing my nose so much” he looks at you as he smiles, eyes closing like a cat as he kisses your nose “because you are cute” it’s a way he expresses his love, it’s his way of saying he treasures you and a simple expression of his limitless love for you

— RIKI NISHIMURA

he loves to bury his face in your neck after a long day and kiss your shoulders, just like sunghoon he loves when you wear off shoulder dress or else he just pulls on them, but lucky for him you wear his oversized hoodies all the time so it’s easy to gain excess, sometimes it’s hard to express who he feels, or how much he loves you so he just kisses your shoulder and hope you understand his attempt to say ‘i love you’s’.

“what’s wrong baby” you asked as you played with hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck “just tired” he said nuzzling “aww poor baby” you said as you kissed his head “you better not tell how act with you” he warned you still kissing your shoulders.

“like a baby? AHH-” your giggles turned into sudden shock as he bites you “oh that left a mark” you smacked him with a pillow as he laughed and dodged it “not tired anymore huh?” you said pouting moving away from him just to get pulled back to his lap “i am” he pecked you “meanie” he snicked at your pouty lips before kissing it.

[deadsetobsessions]

Woo! I’ve finally got time to write! Had to go to a wedding, suffered through eight whole hours of pure disorganized mess, and got mad about it. Emphasis on the disorganized part. So, I bring you: party planner!Danny Phantom.

——

If anyone was to see him now, they’d definitely think that it was odd that Danny was the one in the party planning field. They wouldn’t be surprised if it was Jazz, but Danny ‘wing it’ Fenton planning things? Never.

But here he was, clipboard in hand and checking off hors d’œuvres from the list.

“Anton, could you do a check of the sound system? Make sure everything’s working?”

“Got it.”

Danny lifted the buffet table, laden with heavy food, and used a bit of his ghostly strength to move it over.

“Perfect.”

He double checked the seating chart, and readjusted the miniature ice sculpture centerpieces he made for the party.

Wayne Manor was all lit up and perfectly dusted. Danny ran through his mental checklist. Tabled? Check. Dance floor clean and scuff free? Check. DJ booth and open bar running without issues? Check. Live band setting up with back up instruments and strings? Check. Decorations on point? Oh, he’ll have to get the team to readjust those.

Time to check-

“Danny! How’s it going?” Bruce Wayne beamed and slung an arm around his shoulder.

Danny smiled politely. “Mr. Wayne. Everything is going smoothly. Would you like to check the food the chefs have made?”

“Sure, sure! I definitely need to eat before I drink, haha!”

“That’s a good idea! Good thing you’re about to try a bunch of food.” Danny matched the billionaire’s energy. He’s going to get paid so good.

“So, Danny, are you going to college?”

Danny passed him a small sampler. “Ah, I can’t. Some stuff happened in high school and I don’t really have the grades or the money to.”

Plus, his credentials were in another plane of existence and he hadn’t figured out how to transfer those records yet.

“You could still attend college, I’m sure! Your parents might be able to help pay?” Bruce nommed on the food. He gave a thumbs up.

Danny sighed. “It’s not always an option. Plus, my parents are dead.”

In this universe. His own? Alive and kicking GIW ass.

“Oh, I see-”

“Father.”

“Woah!” Danny blinked, looking down at the baby Wayne the popped up next to his father’s elbow.

“Damian! What’s wrong, kiddo?”

Damian shot his father a flat glare and dragged the laughing billionaire away.

Danny snorted and returned to his tasks. He has to check the speeches and the lighting. Hm… he doesn’t have time to adjust everything how he wants it.

Good thing he knew a guy that could stop time.

“Hey, Clockwork?”

——

“Father, I understand your inclination towards adopting poor black haired and blue eyed orphans, but I would like to remind you that I have far too many siblings to be adding yet another bumbling buffoon.”

“I was not considering that, Damian.”

Damian let go of his wrist with a grimace. “Denial is not becoming of a Wayne, Father.”

“Yeah, B. I could see you grab the adoption papers from all the way over here.” Tim adjusted his tie. “Anyways, Dick is on his way. He’s running a little late because of some stuff in Blüdhaven.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

——

“Batman.”

“Oracle.”

“Look at the footage of Wayne manor.” Oracle pulled up the video surveillance scattered through out the manor. Specifically, the ones of the west ballroom. Daniel Fenton stood in his spot, looking down at his clipboard but a second later, he's moved three inches to the left and the decorations had subtly been moved more aesthetic spots. "I think Danny might be a meta. We'll have to look into him."

Batman stood up, allowing the fondness he had for Danny as Bruce Wayne drain away. This is a potential threat, and Batman will treat him like one. (Danny will remember this.)

"Contact Flash. I need him to scan for any temporal disturbance."

"Understood."

——

"Brucie!" A socialite squealed as she came to bestow hugs upon a long suffering Bruce. "My god, this place is gorgeous! You must give me your planner's number. I could absolutely use some fresh eyes for the Annual Spring Party."

"Awe, Janine! I gotta keep some of the good things to myself!" Bruce whined, inwardly smirking as he saw his kids mock-gagging behind the lady's back. "What if your party's cooler than mine? What should I do then? You're already so gorgeous! Why, is that a Birkin?"

Janine lit up and all but forgot about getting Danny's contact information. Bruce patted his own back for a job well done, even if he had to listen to Janine's itemized list of random luxury goods she had to buy before being offered a bag.

He's a Wayne. The Gotham Hermes wished they could partner with the Waynes. Plus, he's pretty sure he's got at least three of those bags somewhere in the manor to bait out Selina.

Catching Danny sliding in between the servers and going towards the kitchen, Bruce quickly excused himself with a disarming himbo grin.

Time to subtly grill the kid.

——

"Hey, Timmy?"

"Hello, Dick," Tim smiled elegantly at the couple who's companies he was about to bring six feet underground and excused himself. "What's up?"

"Have you noticed that the ice sculptures haven't melted at all?"

Tim blinked, eyes sliding over to a harried Danny being followed by Bruce on a mission. Oof.

"Freeze?" He asked mildly, face innocent of any nefarious thoughts.

"That's what I'm thinking." Dick smiled sunnily, throwing an arm around Tim's shoulders.

"Heard the guy's living out near Crime Alley. We should get Jay to check it out." Tim pretended to laugh, grinning as his brains made plans for a stakeout.

"Heard, my ass. You totally stalked him, didn't you?"

"Got proof?"

Dick snorted, removing his arm. "Nope. I'll let Jay know. You should probably help Danny out, though, he looks like he's about to lose his temper."

"Bruce is at it again." Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."