#the premise? don’t even know

[thisantithesis]

opened up word today to find a 2k word wolfstar doc that i just. don’t remember writing last night??? go off 3am me i guess

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[sparky-is-spiders]

Normally meh about soulmate aus but I think a Jonsasha au where they aren’t originally each other’s soulmates until they both start becoming the Archivist. They make themselves the other’s soulmate without even meaning to. There is no one else who could understand them. Soulmates because they are two halves of one monster. The Archivist is only complete when they work together. When they become one mind in two bodies. By the time the world ends their soulmate marks have already been warped beyond anything that could be understood as a soulmate mark by most.

[www-pinkhearse]

I’m sorry

[taelonsamada]

Tidbit Tuesday - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster…

@darlincollins tagged me in this, which is fortuitous timing since I’ve been recently possessed by an idea for a new original story, and have been writing almost feverishly for it LOL I blame @dominimoonbeam for this as her wonderful story Don’t Run has put me in the mood for mobsters. But my brain went, “Okay, but what if mobster ROMANTIC COMEDY???”

Which has resulted in me writing what has so far become a fucking adorable story about a woman who moves into a new apartment building and has some concerns about her very polite next door neighbour and the odd things he gets up to… (and yes I know this is supposed to be TIDBIT Tuesday, but this was the smallest part I could pull out that made sense on its own LOL)

Tagging @glassbearclock @sollucets @sealriously-sealrious and @lovelylonerliterature and anyone else who wants to!!

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“…I didn’t think people still brought their neighbours meals,” he admitted, and she couldn’t help smiling giddily at that low rumbling voice, shrugging her shoulders with a sheepish laugh.

“Yeah, I know, it’s kind of out of practice, but like I said, my grandmother was very particular about us showing our manners and being good neighbours. She’d have preferred I bring you a pie, but people can be picky about pie flavours, whereas it’s really hard to find someone who’ll turn down a chocolate chunk cookie. They’re out there, I’m sure, but I’ve yet to meet one!”

His mouth curved in that same grin he’d given Mrs. Neilson, and Eliza felt her stomach flip about, her own smile growing in response.

“I’m certainly not one of them,” he assured, rubbing his hand on his pants for a moment before extending it to take the tray from her. She blinked at the sight of scars along his knuckles, and a particularly long slice that ran along the heel of his palm, but smiled and handed the platter over.

“Don’t rush over returning the platter, I’ve got plenty of them.”

“If these taste half as good as they smell, you’ll have it back by tomorrow cause they’ll be gone,” he warned, grinning at her in a way that had her giggling instinctively.

“Well, knowing me, I’ll have more baking done in no time, so if your sweet tooth is ever bothering you, just come knock on my door!” She smiled as he gave a strange look, one she couldn’t quite figure out, but he nodded as he pulled the tray into the apartment, setting it aside out of sight before offering his hand to her.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Welcome to the building.” Her smile was broad as she shook his hand, fascinated with the calluses and scars she could feel as she did so.

“Thank you very much, I’ll see you around!” With another happy laugh and a sheepish smile, she turned and trotted back to her own apartment. Appearing every bit the cheerful, happy neighbour until her door closed.

The instant she was out of sight, she collapsed back against the door, burying her face into her hands and groaning loudly. What the hell, she’d been giggling like a damn school girl at him the entire time!! She was a grown woman, what in the fuck? How did he have such an affect on her so easily?? She’d gone over there to make up for acting like a moron in the halls, and she’d ended up painting herself as the silly, ditzy neighbour!

A thought occurred to her that had her pausing before she groaned and tugged at her hair, grumbling loudly as she stalked over to her coffee machine.

She hadn’t even gotten his name!

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Carver shut the door and snapped all the locks closed, staring intently at the plate of cookies that sat on the table beside his front door. Humming thoughtfully as he peeled back the plastic and picked one of them up.

When was the last time he’d had a homemade cookie?

Bracing his free hand on his hip, he continued staring at the cookie as he walked slowly back into his living room, a pensive look on his face.

“You know… I think that’s the first time in my life I’ve ever seen a neighbour bring over an introductory meal,” he mused in a thoughtful tone. “You see it happen all the time on tv, but I thought that was just a thing people made up. I didn’t think anyone in real life would actually do it.”

Turning the cookie over, he shifted his stare to the man tied to the chair that was centered in the middle of his living room, laughing gently. “I mean, you heard that whole conversation, right? I know your head’s likely pounding, but you had to have heard that, she was quite the talker. She’s a vast improvement over the last neighbour, that’s for sure.”

Carver leaned forward, smirking as the bloodied man in the chair cringed away from him in response. Waving the cookie near his face. “Seriously, smell that. Isn’t that fucking delicious? And she made these specifically for me. Do you know how long it’s been since someone made me a meal? I mean me, personally. Family dinners don’t count.”

Walking away a few paces, the plastic that covered the floor crinkling with his steps, Carver hummed again. “I was a bit irritated over having someone move in on this floor with me, cause it means I’m gonna have to be a lot more careful. But if she makes stuff like this on the regular?”

He bit into the cookie and instantly groaned, leaning back against his kitchen counter and cursing as he chewed. “What the fuck, that’s so fucking good!” Staring down at the cookie, he shook his head, taking another couple bites. “Shit, I’m gonna get fat.”

Finishing the cookie off, he huffed, wiping his hands off on his pants before walking back over to the bound man, picking up the tenderizing hammer he’d set aside before answering the door. “Okay, so we’re gonna have to wrap this up real fast, cause those are delicious, and I’m gonna want more while they’re still warm. So you’re gonna start talking right fucking now. Cooperate, and I might even give you one of those cookies.”

He paused, glancing over and eyeing the tray for a moment before looking back at the trembling man. “…but it has to be really good information.”

[harapeveco]

Don’t open

I wasn’t expecting a “Tobi tries to buy panties online” plot like at all

[vicontheinternet]

On thing I strongly dislike in batfam meets justice league fic is that they are almost always incompetent like for what reason

[forgetmenautical]

hylics dream

[superbattrash]

the new guy is a small talker…. like… on purpose… “have any of you guys seen [random show]? No? Oh better find another subject haha”

He’s so social, I feel awkward… please don’t let me be alone in a room with him, my tism will melt my eyes out

[fingertipsmp3]

Another thing that’s happening is I applied way too much perfume because I thought this stuff had a weak smell, but actually I was just dealing with post-menstrual sensory issues and now I smell like a duty free exploded on me

[lavenderprose]

Joke’s on me because I have a plot doc with like ten different Gentlebeard plots and all my brain can do is try to formulate ways to jam Izzy in there. I’ve turned into a real Doctor Frankenstein over here.

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I don’t believe in deleting fics, cause I know how it feels when I go back and look for a specific fic by a beloved author to find that it’s gone. But man some times I think about rewriting and changing my old works, cause I like to think I got a little better at this writing thing. Specifically the memory loss fic, that one haunts me all the time, I had no idea what I was doing it was more let’s just finally finish this so I don’t have to worry about it anymore (and here I am still worrying about it). Look I know it’s over done, but there’s just so many things you could do with losing your memory (and how devastating it was but I’m a fluff lover so we don’t do that here… although… just had a sad idea that will not help my case in not being a Ran hater *sigh I hate the canon ship not her okay) It’s probably why I was so fixated on Lo Lo Love Me, and a counter part that I may never write. Point is, I think about writing/fixing the memory loss fic, but make it Shiho this time, but only because I hate seeing my queen suffer. I always say I hate angst, and I do, but thinking about how alone Shinichi was despite growing up in far better conditions than Shiho to now being alone again cause the only other person who knew all about his time as Conan and experienced it with him forgets it all? You can only repress yourself for so long, losing your partner, losing a part of yourself changes a person.

[pepprs]

hm. i think i am going to stop going to counseling. he does not understand me. he pathologizes things that are not pathological.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Shoutout to the first fic I read in the tcw fandom where I didn’t know any of the characters and I do not remember the plot or the name or anything useful about it but i think about it from time to time anyway.

[wayward-sherlock]

@ my future roommate/housemate: i’m sorry. i literally can’t sleep in my own bed i sleep so much better in other people’s beds or with other people. apologies for the cuddles you will have to endure.

[hongluboobs]

hongsang becomes more insane to me the more i read red chamber bc i keep noticing little things that make me want to explode. did you know mirrors are a pretty heavy motif in red chamber? Bao-yu flat out has a mirrored self in the text (i’m not there yet but i know that)

I don’t know if it’s even in a ship way but i keep noticing connections. They’ve both got a lot about being controlled/trapped and false contentment with that situation in their stories (this will find its way to canto 8. please) and the fact that it was THESE TWO to get the dimension shredder egos makes me want to explode

the more i look into these characters the more things i see that are paralleled and similar. The pretty art also helps lmao but i need to know their issues