#we'll see if it goes anywhere

[kangpingyu]

My favorite pingu outfits 1/?? | ONEWE Off the Record 12 July 2021

[abalidoth]

I'm experimenting with crossposting some of my original fiction to Scribblehub. No clue if I'm likely to find any audience there that I wasn't between Tumblr and Ao3, but I figured it was worth a shot.

[risingshine]

...for whatever reason I wanna make a slime boi, that just likes mimicing whatever species he's talking to.

[allisonreader]

“Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

I was tagged by @lady-merian and then I almost forgot that I wanted to do this. So here's my long line.

She loved them just as much, but they couldn't stay up all night to spend time with her.

I don't think I would even have enough people to tag with this. So if it passes through your dash, I'm tagging you.

[the-gt-fairy]

A g/t scenario I've had in my mind for a while (technically before I knew what g/t was) is:

A size shifter who knows they're a size shifter and are pretty used to it, but don't think there's anyone else like them. Until one point while they're tiny, they get into some sort of trouble and end up being saved by another tiny (like a borrower or something)

The shifter gets to meet more tinies thinks "oh, people like me" but soon realizes "oh shit, they're not like me, I better pretend to just be tiny too to not freak them out"

So they keep digging themselves into a deeper and deeper hole even as they make friends and find themselves having a place in this tiny community

Of course there's lots of secret keeping shenanigans that eventually lead up to a dramatic reveal, and then working through the shift in dynamics

[adobe-outdesign]

One of the more insane parts of Neopets currently is that there's a person out there who figured out how to access to Neopets' database, but they're effectively a white-hat hacker who does nothing but report on internal site workings and statistics that TNT themselves wouldn't otherwise release. TNT is aware of them and cool with it and everyone who uses the site loves and supports them dearly

[quick-catton]

as another award show approaches i am reminded of the first look and i'm definitely feeling so normal at the thought of 2nd/3rd year oxford students oliver and felix in these outfits at a club with nice black pants, perhaps some tasteful doc martens or dress shoes

also super levelheaded at the thought of their hands on each other's slutty waists under the pretense of friendly closeness, getting progressively more touchy as the night goes on, feeling the warmth of each other's skin through the thin material of their shirts and getting all worked up

nearly grinding against each other on the dance floor in front of all their friends and playing chicken to see who pulls away first when their lips come a little too close to brushing against each other's

definitely ending up in the backseat of felix's car with the windows fogged up, oliver straddling his hips while they desperately make out, jerking them both off in one hand while felix tries not to have a meltdown over the size difference

[kazz-brekker]

me listening to random songs earlier today while doing boring finance data entry and thinking too hard about saruon/galadriel/adar

[manchesterau]

crazy things are happening in my google docs

[musette22]

Me, on a date: yeah I like to write, just uh... short stories, sometimes longer stories... about uh, characters, sometimes original characters but also eh, existing characters

Him: so you're like deep into fanfic then?

Me: ... yeh

[lunarharp]

you can now buy my little orufrey zine i made!

a 36 page, b&w a5 amateur zine made up of orufrey art i've drawn this year so far. alone is £6 + shipping and they can also come with a mini print add-on, a 4x6 photo print for £8.50 total.

the first 6 orders will come with a free official bromide :)

[spinnerofink]

debating if I like this or not, test run:

Arthur finds an escape from the Dark World and finds the tables flipped, stuck as the eyes of another detective.

Robin, young and alone in a city falling into chaos without Batman, finds himself with a sudden ally in the search.

Of sewer water, missing fathers, and more fucking cultists.

(set during Batman: The Cult & Part 43)

Pain and chaos and horror, reapers grinning and wraiths screaming and–

A light! A light! A light! Arthur, formless shapeless, desperate, dove towards that bright light and–

Woke up blinking at strange electric lights, half stretched out into a body wracked with pain. Couldn't move anything, just dulled senses– a faint ache all over, a cold stillness to the air.

Shelves lined with boxes. A book– a damned, familiar book, askew on the tiled floor.

It felt good, to see again. The light, the way it glinted and shimmered and the tiny twitches as the pupils focused and eyelids fluttered and–

The body gasped, hands clawed at a red, sweater clad chest. Fingers scrubbed at the eyes. Red tinted his vision as eyelids blinked. Again and again and again and–

“It's alright.” Authur tried to keep his voice calm. Remembered that honey sweet tone John had tried to manipulate him with at first.

“Oh, what the fuck.” The body groaned. The person stood up. Looked around the room– were those stalagmites, stalactites, on the ceiling, beyond the buzzing lights?

“My name is Authur. I'm not going to hurt you.”

The person hummed. Felt their way towards the shelves and started walking down towards the door. They seemed to be taking this in a terrifying sort of stride.

“What's your name?”

Caught the reflection in the window of the door. A boy, just a kid. Black curls and a hardened gaze, too young for his age. Faint scars on his face. His mouth set in a grim, thin line.

Someone not to fuck with. Authur tried not to laugh.

The boy paused at his reflection. Golden eyes blinked, fingers poked and prodded at his eye sockets, trying to analyze with a focused, sightless scowl.

“You're getting around surprisingly well without my help.” Arthur said. Just trying to fill the damn silence. Tried to bite down that frustration at being ignored. No wonder John hated it so much.

Something was fluttering in the distance.

“I can help you. I… I can describe what's going on for you. I was… in a similar situation recently. Let's work together, what say you?”

The boy finally spoke. “I'm alright. Had some… training about moving in the dark. I know this area pretty well.”

He opened the door. It was a… a cave. Bats flitting about, strange trophies scattered about – a wall of flickering lights and a chair.

“You can call me Robin.”

“Robin. Nice to meet you.”

Robin hummed again. He paused there, in the doorway. He'd run out of things to brush his fingers against. He tilted his head, listening.

Bats. It was bats fluttering and squeaking in the distance.

“The… wall of lights is ahead of you.” Authur supplied. “Just keep walking straight, I'll tell you when to stop.”

“The computer. Thanks.” Robin stepped away from the door. He walked with an uneasy gait, obviously still deciding if he trusted the voice in his head. Kept his hands out in front of him.

“You said you had training.”

“Yeah. I'm a detective. We… work in the dark a lot.”

“Oh! That's fantastic. I'm a detective as well. Or, I was in my old life. Maybe I could help.”

“Tell me about the book.” Robin began flipping through it in the glow of the blue lights. “I opened it and you… appeared.”

“Yes. The same happened to me a few months ago, yes. I… I was in 1937, Arkham Massachusetts. I was a private investigator and I was roped into a case involving ah, an entity named Shub-Niggurath.”

“Arkham?” Robin echoed. Some slight panic there Arthur couldn't place.

“Uh. Yes. It's a rather bustling city, not nearly as big as New York City but I had a private investigation business there with an old partner. I was sent this same book. I opened it and was possessed by… an entity.”

“An entity? Shub-Niggurath?”

“No. A… fragment of something like Shub-Niggurath, though he… he currently goes by John.” It was easier to gloss over details. “In… in Arkham, I passed away and I suppose… it was my turn to become someone else's eyes.”

“I'm sorry but Shub-Niggurath is a much cooler name than John.” Robin said. He set the book on the chair and typed at the keys. Some strange electric typewriter. Computer. Authur tried to focus. Robin hummed again. “You're in Gotham, New Jersey. It's 1986. You're pretty damn far from home, I'd say.”

“1986?”

“Yep.” Robin popped the p. He squinted at the screen before chuckling to himself. “What does the screen say?”

“Oh! Of course, I'm sorry. I'm not used to… seeing again. It says there's no file found for Shub-Niggurath.”

“Of course not. Fuck.” Robin groaned, leaned his head back. The chair was too big for him, his head barely touching the headrest, feet just brushing the ground.

“You said we, that we trained a lot in… moving in the dark. Who else lives here?”

Robin hummed in agreement. “My partner, he's been missing for a few weeks. You're connected somehow, obviously.”

“How so?”

Robin hummed again. Bit at his thumbnail. “He was on patrol a few weeks ago. His last known location was Stannin & 148th Avenue. The manhole cover he got dragged down had this symbol on it,” he tapped the book. “And plenty of blood. I've been digging through his old cases and I found this book. His tracker is off. They probably tossed his belt.”

“Tracker?”

“Jesus, you're old.” Robin rolled his eyes. “Yeah. It shows his location here.” Robin tapped at the screen. “If it was working.”

“And you didn't find anything in the sewers?”Robin shook his head. “The sewer system in Gotham is huge. I've been picking at it for days. But I still have… other commitments.” Arthur could feel his stomach rumble, the exhaustion that tensed his shoulderblades. Saw a half-bitten sandwich and a few textbooks, a spiral notebook neglected on the ground.

Robin was far, far below bedrock.

“Are you in school?” Authur tried. Tried what he wasn't sure. Some attempt at fathering, some attempt to build rapport, just trying to gather clues?

“Got a history essay next week. Hey, if you're from 1937, maybe you could help me write it.” Robin laughed but it was exhausted and hollow.

“That's a lot to shoulder at your age.” He was still in school.

Could feel the knot in Robin's throat. He sniffed, swallowed. The walls were back up. Of course. No time to stress, no time to wallow. Only to shoulder it and get things done.

“What's his name? Your partner.”

“Oh. Uh. Batman.”

“Batman. Interesting. Is that why you're living in a cave?”

“Something like that.”

“You mentioned going on patrol?”

“Uh. Yeah. We… we're a bit more active than the guys from the old movies who just sit at their desk and wait for trouble. We go on patrol to see what trouble needs to be stopped.”

“And Batman was on patrol when he went missing? He… found some trouble he couldn't handle?”

“Yeah. And… Batman can handle anything. Man, the shit I've seen him do…”

“Robin… how old are you?”

“Old enough. I get hassled enough by Gordon, don't you start too.”

Could feel Robin's thoughts flying around, buzzing and racing as he kept himself externally ice cold. He was worried – worried about the sudden weight on his shoulders, the upcoming threat, his father going missing and couldn't turn to anyone – just some boy alone in a cave trying to save an entire city.

“I'm… I'm here for you. If you need it.” Arthur said. God, a few months ago, would he have been capable of offering that? Too wrapped up in his own issues. His own grieving. Robin was so young. What would she have been like, at this age?

Don't think about it.

Robin nodded, scrubbed at his face again. Blinked away tears. “I'm fine.”

“We'll find him. I've investigated Shub-Niggurath. I can help you find him.”

[vroombeams]

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thank you!!!! 😭 hoarding these additional kudos like a horrible dragon creature!!!

let's do a landoscar wip this time to mix it up a bit lol

“Hi,” Lando says. His face is a jagged set of peach-ish pixels. It always takes a second for the connection to settle down, for Lando’s face to clarify enough that he’s not just a mass of smudges on the monitor.  “Hi,” Oscar manages back. His voice sticks in his throat; it’s always so telling, the need crawling its way up out of his lungs, greedy hands that’ve taken up residence in his chest. They want to climb out of him, over his tongue, his teeth, his lips. Reach across an ocean and a continent and maybe find the same wanting-hands stretching out to meet them.

wip procrastination game

[theinfinitedivides]

so much for not writing the fic

[capseycartwright]

tagged in seven sentence sunday by @littlespoonevan, thank u friend!

Eddie groaned, resting his head against his forearms, the wood of Hen’s table blissfully cool against his skin. It was soothing, really, a moment of relief in the midst of - yet another - crisis.

Eddie was sick of having crises. He felt like he’d been having crisis, after crisis, for years now - and it was sort of getting old, really. His family, his friends, would argue otherwise, would say they’re happy to listen to his thoughts and woes, but Eddie was getting sick of himself: so surely, everyone else was too. 

“It’s childish,” he huffed out the words, looking up at Hen. “I just - he’s my best friend. I like talking to him.”

Hen gave him a soft, gentle smile - the kind she usually offered before she said something life-changing. “Eddie,” she gave his wrist a squeeze. “Isn’t it the ideal to have your partner be your best friend? Isn’t that what everyone wants - to love their best friend and build a life with them?”

Eddie swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “I - I never thought about it like that, honestly.”

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[janebonbon]

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