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[weekly-scratch]

Sorry for the absence, Scratch nation… I’M BACK. Here’s one WIP and three old Docs for filler Ü

[kipzkitsch]

For Day 6 & 7 yay theyre hugging

@jonmartinweek

Bonus: live reaction of me finding out that john was canonically ace

[dykedvonte]

I think it says something that Jimmy absolutely destroyed the crew and ship in half the time Curly was captain. Like he couldn’t even get them past 2 full months before breaking down.

Like he really couldn’t be half the man he thought Curly was.

[uptownhags]

I really didn’t think anyone was gonna show up [to the Monkey Man screening at SXSW]. We were on our way there in the car and there was a queue three blocks down. And I was like, “is the Ryan Gosling film showing tonight?” And they’re like, “no, they’re here for you.”

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

every day i complain about how difficult the chapter i'm currently writing is to write, and i fear that this is it, i have finally hit a wall. writer's block has caught me and tied me to a chair to spit me in the face. and then i remember that i've thought that about every chapter i was ever working on. ever

[stephcassweek]

Welcome!

This is the account running Stephcass week 2024, and I’m Zel! The week will run from the 28th of October to the 3rd of November, using the prompts below. Feel free to do as few or as many prompt as you would like, and post the work on the day of the prompt.

Prompts!

Monday 28th: Rooftop tag/sparring

Tuesday 29th: Alternate universes

Wednesday 30th: Panel redraw/canon compliant

Thursday 31st: On the case/undercover/Halloween

Friday 1st: Galas/wedding

Saturday 2nd: Civilians/Metas (superpowers)

Sunday 3rd: Childhood/monsters

Rules

1. No AI: this is a blanket ban and you will be blocked :)

2. No irrelevant submissions: the piece has to be Stephcass centric

3. Do your best to submit things on the correct day (this won’t be strict though)

4. Tag @stephcassweek and #stephcass week tag on your post so that this account can reblog it. For fic, post the link here on tumblr with these tags.

5. Don’t bash anyone’s creation (goes w/o saying)

Look through the tags of #arts and #fic to see creations! I will also tag reblogs with the day number so you can look through! Reblog this post to spread word etc! Have fun and good luck!!!

There is now a discord

[nonetoon]

Caught-on-Tober Week 1: Party Decor! 🎈 🎉 🍰

1. Streamers / 2. Weird Balloons / 3. Photos on the Wall / 4. Confetti / 5. Party Favors / 6. Broken Plates / 7. Pet Costume

[the-immortal-restless]

If I had a nickel for every time I was emotionally invested in a nine-part story where I was banking on two characters kissing for the first time in way too long, I’d have two nickels.

[meirimerens]

do you simply email French colleges, and they take you in? no admission exams? no scores competition?

i mean i guess some people would prefer it go that way but can you imagine how much of an administrative bloodbath that would be?

in order to get into higher education in france you have multiple options. if you're going to specialized med, engineer, business, vet schools, you will need to pass an entrance exam. to do so, you might have to take a "prépa" [preparation] year, which is a bunch of privatel-run specialized classes which can run you some fucking moneyyyy and some students put themselves into debt over it. entrance exams are also done for most art school regardless of it private or public, such as the public one i was in for my first run of post-highshool education.

if you want to go to free public university like most (me included rn) do, in which you have a wider chance of getting into, you have to go through

which is the government online platform that regulates access to higher education. every french person who's had to use it (me included) will tell you it is the bane of our existence.

basically you have to put down your "wishes" for which branch in which uni you want to go. you have to add to them your grades of your baccalauréat [high school final exit exam] and to boost your chances a like. cover letter as to why you'd want to get in so so much. and then you WAIT. you wait for months that your submission be viewed by the professors (allegedly) of the uni you want to go to and they accept or deny you. multiple rounds of acceptation go around. once accepted into a uni, you can either accept it definitively or wait if another you you'd prefer also accepts you, with the knowledge you could be kicked off your first acceptation if someone accepts first if there are limited entrance spaces.

i know of plenty of people who were rejected from their first choice on parcoursup, and then had to fall back on a uni/class they were not that passionate about but still put in their wishes list because Parcoursup PUSHES you into high ed, even if you would have benefitted from a sabbatical, from getting a job, or from travelling. i always always say this. i can feel it in many of my classmates who were highschoolers last year, SO MANY of those people would have benefitted from getting a government grant to go travel across europe & chill for like a year. i know of plenty of people who were rejected from all of their wishes full stop because they didn't have good grades in high school. it's a goofy as fuck system which brings nothing but stress to high-school students who were (at my time) expected to study for the most important exam of their life so far alongside it (baccalauréat) [they might have changed the examination methods since i left like. 7 years ago man] and More Segregation in higher ed even if it was supposed to help with it.

even if you get into a branch with a very high acceptance rate (such as mine, who had like 90% acceptance iirc), there is a 30%-50% dropout rate for the first year only because it's so different than what you've done before.

tldr : do we wish email and no exams or score competition ? probably.

is it that way? goddess have mercy on us all No.

[elainarcheronweek]

Thank you!

We cannot even begin to express how thankful we are to all of you. Appreciation events are about coming together as a fandom to share and take part in positivity, and it’s moments like these that make this community feel so special. Thank you to all the participants—to the artists, the commissioners, the cosplayers, the editors, the creators, and the many supporters. Thank you for loving our favorite gentle flower grower and showing her such love this week.

An especially big thank you goes out to everyone for being so understanding of Tumblr's tagging issues; we hope we found everything in the end, but we know that some posts - from all sides - were tagged correctly and we still didn't receive the notifications.

Let’s extend this positivity going forward. We hope that as we wait for the next ACOTAR book, that we are able to be a more supportive, positive community. Please continue to embody Elain’s gentle spirit and her kindness, optimism, and hope.

Once again, thank you so much! We hope to see you all next year! Elain Archeron Appreciation Week will return in the first week of September, 2025!

Artist info below the break.

🌷🌸🪻🌼🍄

Art by @/star.speckle commissioned by @/cassianfanclub_

Art by @/lilyteg_art commissioned by @/emilysbookishtales, @/meganisfictional, and @/duskcowboy_

Cosplay by @/thefantasyholly photographed by @/georgiana_druta

Art by @/sen_verse commissioned by @/amandapearls

Art by @/pinky.kej.art commissioned by @/morgansecretgarden

Art by @/tpiolg_commissioned by @/ktbookishclub

Art by @/honeyypears commissioned by @/bookish.biologist

Art by @/morwenaert

Collage edit by silveryrosies

[a-writing-otter]

WIP Wednesday - Chapter 6 of The Redemption and Subsequent Death of Bill Cipher

“Am I— Did I interrupt something?” Stan asks a little awkwardly.

“Nah,” Bill, who recovers much faster from gaping at Stan like a fish, leans back into the bench before punching Pine Tree’s shoulder. “Kid was just heading out to go break windows or something.”

“Better hope it’s not these windows or [you’re] cleaning it up,” Stan tells Bill before reaching out, shoving the bill of Pine Tree’s hat down over his eyes. Pine Tree grumbles and fixes it before turning a far brighter smile on Stan.

“Your sister’s looking for you. Something about trying to make a suit out of glitter.”

“Oh. Great.” Pine Tree rubs his face and gets to his feet. “Thanks, Grunkle Stan.”

He goes to the door and pauses to look at Bill for a second.

“Just… you know, I think you’re right. I think things will be okay again soon.”

Bill’s brow furrows as Pine Tree heads back inside before he starts chuckling as he shakes his head.

“Weird kid.”

“They’re receptive,” Stan says as he takes up Pine Tree’s seat and Bill tries not to groan. “Not that you’ve made it exactly hard to miss that things are weird between you and my brother. I think the temperature in the room drops by ten degrees every time one of you walks into it. And I thought things were bad with my ex-wife! Ha!”

Bill winces at that, pulling a face as he leans forward to bury his face in his hands.

“Yeah, well, we weren’t even dating—“

“No, you two were just sucking face anytime you were left unsupervised.”

“Please, Pine Tree already got onto me for this. I fucked up and—“

“Summoned a demon, yeah, I heard.”

Bill’s blood runs cold and he looks between his fingers at Stan. …he’s not swinging, he’s not snarling, and Bill can say he’s almost positive that this isn’t Stan then.

“…and you’re cool with that?”

“What? Oh, no, absolutely not. I almost strangled you in your sleep when my brother told me.”

Billy, admittedly, feels a little better with that admission.

“He also said that you came to him to get rid of said demon.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t know. Taking over the universe is so last year.”

Stan snorts at that.

“You’re, like, really cool with that?” Bill tries again. “Don’t want to, I don’t know, punch me in the eye?”

Now Stan shrugs.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I think watching you walk around on eggshells, convinced one of us is going to take a swing at you or tell the Axolotl—“

“Axo— Oh, wait, no, you said it right.”

“I listen. I’m just saying, you know, you with your tail between your legs ain’t a bad look. Certainly makes me feel better.”

“…but, like, the whole breaking your brother’s heart? Trying to take over the universe? You’re sure you’ve got no murder held in your very large, very family-oriented heart?”

“Don’t go tempting me, Cipher, but… Ford’s an adult, you’re… maybe an adult, I don’t know, how do demons age?”

“Depends,” Bill admits, pulling a face. “Interdimensional demons live to about a hundred millennia or so, sometimes longer if they take care of themselves.”

“You said you were a dream demon though,” Stan remembers.

“Yeah, well, that’s a little more… complicated.”

Stan cracks open his pitt cola and gestures to Bill. He debates for a second before taking in a deep breath and sighing.

“I was born an interdimensional demon, a very precocious, adorable thing. Even though they’re relatively harmless, mostly brokers for deals made between species, they’ve got their own power. It doesn’t help that I was born… different.”

Bill’s voice gets soft, thoughtful.

“They tried to understand me, probably. They couldn’t though. A world full of two-dimensional idiots, they never understood what I saw, understood how I felt. So it was, you know, a little…”

“Othering?” Stan offers and Bill nods.

“Othering. Everyone adored me. ‘Special Billy’, ‘unique Billy’, ‘Billy who sees things no one else can see’.” […crazy Billy.]

Bill grips the bench a little too tight, knuckles turning white as he looks down at the ground.

“I won’t bore you with the sob story of a universe lost to a monster,” and maybe because it’s bad enough to admit it to Ford, admitting it to Stan who he still doesn’t trust not to come swinging at him is another thing, “but I ended up alone. I was drifting through time and space for, easily, a couple millennia. I spent a lot of time floating amongst the stars I’d stared at so long. I saw galaxies born, galaxies die; I saw nebulae explode and reform; stars would go through entire lifecycles in front of my eyes. It was me and the cosmos, so I guess I didn’t feel alone.

[teamdarkweek]

TEAM DARK WEEK 2025 BEGINS!

... well, in one hour for me, but that's alright!

Check the pinned here if this is the first you've heard of this. Post anything you've made for the week to #teamdarkweek or #team dark week, or you can tag me @teamdarkweek to participate in the daily prompts!

But wait there's more: there'll be daily polls, discussion questions, an ask list and an improv game all coming out for you to join in, plus for my own selfish desires: I'm opening my team dark playlist up for anyone to add to again - I love to eat your Team Dark related songs! All the relevant hashtags are on this post.

Yes I'm throwing a few bits at you, but the most important thing of all is this - remember to like, share and uplift people's work! Community makes this site go 'round, so no matter if you're bringing stuff to share you can always take part in supporting others.

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @watchyourbuck @hippolotamus @callmenewbie @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon and @jamespearce9-1-1. Thank you all so much for the tags 💕

Here’s a moodboard and a tiny snippet for the tsunami arc in Rival Firefighters 🚒 . I’ll be changing things up a little from canon in a what if Buck got swept away while saving people and didn’t make it back to the fire truck kinda way 👀.

Hold your breath, don’t let the water in.

Christopher.

Look for the light. Light means the surface.

Don’t breathe.

Christopher!

Light! Keep going!

Don’t breathe!

Hold on just a little longer!

ALMOST THERE!

Buck breaks through the surface of the water, gasping for breath. He tries to take stock of his surroundings as he breathes in lungfuls of air, relieved that he’s still able to. Water stretches out around him and goes so far into the city, Buck can’t see its end. Copious amounts of debris float along the surface of the water, and Buck knows even more lays beneath. Cars, trees, telephone polls, anything you’d usually find on the streets of Los Angeles was now submerged under the tsunami’s war path. Among the debris Buck also knows are bodies, people who hadn’t been as fortunate as him to survive the first wave. He prays to whoever is listening that Chris isn’t one of them.

No pressure tagging: @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @wikiangela @malewifediaz @loserdiaz @jesuisici33 @monsterrae1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @athenagranted @spotsandsocks @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss @try-set-me-on-fire @the-likesofus @devirnis @giddyupbuck @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @captain-hen @bekkachaos @weewootruck @nmcggg and any others who want to join in and share. All are welcome ☺️

[anotherpapercut]

I quit one of my 3 jobs and I feel literally sick with guilt over it

[ghostlycod]

“I have this scene in my head for my fic that I really love but i don’t feel like writing all of the other stuff to get to it.”

I see this comment like 5 times a day in fic writing spaces lol

a scene that you don’t want to write is a scene you don’t want to read. don’t write stuff you don’t want to read.

me, personally: wait until the scenes that get you to that first initial scene you were excited about are just as interesting as that scene too. it won’t be the first, second, or third thing you think of. if u have a scene you really want to write, write that, and keep writing only those exciting scenes that come to you. eventually you have a million interesting scenes for your fic and they become puzzle pieces for you to arrange and then eventually the strings come together and you realize you really do have an interesting way to get to that original scene, and you’re just as excited to write it, if you haven’t already written it when you were brainstorming other scenes earlier in the writing process that you didn’t even realize could carry your story like that.

[caramelmochacrow]

Day 3: Cuddling/Holding Hands

Warm Touch (3.7k words)

Kyoko and Shinobu join a tournament in a nearby convention. Yuka and Esora tag along, more interested in the stalls than the tournament. The crowds get larger, the noise gets louder and weather gets hotter. It makes Esora's head spin. Yuka gives her a hand, making sure the atmosphere doesn't get to her. It wouldn't be good if Esora gets lost or worse, faints.