#I still don't have a title yet

[ir0n-angel]

Last Line Meme

Tagged by @crackinglamb (*bonk* 😘) and @theluckywizard. Thank you! 🌼

Tagging @madangel19 @ranaspkillnarieth @lilbittymonster @the-desert-dancer and anyone else who is writing something they’d like to share! No pressure!

Chuckles was easy to come up with, given how serious the elf had been up until the prisoner had made him snort out a laugh.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky~

Inspired from This post of @just-dol-headshots and this ask from @hakusins. Don't worry I'm still aiming for your ass Haku-Dean :) References and something under the cut

We all have to agree Bully Robin should have some softer and caring sides. When there's only them two and no one else is around to judge, he can let loose and slip back into that kinda of "Original Robin" we know and I love. I mean, that's what JDOLH made that got me into these swap messes from the beginning jsjkhskjhd you knowww the HUG!!

Reference: Barbie Girl (Aqua) and this cute ecchi Clamp Chobit piece

All in all I'm a pink bietch and Dollya won't be losing her V-card anytime soon that I can promise so hang in there okay mr.Bully.

edit: OMG THIS IS MY 1000TH POST TTOTT)) JKSDJLASKJKDLA

SELF-INDULGENT HERE WE GO

[cinamun]

Do I know you? | Next

[fohatic]

Tony Stark / "Human"

a fill for square K5 of my @tonystarkbingo card: "weakness"

[akimojo]

i just saw someone call ffxiii overrated like? what?? it's literally one of the most hated games in the franchise wym "overrated" 😭

[explodingstarlight]

the emo trinity is alive, well, and prospering in 2023

[journey-to-the-attic]

about that after-story i've mentioned like fifty times... the outline for each chara's part isn't at all set in stone yet, but can you guess from these preliminary titles what might happen?

i'll tell you what simeon's is going to involve though, just bc you definitely wouldn't get it from the title AND it's one of the few concrete plot points so far: he gets to go to a hen do

[pics-pizza-peace]

Back To The Future's Marty McFly Pony Cosplay pt. 1

[spacedkey]

the eternal struggle of reading webcomics/manga/manh(w/u)a that i think are really good but have cringe ass titles so i can't recommend them without someone doubting my sensibilities and taste in stories

[zorilleerrant]

Names are important, Phillip has been told. He studied that. He remembers. It’s hard to feel how important they are in the moment when all he has is facts and figures to back that up, but sure enough, there they are: so many names. So many instances in the historical record of people fighting to keep the name that’s theirs.

Phillip never had a name until he borrowed one. Some of the others did, before, but he was born into the program, and the Director was the only parent he ever knew. He was born with a file number, a specialty, a destiny. A part to play in the Director’s ever expansive vision, and he was jealous for a while, early on, of some of the children it let him play with, children with names, children with families.

That was before he learned so many names he would have lost his own among them. The Director knew that, probably. He always thought it did, but he always thought it would send him into a host that could accommodate him, one that wouldn’t cloud his mind with a vice that was never his. A vice it could have told him about, back then, one that might have made it just a little less painful to be a Historian, back then, back before he learned how to deal with it. Back when it was just constant screaming in the back of his mind.

It was easier, then, being a number. Numbers were simple. Numbers lined up. Numbers were what made the screaming stop, ordering things in rows and columns, keeping his memory chained where it couldn’t hurt him anymore. When he was a number, he knew exactly where he fit in, how to order himself with his fellow Historians, where in the stack to look for his work, his instructions, his missions.

Being Phillip, he doesn’t know where the hell he belongs anymore.

The historical record deals with specifics, a lot of the time. It deals in generalities more. There’s only so much the human mind can hold, even trained, even modified. And Phillip’s still human enough. Human enough to know a generality when he sees one: pets keep you company. Comfort you. Help you cope.

Pets are the kind of companion you’re supposed to name, so that they know you love them. Pets aren’t important enough to the flow of the timeline to come with pre-approved names, either, probably, usually. There are some. Enough to put his money on. He doesn’t think, probably, the kinds of names that racehorses and showdogs have are the kind you’re supposed to give a turtle.

There are names for turtles in the historical record. Franklin, Yertle, A’tuin, Merton, Donatello. Somehow, he doesn’t think any of those will suit his needs.

His turtle is female. This is important, in the 21st. Phillip still doesn’t understand why, but he’s been learning it long enough that the pronouns come naturally to him, and so: she needs a name. Because names are important, in this instance. She needs a name that’s meaningful to her, or, rather, that’s meaningful to him, so that he can project meaning onto her, so he can most efficiently benefit from their mutualistic symbiosis.

Ray says he needs a pet to get him off drugs. Something else to concentrate on, sure. It’s dark humor, he thinks, to name her Heroin, or Methadone, or Therapy. It’s dark humor still to name her after a plant that opiates are derived from, but it was different, then, under the care of the Director. When it gave him something – something else, not something that gentled the mind so effectively he couldn’t do his job – it stopped the burning like code scrolling endlessly across his synapses. He didn’t control the dose then, either, but it was less out of his control. It hurt more, but it didn’t hurt as much.

Poppies weren’t there just to derive medicines from, either. That was therapy of a sort, too, gardens prepared for residents to take their turns walking through, necessary to the optimal mental health of every human alive. Not that anything was really optimal, in those days. But he walked through on schedule every week, leafy greens shining in artificial sunlight, just enough to add a smidge of variety to their diets, when their lotteries came up.

The light felt warm on his skin, light sharp against his eyes like a billion sunrises across a billion lives, memories blooming like the flowers around him. He couldn’t see the sun directly, but he could feel what it must have been like, here and now, where he can feel the sun burning against exposed skin and hair whenever he wants. Warmer, brighter, but with the same sense of care, hope, too grand purpose he could never understand.

He walked through the garden every week, running tiny fingers gently against the bright splash of color, petals too soft for anything but joy. One species that might have been replaced a million times over, living on in the glint of artificial light, as if it caught his eye and winked at him. The weekly task that never felt like one.

Phillip can see that same spot of color in Poppy.

[vivi-scera]

was reading a gofushi fic the other day and it was so uncanny like the undercurrent of grooming was there very clearly but the narrative refused to acknowledge it? and even if it did it was guised as something romantic or silly. remember that time i raised you and now your romantic affliction is a reflection of my own tastes? silly of us colleagues on equal footing. and then the scene would just move on as if i hadn't just read a 2 sentence horror story. as if the grooming was a mundane part of the backstory/meet-cute as relevant as idk hair color. which is kind of slay actually. schrodinger's grooming up in here

[perpetualexistence]

*looks at how 307 words in the first sea monster post has transformed into 1288 words in the one-shot when I've just hit the halfway mark plot-wise and am still on the first draft*

...Yeah, I think choosing to make the other ones AU posts was the correct decision.

[stellamancer]

a snippet (kind of) - 

In your fear, in your haste, you nearly trip. But you manage to catch yourself, gripping your phone like it’s some kind of life line. Behind you, there's a loud shriek. You don't dare look back though. Instead, your fingers fumble with your phone, blood smearing the buttons and screen as you desperately scroll through your contacts. 

When you find the one you're looking for you slam your finger down on the call button as if it’ll relay your desperation. Normally, you'd probably hesitate to make this call, but this is kind of a life or death situation: you can't afford to hesitate. 

Otherwise, you might actually die.

There's another screech and out of the corner of your eye you see something move on your left side. Your gut tells you to move and you veer to the right, narrowly avoiding one of the monster's giant arms.  

You can faintly hear the ringback tone. Pick up, you pray. Pick up, pick up, pick up! A couple seconds later, the call finally connects with a click and you bring your phone to your ear, barreling to the left as the monster swipes at you again. 

On the other end you hear a chuckle. "Well, well, well, look who's calling little ol' me."

You do not have time for his theatrics. 

You open your mouth to tell him that, but the monster behind you goes in for another attack and it seems like the third time’s truly the charm, because this hit connects and sends you flying.

"Hello? Hellooooo?"

Your body collides with a building and all the air is yanked from your lungs upon impact. There’s a sharp, searing pain all along your back and your phone drops from your hand and clatters onto the ground. 

You cough up some blood and it splatters onto your phone. Gross. 

"Helloooo?"

At this rate, you don’t have time for posturizing either.

“....help,” you manage to say. To your annoyance, it sounds far more feeble than you intend for it to.

The other end of line is silent, then he speaks, dropping pretense as well, his tone completely serious. "What's going on? Where are you?"

[hyperpotamianarch]

All right. So, I had another PJO character essay in relation to my Bianca fic baking on my mind ever since the last one, so I guess I'll do it. This time, I wish to talk about King Minos.

King Minos is pretty much a straight-forward character: he's dead, he wants to come back to life through killing his bitter enemy. Sure, he'll scheme and backstab to achieve this goal, but this is pretty much his only motive. Well, aside from his weird sense of ownership over the Labyrinth.

His way to achieve his goal initially is manipulating Nico into trading a life for a life, then hijacking the process and reviving himself. Technically we don't know if he always intended to sell him to the Titan army, as that could be a last resort due to Nico losing his motivation for even attempting the trade.

In our alternative universe, though, he has the problem that Nico's motive is too fragile to begin with, as his sister is still alive even if he isn't aware of it. It's plausible that Minos is aware that Bianca is alive as a judge of the Underworld, in addition to the fact she's in "his" Labyrinth. Which leads us to the questions: why Nico? And could Minos potentially want to manipulate Bianca instead in this AU?

Well, Nico and Bianca certainly share parentage, which might be relevant. While we're told that trading a life for a life is possible, we're not told that it's possible for everyone. It's not impossible that it's essentially a special request from Hades ("you cannot offer your father a soul that will come to him eventually regardless. Besides, he is not keen on hastening his own son's death", roughly retranslated because I don't have the English version). At the very least, Hades needs to approve of the exchange - to a degree, as Minos still thinks he can cheat and be ressurrected himself. If that's th reason Minos stuck up with Nico then supposedly Bianca will fit him just as well.

But of coursse, that's not the case, is it. Nico has a couple of other parameters that make him more susceptible to manipulation: he's younger and he has someone he wants to ressurrect. We also don't know what Bianca's powers are, and it's not impossible that Nico, King of Ghosts, is actually more powerful than her - which jus makes him a better cunduit for Minos' ressurrection, if true. But we don't know anything about power levels and their relevance, and regarding Nico's young age and drive to attempt the trade - well, Bianca's amnesiac in my story. If Minos would succeeed in convincing her that Nico is dead, he could possibly drive her to doing what he wants... maybe. We really don't know if Bianca would've done such a thing to Nico. Maybe so, maybe not. And I kind of get to decide. But to be honest, Nico is already a step closer than her, so he'll be Minos' first choice.

So, what I think would happen is Minos will do his best to keep Bianca away from Nico. And since I need someone to direct Bianca somehow, I just might give this role to Minos. We'll see about that.

There are quite a few things further down the line that make it problematic, though. I don't know, for example, how Minos might be able to avoid Having Nico summon his sister. In addition, without the Iris-net messages... How would Annabeth and Percy (and Grover and Tyson) react to meeting Nico? Would they still attempt to convince him to give up on ressurrecting Bianca? Would they have a chance of success without being able to talk to Bianca herself?

I also have a slight problem with Minos I wish to address. Namely, the fact that after all that, after literally selling his boss' child to the Titans, he's still a judge in the Underworld! Guys, he literally supported a rebellion/the other side of a war. And he's kept as a judge? People like that are generally thrown to Tartarus and given appropriate punishment in accordance to their sin. Why in Hades would they let this guy stay a judge?

(I do have a weird excuse about how there might be two Minos spirits, one that is his immortal side from Zeus who gets to judge people and one who is actually a mortal ghost that didn't cross the Styx due to not having a coin and is now a restless dead watching over the Maze. However, that is a crack theory and makes as much sense as the theory I just invented about Kronos causing the regeneration of monsters by being cut to pieces in Tartarus: both are uncontradictable by canon, but neither is likely to be true.)

Thank you for reading, and have a good day!

[themarvelliteraryuniverse]

◇ Victoria C. McCoy ◇

-> She's a Pharmaceutical Physician. She's trained herself to recognize the scent of different illnesses and diseases to more accurately prescribe necessary medication without the guess work.

-> When she's not developing new treatments, she's the live in physician at the Xavier Institute.

-> She does not like being called the 'School Nurse'. She tells the students to call her Doc Tori. Doctori. See? It's funny!

-> She makes bad jokes and is more than fine if she's the only one who laughs at them.

-> Sweet tooth, explosive temper.

-> Doctor Who Nerd.

[beneathsilverstars]

was thinking about a wip fic i started reading recently and went "ooh i can't wait for the next update i wonder how much longer it'll beee" and then realized that i have been. ignoring my ao3 emails for several months bc i'm annoyed that i can't instantly recognize the fic author/titles yet (which is a self-fulfilling prophecy). so it could'vE ALREADY UPDATED!! and i can't even go check bc i don't remember the author/title -_-