#Just not in this chapter

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Posted the first chapter of my first fic to AO3!! Please do check it out!

this lifetime doesn’t have to be lonely (977 words) by cottagecore_raccoon Chapters: 1/? Summary: Aziraphale has just returned from his moderately successful time serving as Supreme Archangel in Heaven. While he doesn't regret having done what he could to protect humanity, he deeply regrets how his last conversation ended with Crowley. Unfortunately, Aziraphale believes that Crowley and all their acquaintances are better off without him, and feels that he doesn't have the right to apologize and reinsert himself into their lives. Join Aziraphale while he learns that he is, in fact, needed and reunites with Crowley before Armageddon 2.0.

Special thanks to @the-ipre for beta-ing it and teaching me how to post on AO3!

[waytooinvested]

Vengeance, Victory, and Undying Love - pt 6

Chapter 6 of my Supercorp fic in which Lena still creates something called Non Nocere to deal with her broken heart after finding out Supergirl's identity, but this time she gives the name to a different project. A more personal one. And now she’s coming for Supergirl.

This and previous chapters also available to read on Ao3

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The kryptonite was ready, and Lena had outdone herself, if she did say so herself. Now she just had to decide how to deliver it.

She strummed her fingers against the desk top, considering her options.

A kryptonite bullet fired from a sniper rifle through Kara’s window?

Use the spare key she still had to get into Kara’s apartment and hide it under her pillow?

Leave it on her doorstep in an Amazon delivery box?

Kryptonite stuffed potsticker?

But no.

The ideas were all either too indirect and risky (what if someone got hurt by mistake? Kryptonite might be harmless to humans, but a bullet was a bullet), or too undignified to be borne (a potsticker? Really?). No. This was and had always been personal, so it was only fitting that Lena should end things the same way. She would look into Kara’s eyes in the moment the kryptonite made contact, and know for sure that it was done. It would be a kind of closure. Catharsis even. The natural end point of all the simulations she’d cycled through over the past weeks.

Now it was decided she would have preferred to go immediately, but she knew better. A Luthor did not just rush in and hope for the best. In life as in chess, you had to think ahead and plan every move out until your trap was laid so perfectly your opponent couldn’t help blundering into it.

‘Checkmate Kara’.

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The night she finally chose was an ordinary Tuesday. Kara was alone in her apartment. Alex was asleep in her own home (Lena had made sure) and her other friends were variously out of town or engaged in other plans. Take out had been ordered and delivered several hours before so there was no risk of being disturbed by the inopportune arrival of pizza.

Nothing was going to interrupt them.

Nothing was going to stop Lena from having her moment.

It was time.

Lena knocked on Kara’s door – three quick raps, and then waited, bracing herself against the rush of loss she knew would hit when it opened and the subtle hint of Kara’s-appartment-smell wafted out to greet her. She’d only ever stayed over for the occasional post movie night sleepover, but somehow that scent felt like home far more than the purified air and expensive perfume that greeted her when she opened her own front door.

‘Lena?’

‘Kara. I hope I didn’t wake you’.

‘No no, not at all. Come in, please! I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve been hoping we could talk. Are you… okay?’

‘To be honest, no, I’m not’.

That was a lie of course. Well, so Lena told herself. Of course she was more than merely okay. All her plans were about to come to fruition. She was almost free...

‘Please, tell me what I can do to help’.

Lena closed her eyes. This was harder than she’d expected it to be, but she couldn’t stop now. Time to inject a little honesty then – Lex had always drummed into her that a good lie was mostly truth, with just the crucial falsehood slipped in amidst the distraction of candour. She hated to take anything from her brother, but she reminded herself that this time it was being used for the good of the world.

‘I just wish… I wish you could have seen past the Luthor name and trusted me’.

True, but calculated to get the response she was looking for.

‘I did. I do. I’m sorry I didn’t always show you that, but I know you’re not your family. I know I can’t take back what happened, but I would do anything to make this right’.

‘Do you mean that?’

‘I do, so much’.

She let out a shaky breath and took a step towards Kara, her fingers inching towards the wrapped bundle in her pocket.

‘Then I have something for you’.

The briefest hesitation and then with a quick, fluid motion she passed the point of no return, and held the pouch out to Kara.

‘Here, take it’.

Kara frowned a little and dipped her head to peer briefly over the rim of her glasses – a gesture Lena now realised was her trying to use her x-ray vision to see the packet’s contents.

‘There’s no point in doing that, it’s lead lined. If you’re trusting me, it has to be for real – no super-cheats’.

‘Right, sorry, habit I guess. I could never resist peaking at my birthday presents before I opened them either’.

Kara took the pouch.

Poor girl.

She was so predictable, in every way but the one that had really mattered.

Time to really sell it.

She smiled at Kara as if they were still friends and what she had brought was simply an order of potstickers (and oh how nearly it had been, albeit not with Kara’s usual choice of filling).

‘Well don’t keep me in suspense, open it!’

And Kara did.

She pulled the drawstrings of the pouch and tipped its contents directly onto her bare palm.

Lena watched closely as the kryptonite made contact with her skin, as her eyes widened in shock and she dropped the small lump of rock noisily to the floor, stepping back from it as if that would make a difference.

But it was too late for that.

It was done.

[incompleteninny]

The one-hundred and eighth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click https://www.kitfisto.gay/chapters/thea to read from the beginning, though it's a lot rougher than the recent stuff -- thankfully, the second draft is well under way).

Within minutes, the aid leads Waylon to a solid wood door. Walnut or oak or something — he doesn't know the difference. Brass fixings adorn its grainy surface, each reflecting a warped version of their surroundings. Knocking first, she inches the door open and peaks her head inside. Heartbeats slow; seconds pass like minutes. Waylon hovers behind her and tries to listen. Some words exchange, but dulled by the wooden slab between him and her and whoever is inside. Albert, most definitely. The thought of them flushes Waylon's face. He reaches forward, set to rip the aid aside, barge past, and— She slips her head out and eases the door shut. He recoils, letting his hand fall limp to his side. No. She doesn't deserve that. [...]

Unrelated image this week, but a hint that this kitty has so much more planned in the second draft. Plus she's just cute. Art courtesy of @binturong-draws

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[christadeguchi]

those!!! are!!! his!!!! tits!!! be gentle 👉👈

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[hinata-boke]

why is his smile so radiant

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[tiredpinkpanda]

DogDay deserved better, change my mind.

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[egophiliac]

crossing my fingers and wishing upon every star that chapter 10 finally brings us the tweel cards 🤞🤞

[pimientosdulces]

red dragon

[kbondoxxxxav]

they’re neighbors au

[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!

[bumblebeebats]

As much as i love Dungeon Meshi, i do think that given Ryoko Kui's attention to realistic worldbuilding there ought to be a companion series called Dishes Meshi where they spend 2hrs washing and drying and packing away. Alll the goddamnfuck dishes they just made