#Very excited for the next chapter!

[monstrous-angels]

... Why do I suspect he was about to say "disposable".

:(

[out-of-the-blue-comic]

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Anton kidnapped Amy and left Nicky in the dust. 

And Anton's bullish behavior and remarks struck a chord for Nicky, making him feel useless. Poor thing... This booster vaccine I got in the middle of the week actually destroyed me, so this was a little later than I wanted... Well, hope you guys enjoy regardless!

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[sad-leon]

some finding home au incorrect quotes <3

thank you tea for sending me some of these in discord, and the last one was yoinked from a pm seymour video :P

Link to the au if anyone's curious

[karasukarei]

I am a simp for Ume-chan

THERE I SAID IT

(edit: changed the crop a bit)

i myself was shocked by how good he looked backlit

^ original full version

[bee-rosmyth-art]

Resting her chin against his chest- just below the bright cartoon-green of Ellie's clip- she breathed, tasted static electricity and sunshine. The lightbridge sound in his chest, the Aperture logo on his shirt and the bright stratosphere-blue behind his closed, contented eyes, the trick place at the nape of his neck and his terrors and his twitches- maybe these were his scars, like the pale lines across her shins and her arms were hers, the twisted skin on her back and her nightmares and her protective coldness and her fears, but none of it had any power to hurt her tonight. If he reminded her of That Place it was only with a wry sort of wonder, an amazement that the two of them could have come out of that horror as intact as they were, to have salvaged so much from so little worth saving and to have still managed somehow to arrive here, this dark, starry place of safety, the warm amber light glimmering through the trees, the sound of crickets and his hands, warm in hers, against her shoulders.

- Blue Sky, Chapter 11: The Oracle

Written by Wafflestories

[retellingthehobbit]

I'm on break this month! But the pretty-long next chapter of my webcomic adaptation, "The Song of the Lonely Mountain," will arrive on November 13th! Follow my blog here for updates :) In the meantime have a preview and a sleeping Gandalf. Here's a link to chapter 1 of this comic if you want to start from the beginning, and I'll see you all in a month!

[allastoredeer]

Blacked-Eyed Camera - A RadioStatic Fanfic Snippet.

The lights were too bright and it was making Alastor’s leg hurt.

Granted, the lights, themselves, weren’t the direct cause of the ache in his upper thigh, but their harsh brightness burned his eyes, made him sweat underneath the silk, red shirt he’d been dressed in, and was steadily drilling a headache inside his skull. The building discomfort throughout is body pulled his his attention to every other irritant as it made itself known. The sweat beginning to bead on the back of his neck. The sticky cling of his shirt. The dull pang behind his left eyes. The deep, throbbing ache inside his leg.

He fought the urge to dig his fingers into the meat of his thigh, to tear the pain directly out of his bones, and turned his face toward camera as a jaunty, bouncing theme song played through the speakers. Alastor leaned back into the soft blue armchair with a charming smile as Vox, seated behind his desk, spun around on his chair. He planted an arm on the sleek surface to stop himself as soon as he was facing the front of the set.

“And welcome back viewers to Vox 2 Nite,” he said with flourish, greeting the cold, black-eyed lens of the camera stationed in front of them with a dashing smile. His voice was fast and full of boisterous energy. Stimulating in a way to grab his invisible audiences’ attention and quick enough to force them to pay close attention to catch his every rapid-fire word.

“We’ve got a special show for you tonight, folks. Hell’s first, in-depth look into the catastrophic event that racked our beloved, damnable city. We at Vox News know our beloved viewers have been frothing at the mouth for the details, and we’re delighted to finally shed some heavenly light on the subject.” Vox’s expression became coy in a way that implied the juicy details of a tantalizing secret. One that he was all to eager to spill, if only someone asked. “But first, let me introduce you to my co-host.”

He turned to Alastor and the curve of his smile crawled up his screen in what could only be described as pure, vicious delight. Alastor forced himself to relax as he curled his hands on top of his cane, fitting them so perfectly around the curve of the microphone that it was if it’d been molded specifically to his touch. Which, in way, it had. It’d been a constant companion of his since his arrival in Hell, always in reach and always reliable.

He used it’s reliability to ground himself now. To keep his hands from grasping his thigh and squeezing the pain out of his nerves. He looked away from Vox, back toward the camera, and fought back a wince as the harsh lights bored down at him. His headache panged.

“Say hello to Alastor, the most recent addition to the Vee’s,” Vox introduced him. The emphasis on “Vee’s” is subtle. A faint press on the word that's barely noticeable, but Alastor saw it for what it was. An intentional jab. A needling reminder of where he was and who he was with.

As if he could forget.

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Just a lil snippet from the StaticRadio fic I'm working :3

[chloecats7-arts]

A Star

and have two more cause I didn't know which one I liked more

once again this is from Starblind by @dancingthesambaa

Clothes are so hard for me oqzhufeufeufbf

[stargazinyx]

I know today is Halloween, but it's also the 5th anniversary of Deltarune, so happy birthday Deltarune 🍰💖

✦ Likes and Reblogs are very appreciated <3

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER TEN POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[the-kr8tor]

Local woman is allergic to shutting the fuck up

And I still have 3 scenes left to write oof owie send orange juice and soup pls

[lavenderjewels]

they’re so cute. choso and yuuji’s brotherly bond is everything to me

[naffeclipse]

Do you have a set amount of chapters planned for Apex Polarity? Or are you just playing it by ear?? I just never want it to end 😩😩❤️❤️

I have 10 plotted but it might be 11 depending on how writing goes!

[desertduality]

Made this for myself so I could make sure things matched up when writing the next chapters but I thought I’d put it here in case anyone was interested :]

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[padfootastic]

hello! i am back with yet another…thing. thank u for the tag @lovelymasks <3 (i realised, upon second reading, that this was supposed to be a sunday snippet but i’m an idiot n therefore this is now a saturday snippet mwuah)

I think you should go to a Healer, Sirius. 

Why, he’d asked, flippant. What was there to do with a Healer when you were a convict on the run? Besides, Sirius was wrong in a way that couldn’t be made right. He was past the point of return. Healers would’ve barely known what to do with him before Azkaban, let alone in the condition he was in now. 

Because you look like a stiff wind will blow you over, Harry’d answered, though the answering flippancy didn’t quite land the way he intended because what Sirius heard was ‘Because I don't want to lose anyone else.’ 

What Harry didn't say, and Sirius didn’t want to hear, was ‘Because I can’t lose another parent.’

He quietly acquiesced after that. The trembling, hopeful smile growing on his godson’s face was enough to wipe away all apprehensions after that. 

Until now, when Harry was at Hogwarts, and he was second guessing this whole business. 

Did he really need a Healer, like, really?

One look at the mirror in front of him gave him a solid, sturdy answer. 

He was dressed in his old rags and it was a testament to the conditions of Azkaban that clothes from when he was younger, before hitting his final growth spurts, were barely just fitting him now. Sirius’ back was almost constantly bent these days--all days spent curled up in a ball seemed to have reshaped his skeletal structure, who knew--each vertebrae gaining a distinct notch in the column of his skin. His stomach was a fascinating blend of too small and too bloated. He couldn’t keep anything down, but he wasn’t able to eat much either. A mystery for the ages. 

Less said about his face, the better. Sirius wasn’t vain, never had any reason to be, but there was a certain…pride he’d maintained, a level of outward appearance that was considered bare minimum for a Black, a conditioning he’d never managed to shake off. 

It was that conditioning itching at him now, turning him away from any reflective surface before he could see his distorted features, grotesque and inhuman, staring back at him. 

And ultimately, it was that, he realised with a shameful sort of guilt, that pushed him to see a Healer. Not his godson’s pleading look, not concern for his wellbeing--but leftovers from an upbringing that he hated, his mother’s words he couldn’t stop hearing, his father’s sharp commands. 

Ultimately, it was his blood that made him give in, as it always did. 

further tagging @jmagnabo92 @soopsiedaisies @groundzero-v 💜