#and regularly reread

[rocketonthemoon]

12, 19, 22 :)

What is the first book you remember reading or being read to you: Being read to me was Fox and Socks or maybe Moo Baa LaLaLa. I used to make my dad read both over and over and over and over to the point where they're still kinda up there somewhere in my head (Luke luck likes lakes Luke Luck Licks Lakes Luke likes lake licks you get the idea) and I'm pretty sure I could front to back recite Moo Baa LaLaLa. First I have memory of reading myself is tricky. I remember reading a bunch as a kid and I remember the feeling of holding books. But at the risk of being TOO on brand I think the first one I really remember reading myself was a Pokemon Chapter book

Top five favorite books: oh jail. Jail for this question. Ok ok ok.

Number One All Time is The Princess Bride by William Goldman. Never has a book so concretely shaped my reading style, sense of humor, and made me want to write something like that book has.

The other four are less and more just general books that hold the dearest place in my heart:

Santa Olivia by Jacqueline Carey The Priory of the Orange Tree by Sammantha Shannon The House on the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

What book never should've been a movie: Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. Awful movie. Awful awful movies

[bumfuzzled-bee]

Frens !!

[aterfish]

Another "Guess that Artist" game in Haunting Heroes discord server. This time drawing fanarts for fics with less than 10k hits on ao3.

I chose amazing IRIS Log #1548 by @deadchannelradio!

Love this fic. "As buddies" got me. Hilarious and absolutely worth reading and then rereading twice. Or trice.

@arzuera thanks or hosting the game! @serxeri thanks for tormenting me! i won tho.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[auspicious-goblin]

yoshida akimi really knew what the girls wanted in the 80s & 90s huh

[casualavocados]

You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!

Amir Wilson as WILL PARRY HIS DARK MATERIALS 2.07 | Æsahættr —The Subtle Knife: Chapter 15

[themandylion]

surprise self-rec time! pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 🖤

This is lovely. Thank you for thinking of me!

The Conspiracies of Princes - JayTim. Jason just wants to get his cargo to Kandor, he doesn't have time to deal with this kid he found hiding in the wall of his ship. A SPACE/royalty AU with a lot of marriage, for some reason. This is the first JayTim fic I wrote and I'm still really proud of the worldbuilding, plotting, and pacing!

Rituals of Sacrifice - Jason&Tim (please make sure to read the tags!!). All Tim's friends are dead. That's okay—he is too. A super-fun boy detective story where Tim gets to team up with Robin to solve his own murder! Lately I've been writing a lot for the final installment of the series spun off of this fic and it keeps reminding me how much fun it was to write.

Pathfinding - JayTim. When Tim is ten, he gets saddled with a life-debt after a dragon saves him from certain death. Almost 20 years later, the dragon turns up on his doorstep with a proposition: Be his plus-one to a family reunion and he'll forgive the debt. Eeeey, it's a fake dating AU with a magical twist, what's not to love? Everyone loves a fake dating AU, which is definitely all this is. Definitely.

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

If we ever lose the Naph and Viktor story on the League of Legends site I don’t think I’ll ever recover. Please you can’t take them from me. Viktor and the child that hangs around his lab sometimes are so dear to my soul.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

I have opened tumblr for the first time in like 3 months and I just want to say thank you for all the asks and lovely messages whilst I've been MIA!!! I'm always overwhelmed by the love and support for my fics but idk this time it hit like crack. love you all and now my exams are coming to a close I hope to be writing soon. gonna answer some asks in the meantime whilst I have the energy. cute little life updates in the tags 🫶🏾

[isbergillustration]

cyberpunk 2077 fanart???? 👁️👄👁️

Yeah like this kinda stuff

[kriskukko]

Hello hello!

This is absolutely a no-pressure ask, but I was wondering if you had thoughts of making your 1816 story available for purchase whenever it is finished? I love the story so much and would be happy to purchase it if that became possible!

no pressure taken! honestly, i have not thought about this much (despite the question surfacing every once in a while), as none of the pages have been drawn or formatted in a way that took into account any sort of publishing, beyond the malleable internet pages where they live rn. perhaps one day we'll figure something out!

in the meanwhile, i dont know if collecting them to pdfs is anything? i have been entertaining that as a patreon reward, but i have not the foggiest whether that would actually be valuable to anyone (as they already exist, largely, for free on the website). i am painfully aware that would hardly satisfy the ardent wish to own beloved things in physical format, which i share in believe u me.

this probably isnt a very good answer at all, but it is all i got right now haha! to these humming and hawwing and fumbling tidings i leave thee now. oh and this frame from the upcoming comic update, because it is coming alright!

and have a great day 💖

[lazyveran]

Could I get a uhhh… *squints at the menu* Jinx burying or cremating Silco’s body?

you have chosen 'veran's interpretation of what a jinx mental breakdown would feel like, featuring dead dad number 3.' this was interesting as hell to write and genuinely challenged me thank u anon!!!

Dead bodies were waste. Big, bloated flesh things. Ugly, useless, so so useless. They took up too much space. In her eyes, in the street, in the inside too, deep in the dark thing that writhed around in untouchable—

Nothing ever stayed dead. Did it?

Living things were a waste too. More than dead things, sometimes. Dead things whispered, living things were big and loud and angry. Living things hit and hurt.

Jinx knows that. Has been that. Is that. The dead has no place. Useless. Like trash. The living always became dead. And lived again, as dead.

Nothing ever stayed dead.

An idiot’s prayer

Her first body was hot and fresh. A mothers face. Father’s disappeared. Gone. Bridge eaten. Her third down the end of a stinking lane, a rotting, a misface. Then her own. Then others. More— forgotten, as if she would—

Corpses weren’t scary. Never. It was normal. She knows what people do with them.

Jinx doesn’t know what to do with Silco’s father’s body. The last body had—burned? Burnt. Shimmer mangled and dead dead dead – her fault, always.

He was in his chair. She’d made it pretty for him, drawings like he liked. The ones she made for him. His paint blood was splashed with it, now. It was prettier. Worse. Neither. She can’t look. Looks anyway.

He was cold, now.

Jinx knows that bodies rot. Flies, maggots, the stench of decay. Seen them in the streets. Made them, dozens. Proud of that, when flesh was warm. Now, now, she—

Fishbones is heavy on her shoulder. It digs into her skin, cold metal. Cold like him. The eyes dead without the crystal. Silco father didn’t have his crystal anymore. Cold, dead, soft— not metal. Maybe—

She picks his body up. It weighs as much as Fishbones. Maybe Fishbones should have been red, like him.

She asks Fishbones. He answers.

At least someone stayed. Mylo hisses in her ears. A bullet shuts him up.

Jinx takes the body from the chair.

There should be a monument. There should be people in witness. No one should see her, her Jinx, no one should know but him, Silco, bigger and better and Zaun—

Vander had one, him in metal spikes, father’s face rendered and big hands around big pipes and what would Silco have when—

Sevika. She would know.

Jinx takes Silco father to the shore.

In the lanes, you burnt your dead. It was space efficient. The first father, the only mother, they were not burnt. Piltover took their corpses from their bridge to be buried in a shallow hole. Vander—she doesn’t—

Silco should be burnt. A true Zaunite.

Jinx Powder doesn’t know how to burn a body.

Useless.

Useless

His body floats on the waves, Jinx walks out with it. Where Powder died, here, in the waters. Where Silco had died. Where father will rest.

It was wrong. Right? What would Violet think of her, hugging a corpse, soaked in his ocean, shimmer mixing with the pollution in an agony wracking her body.

She doesn’t want to let go. Pain was evidence. Pain was a cleanser. How much did it do to her? All the purple purple pain and stupid grinning faces and that fucking woman—

Was she perfect? No, no, or else—

Silco can join his first death. Live and die and live again. Like Jinx joined Powder’s death. Wasn’t that what he wanted?

A face drifting in the tide. What was peace when his face was always a painting of a single thrash of brother given agony. Betrayal. Ringing knoll bell of a new death—

Dead. He was gone. Her fault, always her fault.

Someone is screaming.

Her grip loosens. The tide grabs him with invisible fingers, pulls him away. He should have been in his coat. With a cigar. She should have fixed his hair, done his eye, like he was particular about.

Jinx watches as father’s body disappears into the tide. Not burnt. Not buried. Jinx can’t do anything right. Or— Powder—

Fishbones speaks. Jinx sees her own face disappear with father’s.

Above the dark wash water, Piltover burns.

[figothynewton]

WE’RE BACK FOR SEASON TWO YALL

[aubreysmaturin]

WILLIAM BUSH | I BET ON LOSING DOGS

The quality is so bad but I needed to get this out of my system because mitski 🤝 william bush

[likealizardyousay]

y’all im sure the haunting of hill house show is great but from what ive gathered its pretty different from the book which is fine but it also means cant find any discussion of the book anywhere because the tags are filled with show stuff which is painful because the book is my favorite piece of fiction of all time and i desperately need to know if it affected anyone as deeply as me because man that book shook me to my core

[forgetmenautical]

“I Like Playing Videogames”, 2024, sharpie on paper towel