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😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TELL MY MOM I WROTE ABOUT TURTLE DICKS. but i would also be horrified to explain the dubcon robot breeding porn.

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Stephanie Brown and the Trials of DNA Tests owo

Percy doesn’t even catch her name until after the battle, when he finds her helping an injured son of Dionysus after the battle, holding a busted celestial bronze dagger in one hand and a grim expression on her face.

Her name, he learns as he helps her move Castor towards the Apollo campers who are setting up triage, is Stephanie Brown.

She’s here fresh from her own war, in Gotham City.

And now? She’s here to help.

[wildwildwasteland]

A Tops Valentine's Exchange piece for the talented @butchzambo, based off their heartbreaking Boone Old World Blues fic (which you should absolutely read)

[zizygy]

Fivan Relationship + Backstory headcanons

@butchzambo helped come up with these

-Ivan is around 80 at the time of TGT. He was born in Fjerda and worked as a physician -Ivan had an otkazasya husband who was tortured and killed for failing to report Ivan as grisha -When the Druskelle step up their extermination efforts, Ivan flees for the border with a group about 20 strong. By the time they make it to Ravka, he’s the only one left. He collapses, injured and traumatized, practically at the Darkling’s feet. -Fedyor was a child spy, sent to fjerdan nobility with grisha sympathies. He posed as a healer, but in order to stay in their employ he kept their son (around his age) sick -their son was also the closest thing he had to a relationship -fedyor’s mission ended abruptly when the entire family was poisoned by rivals. He managed to survive with an indomitable spirit and his own corporalki abilities -fedyor has worn so many masks that he’s forgotten what’s underneath -fedyor smiles and jokes bc people feel more comfortable with someone who smiles. -fedyor’s favorite color is “the color of the sky” which he’s quick to point out is often not sky blue. Ivan’s favorite color is yellow -Ivan likes flowers -fedyor is constantly hoarding food and swiping from the kitchens and sharing w Ivan is a love language -Ivan has seen and served two versions of the darkling -fedyor speaks about five languages -when fedyor is assigned the darkling’s second bodyguard, Ivan hates him, especially because he’s never around for his job. When he complains to Aleksander, Aleksander tells him that bodyguard is fedyor’s cover, he’s actually the new spymaster (the last three died tragically) -fedyor decides that “flirting with Ivan” is a character trait he’s allowed to have and flirts relentlessly. Ivan thinks it’s the flirting that makes him happy (rather than Ivan himself) and does not realize he’s serious for a long time -after Ivan asks fedyor to keep an eye out for fjerdan treats, fedyor organizes an entire tasting platter for Ivan -Ivan initiates their first kiss. He asks fedyor if it’s okay -they have an insanely long slowburn but fedyor is flirting through the entirety of it -they hold hands on like day one and then it takes years to kiss -because they're both heartrenders they say shit like "you've held my heart in your hands, i trust you with my life" and don't think they're dating

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Last line tag meme

Last line tag meme - tagged by @chocochipbiscuit

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or the last wip you drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

He knew too much of that woo-woo shit now, against his will.

From my new Cyberpunk fic, Bird on a Wire. Vik Vektor getting tarot readings via text from his landlord and making Decisions based on them that will Radically Alter the course of his life, whoops!

Thanks for the tag Choco!! Haven't done one of these in a while.

Tagging @wildwildwasteland @catboyrights @salamanderpie @totally-not-deacon @ragedaisy @ghoulghostly @vcaudley @threewhiskeylunch @butchzambo @laetan @wishing4nuclearwinter @newvegascowboy

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Writing Meme

tagged by @butchzambo to share the last sentence of my last worked on WIP, and tag as many people as words long.

Ethan heard himself say "Yes, sir," as he stared down a peeling sunburn on the chief's forehead.

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I posted 7,790 times in 2022

That's 700 more posts than 2021!

29 posts created (0%)

7,761 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 623 of my posts in 2022

#acofaf - 87 posts

#acofaf spoilers - 30 posts

#a court of fey and flowers - 15 posts

#critical role - 15 posts

#yes - 9 posts

#ask games - 8 posts

#tlovm - 7 posts

#the legend of vox machina - 7 posts

#ct archive project - 6 posts

#hmc book - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it isn’t a westerner’s first time trying to revamp airquotes a religion of a preexisting ip if they’re not stealing from a non-white source

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

AT IT AGAIN LADS, got tagged by @kwamisalami

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

I won't be tagging people this time, as I'm in a writing hole.

The Five Times He Had to Engage in Purely Tactical Revision, While She Turned From a Fairy Tale

“I bet they could’ve made a plan, like the wolf and fox,” another of the children replied. “Enough people can fix any problem, yeah?”

Flannán was not one to jump at loud noises. But he felt...somewhere between panicked and...no that can’t be quite right-

-but she clapped a hand against her thigh and laughed proudly, entirely unaware of the tizzy the sound was putting him in, opening her satchel and taking out what looked to be a homemade biscuit (oh, he had smelled those this morning, he had thought them strange since they didn’t smell like the ones the kitchen staff made- that was one meaningless mystery solved). The druid gave it gently to the child, who eagerly bit into the snack.

“Exactly! More people need to think like that.”

Death of Winter

There is- there is another man that the others have been taking orders from. He shares similar dimensions, similar appearances, but you can tell by the way he holds his broad shoulders that he is not him. There is a pride to this new man that simply did not exist in him . There is a sense of-

-of invasion.

Lighting the Wick

“The story goes that you chose your people, who to give magic to. So...I’m not asking you to choose me for my whole life. That’s a big ask, and I don’t think.” She inhaled slowly. “I don’t think anyone would anyway? But um. I just need you to choose me for a little while, alright? At least until I can find a footing here. I don’t...I don’t want to kill anyone by apathy. If I can help...”

O' Neighbour Mine

But he knew himself. He knew his greed. His hand moved to a quill made of woven mothwing scales, dipping in ink of human blood.

“O’ neighbour mine,” he wrote in curling cursive. “O’ Luka of the Fairge…”

Illusion of Normality

His mom barked a laugh, giving him a one-armed hug. “I do. A friend once taught me that it was good to recognise how much your reach as a person extends. How much one should push. You can give a person water, but that doesn’t mean they’ll drink.” She hummed, her fingers playing with an old necklace, circular stainless steel with a piece of orange sea glass as the gem.

When they first realised their mom had this habit (playing with her necklace when thinking deeply), Nino recalled Mars theorising that it hadn’t been their mère’s necklace. “The way her fingers curl,” Mars had said, “maybe the necklace was another shape. Something swirly, maybe.” He replied slowly, “Sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for you until it’s gone.”

I was Broken; now We're golden

She looked up at him, eyes wide. “You-you’re not going to get mad for me asking that?”

“Stars, no,” Essek answered. “Has Sibil Tiria gotten angry with you asking questions?”

His apprentice nodded, and he mentally noted the sibil’s name down. 

“She-she said some knowledge doesn’t get to be told people like me,” she answered.

Day 12: Tooth and Nail

“From where did you steal thine gifts?” Ifrit asked in Amaljic (or so it sounded to her ears), hovering above her. He laid above her like a bored cavalry lizard, looking at her like she was something he was considering to chew on. “I cannot temper thee.”

“Sure, some folks are metal at their core,” Mahri drawled in Amaljic, “but you can’t make a fire harder or more elastic. You know as well as I that fire just is.”

“I suppose,” Ifrit replied. He lifted one of his claws (the length of one of his scimitar-like fingers was the length of her whole body and a primordial part of her mind reminded her of this, how he could so easily rip her in half) and put the very tip of it to below her right eye. “Where did thee get the spark of mine sibling, little coal thief?”

Do Something Crazy

“Oh.” Lillie started twirling a bit of her hair around her finger again. “Why do you hate your natural hair color? It’s very pretty.”

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8 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#4

:D

"That's ridiculous," he muttered, watching the street below.

Blue Belle snickered. "You love it," she summed up in a neat little pile of syllables, exposing him to the world. "I think it's homemade too." She squinted, resisting the urge to get closer to look, lest she scares the kid.

Down below the pair of them, in a sea of red-black Ladybugs and black-green Chat Noirs, a single sprinkle amidst the light foam dusting of yellow-black Queen Bees, Rena Rouges, and Carapaces, they could see a single speck of white. They had followed it quietly over the rooftops until it came to a stop in the park, dancing with its cardboard cane.

A child, dressed in a neat, home-modified white suit, with stitched orange underpinnings, lifted the top hat off their head and began to do magic tricks in the park, "finding" pieces of candy behind a few ears, cleverly taping pieces of candy to playing cards for tricks, as well as all sorts of sleight-of-hand.

"Their technique is sloppy," Trickster muttered half-heartedly. Blue knew this less to be an actual reflection of his feelings and more a phatic utterance: a thing to say simply to say, just to participate in a social ritual while the mind whirred on about how he truly felt about it.

She pulled out a goodie bag, wiggling it at him. "Do you wanna make their night?" she asked, grinning softly.

Blue didn't even have time to giggle as Trickster took the bag eagerly, playing a few notes on his flute to disappear a moment before reappearing next to the kid. She pushed the palms of her hands against her cheeks, watching in delight.

10 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#3

*trick or treaaaat!*

There were always expectations. Kagami couldn’t escape them, no matter what she did.

Show interest in art? She was obviously good to envision new blueprints and concept design. Say she liked a book? She must be an expert it in, no matter what.

Come out as a lesbian? Congrats, she was now expected to bring home a soft, demure girl.

She couldn’t escape it. Maybe to human is to expect Things. She wasn’t sure she liked that, truth be told. It was one of the things she liked about Plagg: while undisciplined, he would take everything in with an air of nonchalance. After all, one couldn’t be the world’s eldest hunter and not have seen enough to make surprises a factor anymore.

“Ey, Little Kuro,” he said to her one day, in the fencing locker room. “I’ve got an idea.”

“You are not getting the new cheese exhibit on a platter,” she answered.

“No no, but break a god’s heart, huh? Nah, what if you freaked your mom out by daring Speedy Girl. Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Kagami went bright red. “I…I will not date Alix for something as petty as freaking my mother out. Thank you.”

She had to discipline the instinctual adrenaline rush from her body reacting naturally to a destruction god getting in her face. He smiled. “You can multitask, can’t you? You can have more than one reason. Like she’s pretty or that you like her laugh when she skates-”

“Plagg.”

“-or that you like how her hair spikes up after she takes the helmet off or how she’d take turns being the knight to your princess and the plucky adventurer to your knight-”

Kagami groaned as she held her face in her hands, Plagg quietly chattering away.

11 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#2

Trick or treat >:3c

She clicked her mandibles together. "Gotta be perfect," she muttered, clever hands pushing and pulling DVD covers to and fro like she was a fisherman instead of a coccinellathrope. "Tonight's the night we can go to the movies and only tonight, so-"

Her antennae twitched as she heard one step, then two, in a rhythm she knew well, especially accompanied by the scent of old books and earl grey. "What are you scheming, tonight of all nights?" he asked, his voice a beloved tone of dead. "You know we can't get caught."

"I know!" she tuttered, clicking her mandibles together in an unhappy rhythm. "But- tonight, we can be in costumes for the human ritual of The Hall Between! Kind of!"

"Kind of," he chuckled, a shadowy hand gently patting the thin chitinous filaments of her head (imitation hair, he'd call it in the past). "I don't think I have the energy to fake humanity, even for the night."

Her whole body drooped, like a puppet unstrung. "Oh...I'm sorry-"

"That's why I set up a movie night in the basement corner." He gently twirled a finger around the upper curled bundle of filaments, curling it to make a third (fake) antennae. "Come on. Let's have a Halloween date night, shall we?"

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My #1 post of 2022

Felicette for your bingo game?

DOUBLE BINGO.

Would’ve been a triple bingo if Felicette wasn’t the one to put other people in the salad spinner herself (pour one out for Plagg, Number One Salad Spinner Sufferer at the hands of one Felicette Agreste)

Also this is where I shoutout @kronehaze for Felicette’s Chat Noir design, because oh my gods I love it so much.

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Tags courtesy of @butchzambo

Gathering a few more points of data for a conversation my mother and I had:

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31 and 32!

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

SO the funny story is I actually have done math for this. Usually I aim for 4k for stories. Totally Spyral! chapters are around 5k (fiends chapters were 10k. that was hard. XD)

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

Oh man I love a good juicy 5-10k. Generally I don't read things under 2k unless it's recced to me, and anything over 100k, I want to be sold.

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OC INTERVIEW

tagged by @thespiral (thank youu!!! <33)

tagging: @khanartist @deacons-wig @mademoisellegush @vaultsexteen @rocket-69 @butchzambo @sleights-of-hand and whoever else wants to do this :3 feel free to @ me if you do

Xavier Rosse

Nickname: Excalibur, "X", Xav Gender: Cis man Star Sign: Pisces, his bday is March 3rd (I THINK??? Xav baby I'm so sorry I haven't looked in the ancient texts in so long I lost the doc) Height: 6'0 Orientation: Gay Nationality/Ethnicity: Canadian [ig formerly? on account of the apocalypse happening and all?], Plains Cree Fave Fruit: Cherries 🍒and Blackberries, but really he likes anything if it's sweet Fave Season: Spring 🌺 Renewal and all that Fave Flower: Orchids 💐 Fave Scent: Wet wood, lilacs, and old books Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee, but it's a pretty close matchup for all three (if you could combine chamomile into a mocha and make it taste good that would be His Drink) Average Hours of Sleep: 3-5, he's caught in the 'night owl' and 'wakes up at 5am no matter what time he sleeps' torment nexus Dog or Cat Person: Both, but he's never been without a family dog Dream Trip: Sailing in a very small boat nearly anywhere for about 2 weeks because he needs a fucking break!!! followed by 2 weeks touring art museums ideally Favourite Fictional Character: ok this one's hard but I know he would own Eeyore merchandise... I also think he styled himself after w/e the Falloutverse equivalent of Capt. Picard would be Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Either a single huge, heavy quilt, or nothing. He runs hot but he likes that weighted blanket vibe. Random Fact: He loves driving and can drive pretty much anything, dirtbike, forklift, aircraft... he's also an incredibly good horseman, though after his family moved to Edmonton he then didn't get to use that skill again for some 100 years or so. (Also his namesake from The Wars had a horse motif).

also these are the only 2 pics I had on hand so the one on the right is by the wonderful @khanartist, pls go check Morris' stuff out for real

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I posted 2,137 times in 2022

87 posts created (4%)

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I tagged 686 of my posts in 2022

#goncharov - 38 posts

#unreality - 20 posts

#andor - 19 posts

#parahumans - 17 posts

#genshin impact - 16 posts

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#gg - 14 posts

#stranger things - 11 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#the additions are poorly explained in that they don't really get into how 'earth is hollow' and 'flat earth' etc are antisemitic/connected t

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Two Truths and A Lie

Fandom: Young Justice, Dick Grayson/Wally West Written around 6 years ago for the prompt “surprise” Read it on AO3 “My turn,” Robin said, grinning as he held up three fingers. “I read four dictionaries in their entirety when I was nine,” he said dropping one finger, “I’ve talked to seven world leaders, including the president of the United States,” and another one down, “and I once stole a bone from the dinosaur skeleton in the Batcave.”

The team began conferring. By the rules of the game, Robin only told one lie, but which of those facts could possibly be true?

He crossed his arms and smirked, satisfied that he’d stumped his team. They seemed stuck on whether or not there was actually a dinosaur in the Batcave or if he’d been able to read four languages when he was that young.

Well, everyone except Wally, who was quiet and looked supremely unsurprised. When the rest of the team were ready, they began guessing.

Artemis said the dictionaries, Kaldur said world leaders and M’gann and Connor said the Batcave because they didn’t believe there was actually a dinosaur in there. Wally said the Batcave because “come on, you’re far to goody two shoes to steal from Batman”. Everyone laughed and Robin admitted that he was right.

“But there is an entire dinosaur there?” Connor asked.

“I’m not sure I’m even surprised at this point,” Artemis deadpanned.

Wally shrugged, unimpressed.

They continued playing the game for another couple of rounds, though no one got quite the same reaction as Robin had. Eventually it got late enough that everyone retired to their own rooms. Well, everyone except Dick and Wally because Dick was on call and Wally was planning on crashing on the couch. It looked like he already had, except he looked up when Robin vaulted over the couch and landed exactly in the spot between the back and the speedster’s legs.

“So” Dick said, stretching out to lay on top of his friend, “you knew there was a dinosaur in the Cave?”

Wally turned on the TV and began channel surfing. “I wasn’t surprised to find out about it.”

“Seriously?”

Now he looked at Dick. “Dude, you grew up in circus before becoming the ward of like the richest dude around, not to mention you fight crime every night and have to actually remember to make sound when you enter a room, nothing about your life can surprise me.”

Dick frowned for a moment, then he grinned. That sounded like a challenge.

Wally, it turns out, was a really hard person to impress. Superheroes had been part of his world for almost as long as they’d been part of Dick’s, so none of Dick’s stories about Catwoman or the Riddler or Poison Ivy ever really phased him. They were entertaining, sure, and he apparently like hearing about Dick’s crazier adventures with Batman, but he was never surprised. So superheroes were out.

Unfortunately, as his best friend (and the only person he’d ever told his secret identity to) Wally already knew pretty much everything about Dick’s life pre-Bruce Wayne.

Which meant that Wally was right, there really was nothing Dick could say that could surprise him.

But Dick was Robin and he had a mission. He wasn’t going to fail.

“You know, I’ve eaten Alligator before,” Dick commented after they finished a mission involving Killer Croc, sewers, and a desperate lack of noseplugs.

"At one of those benefit things?” Wally asked like it was the most normal topic in the world. Dick sighed.

Dick tapped Wally’s leg with Penguin’s cane to get his attention. “Oh hey,” he said, face lighting up when he saw Dick, “did you hear about that new Call of Duty game that just came out?”

He didn’t even glance at the cane.

“Did you take a dip in the lake?” Wally asked when Dick zeta’d into the base dripping wet.

“Harbor actually,” he replied as cheerily as he could as his teeth rattled. “Bats and I got gassed and I w-woke up on a b-boat.”

“Areyoualright?” Wally asked as he zipped to Dick’s side, wrapped his arms around his freezing friend, then began vibrating to create enough friction to warm him up.

“Rope wasn’t very tight,” he said, already beginning to feel better. “Easy peasy to get out and swim for shore.”

“All in a day’s work, huh Boy Wonder?”

Apparently.

Weeks had passed and Dick still hadn’t managed to surprise Wally. Maybe his friend was right- once you knew about Dick Grayson, there wasn’t really anything that could phase you.

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#4

Please... You’re scaring me

Fandom: Young Justice, Dick Grayson/Wally West Written around 7 years ago for the dialogue prompt “Please... you’re scaring me” Read it on AO3 “Rob? What are you doing?” Wally said as he rubbed his physics textbook glazed eyes to see the young hero outside his bedroom window.

While Wally was never opposed to Dick crawling in through his window in the middle of the night (not like that, Dick is just a total night owl and sometimes takes Wally with him when he’s getting into trouble) he did have a test tomorrow and while it would probably be easy, he promised his parents he’d try to get some sleep tonight. Then again, Wally broke promises to his parents all the time.

He walked over to open the window and was startled to see that Dick was dressed entirely in black. While what he wore as a civilian changed drastically (his school uniform and suits when they were in Gotham, everything from tanks tops to skirts to sundresses and brightly colored scarves when they were anywhere else) he always wore the Robin suit at night.

‘You always have to be ready for an emergency,’ he’d say. 'Well you don’t KF, you’re pretty much always ready, but the rest of us y’know?’

Wally did know. Which was why he was so surprised to by the lack of the costume right now.

His surprise didn’t end there. As soon as the window was open, Dick entered the room. That was pretty normal. What wasn’t normal was the way he looked around like he’d never been in here before. And this wasn’t 'curious Dick Grayson exploring the interactive exhibits at the Central Science Museum’ looking around, this was ‘Robin assessing the threats and assets of a location’ looking around. It wasn’t the kind of examination that needed, or should be happening, in Wally’s bedroom.

When Wally took a step toward Dick, his friend’s gaze snapped toward him and regarded him coldly. “Uh, Rob?”

“Wallace West,” uh oh, that couldn’t possibly be good, “the Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.”

“Huh?”

Real smooth Wally. Definitely the proper way to respond to the situation.

Luckily, he didn’t have to really think about talking because instead of answering him, Dick just surged forward. Wally was a speedster, so he could have easily stepped out of the way, but whether it was curiosity or just plain old shock, something kept him rooted in place. Dick slammed into him and then pinned him against the wall, one arm braced against his throat. It didn’t escape Wally that his friend had to practically stand on his tiptoes to keep him pinned.

“Dude,” he said, feeling Dick’s arm press harder as he began talking, “if you think you’ve got me, you are so wrong.” And then he swept his leg in arc aimed at Dick’s ankles. Dick jumped over his foot, but that took the pressure off his throat, which was all Wally needed to use his speed to grab Dick’s arm and throw him to the side as Wally ran to the middle of his room.

Dick immediately spun to face him. He’d drawn two escrima sticks- something Wally had occasionally seen him practicing with in Mount Justice’s gym- and then clicked something that made small little knives shoot out the ends. Wally wasn’t positive but he was pretty sure that defeated the point of that particular weapon. Also Dick was grinning, and he was starting to get seriously freaked out. He caught himself stepping backward when he saw Dick advance.

He had to get out of this cramped little room if they were really going to fight. “Hey y’know, maybe we can just talk this out? Whatdya say, whoever is up there in that noggin? Wanna talk about it?”

“No one controls me,” Dick growled. He didn’t strike, but Wally could see his muscles tense. If he provoked him any more, he knew he would.

“Well, now I know you’re not my friend, because Batman absolutely controls Robin’s life.”

That was supposed to get a rise out of him. Instead Dick just cocked his head. He looked for all the world like he was trying to figure out what relevance that could possibly have to the situation at hand. That was very not good.

“If you hold still, this can be painless.”

Fuck.

“Sorry man, ’still’ isn’t really in my vocabulary.”

“I hoped to test my skills anyway.”

And then Dick lunged.

This time, Wally didn’t intend to stay still long enough for Dick to land a blow. He immediately jumped out of the way, running around and behind Dick. He landed a pretty solid kick to the back of Dick’s knee. Instead of getting caught off guard by his leg collapsing under him though, Dick just knelt on his good knee and spun, one escrima-knife arcing toward Wally’s legs. He jumped away and waited for Dick’s next move.

It was unnerving for Dick to be this quiet when they were fighting. Wally knew that it wasn’t really him up in there, but it was still unnerving.

“Those skills aren’t serving you too well right now, huh?”

Dick didn’t respond, just stood up and attacked Wally again. This time he was ready and jumped right as Dick came in close, using his back as a vault and landing on… a loose piece of paper. Wally just had time to swear before the traitorous psychics homework slid right out from under him, taking his leg with it.

Dick got up before he could and didn’t hesitate to jump onto his chest, one blade resting on Wally’s throat. He grinned. That was an expression Wally recognized. That was the ‘gotcha’ grin.

“Please Rob,” he said, and he could feel his voice tremble a little, god, his best friend was going to kill him, “…you’re scaring me.”

Dick pushed the blade harder against his throat and Wally felt a line of blood travel down his neck. The cut itself would heal in a negligible amount of time, but the threat remained.

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52 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#3

does the manton effect apply to an impossible burger?

54 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#2

anyway, excise judeo-christian from your vocabulary, it means less than nothing

67 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

andor is a show that is improved by being a prequel yes the specter of death haunts it

but so does triumph

82 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

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@butchzambo​  #i was born in 98 #and no one ever told me what 9/11 was #i live in america #i had to learn about it from hetalia fanfic

i’m sorry i’m fucking DYING that is. that is something.

As someone around for 9-11 and the "NEVER FORGET NUMBER #1 GREATEST TRAGEDY EVER IN HISTURY" response to it I am in thrilled and invigorated by the fact that younger people just make amogus memes and TikTok nonsense about it. A huge chunk of America cared more about it than any entire genocide and thought you would cry learning about it. They hoped it'd make every generation patriotically angry forever and ever and want to join the military. Instead you Photoshop the towers into squidwards house and shit. Never stop lol

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I got tagged by @v-eats-bugs to put my music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs it plays! thank you for the tag!

using my spotify wrapped for 2023 which is a good range of sampling from the uncountable number of playlists I listen to...

Corsican Mastiff Stride - The Mountain Goats

Home Again - Lucy Dacus (Carole King cover)

Waltz #2 (XO) - Elliott Smith

New Slang - The Shins

Welcome to Paradise - Green Day

You're Dead - Norma Tanega

Picture of my Dress - The Mountain Goats

Metal Heart - Cat Power

Saint Elizabeth - Kaia Katier

Bell Swamp Connection - The Mountain Goats

Okay I mostly listen to sad bastard music, and I basically had Getting Into Knives on repeat the last three months of 2023 while I was going through a big personal loss. Its still such a comforting album to me and has earned its place in my heart in a way no album has in years and years. It's funny that dominates my spotify because I also have it on cassette for my car and it was on any time the car was on (including just sitting there for...hours waiting for bad news. fall 2023 was rough y'all) so I listened to it even MORE than what spotify suggests....

The Lucy Dacus cover of Home Again is so good by the way, great cold rainy day yearning song for all your mutual pining needs.

@vcaudley @wildwildwasteland @thewickedkat @chocochipbiscuit @butchzambo @rocket-69 @cell-from-hell @catboyrights @totally-not-deacon and anyone else consider yourself tagged if you wanna

[sroloc--elbisivni]

ew????

-the entire bull fic, really, but most especially the hershey's kiss line oh my fucking god

-has two character types and they are ':3 murder? do a little murder? as a treat?' and 'look at this wretch of a man and despair.'

-only listens to the mountain goats

-plays fallout

[anneapocalypse]

Djdjdjdjddjdj welcome back anne!!!! There’s currently all kinds of rumors about people joining the site who refuse to reblog/make a bio/change their icon. I’ve noticed a couple of them following me so I can somewhat verify it’s true. Also you can pay $40 a year for an ad free tumblr or buy the official tumblr merch. Things are more normal than ever tho

Hi Zambo! Thanks! I feel like there were also those random blank or mostly-blank blogs with default icons cropping up, whether they were new users who hadn't customized, or bots, or whatever (it was hard to tell the difference). The more things change, the more they stay the same, huh? Premium ad-free is far from the worst idea they ever had.

At least they're adding some good features for everyone as well. Shortening long posts on the dash? Incredible.

[wanderingandfound]

#@people in the comments suggesting to play pathfinder instead: you are part of the problem (via @butchzambo)

Okay I know I said I was on a break from “D&D culture bad” posting but someone in a TTRPG facebook group I’m in got called a snob for merely suggesting to a “fellow” aspiring TTRPG *DESIGNER* to check out games other than Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition lmaoooooooooooooooooooooo literally Marvel fans but 10x worse