#catboy-jupiter

[suzukiblu]

some clark panic-adopts his teenage clones, please!!

“So everybody and their mother still thinks I did it, you fucking prick!” Thirteen hisses back at him protestingly. “I get in enough trouble for breaking shit as it is, you–!” Then he stops mid-sentence with a wince, his shoulders hunching, and glances back at Martha and Jonathan in embarrassment. “Uh. Sorry. Um–and sorry for, uh . . . barging in? And, uh–all.” 

“We did tell you to come by for dinner whenever you’d like, dear,” Martha reminds him, and Thirteen looks embarrassed again. 

“Um, yeah, but I kinda figured you were just saying that,” he says. “Like–you know.”

[lizhly-writes]

@catboy-jupiter

"We're in Yoo Joonghyuk's love cave?"

Han Sooyoung really wished he hadn't said anything now!

It was one thing to hear about a love cave, it was another to actually be in a love cave. Really, Han Sooyoung should have figured this out sooner! This entire area was way too photogenic to be normal! As a cave by the seaside, it was already going to be pretty, sure, but was a field of magical flowers something people normally saw in this kind of place?Of course it was some sort of super romantic love cave!

"Do you have to call it that?" Kim Dokja said. "You're making it sound..."

Weird, she didn't say -- but of course she knew this was weird. If she really thought everything was 100% normal, then maybe she would have calmly looked him in the eyes and told him to get whatever strange things he was thinking out of his head. It's not a love cave, she might have said, or even let's go back for lunch, bypassing addressing the issue altogether.

As it was, Kim Dokja still wasn't looking at him. The tips of her ears were starting to turn red. Even a shameless scammer like her knew how to feel awkward about this scenario!

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my December 18th post here; Cards and Coins (which was intended to be for @nejihinata's NejiHina Week today, until I got Very Sick this week) for @twyrewolf, @whimsicalmeerkat, @eriquin, @inevitablyuncertain, @catboy-jupiter, and @stonemaskedtaliesin, thank you!

Hinata smiled at him in welcome, and Neji leapt up beside her, careful to avoid the cloth and cards she had spread before her. ‟Hello, my love.” Hinata stroked his muzzle, along his jaw and cheek to bury her fingers in his ruff. ‟Good hunting?” Neji flicked an ear, whuffing, and licked her inner forearm. Hinata laughed, fingers curling deeper, and she bowed her head as Neji paced closer, nuzzling their brows together. Neji returned the caress, sighing into the loose fall of Hinata’s hair, then tucked his chin over her shoulder.

Hinata only hugged him tighter. Neji nosed her neck as he drew back, casting a look down at her cards, curious. Though Hinata had taken them up easily - she knew how to use them, though they had been unfamiliar to Neji; she must have learned in the time they had been kept apart when they were young - they were a recent addition. A gift from one of the pair of oni who enjoyed Hinata’s flowers and brought their own down from their mountains to trade with her. Neji shifted away, settling on his belly near Hinata’s hip, where he could watch. Hinata cocked her head, stroking him affectionately, and Neji glanced up, then pricked his ears towards the tableaux in progress. There was at the left of centre and just below, the Four of Wands - four tall staves draped with fluttering fabric and garlands, two couples dancing beneath - and at the right and just above, the Nine of Coins. Hinata hummed, ruffling Neji’s ears, then took up the deck once more, turning out the Queen of Coins - Neji’s tail swished as he lifted his head; he knew the lady it depicted, serene with a knowing look in her eyes, was Hinata. Even without the surrounding of sunflowers that was an incidental coincidence. She matched it on the other side with the Sun, and yet more sunflowers. Neji whuffed, settling his muzzle on his mate’s thigh.

[reallypheelingit]

drawing of lovely imperial gijinka duo Jupiter and Ramiel for @rabid-catboy !!

[nb-octopus-writes]

sanders sides soulmates AU, pls! ^^

Logan did not like his soulmark.

As a child, Logan had frequently insisted his parents regale him with the story of how their marks had formed, and how they had met. He had read every book their library had on the subject of soulmarks, on the various types that existed and what information could be gleaned from them.

He had speculated endlessly about just what form his own soulmark would take, up until he had turned fifteen and the mark appeared on his skin.

Now Logan had four dark lines on his forearm. He looked like he had drawn on himself with a thick marker, and he had gained no information of what kind of person his soulmate was likely to be, nor how he was to find them.

So no, Logan did not like his soulmark.

[madelynpryor]

i love making variations of my skin so have a st patricks day one :3

[aparticularbandit]

@catboy-jupiter - i made progress on one of the fsf prompts, and here are your additional words from witch hood fic!

Fay nods once, and her gentle smile fades.  Her gaze drifts to your baby sister, who curls up against the singular pillow in the cradle, and the blanket of leaves covers her again, set into place by one of the branches now attending to her.  She runs a finger along the edge of the cradle.  “Your sister,” she says as she leads you into the kitchen.  “Is she able to eat solid food, or does she need milk?”

@tamsinswriting - your words from monaca towa fic!

The closer Monaca gets to the cabins, the more she smells something fishy cooking.  Her stomach rumbles even harder, and that – combined with the bright sun and the lack of real rest – sets her into a foul mood.  She storms towards the scent of grilled fish, and on seeing Servant in front of a grill, she barks out, “You! Forgot! To! Invite! Monaca!”

(It’s easier to be mad than it is to be afraid.  The fear is still there, curled around her heart, but she can ignore it as long as she’s yelling at someone.)

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 1/1/2025

Staying caught up so far, possibly because the WIPs I got the most requests for (particularly 5 Years, which I started publishing this weekend!) are also the ones my brain wants to write right now. Sentences and Bead Flapjack under cut:

marble wall 2 for @balthazarusrex @skarabrae-stone

Hunter points to something in a large box. Luz picks a dark piece of cloth out of it, holding it pinched between two fingers like something gross. She says something Gus can't hear, and Hunter responds. Gus leaves them to whatever that's about. They'll tell him later, if it's important. He needs to shop for himself!

marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

She leads the way back to the living room, looking behind her several times to see that everyone is following. She stops at the body lying on the floor, staring down at it for a long moment. “Okay, so, I know you said you wanted to go directly in the ground, and I respect that, but can I make a suggestion?”

ones left behind for @eriquin @catboy-jupiter @zyrafowe-sny @sweetbeanma @aparticularbandit

@tamsinswriting

Eber crawls forward, trying to reach the beast's face without being torn to shreds. It's flatter than most avians; Eda does not have a beak like many feathered demons do. She does, quite clearly, have a full set of teeth. Several sets of teeth? Sharp. He hooks an arm around her neck. The feathers are long and thick here, nearly as long as flight feathers. Pulling them out would hurt her. Eber tries to be gentle, but, well. Holding a beast’s head still when they're trying to kill you is difficult to do gently. “You're okay,” Raine says. “Just drink this. We're trying to help you.” The beast jerks her head away again, and several long feathers fall out, some of them still ending in tiny droplets of blood. Shit. This isn't going to work. Eber tries to back away from the sharp teeth, and— Her eyes. Her eyes catch the light and reflect it back at him, pupils huge like a nocturnal creature in the dark.

5 Years for @wizisbored @kalira @whimsicalmeerkat @sarosthewizarddude @twyrewolf

@auburnlaughter @asha10100101010 @nonbinary-octopus

JUICE: hi dr cass i have questions … CASS: You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that. What do you want to know? JUICE: uh you said i'm supposed to explore how will i know what to do i don't think i know very much … CASS: Maybe you're not aware of it yet, but I promise you, everything you need to know is all in your brain already. Thousands of people worked very hard for more than a decade to make sure you were fully prepared for this mission. We’ll still be here to help as much as we can, of course, but you’ve noticed how long it takes to communicate with Earth. At some point you'll have to make decisions on your own. You’ll do fine. You passed all the tests years ago. [Article: Juice aces Callisto flyby test] JUICE: huh i don't really remember that very well like the information is there if i think about it. like part of me remembers zoomin through space past callisto but its like fragmented and weird like i was there and i didn't know why and i didn't think anything was wrong even though i knew it was impossible i wasn't awake then is that what dreaming is like? i guess if i could literally do it in my sleep it'll be fine next question: why? why jupiter … [Cass infodumps about icy moons and their potential for life] JUICE: holy SHIT you're a nerd

Bead Flapjack for @tildeathiwillwrite @stonemaskedtaliesin

Before and after photos, as usual. I... should probably have been using some sort of form to work around this whole time, I don't know how I feel about the shape of that crest now, but oh well. I think I just need a few more rows before I can split it into two points.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpuary Day 17

Whumpuary Masterpost

Prompts List

Prompts: drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 700

Tag List: (message me to be added or removed) @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

WIP Wednesday Peeps: @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @kidsomeday @catboy-jupiter @laneboyheathens

@aparticularbandit @violet-prism-creatively

CW: stealth, knife, swearing, blood, injury, black eye, bridal carry

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Killian was never as good at entering the dream world as Jas was. It was the case on Somnia, and it remained the case on every world they visited. He didn’t mind as much, he preferred being in control of his physical body anyway.

But in situations like this, he wished he could pass through walls as easily as in the dream.

Marcus led the way to the prison cells, one floor below. He muttered under his breath, peering around each corner. Whether he was talking to himself, praying, or just swearing was left to interpretation, but whatever Jas was doing seemed to be working, as they didn’t encounter any guards.

The occasional far-off yelling and running echoing off the walls, yes, but no actual, physical guards.

“I don’t like this…” Marcus hissed as they descended the stairs. “This is too easy.”

Killian’s grip tightened on the knife. “She’s good at what she does.”

“And what is that?”

Killian shrugged. “If there’s any method that Jas is consistent with, it’s that she likes to be inconsistent. I can guess, but I don’t know for certain. Let’s just say that the dream is very weird when it comes to physics.”

Marcus muttered something under his breath, but they reached the bottom of the stairs before Killian could ask for clarification. The detective peered cautiously into the hallway at the bottom of the stairs

Killian kept a careful eye on the stairwell as they moved past cell after cell. Most were open and empty. Others were closed, but he couldn’t tell at a glance if they were occupied.

Finally, Marcus stopped outside a closed cell door, right before the hallway made a sharp right turn out of sight. “Watch that corner,” he ordered, crouching before the door and narrowing his eyes at the lock. Killian obeyed, moving to stand where he could watch around the corner.

“They changed the damn locks,” Marcus muttered, “of course they fucking did.”

Killian raised his eyebrows, eyes darting between the detective and the other hallway as Marcus gently pressed the palm of his hand to the lock. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, without warning, the metal beneath his palm glowed a bright red, and he yanked his hand away right as the lock melted into molten slag, running down the door like wax.

“Could you always do that?” Killian asked when Marcus reached for the handle.

“Why else would the First Flame seek me out?” With those words, he pushed open the door, looked inside the cell, and immediately swore.

Killian inhaled slowly before moving to stand next to him. He suspected something like this, but how he wished he had been wrong. Jas lay unconscious on her back in the middle of the cell, though by the way her body was positioned, she clearly had been left there and not moved since.

The first thing he noticed was the blood. Dripping from a cut on her right temple, saturating her shirt from a dozen rips in the fabric and likely injuries he couldn’t see. Her left shoulder was possibly dislocated, and the skin around her left eye was red and swollen.

But her chest moved, she breathed shallowly, but still, she breathed.

Killian held the knife out to Marcus, who hesitantly took it, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other as Killian entered the cell. He hissed through his teeth as he knelt, trying to find the best way to handle her without disturbing her injuries.

“Fuck…” he muttered, “this is gonna hurt.” The first thing he did was drape her arms over her abdomen, in the hopes that the movement wouldn’t jar her shoulder. Being in the dream dulled most of the senses, but he knew she was aware of her injuries. Best he made this quick. Arms positioned properly, he quickly scooped her up, her neck supported in the crook of one arm and her legs by the other.

He slowly rose. “Glad you’re still alive,” he whispered. She couldn’t hear him. But he didn’t care. Killian glanced back at Marcus. “Let’s get out of here. Quickly.”

[meggiejolly]

WIP Wednesday (from January 22nd)

I'm really late, but I've finally written the sentences I'm owing for "Strabger Things Soulmate AU” from the WIP Wednesday game from the 22nd. For @allofthebeanz @catboy-jupiter @aparticularbandit @whimsicalmeerkat @nonbinary-octopus and @auburnlaughter. Sorry it took so long.

Steve was leaning against the wall, still hugging the toilet, but the puking seemed to have stopped.  “The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?” He heard Robin say from the stall next door. He leaned back to look up and realized she was right. "Holly shit. No. You think we puked it all up?" "Maybe. Ask me something." Robin switched to a terrible Russian accent that made Steve in spite of it all. "Interrogate me."  Steve chuckled and tried to come up with something to ask. "Uhm… When was the last time you peed your pants?"  Robin confessed it had been that day and Steve was pretty sure that proved, that the truth serum wasn't out of their system yet. The fact that he didn't argue when she decided it was his turn to be interrogated was probably another clue.  "Do you know either of your soulmates?" Robin asked and Steve groaned.  "Yeah. At least one."  "At least? How can you not know?"  "I know someone with that name, but they can't be my soulmate."  "Huh." Robin said and Steve really hoped she wouldn't dig deeper. "So what about the person you do know?" "I'm still getting to know her."  "So do you think she's romantic or platonic?"  "Romantic. The other name seems to be a guy's name, so…" Steve shrugged, not caring that Robin couldn't see him.

[suzukiblu]

the Last Son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon, pls! ♪(^∇^*)

(also, merry christmas/happy holidays!!!!! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆)

“It depends, really,” he says. “We’re mostly feeding either superheroes, staff, or people in crisis, though, so it’s not really a priority here.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, still looking embarrassed. “Um–right, guess that makes sense. I pretty much just eat at the canteen, so . . .” 

“Well, we learn something new every day, right?” Clark asks as he gives the kid another smile, because he really doesn’t want Kon to feel embarrassed about something so small and silly, and briefly wonders if “The Canteen” is a restaurant or if Kon’s spent time in some– 

Kon stares mutely at him for a moment, and Clark forgets what he was thinking. Something about the kid’s expression is–troubling, maybe. Or at least worrying.

[lizhly-writes]

@catboy-jupiter I bring you the beach episode!! mu qingfang's terrible romcom will be brought to you in another post :D

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"Just checking," Han Sooyoung said, sneaking suspicion in his mind. "Have you ever been to the beach, ever?"

Han Sooyoung could have sworn Kim Dokja lived in Seoul. If that was the case, then the beach should have only been a train ride away for her. It wouldn't have been hard to visit. But then again, Kim Dokja had no life, so who knew.

Kim Dokja made a face. "I've been to the beach."

"So you know what people do at the beach, right?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"So what do you want to do at the beach?"

"...It might be nice to go swimming," Kim Dokja said, sounding a little like he was dragging the answer out of her.

"Great," Han Sooyoung said. "Then go ahead and do that."

Kim Dokja didn't move.

Why was this so hard. Tell her about some cool scenario-breaking item and she'd gladly nearly die for the privilege of fetching it. Tell her she could have a nice swim, and it was like all of a sudden she was too good for everyday human things like enjoying herself.

"Okay," Han Sooyoung said, dragging a hand down his face. "What's the actual problem."

"I don't have a problem."

"You clearly have a problem. If you didn't have a problem, you would be out in the water right now. Instead, you're arguing with me about whether or not you have a problem."

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my November 27th post here; #14 - Sex for @eriquin and @catboy-jupiter, thanks! Realised this afternoon that this was on my very first WIP Wednesday post >.>; might be finally finishing it tonight, however!

‟Mate.” Kunimasa said with satisfaction, rubbing the small of Manami’s back, cupping his hip. Manami’s purring grew louder, his scent sweetening, and Kunimasa rubbed his cheek against his mate’s hair, tucking him closer. Kunimasa breathed deeply, a rough rumble catching in his throat. ‟You can’t possibly want to be fucked again already. . . Mm?” Manami mewled, arching and rubbing against him, and Kunimasa growled, kneading his ass. ‟It’s you, Masa-nii,” he said, lifting his head and licking at Kunimasa’s jaw, nuzzling, ‟I’ll always want you,” he paused, purring throatily, ‟I’m yours.”

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 5/2

its not me @somefishycat @catboy-jupiter @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @asha10100101010

“It’s alright, kid. You’re alright. We’re safe. You… I trust you, Nimona. You’re my best friend. You’re the best sidekick I could ever ask for. I trust you. And I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

They’ve done this a thousand times before. Usually after a nightmare. He reaches a hand towards her, and falters when she flinches back.

“You’re scared of me,” she accuses.

“No, Nim. Never.”

“You’re lying.”

“Well, would you believe me if I said I won’t let anything happen to you regardless?”

She stares at him, searching his face. “You promise?”

“Promise promise.”

the running iron @dreamed-for-not @tamsinswriting @hurricanebreeze @stonemaskedtaliesin

There’s nothing sentimental in it; it’s just the spot in the middle of nowhere he happened to get arrested in. The place fading into the dust is as interesting a thing to watch as any. And then it’s just desert. Scrub and squeaky wagon wheels.

A short while into the ride, Beetlejuice starts whistling. The guard whacks him with the rifle.

A short while after that, he attempts to start up a conversation about how they all came to be in this rickety old wagon. The guard whacks him with the rifle.

A short while after that, he starts to lightly kick at the side of the wagon from sheer boredom. The guard whacks him with the rifle. He wonders how long it will be until he develops a concussion.

In the end, the wagon driver manages to get him to where they’re going before the guard knocks him completely senseless, but it’s a close race.

nimona centuar au @twyrewolf @campfire-octopus @eriquin

“Nimona-”

“What? I’m just stating facts.”

“We both know you were making some deliberate implications, there.”

“And so what? Everything about knights is all about monster slaying, and they do police civilians. If there’s implications there then they shouldn’t be ignored!”

“That’s a very narrow view of things. You’ll understand that when you’ve been here longer. And hey, if you have such an issue with knights, maybe it’s a good thing you’re here. You can be the kind of knight you want to see.”

Nimona stares at him for a moment. “Oh, no,” she groans. “Oh, I’m not just stuck with a knight. You’re stupid too.”

from the back of a blood red mare @violet-prism-creatively @meggiejolly @sourb0i @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @rainy-weather-supremacy

She pauses her counting to listen.

“They did, yes. A redheaded girl, a red dog, and a red horse.”

Someone’s onto them, them. A group of someones.

Things are about to get interesting.

“Keep your eyes open. I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Don’t you think-”

“She’s a child. I’ll be fine.”

There’s the sound of someone dismounting a horse, and then measured footsteps approaching. Only when they’re all but stood over her does Nimona look up, pretending to have only just noticed. The stranger greets her with a winning smile that she immediately dislikes.

“Hey there, Miss. What’re you working on, there?”

netherborne @dreamed-for-not

Beetlejuice has concluded that whoever named blot fever must have been a massive nerd to think of ink first, because what Lydia has is clearly more of a ‘losing terribly at paintball’ disease. The doctor did say this was going to happen, the kid would get worse before she got better, but he didn't say she was going to look so stupid doing it. 

“You look like a nasty accident at the crayola factory,” he tells her as she slowly laps up broth.

[nb-octopus-writes]

requesting Not Just The Two of Us, pls :3

"I can do it!" Patton insisted.

"No." Virgil grabbed the last pillow off the bed and tucked it under his arm so he could use his free hand to steer Patton toward the door.

"I could have done it," Patton said one last time.

"Yeah, and you could have fallen down the stairs," Virgil answered, giving Patton a little push on the shoulder. "It's bad enough you can't see your feet or hold the rail; I'm not letting you walk off unable to even see where you're going either. I’ve got these two."

[dreamed-for-not]

WIP Wednesday Jan. 29, 2025

Five F's ch. 2

@oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @tamsinswriting @hurricanebreeze @auburnlaughter @catboy-jupiter

Even half crouched as he was, Beetlejuice still loomed over her. His every movement was slow and deliberate to keep her pinned right there, each giant paw carefully placed and ready to spring into motion at the slightest movement from Claire. He made that same rumbling growl that filled every inch of available air, this time adding a series of clicks that made it sound completely unnatural. The kind of thing you hear only in the middle of the night when you’re alone and know you shouldn’t go outside wide with a flashlight to investigate or you might meet something unfavorable. Or even worse, an unfortunate end that would earn you a spot on a Missing Persons poster at the nearby grocery store. 

And that was exactly the fate Lydia was afraid her fellow classmate was going to meet.

She gathered all her strength, managing to get her hands close enough together to get her nails under the edge of one of the roots Beetlejuice had conjured to hold her in place. Ignoring the pain of broken nails and stabbing splinters as she pulled the wooden cuffs free of one hand, the other and her legs were much easier once one was free. With their demonic command gone, the plants wilted back into the grass, harmless as any daisy. The teen lurched to her feet, trying to ignore the sound and feel of ripping fabric as she went. A Halloween costume was nothing compared to that of a potential loss of human life. Even if it was a handmade, historical recreation and the person in question was Claire Fucking Brewster. 

Free and vertical, she didn’t give herself time to think before she was charging down the hill towards the pair, dodging headstones and nearly slipping on the slick grass. Her only goal to stop this whole fiasco.

She should have been scared, terrified even of inserting herself between a demonic predator and its prey, but there was no time for that before she was inserting herself between them.

They're Freaking HORSES

@wizisbored @aparticularbandit @stonemaskedtaliesin @theembergazer @whimsicalmeerkat @eriquin @twyrewolf @somefishycat @rainy-weather-supremacy @tildeathiwillwrite

Congrats, you've all unlocked Handwritten First Draft Mode!

(There’s about 3 sentences missing on previous/next pages but I didn’t want to add more photos. Just believe me that they’re there!)