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[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Red's Robin. pt 1.

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2, hi I finished the first chapter :), spent way too long on it but Im happy at how it came out and fully intend on making more

@faeriekit since you were apart of that little conversation I assume you wanted to be tagged to, sorry if not!

Also the formatting may be off at the end, typing like texting is hard! I dont know how humans type other than me! And I've seen Tim typing like he doesn't know how to spell in fics before!

I hope you all Have a Great Day!!

Ao3:(to be added)

Tim sighs as he looks at his window sill. The small orange and gray bird that had perched on it stared at him through the closed window. Almost like it was asking him to let it in. But that's crazy! It's just a little bird, it probably just thinks he’ll feed it and that's why it's looking at him. But he’s not Damian and won’t adopt a wild animal the second he sees it.

It pecks at the window, and stares. Again it pecks.

Tap, tap, tap. It continues as if it's knocking. Tim turns back to his laptop, the Riddler is out of Arkham and has been suspiciously quiet. 

Tap, tap, tap. Tim doesn’t look. Tap, tap, pause. Taptaptaptap taptap tap. The noise doesn’t stop. Tim swings around and closes the curtains. And the noise persists, until it pauses. Breathing out a sigh Tim can finally make some progre-

BANG. The window shakes.

‘Did… did it just fly into the window? Can’t birds die like that?’ Tim peeks around the curtain to see the small robin-like bird shaking its head and turn to fly off. Only for it to slam body first into the window again. It takes a moment before it flies off. Tim opens the curtains and sees it quickly flying towards the closed reinforced window. He's able to open the window before it can kill itself and it rams into his chest instead. Which painfully sends him careening back onto his chair.

‘Ouch… it hits harder than expected…’ He looked down at the small bird that had moved down onto his lap, now that it's closer he notices that he has never seen a bird- robin(?) like this one. Its body is a light bluish-gray and slender with an orange head with little yellow markings next to its eyes, with tiny black legs with three talons. It stood barely a foot tall and its tail had odd white markings that vaguely resembled an arrow fletch. 

The bird adjusted itself and opened its wings, showing a white underwing, and flapped them until it was hovering next to Tim’s face. Small black eyes stare into blue.

“‘Chling!” it chirped and swooped up to land on his head, where it immediately started to peck at his hair. ‘Is it preening me? I thought birds need to trust a person to do that,’ Tim thought, his hair getting thrown into his eyes.

“Hey, stop that. Get off!” he gently batted at the bird trying to dislodge it from its roosting place, getting a stern peck in return. He looks at his laptop. He could just keep working but the bird would be a distraction. Damian might look at the bird, he had more information about animals than Tim did. But did he want to talk to Damian? Not really. He really needed to continue to track the Riddler, he's too much of a threat to be left unattende-

His stomach growls. The bird’s stomach growls. In a weird serenade the organs announce their mutual hunger. 

‘When was the last time I ate? When did the bird eat last?’ Tim thought, overwhelming hunger tearing at his abdomen and dizziness makes itself known. Ok snack then he can look into the bird and hopefully find the Riddler. His minifridge is empty, he knows that but still checks it -yep still empty, so he has to go to the kitchen. He grabs his phone from his desk and checks it.

9:49 -  Friday, June 2 - 26% battery

He still has about an hour and a half until he needs to get ready for patrol. He closes his bedroom door behind him quietly and pulls up the search bar.

‘What do robins eat?’

He's walking down the stairs, the search engine shows several articles, mostly about the most recent spotting of Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin outside Batburger with pictures showing the three with the fast food bags. Cass was there too but nobody saw her.

He adds bird to the search

‘Mealworms, insects, and berries. Steph ate the last of the strawberries.’ Tim reaches the Kitchen, thankfully no one is in there. The bird finally flutters off of his head and onto the kitchen island and starts hopping around. There’s no other ‘berry’ fitting fruits either. “Sorry little guy, I don't think we have anything you're interested in. Alfie would kill us if we brought any bugs in.” He speaks to the room and grabs his preferred snack, an Alfred made orange-cranberry muffin, and turns to the island. 

The bird is pecking at the banana stand. Tim had forgotten about the bananas, Alfred only gets them to brown for banana bread. Everyone besides Dick hates the texture, and the rest of the kitchen is always stocked with something else to eat.

“Oh I guess there is something.” he sets his muffin down and rips one off the bunch and peels it as far as he’s willing. He wipes his hand against his pants and continues with his muffin. 

The bird hops onto the yellow fruit and sticks its beak into the soft insides. And they eat quietly together. Tim watches as the bird snips the sides of the peel to open it up more. He pulls up the camera app on his phone and takes a picture of it when it lifts its head up. He then goes to google. 

‘Orange and gray bird’

‘Orange and blue gray bird’

‘Robin species’

‘Robin BIRD species’

‘Small birds species’

‘Thrush bird species’

‘Finch species’

‘Bird with orange heads and gray bodies;

‘Birds with white underwings and orange heads’

‘Birds with white stripes on tail with orange heads’

Nothing he searches comes close to the bird in front of him. He sighs and pulls up his messages, and throws away the muffin wrapper.

Demon Child:

lol lokat tis thig

Would you type properly, Drake?

no u

[Image of fletchling]

Unlike you Drake I do type properly.

What kind of avian is that? I do not recognize it.

Idk im ak u

Drake is that our kitchen? Did you let a wild animal into our home?

It was hungy 🥺

Aldo no one eafs the babfas anyway

I am aware of our family’s dislike of bananas Drake.

That does not excuse nor explains why there is a wild animal in our kitchen!

It wan ted insid

Kept hittting my windo

What did you use as bait?

My Good Looks

Drake.

IDK man

It jst wanted in

I think it’s hurt

Didn want you bothefing B over a ded borb outdid

So i open d the window

An it flewa in and won t leab

I won’t be able to look it over until I get home.

And that will not be for another hour. Keep it inside. I will look at it before I go with Father for patrol.

K

At this point the bird had finished with it’s snack and Tim had thrown away it’s peel. It perched on his shoulder looking at his messages to Damian. Tim took another picture of the bird on his shoulder and sent it to Damian and went back to his room. 

If anything, the bird seemed to like him, and he could use that to annoy Damian until he got home.

[danadaria]

The Words Between Us

@steddiebang2024 Project #095 Posting on October 02, 2024

Author: @DanaDaria l Artist: @cemeterylight | Beta: @altbadumm

Summary:

Eddie discovered he was in love with Steve Harrington years after he lost contact with him. It's fine, that’s just life. 

But all he needed was a postcard, a couple of letters, and some calls to fall for him again.

And magazines. Don’t forget the magazines; after all, that started it all.

↳ Keep reading below for a sneak peek!

The elevator stopped at floor 20, opening the doors to a lively place. 

The first thing he saw was “BEGINNERS MAGAZINE” in silver letters attached to a wall. He walked a little and then arrived at the open floor.

Pretty and stylish people were all around the room, some at their desks writing on their computers and others screaming on the phone. Some girls with robes and hair rollers were lounging around and some kind of assistants ran with their binders across the room. 

“Excuse me” 

Eddie stepped aside to let pass two giant clothes racks. So many clothes.

“Hi darling. Are you here for the photoshoot?” Behind the front desk an older woman who looked like Cher, smiled at him. “Because if that’s the case, let me tell you, you’re awfully late.” 

C’mon Eddie. You got this. Confidence. 

Eddie took a deep breath, stood up straight and gave her his most charming smile.

“Actually, no. I’m Eddie, and I’m here for the interview for Beginner’s new section.” 

“The new sec- Oh! Eddie, darling, you're awfully early. That’s next week”

“Yes, of course…” he continued smiling beatifically. 

Wait. 

“What?!” 

“Yes. Check my agenda.” Secretary-Cher raised a desk agenda that stated clearly and brightly in the month of June: “MON 4th, boys interviews 10am - 2pm” 

Eddie felt how the smile in his face became strained. This was bad. 

“I’m so stupid” he muttered, covering his face with his hands.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t beat yourself, it happens all the time.” 

“Really?”

Desk-Cher laughed hard, but looked at him with tenderness “No, sorry, but I wanted to make you feel better.”

Fuck his luck. This was so embarrassing. You can bet Eddie is not going to put a foot in this place again. Interview be damned. 

“Hey, Jules. Have you seen Luca? The bastard said he forgot his sunglasses on his car, and he’s not on the set yet.” A black man with pink pants and a golden shirt arrived. 

“If Anna it’s not on set, she’s doing her. If she’s there, then he’s doing some dust.” The secretary said sincerely. 

The man looked so done. 

“These brats, they never learn.” The man, then, noticed Eddie's presence. “If you’re here for the photoshoot, you are late.”

“Harry, no. This poor thing is early!”

“Early? Early for what?” 

“He mismatched dates and came a week early for the boy’s interview!” Jules said cheerfully.

Now the man’s gaze was full on Eddie. Judging his black jeans, his boots, and his jacket. Which, hey, it was a clean denim jacket, but you never know with rich people.

No. Eddie needed to get out of that place immediately. 

“Yeah. Don’t mind me, I’m heading out. And I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I’ll show my face in this place again, so you can reschedule the 12:30 slot.” Eddie’s instincts said he should shrink and run. 

And yes, this was an awfully embarrassing experience to start the week, but at least, he was going to leave the place with dignity.

“If you excuse me, Lady Jules and Lord Henry, this jester is going to abandon the palace.” Well, dignity under Eddie’s standards. 

Eddie turned around to leave the office when he heard:

“Kid, are you free for the day? If you can hold a pose and pretend to be a heartbreaker, you got a job for a day, and I can interview you at makeup.”

Eddie looked surprised at the man. He looked intimidating, but he could see it in his face… he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t joking.  

Eddie smiled wild. “I’m Eddie and I’m your man.” 

“I’m Harry. C’mon, this way.” The man took Eddie by the shoulder and started to guide him to the depths of the office. “If Luca arrives, tell him he can come back in 1997!” 

Julia gave her a military salute with her hand, but the man just rolled his eyes at her antics. 

“Hey, I’m not going to say I don’t appreciate the turn of events, but on a scale of 1 to 10, how heartbreaker do I need to look? Because I’m not going to lie, I’m super bad at that. 

The man snorted. 

“My gaydar can recognize other fairies in a fifty mile radius. Even if they are court jesters. That’s why I said pretend, kid”

“Oh” Eddie was speechless. It was the first time outside bars and clubs where a stranger admitted being gay to him. It felt weirdly empowering “Okay.” He smiled at the older man. “I can do that.” 

C’mon Eddie. You got this. Confidence.

[fatalitabii]

Onde estão as pessoas dessa rede social!?!?

[autistudyblr]

27.9 - lab work & maths

i had my first labs today! it was mostly just measuring things, learning to use the equipment and set everything out correctly. my lab partner was nice, and she's doing theoretical physics too!

we start maths classes tomorrow, so i'm quickly revising complex numbers, i want to know what i'm doing in case we're taught something new.

🎶 greek tragedy - the wombats

[zeyneppertem]

Güüünayydinnnnn☀️

[lletoilepolaire]

gel, ay karanlık

[momscrubsandmysteries]

Os “Cem anos de solidão” (1967) de Gabriel Garcia Marquez 

“A cidade dos espelhos seria arrasada pelo vento e desterrada da memória (…) as estirpes condenadas a cem anos de solidão não tinham uma segunda oportunidade sobre a Terra.” Assim acaba o livro, prémio nobel da literatura em 1982.  E eu, que o li sem saber do que tratava, na doce ignorância do que iria encontrar ao longo das páginas, confesso que demorei algum tempo a perceber o porquê deste…

[crookdeclipses]

This ask game was on your other blog today, but 🌩️ for Ada's fic?

Girl you know it <3

This is a toughie because there's not a whole lot funny in here lol, but I'll see what i can do.

OK I know I've shared some of this before (specifically the last line) but it's really the only funny thing I've written so far

"I know you were serious about coming to live with my family whenever I'm ready to, but what about your coven?"    Cem smiled.    "There's a song I heard once," he replied "it says one is the loneliest number," he sang the lyrics, ceasing abruptly to ask,"You know this song?"     I pulled my iPod from my pocket and scrolled down to my 1969 Playlist. "Harry Nillson or Three Dog Night?" I asked with a smile. I had both versions, though I knew he'd probably heard the Three Dog Night cover.     "I don't know, " he admitted, laughing. "But this song, it says that 'Two is the loneliest number since the number one'."     I nodded, waiting for him to continue to his point.      "Well the song is wrong: the loneliest number since one is three, if two of the three are a couple." He explained, his tone playfully grim.     "Ahh," I smiled. "I think I understand that struggle a little. I imagine it's worse spending a hundred years with only a young couple for company. Seventy years with three couples must seem like nothing to you."     "And you weren't the only one alone," he added with a smirk.     "Edward's never been exactly what I would call effervescent company," I sighed.

[arc-misadventures]

Can we have Jaune and Coco rag on Cinder for her outfit she wears to blend in at Beacon? Its not very good looking.

(Also is it offensive to have Coco do a gay disappointed stare?l

We Need To Talk

Cinder: Alright, we've got our uniforms, now it's time to blend in with the rest of the students.

Mercury: This should be easy enough to do.

Emerald: They'll just see us as any other student.

Neo: (Rolls her eyes as she fellows these three imbecile)

Cinder: Alright, now all we have to do is mingle a little so we don't stand out as a bunch of loners. Let's ming...?

Jaune: ...

Coco: ...

Cinder: Uhhhh... Hi...?

Jaune: You are wearing... a school uniform...?

Cinder: Of course I am. I'm a student of, Haven Academy, so of course I wear their school uniform.

Jaune: ....

Coco: ...

Coco: It doesn't fit her.

Cinder: What?

Jaune: And, yet... it does?

Coco: It's her face.

Jaune: Partly.

Cinder: My face, what's wrong with my face?

Coco: She looks too old to be a student.

Cinder: Old?!

Coco: But still, the school uniform does fit her.

Jaune: In the porn film category?

Mercury: Pfft!

Coco: Yes, that's why it fits so well! She looks like she's the star in a porn film!

Cinder: EXCUSE ME?!

Jaune: But, not the bland crap you'll find in, Atlas: Girl with pigtails being done in by the school jock.

Coco: Of course not! She has too much class for that! She is more like the kind you find in, Mistral. Where she seduces the shy classmate with a massive package, or is seduced by her teacher showing her how much of a daddy complex she has~!

Cinder: A what complex?

Jaune: Or, she's the milf seducing her daughters schoolmate while wearing her old uniform.

Coco: Nice~!

Cinder: W-W-What...?

Mercury: Piftails?

Emerald: Daddy complex?!

Neo: (Silent laughing!)

Jaune: Overall grading?

Coco: Seven out of ten. She looks good in that school uniform, but she doesn't look that good in it. You?

Jaune: Six out of ten. She just looks too old. Like five years to old to be in school.

Coco: Agreed.

Jaune: There you go, six point five out of ten. Congratulations!

Cinder: Thank you...?

Coco: So, lunch?

Jaune: Yes, I am quite famished.

Cinder: W-What just happened?

Yang: Whoa, that was close...

Cinder: Close?

Yang: Yeah, those two are part of, Beacons Fashion Trio. They judge everyone's fashion, and based on their verdict. You can suffer grave consequences based upon your fashion choices.

Emerald: They judge you based on your fashion taste; What do they do, say really mean things?

Mercury: write you a strongly worded letter?

Emerald: Pfff!

CEM: Hahahahaha!

Yang: They water boarded me.

CEM: HAHA-Ha...?!

Emerald: T-They did what?

Yang: They waterboarded me... for wearing fucking crocs.

Cinder: Y-You're kidding me...

Yang: By the gods I wish I was... So you lot better be careful. If you dress unfashionably... You will learn true fear...!

CEMN: ...

Emerald: The fuck is with these people?!

Cinder: Don't worry, I'm certain nothing bad will happen. Afterall we all dress fabulously~!

~~~

Cinder: BERERERE!?! GERGHERGHERH?!!

(Splash)

Cinder: Bwah! (Cough, Cough, Cough!)

Coco: A leather vest, a leather pauldron, grey tight sports pants, high heel shoes, and fingerless bicker gloves... What the fuck were you think that, that was fashionable?!

Cinder: It was just an outfit!

Jaune: It was a crime against fashion!

Coco: And, don't even get me started on the bandages you're using as a bra! Lady, ditch the bandages! There isn't even anything to show!

Cinder: Hey?!

Coco: Why are you even associated with this walking trash bag, Roman? I thought you had better taste then this?!

Cinder: Roman...?

Roman: Hey, she threatened me into working with her! I've been trying to get out of working with her cronies. You think I want to work with this slob!

Cinder: You betrayed me...?

Roman: I may have made a lot of money working for you. But, the threats to my, and Neo's lives..

Neo: (Smiles, and waves~!)

Roman: And, your plans to destroy, Vale have soured my moods to keep working with you. But, your taste in fashion?! That's too far for me missy!

Cinder: What?!

Glynda: She was going to do what? Roman, why didn't you tell me, I would have dealt with her?

Roman: Her fiery red dress was fashionable enough I let it slide, but this! This thing crosses the line!

Glynda: Understandable. Now tell me what it was she was planning, and I'll get you a plea deal, to avoid a lengthy jail sentence.

Roman: Deal!

Cinder: TRAITOR!

Roman: Oh, pish posh. I was never on your side to begin with. The only side I'm on was mine, Neo's, and fashion!

Cinder: When I get out of here, I am going to gut you like a...?!

Roman: Blah blah blah! Dunk her, Neo!

Cinder: Wait no!

(Spash!)

Cinder: BERGERHUR?!! DURGEHEREDEREDGUR?!!! BUDERDGHER?!

Glynda: She's holding her under rather violently...

Roman: Bitch melted her ice cream.

Glynda: A true monster...

[dottymsatomic]

I Can Dream, Can't I?

The way this man has a vice grip on me. I cant.

I've been a die-hard Fallout fan since the '90s, playing Fallout 2 when I was just a kid. Let me tell you, Like Jason Bright and his Repconn ghouls, my love for the series has skyrocketed again in the last few weeks.

I'm very green to this community, but you'll have motivated me to dip my toes into writing my first-ever story. I'm totally immersed in the lore of the fallout universe, so of course, I wanted to create something with a tragic back story and very lore involved. Here I am putting out the synopsis to see if you folks were interested.

( Chapter 1 is 80% done, so you'll wont have to wait long.)

18+, Slow burn, F!reader , porn with a plot

Please go easy on me, I'm just a cinnamon roll with dyslexia.

I Can Dream, Can't I?

Title based on the song by the Andrews Sisters. About a man who will never belong to the singer.

Synopsis:

Death is the law of the wasteland. Tragedies write themselves into existence daily, and you are no mere footnote in this tale.  

Born a rancher's daughter, daring to dance with destiny by falling for father’s ghoul farmhand, sealing your love in secret vows. But fate, that cruel mistress, had other plans.

Enter the NCR, promising a haven free from bigotry and the stench of brahmin shit. With grit and determination, you embraced their militant offer, transforming from a humble farmer to the epitome of valor, earning the esteemed title of Ranger in record time.

Yet, duty beckoned, tearing you from the sanctuary you fought so hard to secure. As you ventured forth, your heart weighed heavy with the burden of leaving behind all you held dear. Alas, despite your valor, you couldn't shield your loved ones from the cruel hands of fate, watching helplessly as everything you cherished crumbled to dust.

In the aftermath of Shady Sands' demise, you found yourself adrift, a mere specter in a world's background radiation. Your life devoid of color or meaning. Aimlessly wandering the vast expanse of the Mojave, you sought solace in dealing cems and odd tasks, your spirit as desolate as the wasteland itself.

Then, akin to a rad storm tearing through the darkness, a lone cowboy sauntered into your world one fateful evening. In a daring move, you extended an invitation, sparking a dormant fire within your very being. In an instant, the world shed its harsh veneer, while his mere touch felt like the antidote your hardened heart craved for healing.

[annabawritersdream]

Elenna "Enna" & Elerion

He's not really well developed as a character yet...but I love them together and plan to write many scenes about them in LOI. He's her brother, her biological brother, all that is left of her family. He's two years her senior and lived in Gondor for a whole twenty-five years without even knowing what had happened to his sister. He probably thought she was dead. And then Faramir and Aragorn summon him to court to meet her once Enna is told the truth about her family. Enna lashes out at them both (and rightly so, I think) and cuts Faramir off. She'll keep visiting her stepmama Finduilas, Elboron, Fae and Eradan, but Faramir will be cut off from her life completely. She'll keep loving him, but she certainly won't be around him. She feels utterly betrayed by both Éowyn AND Faramir and she doesn't handle betrayal very well. Contrarily to yours truly, she can let go of people very easily. Yes, she feels like crap about it, she suffers and cries about it, but she's VERY stubborn and once you lose her trust... well, there's not much you can do about it.

She will bestow several titles upon her brother but he rejects them all because he only wants her affection and his only wish is to be in her life in any way she wants. He was protective of his baby sister when he was barely a toddler and he's protective of her once he's adult as well. He'll marry Nîlubên, a cousin to Nûlbahar.

Faceclaim for Nîlubên: Leyla Feray (Ayşe Sultan in Magnificent Century: Kösem.

Yes, Elerion marries a Sultana.

A bit of info on their family tree.

Nûlbahar is Şehzade Orhan's half-sister as they share the same father (the current ruling Sultan) but they have different mothers.

For reference, this is Orhan (faceclaim: Cem Yiğit Üzümoğlu). He's one of the many princes of Harad—I think there's more than one—and he'll marry Fae, Enna's younger sister.

Orhan's mother is the Sultan's Haseki and legal wife, while Nûlbahar's is an ordinary concubine.

Faceclaim for Nûlbahar in case you have not seen my previous post about her: Nur Fettahoğlu

Nîlubên is the daughter of the Sultan's younger sister and technically is not entitled to the rank of Sultana since it's normally bestowed upon daughters of the Sultan only. Nîlubên is basically an exception. Her uncle loves her very much and gave her the title even though she shouldn't have it. She'll probably lose it when she marries Elerion, but I'd pick a quiet life in Annúminas as well. Plus, the girl is in love so she doesn't think about titles.

Sorry for the info dump, but I think I need it too as it is one of my ways of getting to know my characters. Stay tuned for more!

[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Danny's Evil Jaunt. It's Evil He Swears. Ignore the Charity pt. 1

Hi! its me again. I saw this prompt thing on @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 and it had me in a choke hold and held me hostage until I wrote it. Its where Danny becomes a supervillain using his machines instead of his ghost powers! Have Fun!

AO3: Here

EDIT: the text color should be fixed now I think let me know if it isn’t

“Hello Daniel,” Clockwork greeted Danny as he entered the Clocktower with wringing hands. The young halfa had been incredibly stressed ever since Dan, hiding any perceived negative emotion in his attempts of the best timeline. An appreciated thought and effort, however more harmful than the boy anticipated. Perhaps he should listen more to that sister of his a bit more.

“Heey Clocky, um I just-”

“You're worried about Dan.”

“Yeah. I was. I just- just want to make sure that things are still looking good y’know!” Danny said, arms flaring out to his sides dramatically. “I’ve been behaving! I haven’t lashed out at anything. Haven’t even pranked Dash or his friends!”

“Daniel,” Clockwork turned from the timeline he was observing.

“What’d I do?” Danny’s eyes filled with palpable panic.

“Nothing. However, suppressing your emotions will do nothing but cause harm to those around you and yourself. Come.” The shifting ghost laid a hand upon Danny’s thin shoulder, and led them to a small table that Danny wasn’t entirely sure was there moments before. There was a small tea set he noticed as the baby Clockwork set Danny in the comfy chair. “However, I think I may have a solution. A way for you to ‘lash out’ as much as your core can handle.” Danny’s eyes glisten in interest; similar to those stars he adores so much. “I will take you to a different realm, similar to your home, and you may concoct as much havoc as you wish. I will pause the time in your home so that you may continue your life as you want. All I ask is that you truly allow yourself to let your emotions run their course, else I worry for the future.” 

“What? Like a rage room? Like the ones that they give you a bat and let you go ham? That sounds cool…” 

“I suppose that is a fair comparison. I won’t allow any consequences to come  to you either. It is supposed to be therapeutic after all. All you must do is let me know and I will give you access to the realm.” Clockwork grinned, blue hands -now old- creaking around the teacup that he filled at some point. 

“You sure nothing  bad will happen? What if I-”

“Nothing of the sort will happen. If you need guidance I and others will be happy to lend you a hand. Though now that I have you here, how are your lessons with Wulf going? Have you successfully made a portal?” Danny perks.

“They're going good! I actually made one to come here. I like how Wulf teaches,” the half-ghost chimes, an airy quality unknowingly weaving its way into his voice. His Espernato is getting better the Keeper of Time notes, enough for it to slip into regular conversation. How nice.

They talk for a while after that.

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Danny stares at the small hole in reality, an adult Clockwork stands beside him and takes the first steps forwards.

“Beyond this portal is the realm where you may do as you wish. You may take as long as you like, and the consequences will not apply to you. Again all I wish is for this to be therapeutic. Your sister gave you quite the monologue, didn't she?” The old time piece drones, stepping to the side to allow access to the portal and gestures for Danny to step through. 

On the other side is an open field. The grass is yellowing in the lowering temperatures as the familiar autumn chill flows through them. Clockwork emerges from behind him. 

“We are close to a rather large city, Star City I believe, home to several heroes. You can open portals consistently now yes?”

“Yeah! Thanks again Clocky, this- this means a lot y’know” Danny stammers. 

“Of course Daniel. I am here to guide. Please let me know how you find your visit.” 

“Are you ever gonna call me Danny?” He only gets a small smile before Clockwork floats back into the portal - it closes- and he is left alone.

Danny turns and takes a deep breath in, and starts to think as he heads towards ��Star City’. What should he even do? He thinks hard before coming to the conclusion that, if he became evil by holding in his emotions, then why couldn’t he just be evil while feeling. Why not let his anger and disappointment and sadness run amok? After all, there are no consequences here! But he doesn’t want to be Phantom, as much as he loves being Phantom, he's so tired of the consent ghost attacks and being shot at by ecto-guns. 

The halfa takes a small break and sits by the dirt road he had been following, maybe it was time for Danny Fenton to do something. He was a Fenton! His parents built a portal to Hell in their basement using household Items, sure he wasn’t as book smart as Jazz or a techie like Tuck, but he could whip up something he's sure!

With newborn vigor Danny sets off again while drawing up his plans. 

A world where he could do anything he wants. The world is a big place. He wonders if Dani would want to visit.

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How are u today my sunshines!!?

Today was a cleaning day for me ;/ What did you do? I just started using Tumblr!!! Write me anytime and let's talk<33

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I fixed one of my old old Conlangs with the help of peope from my Discord server today! Arguably one of my first ones -- and made it... not suck. I think. I might tinker with the orthography more tomorrow but I am content with how it sounds for now!

The goals were:

Sound vaguely Norse & Germanic (and preferably more German)

Be borderline decipherable to English speakers -- kinda like how Beowulf is almostttttt understandable to us today!

Act as an intermediary language between my Ancient Language that I use as the root of some of my words AND my two modern languages, Nouveau Thuillean and Saegen.

Be rhyme rich to easily write poetry and songs.

Originally, Old Thuillean was nonesense words that was vaguely English and sounded Norse and Germanic. But it wasn't a very good intermediart language and certainly wasn't that rhyme rich.

And it was also just ugly to look at and sounded bad out loud. It sounded like what an American THOUGHT German sounded like without ever hearing it XD

I mean, look at this:

Ja yvjar, di ert saer og siec og siecles og siegsiecles cem lysfulons.

Gross. That says: "Last year, there were 1,111 green dragons."

Now, here's the new one:

Ot jathrsa ier, diar zara zaolr don colishe don zishe don thar die camlavh firnitian.

So yeah, the orthography needs a little work BUT reading it aloud already is so much better. Zaolr could be Zaulr and Colishe should maybe be Cauliche or Kolich and that "camlavh" is a little weird looking next to "die firnitian"...

Maybe "die Camlavh Fierhnaten?"

But the SOUNDS are correct in my head now. They are vibing together. It's definitely closer to German and still has some Nordic with J/Y sounds. You can recognize some of the words when I say them out loud. And it certainly rhymes more (or at least has near-rhymes!) -- colishe and zishe, ier, thar, and diar... 🥰

Now I can make my Sonnenreignen properly ☺️

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just to get a little bit of structure back into my life, under the cut you’ll find a  list of my drafts  that i’ll be working through for the next while. any writing partners are welcome to check  &  let me know if i’ve missed any replies over the past days or weeks. if you think i might have missed anything, please don’t hesitate to lmk because i probably have. i’ll be continuing  all threads  that are stated in this post  &  intend to get through them in the next weeks or so. if you notice anything on here you’ve lost muse for, please don’t fret to tell me. we could drop the thread, or i’d always be down to start something new  &  would be happy to write that for you instead  😌 if we write together  &  your threads / username aren’t on this list, it means i am currently presuming i’ve already replied to our threads. but if you come across this post  &  do remember me owing you, let me know as well and i’ll add it here!

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I do think I should go and see my sister's grave and the new memorial plaque thing before our birthday

I don't think I've been since I was like 8 or smth

My granny's in the same place now, tho a different section, so I guess I should go and see her too

Tho I think it's a pretty new place in the scheme of things, so I can't distract myself from recent deaths with genealogical ones, so maybe I won't

They're dead anyway, they don't care any more, not really. All I would be doing is upsetting myself.

But it's important that my sister has her name written somewhere now. It took 27 years for that to happen, I should go and see. It's important.

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I've been meaning to ring Aintree about my John Scarth for years, too - he's my grandfather who died in 1888, and his and his wife's stone has fallen over on it's front so you can't read it, but hopefully the writing is still preserved by not being out in the weather so much, but also idk when it broke apart so maybe not - I don't really think it's a good idea for me to go lift it myself, tho I could, cs it's still a working cem not like a historical one, but also I don't really have the money for paying someone to fix it, so idk

But the point is, I have a map to go see my sister now, so I should, at some point.

When the sun comes back a little bit and I stop crying at the drop of a hat, ideally.

Mum says we get 2 extra minutes of daylight every day, now we're past the solstice