#lmao might write soon

[zelda7999]

Hey Zelda!

Sending good vibes your way and some questions!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

I'd share my fav line but it's for a chapter of Found Family Loading... that I will not share <3 Sorry! You gotta wait till chapters 12-14 :) It'll show up in one of those!~

What inspires me to write? If I am 100% honest, @lavenoon does I did not write this much before interacting with Luce, and I am forever glad I did ;w; Amazing person, fountain of inspiration, and a spectacularly brilliant and creative mind.

Ideal writing set up... Hmmmm... If I had a different house, it would be in a lil reading nook. One of those with the built-in seat with a window. Warm light pouring in, a journal and fountain pen <3 Just me n my writing!~ Or if I'm in a digital mood, replace the journal n pen with my laptop! :D

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 1

Okay so Big Huge credit to @stealingyourbones for letting me do my own take on their amazing eldritch Danny idea!!!! This started out as me just doing a drawing but then I ended up with a whole DPxDC fic that I'll be posting the part two for at some point!!! Anyway, here's the vague designs:

And here's the part one of the fic under the cut!!! :D (Edit: Part 2 is Here!!)

There’s a Lazarus Pit forming underneath Gotham. Normally, this would not concern John Constantine at all, because it’s Gotham, therefore Bat territory therefore not his problem, and honestly he has his own things to worry about. Unfortunately for him, however, the infamous Dark Knight has somehow gotten it into his head that he can do something about it and, Hell, he’d said it would be a ‘big favour’, which meant the man really must be desperate; had to have been in the first place, he supposed, to have even bothered with John in the first place. 

Still, he’d almost kind of forgotten what a huge mess any kind of favour for Batman could be, and thus, he now holds possession of a book that is probably going to get him killed. 

Whether the actual book itself wants to kill him is up for debate, but Constantine has read the contents of this particular Book of Summonings and nothing in here seems remotely safe. He’s absolutely going to be hiding this away somewhere deep in the archives of the archives of the Justice League watchtower with an incredibly pointed ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ on it once he’s done with this, but for now, it’s the only thing he’s got in the way of sorting out this Pit problem. 

There’s an entity that exists, this book claims, that keeps the balance between realms. ‘Closes doors’, apparently, and the doors the pages depict certainly look like a Lazarus Pit. This is brilliant news, obviously, but the book doesn’t describe the entity itself at all beyond that; barely any of the other entries are as vague as this, and that plus some of the frankly bizarre sigils he’s having to draw to summon the damn thing are giving him no comfort. The only remotely comforting thing about it is that the ritual doesn’t require any blood- which either means the entity is benign, or it wants something more valuable than blood. 

…Okay, maybe not that comforting, actually. 

But, before he can consider that maybe this wasn’t his best idea and backing out would be for the best, the sigils flare with light, and Constantine squints to keep track of the way they activate, desperate for any indication of what he’s managed to summon with that stupid book. 

His feet feel feathery against the ground, like they’re barely tethered by gravity and just waiting to float away, and perhaps the seeming lack of atmosphere is fitting with how dust like stars lift from the summoning circle, bringing with them intercepting layers of purple-blue-pink-white, galaxies and nebulae being peeled off the floor. It comes with a sound- something whistling, almost. Seeming hollow, between a shriek and a bell ringing, or maybe more musical than that. It seems to change every moment he tries to focus on it, as if it’s something his ears can’t really hear but his brain is desperate to process, painful to try. 

And then, the entity begins to form. 

Unnoticeably at first, a white glow drifts forming in the centre. It congeals as Constantine’s gaze finally fixates on it, layers forming like jellyfish trails, or flowers, or peacock feathers with runic circles at the tips, fading smaller and smaller as they reach the centre, and a thing akin to a body unfolds into view at the front, a centrepiece. A child’s image of a shadow in opalescence, a strange curving feature where a neck might be, and searing-green spots of varying sizes scattered along the space where cheeks and eyes could’ve been, fading up and down across the lower-half of the ‘face’ and into the ‘hair’. He barely understands what he’s looking at, but maybe that’s the point. 

The sound of a thunderstorm rings across the room, and the curve of the neck unfolds, and it’s an eye, and the tips of a thousand twisted, cosmic peacock feathers become eyes as well, if they weren’t always. They move, wavering, either lashing or flickering from visibility. 

“And what is this?” The voice is a kaleidoscope, echoing off and from every corner of the room, and when they speak, infinite eyes become infinite mouths, too many teeth barely contained by the edges of what seem vaguely like frostbitten lips. To have something even remotely human suddenly etch itself onto the entity is somehow worse than the parts he can’t comprehend. “Who are you, to have summoned me, and seem so afraid?”

Constantine wishes, maybe for the first time, that it hadn’t been an obligation to do this alone; he’s never wanted Batman or one of the Light members with him more than now. It’s a difficult thing, almost impossible, to shake off the speechlessness. It’s a wonder that it’s possible at all, with how the room seems to have been twisted into a vacuum. “I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

“The pits. There are many pits.”

God, this is creepy. “The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. …I heard you can take care of them.”

“I can smell its blood between the gaps of atmosphere, encircling. You, whose soul is bound in so many directions, who may be pulled apart like meat in time- can you sense it? Does it draw you?” John doesn’t know how this- this thing knows that, but he’s scared asking will invoke some kind of consequence, and more and more he’s wondering why the Hell he decided to do Batman this favour. He feels exposed. 

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

“Yes.”

“…Will you fix it?”

The chill is getting to him. Goosebumps are running across his arms like a livewire, and he’s never doing anyone a favour ever again. The entity makes an approximation of a hum, his ears shriek with whale song and stars, and after a pause, everything switching up and down on itself, the peacock eyes form into huge, reaching hands. For a second, Constantine’s whole body freezes with terror, because he’s petrified the thing’s going to grab him, but then the arms tumble phasing into the ground, and the green spots on their ‘face’ flare with a supernova glow and they make another piercing noise, chiming or trilling. 

A long moment later, the hands slowly return to the entity’s back, and fade into the peacock feathers or jellyfish bells or whatever they were before, blinking at him. “It is gone.”

“Uh… cheers?”

“It will not return, but this place shall see its dead for some time. Try not to look.”

This is maybe the worst day of Constantine’s life. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“That is up to you.” They say, and though the eyes that appear briefly between sentences bely or reveal no expression, it feels scrutinising. “What is it that closes doors? Is it alive?”

He hates riddles. He hates riddles and he hates cosmic horrors and he hates eldritch entities and he hates Batman for getting him to agree to this horrible favour. He wants to go back to the House of Mystery and pass out for long enough that this whole thing becomes a dream. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“I know of your Bat.” 

Oh dear. Constantine’s stomach sinks like a shipwreck into the Mariana Trench, but the entity moves on like they’d never even said it. “I will recede, and find you in time, perhaps both. You will know when I am coming, and I will find my recompense.”

And just like that, their whole form shimmers into clouds and pearls and smoke and mirrors, and they fade back into the runes that summoned them like tap water down the drain. The galaxies they’d formulated within the confines of the room fold back in on themselves and turn to whispers and then nothing, but the feeling persists on his skin long after weight has settled back onto his bones. He hadn’t known a thing like that existed until now. He doesn’t know what it can do, doesn’t know how all-encompassing it truly is. 

And he owes it a favour. 

Crap. 

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday 🎄

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 💖

wasn't sure about posting this bc I don't wanna share like everything I have so far but it's fuck it friday so fuck it lol I'm too excited to keep it to myself haha - here's more of the christmas fic and the main idea behind it (I said it's gonna be mostly silly and fluffy and I promise it will be, just gotta add a little more sad while buck talks about his childhood lol)

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His eyes don’t leave the screen, while Eddie’s are glued to Buck’s face. “Well, there’s a lot of things I always wanted to do with my family on Christmas, but never got to.” his voice gets even quieter. “But there’s one thing in particular. I, uh, that’s so stupid.” he chuckles quietly, then nods to the screen, where a kid is opening a gift with a bright smile, his family surrounding him. “I wanted this.” he admits quietly, as if embarrassed. He never told Eddie much about his life growing up, but based on everything Eddie knows about his parents, he can imagine it wasn’t great. He never asked, not wanting to pry, but now Eddie wonders what Buck’s Christmas must’ve looked like, especially after Maddie moved out. He must’ve been miserable, and Eddie’s heart is breaking just at the thought.

“It’s not stupid to want a happy holiday with a loving family.” he says softly, carefully. Buck shakes his head, the red in his cheeks now visible despite the dark.

“I mean, that too, I- I never got this, and I always wished- but not just that.” another shake of his head. “I mean, the sweaters.” he mutters under his breath.

“Christmas sweaters?” Eddie asks, not sure if he heard right, just because of how quiet Buck said it.

“I know, it’s dumb. I just always imagined sitting around in matching sweaters, as a family, taking pictures, looking like we belong together, like I- like I belong.” he adds, turning his head away, so Eddie can’t see his face. Eddie reaches his hand further, touching Buck’s shoulder.

“They couldn’t give you matching Christmas sweaters?” he asks incredulously, fighting not to raise his voice.

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[fruitybashir]

briefly interrupting the radio silence for some random lesbokris snippets

[veggieharumaki]

i am altered

fun messy portrait of dream

[yourlocaltiredartist]

Some Broken Bonds stuff, plus doodles:

Splinter taught Raph how to knit when he was very young. Raph loved it, and continued to learn all about knitting, sewing, etc. This spiralled into a love of sewing and textiles. It was also something he and Splinter could spend time doing together, and still is.

It's now Raph's main hobby, and he often adjusts or makes clothes for himself and the rest of his family (bc yknow. shells and stuff). One of these things is Donnie's favourite hoodie that he often wears off missions.

(more info in my pinned post)

[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

Me? Starting a new fic? It’s more likely than you think 🤭 also this is fully not at all 6 sentences but I wanted to share this whole interaction so. You’re welcome for the bonus content. (I did 6 short paragraphs though so it’s still 6 something <3)

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Dame groaned, head falling to the side to rest on Tia’s shoulder. “You know I adore Hannah but do we have to? I wanted a night for just us.” Dame looked up at her through dark lashes as best as she could without moving her head.

Tia laughed, shifting to put her plate on the counter so she could card her fingers through Dame’s soft blonde tresses. “We’re roommates, Dada. Every night is just for us.”

Dame just pouted, nuzzling closer and saying nothing.

“We have to at least make an appearance, okay? She's been my friend since uni. Besides, we’re in charge of bringing the cake.”

Dame let out a long-suffering sigh and made a show of standing back up straight. “Fine, but just you wait and see if I give you any evening cuddles.” She stuck out her tongue. Tia rolled her eyes but her own smile widened.

“Threats don’t work if I already know you won’t follow through,” Tia retorted, blowing her a kiss and picking her plate back up.

[koskela-knights]

At this point, with the Night Springs DLC having come out and how i've felt about Jesse's chapter and Coffee World and the overall (under) usage of named NPCs from the AW2 canon, I keep thinking....

I feel the Cult of the Tree lost all its narrative purpose and emotional impact due to FBC involvement. The Cult and the Koskelas might have well been some random unnamed NPC Cult Leaders or heck, they might as well have been replaced by a sentient lamp and their relevance and impact and the outcome would've been the same. It could've been some other random murder case that would've attracted Saga and Casey's attention to BF for how little pay-off we got for the Cult arc. The final 'wrap-up' if you will, is totally missable and optional. At this point, nobody even cares anymore that the Cult were actual the good guys all along.

Even Remedy seems to have forgotten about the whole Cult arc and the Koskelas as characters and I feel the fandom even mirrors that in some waysthere

[feddy-34]

low-key forgot how to write a sex scene

[cookinguptales]

*looks at the wwdits press release*

*looks at the nandermo fic she's currently writing about guillermo getting bitten by derek and Coming Back Wrong*

*writes faster!!!*

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Do you write fh (jy) fan fiction? If so is there a way I can read it? Thanks :>

I'll say I am writing fh fanfics! but its currently in my computer and nowhere else. maybe one day I'll get what I'm writing done and somewhere not my computer and I'll let folks know!

[fire-but-ashes-too]

things that went down during my last family dinner

-an incestous relationship between a family friend's sister and her cousin (ew)

-all the thousands of crushes my aunt has had over the years plus comments from my grandma

-a hardcore shipping session from all my family for my aunt and her "ex" boyfriend whom are currently together in colombia and will be there alone together for the next month

-what went down during my parents'wedding

-my dad's version of scary story: he once got stuck in a house in somewhere while a storm raged outside with no electricity on halloween

-my grandpa leaving my aunt in the economy class while he went in buisness during a flight from italy to canada

-my grandpa leaving my grandma in an hotel in said canada without her credit card, so she couldn't pay for her hotel room

-my aunt's airplane sleeping methods

-this guy who once flew next to said aunt, whod probably taken a xanax before and had his blanket up his head, a sleeping mask over it and managed to sleep through all the several attempts at waking him up

-my aunt and her cousin (my uncle) pretending to be a couple on their honeymoon to get a free upgrade

-how to kill scorpions according to my grandma: smash them with a hammer

-me screaming when a wasp sat next to me

-zia cocchi goes to verona and back to melbourne: special edition

-how many crickets we saw

-this guy my aunt had a "crush" on whom she actually wanted to poison/j

-whether or not you can take melatonin while pregnant

-a tech glove made of a sock my brother made

-where the moon was (we couldnt see it)

-my aunt singing the australian anthem

-CATS

-my uncles landlord who misteriously disappeared

-more people who misteriously disappeared, among which this guy my dad met who ran away from everything and everyone and travels america on his motorbike

-what my grandmas gonna do now that my grandpa's away

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Summary:

Three little scenes on the theme of singing.

:) I was in the mood for something short and sweet. Hope you enjoy!

[elegyofthemoon]

also did jing yuan not sell well where the heck did his rerun go why are we on blade and kafka's...

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Slightly concerned that chapter 2 of my critically acclaimed new fic might be a bit shit...

[destiny-in-the-universe]

i'm as sick as a fucking dog lmao. boy, do i really enjoy unexplainable digestive issues which means no heavy posting tonight unfortunately.

let me explain- we went to this steakhouse and everything was fine but all of a sudden, i felt like i got sucker-punched in the stomach and like my insides were turning and i just got worse and, well, i'll leave the rest to your imagination- only for it to happen twice and now i'm just like a dog licking its wounds

but seriously, i am not feeling great. i might leave something in queue for tomorrow which is my headcanons but that's about it

won't be doing poll tonight but i have a newer idea that is now rotating in my mind. the day i actually finish any of these ideas is the day i perish on this earth ig but no, i'm kidding- i have a fic i'm working on and once i don't feel like i got hit by horse manure, i'll continue writing it!