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[lamortwrites]

Sunday (Monday) Snippet!

thank you @aliasknives for the tag!! it is decidedly monday here but in my defence...it was also monday when you tagged me haha

tagging @amaranthsynthesis @mightymizora @sybaritick @rowanisawriter and @spellmage if you are so inclined!

from ch 2 of thrallwine:

"Your comforts do not interest me, Banite," they spit, jerking away from him quickly enough that their head spins. And that's-- they aren't drunk. They aren't drunk, they haven't had nearly enough to lose control of themselves. Ordinarily they cannot afford to let their guard down enough around him to drink to excess. But now when they reach out for great clawed hands that usually will not leave them alone they find nothing at all, as if that bloody, murderous beast that dwells within them always has been carved away and discarded, like so much chaff. They are not afraid of him. But perhaps their breaths are coming too hard, their heart beating too fast, at the thought of being alone with him.

His chest presses to their back, one hand brushing the hair back from one shoulder so he can press his lips to their neck.

"The fear will pass, if you let it," he says again, voice soft. "Breathe for me, Labrys. I'll help you through it. Just let me help you."

"I don't-- I do not need your help." They shove him away from them, pull themselves to the other end of the sofa. But they cannot manage to pull themselves to their feet: the room spins around them, and they feel faintly nauseous, breaths rasping against the ragged insides of their throat. "I will kill you for this, Chosen of Bane, set my teeth to your throat and bite down until-- until there is no part of you left that is recognisable, until what little is left of you has bled away, until-- until--"

"You will fight me like this?" He lifts away a loc that has come free from its tie to fall across their face, tucks it securely back behind their ear and laughs as they snarl and swipe at him -- too wide, they swing too wide, as if their perception of where his arm is does not quite match up with reality. "Forgive me for saying so, but I do not believe that would end well for you. Perhaps you should rest a while: you can always kill me later."

[non-un-topo]

End of the year questions!

Tagged by @aphroditestummyrolls. Thank you, my friend! <3

Tagging @guarncre @spacegirlsgang @andrea-lyn @ladytessa74, and everyone!

What is your favourite thing you created?

I've talked about it more than enough, but probably my big baby, Axis. Jericho, My Moon is a favourite too, for its whimsy and dream-like quality and gothic romance. I want to write more things like that.

Which work are you proudest of?

Definitely Axis. It's just under 30 thousand words, and took me a year while I was working through a ton of grief, stress, an identity crisis (ongoing to this day lol), and just generally losing touch with reality. I think it's one of the most raw and beautiful things I've written, though I'm def overselling it. I'm also happy with the section break illustrations I made for it!

Is there anything you are proud of that you achieved this year?

Mostly my university achievements. I won 3 awards/bursaries this year due to my hard work! Got a work/study position at a small feminist library in my faculty, made some classroom friends, and have been enjoying helping students when they come to me. I guess I'm also proud of myself for... maybe.. perhaps... coming to the point where I can no longer deny that I'm trans. It's been a lot. It's shaken the very ground from under me. But at this point I don't think it can be denied anymore. It's time to be brave.

Did you explore anything new this year? (A new way to be creative, a trope you didn’t write before, or an idea you hadn’t thought of earlier, etc.)

I guess gothic romance is a new thing for my writing. I'm kind of a romance hater tbh, so I usually just background the relationships or struggle with forefronting them, but I'm becoming more of a fan of the weird and macabre kind of romance. Also not necessarily new, but I almost never write modern aus and I completed one this year: tempests of dust. I guess you could say my canon-divergent t4t au, Wolf Tooth, is new too!

Which work gave you the most difficulty?

Besides the aforementioned 30k fic, probably finishing misplaced items of great (in)convenience. I let that one sit for a while, which I guess kind of lines up with the themes of the fic lol. Burnout is real.

What was your biggest creative challenge this year?

Drawing ;_; At all. Perfectionism and self-scrutiny stop me before I can begin. That, and I have a lot of WIPs I started in 2023 that are supposed to be pretty big.

Which work brought you the most joy?

Hounds! I wrote that 8k bitch in nearly one sitting because I was so fired up.

Which of your works do you think people should check out?

Not all from 2023, but perhaps some of my less read ones. Obviously I want people to read the long ones about grief and liminal space and adventures that I worked so hard on, but I know most people don't have the energy or desire to sit down and read a lot of plot.

I'd recommend an Andy-focused one from my mystery series, Chronos, and Primavera, my little Nico 3000-headcanons-stuffed-into-a-trenchcoat backstory. My time loop fic, la mer a bercé mon coeur pour la vie, is also a fun little Andy-centric team adventure. My queer ass is also very fond of Eight Minutes. Lastly, one of my Booker fics, all things pass into the night.

I should say that not all of my fics are available for people without ao3 accounts.

Do you have creative plans for next year? Is there anything exciting you’re currently working on?

Oh gosh, I want to be so productive in 2024. I really hope I can be! I have plans for another queer quartet adventure with mystery elements that will hopefully be longer and more adventurous than the works in the Tetrad Mysteries. I miss it when that was my specialty! I also am working on a big canon-divergent au in which Joe and Nicky were childhood friends (and still end up killing each other). That fic mostly takes place during their adolescence and young adult years, so I'm sort of stuck on how to end it since I'm worried it'll be a disappointing read for people if it ends in Jerusalem. But we already know the rest of their story, more or less. I've put it on hold for a while due to sensitive subject matter that I feel is just inappropriate for the world right now.

Those are the two big projects, but I'm also hoping to do some collaborations, maybe open up commissions (we'll see how busy I am in the summer!), and have some smaller works in progress.

Lastly, any words of wisdom or anything else you would like to share?

We are not defined by our productivity. The process is always happening and we are always changing and learning, even if we're not actively "creating."

[kalijhomentethi]

What's Peculiar About Your Soul?

Your soul is... Warm

It draws those nearby closer to it, like a pleasantly crackling fireplace... It leaves some enamored, others delighted, but everyone leaves having been uplifted by its momentary presence in their lives. They speak of you for days to come- of the way you've changed them... You cannot figure out what to make of that... Of the fact that, even in death, others are still placated- enlightened- by your very presence...

tagged by: @witchcraftandburialdirt  tagging: points at u!! :D

[liquifiedfurby]

watch me forget all characters ever to exist in real time,,. ok hm

tags!! only if you wanna ofc,, @fen-the-space-dragon @ryderdire @i-luv9

also edit: FUCK I FORGOT HATOFUL BOYFRIEND EXISTED... the poll probablly wasnt super accurate list of favs anyway...

5 Favourite Characters Poll (Tag Game)

I was tag by: @star-mum

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Thanks you so much for the tag

Tags <3: @meeks-beas @practically-an-x-man @outer-space-face @trashworldblog @mydearlybeloathed

[cartarg]

kitty of some sort

[secretly-a-trekkie]

theyre scheming probably

[dressfortheslide-nottheride]

essential rosquez quotes from @moonshynecybin's post here (ty!!)

the "accidental contact" can be found here, please tell me ur opinion!

@pgaslys makes an endless list of motogp things found here (its great)

other motogp primers found here, here, and here (kind of). they rly helped when i was getting into motogp so ty sm to their creators.

and in general to anyone trying to get into motogp- everyone on motogpblr is super nice and helpful! i've sent so many anons and i've always gotten lovely answers!

im always happy to chat so feel free to shoot me an ask w any q's or corrections x

[terristre]

Okay if requests are open can I kindly request malleus and grim silliness?

Also hi hello I love your art sm :3 it's so silly and cute :33

best ive got is some cocomelon shit

[vypridae]

@kevin-ibw’s moon is basically a contortionist with the silly ways he can bend their body

+ no shading vers:

[spoopy-arcade]

Roxy finds Cassie alive in the next game and helps her escape and adopts her like Freddy did with Gregory I work with steel wool 👍🏻

[lamortwrites]

wip whenever

tagged by @aliasknives, thank you!!

tagging @mightymizora @plethomacademia @eregar @spellmage and @rowanisawriter if you guys feel like playing <3

mild cw for drugging

They do not like his hands on them. They do not like the way he touches them, like he has any right to. But their eyes roll back behind their closed lids as he scratches clawed fingers lightly across their scalp and their back arches against their will as they push their head into his touch.

"Don't you feel better, though? Just rest for a moment, that's it."

They manage a growl, at least, even if it comes from their own throat and not one more bestial, more suited to the noise. But their body feels too heavy and they cannot manage to drag their eyes open, cannot pull away from his touch even as they should want to. It's not such a sin to have just a moment's rest -- and don't they deserve it, anyway?

Enver's fingers comb through their hair gently enough that they almost do not register the touch as his own. He mutters something under his breath and they scent the acrid tang of his magic in the air, smokepowder and oxidised metal, the faint hint of something burning. They hadn't caught the incantation he'd used but they would know if it was something harmful, would feel the echo of warning beneath the surface of their skin, the fizzing spark of lightning through their blood that puts them on alert -- but all they feel now is a heaviness settled in their limbs, holding them down in place like they are on the cusp of sleep.

"You don't have to worry about anything tonight, Labrys. Let me take care of it all."

They scent the rich smell of cocoa in the air and turn their head away before he can get too close. But his fingers wind their way through their locs and tug -- gentle, but they cannot seem to summon the willpower to fight it.

"You can have just one, can't you? Just to try? They'll be ruined, in the heat: no point saving them."

[hotluncheddie]

eddie, steve

.🥞✨

‘uh, the pancakes with bacon please, extra syrup? thanks.’

eddie knows that order. he makes it every saturday night, so late it’s almost morning.

but he’s never heard that voice before, never heard it so close, right by the pass window.

he swallows. turning from the sink in the back to face out into the diner, someone’s sat at the counter, right across from him.

the most beautiful boy eddie’s ever seen.

he’s looking right at eddie, cheeks slightly pink, fiddling with a still wrapped straw. he looks perfect and cozy and adorable, hair sleep rumpled and in a hoodie that swallows up his soft lines, making him look even softer.

‘coming right up.’ eddie rasps, his own cheeks colouring.

but the boy, he smiles. ducks his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes.

eddie’s a fucking goner.

-

steve can’t believe it. his eyes are even bigger this close up, big and brown and sparkling with life.

his hands are just as nice this close up too, delicate but capable as they move around where steve can see. he sticks his tongue out a little when he concentrates. it’s adorable.

he’s the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

he puts steves finished pancakes in the window with a little smile, rings the bell and seems to blush even harder. almost cringing at the sound. it’s makes steve laugh, he’s cute.

and they’re still the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. even sober and nervous and exited like he is.

steve can’t help closing his eyes like always when he takes his first bite. always blown away by their sweet fluffy texture. and he makes his way through them a little quicker than normal, without robin to distract him.

they taste as good as normal but he’s right there. right there watching steve eat them. something about it makes him feel shy, barely daring to look up from his plate. but when he does the line cook has the softest smile on his face and steve relaxes, tucks his hand under his hoodie to rest on his stomach like normal. finished his pancakes.

when steve looks up again, the guy is staring at his empty plate, kind of stuck in space. but then he vanished for a moment and the door to the kitchen opens. and he’s coming over, picking up the syrupy plate and he has freckles, bats tattooed on his arm.

he’s so close. he’s so pretty this close.

the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

‘eddie?’ steve blurts, exited, finally able to read his name tag. his names eddie.

his name is eddie.

eddie’s cheeks get pink, the tips of his ears. he looks at steve with wide eyes ‘yeah?’ he asks, voice small and confused.

steve grins at him. ‘your names eddie.’ and he watched eddie’s smile bloom, he has dimples.

‘wha’ eddie clears his throat. ‘what’s yours?’ and steve feels his heart burst, feels like sunshine and crisp leaves.

‘steve.’ he says, a little breathless.

‘steve.’ eddie whispers.

‘when do you go on break?’ steve asks, heart beating in his throat.

eddie just shrugs, eyes still wide. ‘whenever. as long as there’s no customers in.’ and steve realises he’s the only one here. it makes him blush more, for some reason.

‘make us another batch?’ he asks, deciding to be brave, leaning over the counter, just to be a little closer. ‘we can share.’ and it’s so worth it. to see the smile grow on eddie’s face, watch him nod, watch a curl slip out of his bun. watch him work his magic through that little pass window. stealing glances at steve as he goes.

-

watching steve enjoy his food is even better close up. even better than eddie could’ve imagined.

they’re sitting in steve’s usual booth, eddie’s where robin normally sits, he finally has a name for the cool girl steve hangs out with. gets to hear a little about how they met, can tell he loves her, so much. it’s sweet, his eyes shining as he talks.

so is the way steve cuts the pancakes, sweet, pushing perfectly stacked mouthfuls towards eddie to have. pancake, bacon, pancake. all covered in syrup, sticky and delicious.

eddie never really even liked pancakes much, more of a waffle guy. but sitting here, watching steve eat them, laughing and smiling at things eddie says. jaw just a little soft, upper lip smattered with hair. watching steve sigh and stretch when they’re done. that hand coming to rest on his stomach again, the way it always does, every saturday night.

eddie knows he’ll always love pancakes.

-

‘how do you get them to be so good?’ steve asks, hand circling eddie’s wrist loosely, stopping him before he goes back to his job, an orders come in, he has to go. but steve needs to ask, wants to know. wants one more moment with him.

eddie smiles, takes steve’s hand and kisses the back of it. and it’s so out of place, at denny’s, at 4 am that steve giggles, almost manic. it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

‘they’re made with love sweetheart.’ eddie says, looking up at him from his bow, kissing his hand again before walking away. the napkin with steve’s number on tucked safely in his back pocket.

steve’s forearm scrawled in the black ink of eddie’s own.

steve goes home and falls straight to sleep. so late its almost morning, like every saturday night.

he dreams of brown eyes, and syrup.

<3

fin.

ty for reading! mwah!

@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @spectrum-spectre @stevesbipanic @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @acedorerryn @scoops-aboy86

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes with Job and his family (and Crowley/Bildad and Aziraphale) in Good Omens Season 2

with extra thanks to Georgia Tennant and Neil Gaiman for sharing some of these photos with us

Bonus:

[kalijhomentethi]

headcanons for modern verse(s)

BOLD what your muse can do. Italicize for something they can do to some extent. Repost, do not reblog!

bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / drive a submarine / speak a second language / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / build a deck / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a backflip / play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive calligraphy / use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane / train animals / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language / say the alphabet backwards / read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize / march / take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first aid / draw blood / put out a fire

tagged by: @seekslight tagging: anyone who wants to do this uwu

[ninjasmudge]

my lamb design has some beef so-

[saltedbiscuiit]

"No one can fully grasp another person's deepest emotions. It's impossible. Only you can understand what you're feeling.” (Dazai Osamu)- Kafka Asagiri

Song:

Hi mootie! Got a new tag challenge for you! Give a color palette, a nice quote, and a song rec; then tag 10 other beautiful Tumblrinas (only if you want to). Keep being awesome!!

Colour palette

Quote:

"I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do." -Haruki Murakami

Song rec:

No pressure tags: @demigoddess-of-ghosts @written-by-kafka @thebestieyoureinlovewith @walmart-miku @lupvium @lilacs-and-memes @lovelyalicorn @monsterrat104 @ottobab @bananaede @morphestic @caffeiiine @le-petite-ivy @clowninthecoffeehouse @enby-ive