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magswrite · 21 days

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prompt: needle (april 3rd). 463 words. @jegulus-microfic. thank you to @spacexcowgirl for this idea <3

“What is that?”

James, who’d been absentmindedly looking for something in the fridge, snaps his gaze to Regulus, who’s standing frozen in the hall, eyes glued to the strip of James’ skin that’d been exposed when he’d raised an arm, leaning it up against the door of the fridge.

“What’s what?” James says, absentmindedly.

“The—”

Regulus cuts himself off, and then walks over to James. Quickly, he slips his hand under James’ shirt, and lifts it slightly, revealing a patch of skin wrapped in Saniderm and inky, black swirls underneath.

“That,” Regulus states.

“Oh,” James replies. “It’s a tattoo.”

Regulus feels little alarm bells go off in his brain. James is allowed to get a tattoo, of course—Regulus isn’t going to ban his boyfriend from that. But, Regulus would like to think that James might, at the very least, ask his opinion, or something. Regulus likes tattoos. He particularly likes the idea of them on James.

“Something wrong?” James asks.

“No, it’s just…sudden.”

Really, Regulus shouldn’t be surprised, though. James has always done things a little bit impulsively. A tattoo is just one of many of James’ impulsive decisions. Really, he shouldn’t be surprised at all.

James shrugs. “Sirius wanted to practice. I have skin.”

“You have…skin,” Regulus sighs, leaning against the counter. He’s trying very hard not to look at where the tattoo sits, the edge of it just peeking from the edge of James’ shirt.

“I have skin,” James repeats.

It takes another moment to process what James said, before. “Sirius?”

The smile starts to spread across James’ face.

“You let him needle you?”

James sputters, at that. “Needle me. What are you—five?”

“He’s barely an apprentice,” Regulus continues. “He shouldn’t be tattooing anyone, and I swear to God if he ruined your—”

“Reg,” James interrupts.

Regulus shoots him a glare. Try me, he thinks. Regulus won’t ever let Sirius hear the end of it, if he ruined James’ perfect body with one of his stupid—

“Won’t you at least look at it?”

Determinately, Regulus turns his eyes away. Suddenly, the grain of the floorboards seems far more interesting than—now-shirtless—James.

“No.”

(If Regulus is anything, he’s stubborn. James knows that, at least.)

“Oh, come on. Reg. Just a look?”

Regulus doesn’t budge. Well, he doesn’t intend to.

(Shirtless James is very enticing.)

“I dunno, I just—”

It’s then that Regulus breaks, getting a full look at the little symbol, resting just above James’ hip. Really gets a look.

“You like it?” James asks, doe-eyed.

For a moment, Regulus feels stunned. Then, slowly, he nods.

“Good,” James sighs. “It’s for you.”

Regulus nods again. He can’t quite bring himself to tear his eyes away. Right on James’ hip is a little crown. Regulus—the little king.

Later, Regulus traces it with his teeth.

#rose came up with this idea #and beta read this #still going strong w my april microfics <3 #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #microfic #rose tag #james x regulus #regulus x james #sunseeker #starchaser #jegulus microfic #marauders #marauders fanfic

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 3 months

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If I had a nickel for every time I accidentally wrote a few thousand words of Arthur Pendragon x Finding Nemo’s dad, I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

Grammarly hates me. I quit.

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hallowsden · 6 months

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Devotion

Zevlor x G/N!Tav snippet

Author Notes: All I'm gonna say is this was originally supposed to be only about 500 words only for me to finally get to the part of Act 2 where I managed to save Zevlor and OH BOY- it evolved into 1.2k words. Just- I adore Zevlor. This came out having more angst than I initially thought, though, so... Anyways, hope you all enjoy it! [Not beta read]

He pretends not to see the relief in your eyes when you first go up to him after fighting the Mind Flayers and Intellect Devourers. After all, why would you give him such a look with what he's done? No, that's just all in his imagination. He knows you're aware of his sins. Then again, you always did have a habit of knowing things before anyone else does...

Even without the tadpole that now inhabits his head like you and the other saviors, Zevlor could see through your brave mask. In those mismatched eyes he had grown fond of long before your lot had done the impossible all those months ago, he sees a mirror image of himself.

The festering fear that haunts you and everyone else like the shadows that barely stood by in this damnable land. The neverending guilt that attempts to drown you to the depths of your mind as the blood refuses to wash away from your hands, your head chanting apologies as you think about the what ifs of you have done better.

Zevlor knows that look you wore well. He's seen it in himself every time he caught a glimpse of his reflection, as of an occurrence that was... Not to mention, it reminded him of the others... The younger Hellriders especially tend to wear it more publicly, not yet developing the skills to effectively hide their inner demons yet... So many gone, just like that-...

The exhaustion you practically wore like a second skin, with bags that cling to you with a vengeance, one that came along with you before he had even met you. The exhaustion that weighed your trembling shoulders and buckling knees had it not been the adrenaline that roared through your ears-. Hell, he swears he could see some new scars marking your delicate face, even.

Has it been that long ago since he last saw you? You haven't appeared to have changed much, and yet...

And yet, as he goes on to blink, he senses it immediately as he explains himself to you. What once was the hollow void in your chest when he first met you, the one that mirrored his own so brokenly is now replaced with a bright, burning radiance of celestial strength and blessing, one that pulses to the beat of your heart.

A not so mirror image. But it was still you, nonetheless...

No longer were you a fellow oathbreaker who was ever so lost in the world and of yourself. You had what he once had, an Oath of Devotions that glowed in you but more, filling up your broken cracks like the way the false God had shown him if he just gave them his broken faith and devotion and followed what they said...

It was nothing but a lie, as his people got hunted down and slaughtered. The people he swore to protect... He betrayed them all and failed them once more.

But you're here, giving him a look of understanding... And admittedly, it confused him...

Why do you care for him, he's so tempted to ask. The moment you met him, you practically acted as if you were drawn to him like a Moth to a flame... He doesn't understand it. Why care for an old, decrepit man like him? And why did your eyes shine with familiarity when you two first met?

You saved him. And no doubt you saved the others. He just knows you did. From all that he knows about you, from word of mouth and the times you decided to hang around in his little area back in the Druid's Grove, you'd never let anyone suffer under your watch.

You were always so compassionate. He at first thought it was due to being a fellow Tiefling. Goodness, how the world already hated their kinds existence. It wasn't uncommon for Tieflings to stand up for one another. After all, who would if not themselves in the world they lived in? But no... He's seen how you work. Your heart was far bigger than the body that holds it. It was something he appreciated about you.

You were the person he once was. You were a person he wished to be once more. Brave and strong despite it all. Kind and passionate and protective even to the low lives like him.

He adored you more than he could ever realize up until now.

Maybe that's why he didn't hesitate when he hastily said "I want to help- if you let me" even when his throat burned with dryness and guilt as he spoke. Even when anxiety shot high in his blood, his tail pinned itself between his legs, feeling just how drained his body was.

He knows you have already done so much for him, for his people. But... Maybe he'll find salvation and forgiveness if he goes with you. Find redemption. At the very least, he could repay you with his services, even if it's being a meat shield as he goes to try and help out the others. He'd deserved that if anything...

Death was too good for someone like him. He deserved to be tortured for all his failures... Yet, when his eyes met yours...

... Maybe you were the angel he had prayed to the Gods for from before... Who knows? Not him. Not when he was surprised you even listened to any of his words. Not when you gave him such a gentle look, eyes full of empathy that he didn't deserve, as you asked him to join your party, another blade in the fight to come.

You... Want him by your side?*

And even when he had his doubts, not wanting to be a backstabber twice over, your glowing eyes met his as you said, "I trust you." You had said it with such earnestness, how could he deny you like that?

He could never turn you down, not with those eyes of yours... And distantly, he remembers how the other refugees would tease him upon meeting you back before everything went to shit... Admittedly, they were right. Just as you were drawn to him, he was drawn to you... Maybe that's why he cared for you more than others...

"... On the condition that if I ever freeze like that again, do not hesitate to strike me down. Better me gone than being a traitor once more." That was his only condition. And he sees you nodding, ignoring the slight hesitation you had at first.

He couldn't bear the idea of hurting you.

"Let's get you checked up and rested first, yeah? You've already been through a lot. And I need to go check for others trapped... Just follow me closely, alright?"

You care so much... He didn't deserve it.

Oh, how he didn't deserve you, but obediently, he followed you with his hand clasped in yours. For you, he'll give you his devotion and faith. His everything, even. After all, you never broke his trust. You never broke his faith. If anything, you gave him what he had lost for so long. Hope.

You have given hope to him just as you gave hope to others. Maybe that's what caused you to stand out from even your group.

You deserve the world with all the good you've done. Of how you saved his people. Of how you saved him. For that, he is grateful, and he'll make sure, as long as he sides with you, he'll help with any endeavors and goals you put your mind to, knowing it would always align with that good nature you carry in your heart. To the end, he will follow.

'So he swears, so mote it be.'

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bericas · 10 months

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scott appreciation week (day 4) → the shape you take

people get hurt here. people fall down and stay down and I don’t like the way the song goes. — richard siken

#twedit #teenwolfedit #scottmccallweek23 #scottmccalledit #scott mccall #HIII i like this one a lot <3 #and also i love this guy!!!#if its unclear the parallels are #peter pinning scott and roaring in school --> scott tenderly holding liam by the shoulders --> scott howling in school as he protects ppl #and then its #deucalion giving scott a choice that isnt really a choice at all and scott following him -->#scott giving hayden a choice that really is a choice -->#alec willingly following scott #also deucalion disingenuously taking scott under his wing vs scott genuinely taking alec under his wing #hayden too but that parallels deucalion and scott less imo. anyway i only have so many characters per tag so its hard to sum that up neatly #ANYWAY. scott shapes his identity as an alpha through subverting everything he is taught by other alphas #it really takes a lot out of me that scott shows up with red eyes and that signals safety to alec #when red eyes only ever meant to danger to scott when he was a beta #by changing the song for himself he is changing the song for everyone around him. send tweet!!!!!!

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andiwriteordie · 11 months

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please don’t ever become a stranger | 18.3k words

Mike isn’t sure how much time passes—how long they stay there, foreheads pressed against each other, holding onto one another’s hands like they’re scared to let go. But finally, Mike finds the courage in him to open his eyes and whisper, “I wish we had more time together.”

Because isn’t that what they’ve been missing all along? Time. They’ve never had more than a few months together before being rebooted, and even now, the longest the two of them have gotten to interact, the universe is separating them again. It’s as if every single fucking time the two of them get close and begin to fall in love, they have to start over again.

Now, knowing the full extent of their shared history, Mike just wants more time with Will. That’s all he wants.

Or:

The Good Place season 3 finale, but make it Byler.

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the tgp brain rot is so real right now, you guys. if you’ve had to interact with me at all this week, i apologize for dragging you back into your tgp brain rots with me.

also, let the record show that i gave suni @astrobei like three different tgp fic options, and she went with the most devastating idea i had. so she is an accomplice to the crime that is this fic.

anyways, enjoy this late birthday fic for my dear suni, whom i love very very very much <3

oh and here’s the playlist full of sad songs that remind me of this fic.

(also a big thank you to @messrsbyler for helping me with this moodboard!!!!!)

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #the good place fusion #the good place spoilers #oh yeah btw do NOT read this if you haven't watched tgp #unless you don't care about spoilers #anyways i kinda wanna write more good place stuff #Send Help #also big thank you to liv and bhavna for being my unofficial betas on this #mwah <3 #ok that's a lot of tags bye now #andi writes not dies

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guidingthulite · 5 months

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"Akiyama, what is this?"

"Why, I might be a beginner, but to say to my face that you can't even tell what I've drawn...!"

"I do know what this is, what I meant to ask is WHY."

"Ena lent me her tablet, so I wanted to make the most of it by drawing something truly great!"

"Why is Tsukasa wearing a dress?"

"I really wanted to draw one, so I asked him if I could draw him in a wedding dress, and he said yes!"

"Naturally, Akito! A star should look good in anything they wear, and this is no exception! I am quite pleased with the result!"

"Of course you'd say that..."

(CHAPTER 7 OF THIS IS LIKE MY SISTER'S SHOUJO MANGAS BUT WORSE OUT NOW! READ HERE!)

a better look at mizuki's drawing under the cut!

#akikasa #proseka #project sekai #prsk #akito shinonome #tsukasa tenma #tsuaki #i'd tag mizuki but they're barely in it lol #dw they're not getting married (yet)#isn't it funny that i drew mizuki's previous arts with my tablet #but this one where they do have a tablet mine broke and i had to draw it by mouse #also yeah the color of the roses is a reference to that thing i can never shut up about #this is the longest chapter yet #hope you guys enjoy it <3 #ALSO GO FOLLOW LUCEPHICA SHE BETA READ THE CHAPTER AND SHE'S AMAZING AND SUPER COOL #this time there's bg tynn and knen #and the latter you can tell because. look at the tablet pen.#i am very self indulgent but i am free :D #my mess

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 5 hours

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Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Content warnings for this chapter: implied gambling addiction, weapons, implied violence

AO3 link: Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark (2275 words) by She_posts_nerdy_stuff

Chapter One - Jesper

Jesper was late. Again.

He ran out the door of the Slat, jacket half-pulled over his creased shirt and the second sleeve obstinately hiding from him as he rushed into the street. The staves were quiet enough at this time for his hurry to be noticeable, but he didn't have time to care about the strangers glancing at him. He glanced at his watch as he ran, almost tripping over the cobbles. Nine bells. What time had he fallen asleep? He didn’t remember getting back to the Slat, but judging by the exhaustion clinging to his bones it couldn’t have been all that long ago. Dammit, Jesper. He knew he shouldn’t have gone out last night; he knew it would only end up with him being late this morning. But here he was, once again, trying desperately to pass as someone with reasonable respectability as he flew into the university district.

He was more than out of breath by the time he reached the dean’s office, trying to straighten his jacket and smooth his hands over his shirt. It was a deeply boring outfit; a once-white button down and a brown jacket, but Jesper had to forgo his usual Barrel flash on the occasional visits he bothered to make to the university. That didn’t mean he didn’t add his own little flares, of course, but he’d been in too much of a rush this morning to concern himself with that.

“I should have a meeting scheduled,” he said, “Jesper Fahey?”

The receptionist looked him up and down disapprovingly, then opened the almost comically oversized diary sitting on her desk.

“You’re late,”

You don’t think I know that?

“Sorry,”

“He had to start the meeting after yours. Should be another five minutes, but then he has a space open. You can wait over there,”

“Thanks,”

She made a non-committal ‘mm’ sound, turning back to her other papers.

Jesper sat opposite the receptionist’s desk, fidgeting, eyes on the door. Why had the dean called him to this meeting? The note had been frustratingly vague, and he’d only seen it because he was coincidentally back at his term-address to collect some fresh clothes when it arrived. There were three more on the table that he’d already missed, so he decided he’d better make it to this one. Maybe they were kicking him out - he wouldn’t be surprised. At least then the decision would be made for him. But if he was expelled, would they somehow inform his father? Jesper shuffled unhappily in his uncomfortable chair.

Another minute passed before the door clicked open and two people emerged through it - the dean, a tall Kerch man in his late forties trying to hide the fact that he was clearly going bald, holding the door for a boy Jesper recognised from one of his classes. A mercher kid, someone had told him on their first day, as they watched the boy walk in and take a seat, something Van Eck. Had some sorta accident when he was a kid, been blind ever since. He looked much younger than Jesper, though he knew they must be about the same age, with soft features and angelic, ruddy curls floating around his head like gravity had taken a liking to him and given them a free pass. Jesper had to admit, he found the kid intriguing. Even in the lessons he’d shown up to, he had several times caught himself studying the boy from across the room and had to force himself to look away. Even if whatever-his-name-was didn’t know he was staring, it still felt rude.

“Thank you, sir,” he was saying to the dean as he slipped through the door, slender cane tapping the ground in front of him.

It was almost rhythmic, like a beat that was waiting for someone to add a melody. The dean had noticed Jesper, he could tell, but waited until the Van Eck kid had left the room before he said:

“Mr Fahey. You came,”

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, and then when a brief pause added: “And that I missed the previous meetings you scheduled. I, er, had a problem receiving mail,”

“I see,” he said, a little coolly, eyes flicking over Jesper, “Well, come in,”

Jesper sat in front of the desk, drumming his fingers in his chair, waiting to be told that he was expelled. But the dean just droned on and on, without the final hit ever seeming to come.

“The only class you’ve attended in the last month is Economic Principles for Business and Markets - and even for that you’ve only attended three lessons,” he was saying, when Jesper suddenly remembered he was supposed to be listening and quickly tuned in, “Perhaps we could change your course load to classes more similar to this one, see if that helps motivate you. Do you enjoy Economics?”

Jesper did not. He shrugged.

“Not particularly,”

“Then may I ask why it’s the only class you’ve consistently attended? - even if you do have twelve late marks in it across the year,”

It hadn’t really been a conscious decision. It was an afternoon class, twice a week, easy to get to at least one of them if he got himself together enough - late enough that he’d probably be awake, early enough that he probably wasn’t on a job or in a gambling den.

“I have a partner project in that class,” he said, truthfully, “I don’t want to let anyone down,”

“Perhaps you should consider not letting yourself down, Mr Fahey,”

Saints, he didn’t hold anything back did he? Jesper shuffled.

“Who’s your partner for this project?”

“Helena Dentte,”

The dean nodded.

“I’m going to switch who you’re working with,”

Jesper wasn’t sure what good that was supposed to do, but he didn’t argue. Helena was nice enough, but she was infuriatingly motivated and it drove him slightly mad when she suggested they meet to study after almost every class - and she probably hated his guts for the curse he was to be partnered with.

“What about the rest of your course?” he glanced through the papers on his desk, “You haven’t attended Comparative Literature - Kerch and Zemeni Poetry since going once last month, your other classes longer,”

Jesper just shrugged again. He was sinking slowly but surely deeper into his chair.

“Not for me,”

“We should look at changing your classes around then. Stick with the business class, whatever’s keeping you there I want to preserve it. But think about what else you’d like to study. If not economics or literature, Mr Fahey, what are you interested in?”

Unwelcome answers offered themselves up in Jesper’s head. He shuffled.

“I don’t know,”

The dean wasn’t particularly impressed. He told Jesper to come back in a week, with at least an idea of what else he might like to study. Sure, Jesper thought, that’s gonna happen.

“I’m very glad you came to this meeting, Mr Fahey. It’s the first step in making a change, and I am only here to help you,”

Jesper mumbled something of a thanks by way of reply as he slipped out the door and slouched away down the corridor.

“Jesper,”

A girl melted from the shadows and appeared at his shoulder, making Jesper jump out of his skin. His hand flinched reflexively towards the revolver hidden in his jacket, but got no further because it only took half a second to see who was talking to him.

“Saints - Inej, you scared the life out of me,”

Inej said nothing for a moment. They walked down the corridor together, would have been shoulder to shoulder if it weren’t for the fact that Inej’s head only just reached Jesper’s shoulder. He’d known Inej Ghafa only a short while, since she’d joined the Dregs a few months ago, but he already doubted he was ever going to get used to the way she appeared and disappeared so quickly, so completely. Never mind any other spiders crawling around in the Barrel, Jesper hadn’t met anyone who could do what Inej could do - to simply erase herself like that, to only be seen when she wanted you to notice her. She was also probably the toughest person he knew - except maybe Kaz, though honestly he might be more scared of getting on Inej’s bad side. Then again, if this was Kaz’s good side maybe he shouldn’t push his luck.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, as they turned the corner.

“Take a wild guess,”

She watched him for a brief moment.

“You’re a student?”

She sounded surprised. That was probably fair.

“Supposed to be. Anyway, I might ask you the same question,”

“Kaz is angry,”

“Kaz is always angry,”

“Kaz is angry with you,”

Jesper shrugged.

“That’s hardly news, Inej. He send you here to get his money? I’ll have it by tomorrow,”

“We both know that’s not true, Jes. And he didn’t send me,” said Inej, frowning, “I came to talk to you, to say you should steer clear of him for a couple of days,”

Really? That bad? Jesper frowned. What had he done to piss off Kaz Brekker this time?

Inej was studying him, her dark eyes roving slowly over him, her frown remaining intact. She wasn’t exactly what Jesper had expected when Kaz told him a girl from the Menagerie was going to be moving into the Slat, but he wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting. A broken wisp of a girl, he supposed. Inej wasn’t broken, though she’d clearly taken damage, and she could hardly be described as a wisp. Jesper had seen her fight more than enough times to trust that.

Inej also had a particular skill for the disapproving look she could get to glitter in her eyes on command - or maybe Jesper just brought it out in her. She touched two fingers to one of the knives slung through her belt, murmuring something in Suli.

“Should you really be carrying those in here?” he asked.

Jesper wasn’t actually sure how many knives Inej had, but there must have been at least five on her person at any given moment. She shrugged.

“You have a revolver in your coat,”

“Yeah, in my coat,” he shook his head, “Not on show,”

Inej shrugged.

“Maybe I’m an arts student,”

“Why would an arts student be carrying a thousand knives?”

“Art, obviously,”

Jesper snorted.

“Obviously,”

They were almost outside.

“Just, you know, don’t get arrested,”

Inej smiled.

“I think you’re giving the stadwatch a little too much credit there,” her voice suddenly moved to Jesper’s other shoulder and he turned to try and see her, “Who could possibly arrest a Wraith?”

She was gone. It was broad daylight in a wide courtyard, and Inej Ghafa was gone. Jesper shook his head. Unbelievable.

Jesper didn’t know exactly what he’d done to get on Kaz Brekker’s final nerve, but he wasn’t about to go and find out. He sifted through the piles of stuff stacked unhappily in his university dorm, trying to make enough space for the room to actually be liveable. When had he last slept on campus? Not recently. Maybe it was a good thing Kaz was mad at him, if it was going to keep him out of the Barrel for a few days. Maybe he could even look through the course catalogue, to keep the dean happy, and find out whoever else he was going to partner him up with for Business and Markets. Helena would probably be glad of the change. She could take her thousand and one notebooks to someone who might actually be able to contribute something.

But why lie? Jesper was itching for a hand of cards. He lay on his back on top of the mattress, studying the ceiling and twisting one of his rings round and round his finger. Unless he snapped and ended up running into a den and just facing Kaz’s wrath, the rings he’d slept in last night were apparently the only flash he was going to enjoy for the next few days. What other clothes did he even have here? He didn’t remember seeing much else in the wardrobe when he came to grab these the other day. He should probably check. He’d do it in a minute.

The next thing Jesper remembered was waking up, jolting upright and almost whacking into the headboard. Damn, he really must have been exhausted. How long had he slept for? He was momentarily disorientated, fumbling for his watch and discovering that it was nearing twelve bells. The curtains were still open and the midday sun streamed through them, highlighting the dust floating through the air. Jepser sighed - just his luck, the single sunny day of the year Ketterdam would bother to grace them all with, and he had slept through most of the morning. He’d needed it though.

Almost twelve bells. He could make it to his one o’clock class - what was it? Poetry, or something - if he got himself together. Or he could just lie here a little longer, watching the world go by outside his window.

No. No, if he was here then he should go. He should at least try.

It was his poetry class today - he checked the timetable shoved in the desk drawer - and it proved to be just as irredeemably boring as he remembered it. But he went. He took a notebook and the fountain pen his Da had given him when he got into university. He didn’t make any notes, but he took them with him. It was something. Sort of.

He counted it, even if only to make himself feel slightly better.

#let me know if anyone would like to be tagged in the future <3 #don't go blindly into the dark #no beta read #six of crows #grishaverse #crooked kingdom #leigh bardugo #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #wesper #wylan hendriks #matthias helvar #wesper fanfiction #wesper fic

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josephtrohman · 6 months

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i feel kind of awkward promoing my fic BUT 16 candles vamp joe fic finally real :3 at least part of it for rn!!!

READ IT HERE

#it’s been such a labor of love and continues to be since i’ve been working on it for like 7+ months #shoutout to tar and atlas my all star beta team :3 #i hope to update it and have another chapter or two up before october is done #at this rate the whole thing won’t be but that’s ok sixteen candles FITS with halloween but it's not STRICTLY halloween :)#im not gonna like. tag for promo cuz that makes me feel awkward but hi mutuals :)

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nekropsii · 1 year

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It’s genuinely kind of hilarious to me how one of the current memes in the Homestuck fandom is “we’ve run out of things to analyze/talk about” when I feel like that’s honestly only even half applicable to the fan favorite characters, predominantly the Striders and Karkat.

We haven’t “run out of things to analyze”. It’s just that the fandom has absolutely run easily accessible conversations about certain characters into the ground. Just because there isn’t anything easy left to talk about with the Striders anymore doesn’t mean that there’s no content left.

Genuinely, I think the fandom needs to start paying more attention to The Felt, or The Exiles, or the Midnight Crew. There’s so much to talk about there, but the main fanbase cares so little for them that fans of Intermission characters have branched off into their own self-sustaining fandom. It’s ridiculous, too, because the Midnight Crew/Felt Intermission is pretty objectively one of the best parts of the comic.

There’s not nothing left to talk about! It’s just that all of the easy topics have been beaten to death. The only thing to do now is to either start talking about the harder subjects- be more critical, more observant to the writer’s bigotry, more receptive of the more difficult and horrifying themes in the comic- or to start talking about the adult characters in the comic more. Someone who isn’t the Betas or the Alpha Kids.

That’s just my take, though.

#not bringing up the alpha trolls here. that is my territory only <3 #cuts out my corner in the market and erects high security borders around it #there’s watchtowers involved #snipers are at the ready .#(I say as I literally never fucking check any alpha troll adjacent tag EVER.)#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #beta kids #alpha kids #beta trolls #the felt #the exiles #midnight crew #nekro.txt

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crocchompers · 4 months

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tw!! maggots and trypophobia (i think)

I ALMOST FINISHED THE FIRST ONE BUT I DELETED IT BY ACCIDENT (I'm sad about it) But this is all I got for now bc artblock caught up w/ me I decided to make a maggot Beta for no reason, and I wanted him to have a little centipede crawl out of his mouth <3 anyways he's just a rotting little guy

#I wish I didn't delete it #BUT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT #I miss that work so much </3 #anyways #time for the real tags or whatever kasdkjak #Maggot Beta #welcome home art #wally au #Such a cute rotting little guy <3

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terror-slut · 2 years

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Change of Heart // Peter Ballard

Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.

Updates are not according to a set schedule.

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

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plushee-cant-draw · 1 year

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There's a new dst beta out!!

Before I share all of the quotes, they added a new Wilson ability to his skill tree. It's not mentioned in the Kiel update page but one of the people on the forum pointed it out.

Basically, you can get lunar affinity or shadow affinity but getting one locks you out of the other. A shame you affiliate yourself with both for fun and chaos.

And below the cut is all of the new quotes (Note: It's possible (but probably pretty unlikely(?)) for these to change, since it's a beta.)

Copy and pasted from the code. Which is why it might look weird. Here's a good video on the update btw, it goes over the new items so you can have context for the new character quotes.

Wilson:

ANNOUNCE_LUNAR_RIFT_MAX = "That light means trouble.", --[[TODO]]

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "All that science hiding inside... and I can't get to it!", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Crystallized illuminosity.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "It doesn't seem to care about personal space.", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "It has a prickly disposition.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "It's blinding me with science!", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "It's incredibly tough. I could use this!",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Just the place to make something very clever and scientific.",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "This armor doesn't leaf any room for improvement.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It makes me look even brighter than usual.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Botany and chemistry, working together.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Plant power!", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "It's hard not to make sound effects when I wave it around.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Don't axe me how it works.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Plants and shovels both do well with dirt.", },

Willow:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Uh... is that supposed to be here?", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "I like the way it glitters.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Ew, that thing's creepy!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "It's asking for a taste of my lighter.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "It's pretty, but it'll never beat fire.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "Can I burn it now?",

LUNAR_FORGE = "What gives? That little fire doesn't even feel warm!",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "I make it look good.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "How am I supposed to see in that thing?", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Heh. Think fast!", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "This magic stuff is easy!", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "It's okay, but now I really want a fire sword.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "That dumb plant sure makes a good pickaxe.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "As far as shovels go, it's not bad.", },

Wolfgang:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Let Wolfgang in!", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Twinkly rocks.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Eep! Is haunted plant!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Ground is haunted too!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Little rocks are too bright!", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "Ah. Is not haunted anymore.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Is there a mighty hammer for Wolfgang to swing?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Tough, like Wolfgang!", LUNARPLANTHAT = "Wolfgang feels very safe inside.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Boom!", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Is planty magic stick.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "Is sword of star-stuff.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Rocks will tremble before Wolfgang!", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Plant made very good dirt spoon.", },

Wendy:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "A gaping wound in the sky.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Beautiful and fragile.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Others must suffer for it to survive.", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "It's lashing out.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "It hurts my eyes.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "It can't hurt anyone anymore.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Will I be able to create anything of use?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Shining armor, but no knight to save us.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It lets me hide my face from the world.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "An instrument of destruction.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "It will help me make sure no one gets too close.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "A shining beacon of pain.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "It makes the endless toil a bit easier.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Some things should stay buried... but not today.", },

WX-78:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "ACCESS DENIED", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "DETECTING IRREGULAR ENERGY FLUCTUATIONS",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "I HATE YOU", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "IT'S RUNNING A DEFENSE PROTOCOL",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "IT IS... PERFECTION...", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "IT WAS OF NO USE TO ME ALIVE",

LUNAR_FORGE = "GREETINGS, COUSIN",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "THE DEAD HUSK OF MY ENEMY IS AN EXCELLENT DAMAGE BUFFER", LUNARPLANTHAT = "ACTIVATE HEADLIGHTS", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "THROWABLE DEVASTATION", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "PROJECTILE MAGIC", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "SPACE SWORD! SPACE SWORD!!", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "ENHANCED MINING IMPLEMENT", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "ENHANCED DIGGING IMPLEMENT", },

Wickerbottom:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "It seems to be contaminating the surrounding area.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "These crystalline structures have grown at a rapid rate.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "It exhibits parasitic behavior.", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "A rather effective defense mechanism.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Pure energy, in a crystalline form.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "An extremely resilient material. I should make use of it.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "It utilizes crystallized energy to reshape and reinforce organic material.",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Surprisingly effective plant-based armor.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It does not fit well over my glasses, but I suppose I must make do.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Unstable energy, barely held together by a hardy plant epidermis.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "It allows the user to attack from afar.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "The energy has been stabilized enough to form a functional blade.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "A surprisingly effective mining implement.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "A surprisingly effective digging implement.", },

Woodie:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "It's givin' me goosebumps... I hate goosebumps.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Glitterin' like icicles on a winter morning.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Looks like an invasive species to me.", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "I think it's time you and Lucy got acquainted.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Makes me feel a bit twitchy.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "That could be good for somethin'.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "How aboot we get this furnace going, eh Luce?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Sturdy organic armor.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It's got me feelin' a bit light-headed.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Let's kick things off with a bang, eh?", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Some kinda plant magic.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "I still prefer my axe.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Using a plant to break stone just feels backwards somehow.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Let's get digging.", },

Wes:

Maxwell:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "I don't like the look of this.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Crystals? How very Bohemian.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "I don't think it's from around here.", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Some aggressive pruning might be in order.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "I wonder if she knows about this...", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "The blasted thing is finally dead.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "To work, then.",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Does no one else find this armor oddly itchy?", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It looks wonderfully ominous.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Someone's about to have a very bad day.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "More magic to add to the arsenal.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "Such power!", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "It works surprisingly well.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "I'd rather let someone else do my dirty work.", },

Wigfrid:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "An opening, yet I cannot pass through.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "How strange... and beautiful.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Vicious plant, I shall honor thee with a swift death!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Ha! You shall have to do better than that!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Like staring up into the spotlights...", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "It hath a formidible hide, for a non-meat.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "I shall forge weapons to rival the gods themselves!",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Armor crafted from a fallen foe.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "A formidable helm, burning with an unearthly flame!", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "I have made the plant's power my own.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "To attack from afar is not my preferred way of combat.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "Am I worthy of wielding a weapon of such brilliance?", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "May all stone quake in fear before me!", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "The ground stands no chance against us.", },

Webber:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Aww, it won't let us in.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "They look like candy, but they're just rocks.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "That plant's kinda spooky...", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Hey, leave us alone!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "It's blinding our poor spider eyes!", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "That was one mean plant. We're glad it's gone!",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Can we use it to make crafts?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "We're gonna look so tough!", LUNARPLANTHAT = "We're gonna be a spider knight!", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Catch!", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "We can hit things far away.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "It's a magic sword!", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "We're coming to get you, rocks!", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "We love digging holes!", },

Winona:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "That tear's a bit beyond what my trusty tape can fix.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "It's about the prettiest tripping hazard you'll ever see.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "It thinks this is its turf!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "You think you wanna tangle with me?",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "I ain't dazzled by much, but that'll do it.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "That's tough stuff!",

LUNAR_FORGE = "It's givin' me some bright ideas.",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Built to last!", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It should keep my noggin' nice and safe.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Anyone call for a demolition crew?", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Another magical doodad?", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "It's a cut above most other swords I've seen. Ha!", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Sure makes mining a breeze.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "It makes digging almost too easy.", },

Warly:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Ah, zut! It will not let me through.", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Tres beau!",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Go away, you plant thief!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "I'm afraid it won't give up without a fight.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "My, I've never seen anything shine so brightly.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "Ah, raw ingredients!",

LUNAR_FORGE = "What shall I cook up with this?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "A hard outer crust.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "An extra layer for my head.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Explosions really add some zest to a fight.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "I could stir up some real trouble with this.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "Beautiful and dangerous.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "It's far less delicate than it looks.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "I almost hate to get it dirty.", },

Walter:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "It looks like a rip in the sky. Neat!", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "I need to start a new rock collection!",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Woby, I think that plant's haunted!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Revenge of the plants!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "That's gotta be the shiniest rock I've ever seen.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "If you kill a ghost plant, do you get... a double ghost?",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Let's make something, Woby!",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "It makes me feel so safe, it's scary!", LUNARPLANTHAT = "That's definitely the helmet of some kind of ghost knight!", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "If only I could use it in my slingshot.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Yup, that's definitely magical.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "A space sword! Neat!", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Those are some really tough leaves!", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "What a fancy shovel!", },

Wortox:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "It's all falling apart at the seams!", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Glint and glitter.",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "A long way from home, aren't we?", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "The weeds are whacking.",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Hyuyu, it tickles my impish brain!", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "Unoccupied.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "There isn't any iron in that forge, is there?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Strong and light, quite good in a fight.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It has me looking on the bright side, hyuyu!", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "This will be the start of some wonderful pranks.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "With a flick of the wrist, someone's getting hit.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "A swish to and fro will cut down my foe.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "To bash and break.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Dig a hole to who knows where!", },

Wurt:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Who broke sky?!", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Blegh, it not ice!",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Hey, it not sharing! Wicker-lady say we have to share!", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Glurgh, quit hitting!!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Glurgh, too bright!", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "Hee-hee, it dead!",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Make shiny things.",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Tough and glowy!", LUNARPLANTHAT = "Cage for head, florp?", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Hee-hee-hee... boom!!", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Magic hitting stick.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "It mine!! Me want glowy sword!", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "It real good at breaking rocks.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Good scooper.", },

Wanda:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Sloppy! Just look at those rough edges!", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Some kind of temporal residue, perhaps?",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "This is going to be bothersome...", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Keep your vines to yourself!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "If only I could use it to power one of my watches... oh well.", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "What an interesting material, I should make use of it.",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Why waste time staring at it when I could be making something?",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Some extra protection is always welcome.", LUNARPLANTHAT = "It's incredible that I can see anything while wearing it.", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "This should end a fight quickly.", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "I prefer keeping everything at a distance.", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "Oh, I quite like that one.", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Unbelievably, it works rather well.", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "An odd, yet extremely efficient design.", },

And lastly,

Wormwood:

-- Rifts 1 LUNARRIFT_PORTAL = "Hello?", LUNARRIFT_CRYSTAL = "Shiny",

LUNARTHRALL_PLANT = "Why friend hurt other friends?", LUNARTHRALL_PLANT_VINE_END = "Not nice!",

PUREBRILLIANCE = "Ahhh. Pretty", LUNARPLANT_HUSK = "Sorry",

LUNAR_FORGE = "Make shiny things!",

ARMOR_LUNARPLANT = "Mean friend made nice clothes", LUNARPLANTHAT = "Mean friend made nice hat", BOMB_LUNARPLANT = "Boom ball", STAFF_LUNARPLANT = "Mean stick", SWORD_LUNARPLANT = "Bright Swoosh Stick", PICKAXE_LUNARPLANT = "Mean friend help break rocks now", SHOVEL_LUNARPLANT = "Mean friend help dig", },

Have fun with these :3

#dst beta update spoilers #WX being happy about their space sword and moon magic makes me happy :D #And they have a new cousin now :3 #Also 'PUREBRILLIANCE = “I wonder if she knows about this...' from Maxwell #YIPPIE!! Vague Charlie reference. Maxwell gets to tell her that Alter is copying her pure horror and also growing more plants #Don't Starve #Don't Starve together #ds #Not tagging the characters bc. it includes all of them.

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