#the plot bearing kind

[sabraeal]

Just a Second Away from Being In Love (Or Alone)

[Read on AO3]

Written for @another-miracle, who asked for any Obi POV in Wide Florida Bay-- but hopefully an obiyuki one 🤣. It actually took me a while to circle in on which one to pick; there's a few that I had my eye on earlier in the timeline, but when it came to obiyuki bits...I knew it had to be this one, which starts off a small mini-arc in the established relationship part of this fic!

It takes him two hours and two pounds of eggplant, but after five minutes of this newest crisis of morale, Obi finally gives in: he going have to use his Phone A Friend for this one. Or at least someone friendly. Ish.

“Tell me this is gonna be worth it,” he huffs, contorted into nature’s worst pretzel shape; his newest attempt to locate anything that could pass for another pie plate in this place. No way Doc’s lived here for three years without putting at least five of the most grandma-worthy vessels for piping-hot fruit somewhere in the cabinets. “Tell me this is gonna be the best thing I’ve put in my mouth my whole life. A fucking paradigm shift when it comes to food.”

“It’s eggplant parmesan. You’re gonna wish it was chicken.” Kelly Ann clucks her tongue, and god, she can be a thousand miles away, but he knows she’s got a knee balanced up on her desk, head tipped back because her eyes can’t roll far enough. “But you just spend half an afternoon drying the most finicky vegetable known to man, so you can’t turn back now. You’re committed.”

That’s the sort of talk that would have given him a life-threatening case of the hives years ago, limping around Atlanta’s unforgiving streets looking for an Urgent Care more quickly than taking a jab to the gut. But now he just asks, “But she’ll like it though, right?”

Kelly Ann sighs, already sick of him. “Yes. The poor innocent you’ve tricked into thinking you’re boyfriend material will think it’s the best thing she’s ever eaten. Even Cal’s officer buddies eat it, and they’re more picky than the four-year-old.”

“I dunno,” he hums, hand-pulverized breadcrumb scattering over sea foam ceramic. “She cooks really good. Have I told you about the Cornish hens? They—”

“I have heard all about the Cornish hens. I am sick of hearing about the Cornish hens.” Obi’s mouth twitches. Gotta be hard for her, having to share the pedestal for Gayle’s Favorite Child. At least with someone who isn’t her own kid. “What kind of guarantees are you look for here? That it’s going to get you laid? It will definitely get you laid.”

“Kelly Ann.” If his hands weren’t covered in egg, he’d be pressing one to his chest, scandalized. “I wasn’t— I’m not doing this for sex.”

She snorts. Which, frankly, he’s earned. But he’s turned over a new leaf. Become a new, better man. One who knows that the most important part of a relationship isn’t what happens between the sheets.

But it certainly helps hedge your bets, especially when you’re as much of a fuck up as he is. Hell, if sex was an option, he wouldn’t be here, debating which hand he’d used for the wet ingredients and which was for the dry. Oh no, he would have been far too busy making her see shrimp colors to worry about whether eggplants stayed crispier fried or baked. But since he’d had fallen for her absolutely genius— though, as Yuzuri warned, biologically inadvisable— beach-dinner-sex seduction strategy, Doc’s on the bench for the next quarter, sexy-time wise, and he’s—

Well, he’s got to show her he’s got talents out of the bedroom too. Or, er, off the couch. And shower. Sometimes even—

Ah, well, non-flat surface based talents. Cooking’s supposed to be one of them.

At least, it would be, if his eggplant slices weren’t eating floor. “How are you supposed to even get these slippery bastards over to the tray? They just keep— fuck.”

“Just go slow,” Kelly Ann informs him with an aggravating amount of patience. “It’s not a race.”

“I am going slow,” he snaps, gingerly transferring his next slice to the rack. “There is no possible way I could be going slower. I’m going to be here for days just doing this. Years from now, archaeologists will find my body and wonder why I’m only halfway through—”

“If there was an Olympic event for complaining, you’d take gold five years running.” She can tease him as much as she like, but there’s no bite to it anymore, no sharp teeth waiting to take a nibble. No, he’s pretty sure that the stretch on her vowels means she’s smirking; the closest thing to a smile when she’s aimed in his direction. “Maybe you should be doing this for sex, it sounds like you might need—”

“You keep this up and I’ll ask Gayle when you’re thinking you’ll have round two.” His mouth is all teeth as he adds, “After all, Laila would make such a cute big sister.”

He can’t see her, but he can hear her seething on the other end of the line. “I know where you live.”

“It’s a fourteen hour drive at best and I’ve got Mom on speed dial.”

Her scowl radiates from the speaker. “Fine,” she grits out. “Guess I’ll just have to tell her we’re waiting until number two could have a playmate.”

Obi blinks down at her picture. “Huh, Toddy’s found some girl? That’s fast. He was single at—”

“I’m not talking about Toddy.”

There’s enough silence in the kitchen to make his ears ring. “…What?”

“Oh, come on, Obi,” Kelly Ann sighs, as if he’s the one being obtuse. “The only people you two were fooling at Christmas were yourselves. And now you’re spending a whole day pampering eggplant to impress her?”

“I had a day off,” he murmurs, knees suddenly as solid as his egg dredge. “And I don’t think battering and frying count as a spa day.”

Kelly Ann grunt, unconvinced. “Sure, sure, we can sit here and have you deflect all day. But when it comes down to it…you’re serious about her aren’t you?”

As a heart attack. Which would be fine, if they weren’t barely two months in to the longest relationship of his life. “I think it’s a little soon to say that, uh…”

“That you love her?” His heart beats so loud in his ears he can hardly hear her ask, “You do, don’t you? Love her?”

“Yeah.” It’s a miracle he can even speak with his mouth this dry. “Of course I do.”

“Have you said that? With your Big Boy words?”

He has to press his hands against the counter to keep them from shaking. A strategy that would go better if both of them weren’t covered in egg gunk.

“Ah, gotta go,” he gasps, already reaching for a towel. “Making a real mess of all this.”

“Obi—”

The first finger clean shoots out, cutting off the call.

“There,” he sighs. “That’s enough of that existential crisis.”

*

The eggplant’s fresh out of the oven and sauce just off the heat when the door opens with a shush, his own personal problem stumbling out into the living room, trying to toe her sandals into the tray. If he weren’t elbow deep with this casserole dish, he’d saunter out to appreciate her attempts; there’s a lot on TV nowadays, but none of it can compete with Doc nearly giving herself a concussion trying to unlatch one of those little buckles. TLC used to say you learned something new every day, and listening to her grumble approach swears without ever intersecting, Obi agrees.

“Oh, really.” Most people might be happy just to hurl abuse at inanimate objects, but not Doc. Oh no, she’s got to reason with them.  “This sort of…of…tomfoolery is very…rude. I think you should just…stop…if you would…”

He waits until the first tell-tale clatter and clunk, to call out, “Welcome home.”

“Obi!” she yelps, and oh, he might not be able to see it, but he knows that shocked look: mouth as round as her eyes, skin flushed down to where it meets the swoop of her collar. Extremely kissable, is what he’s saying. “You’re here?”

A tap of the sauce spool sends a chunk of it skittering across the stove, but he grins anyway. “Am I not supposed to be? Did you have plans? Maybe even naughty—?”

“No!” It’s more of a croak than a gasp. “No, I mean…you’re supposed to be here. I’m happy your here. You” —her voice drops, soft, like her pillows— “belong here.”

He thought he’d known all the ways a heart could ache these past few years, but when she talks like that, ah, he’d never thought it could feel this good. Or this terrifying. “You’re not denying the naughty plans thing.”

And she still doesn’t, going so quiet a guy might get suspicious, if he didn’t know— keenly— that she was still in the shop. Taking her nice places and making delicious, boyfriend-worthy dinners has been great; a bigger rush than sex in a bathroom stall. But still, when most of their nights involve staying in, settling into the couch the way they always did, just with the new, heady knowledge that they both are wanting the same things…

Well, there’s been a few inadvisable make out sessions. Exciting ones, the kind that involve hands going under shirts and down pants and wearing hoodies in eighty degree weather the next day. But every time they wandered beneath her shorts— or, more than a few personally exhilarating times, skirts— the mood swerved off the rails, ending things before they— or well, she could get anywhere. After a three-year dry spell, Obi thought a few weeks would be a breeze, a quick breather between rounds, but after a month of having her moan his name at just the simplest touch—

It’s a special kind of torture, he thinks as the other shoe drops. Especially when Doc’s never been one to behave.

“You are home early.” Doc doesn’t often get the jump on him— in shitty childhood vs playful girlfriend, there’s a clear winner every time— but this time, when her sweet voice pipes up from his elbow rather than the galley window, he does. “And cooking dinner?”

“Yeah, I, ah…” She’s always been a curious little squirrel, skittering hither and yon, but when she leans around him to catch a peek of his hard work, her breasts brush against his arm, and, well— like he said. It’s been a long time. “Haah…just needed to let some data compile for a diagram. Thought it might do better on my laptop on our internet.”

He should be playing Tetris with these eggplant pieces right now, but Doc doesn’t make it easy, not with the way she tucks herself against him, her front pressed to his side, a burning line from shoulder to hip. “Are those eggplant?”

One small hand traces a path across his belly, just below his navel, and— and Obi can read a room. Really he can. It’s just not possible that she’s putting down what he’s picking up. “Y-yeah.” He clears his throat, willing it back into an actual, grown adult’s register. “I, uh, got the recipe from Kelly Ann. She…”

Her wrist twists, just enough to dip the tip of her finger beneath his waistband, and oh god, okay, he can’t take it. “Can we talk?” he asks, desperate, one hand gripped around her wrist. “Just for a second here. Because I…I need some clarification, I think.”

Doc flusters, every visible inch of her skin red as she tries to slip from his grasp. Which is absolutely not happening, not if she’s barking up the tree he thinks she is. “S-sorry! I just…I thought…”

One tug sends her careening back into him, every inch of her pressed against every inch of him. Or well, most of them. He's got ten or so that don't quite match up “I’m not complaining about the thinking here. I’m confused about the doing, because I thought we weren’t supposed to, er…”

Do the doing isn’t really where he wants to take this sentence. “I thought,” he starts again, a shade more collected, “that you were in the shop.”

“No.” Her cheeks flush so pink he’s half tempted to bite them, just to see what she’d taste like against his tongue. “I-I mean, I was. But I went to my doctor today, and um…?”

Every muscle in his body stiffens, tense like a cat ready to pounce. “And…?”

Doc might be bold enough to throw herself out windows and into swamps full of at least three of his most deadly fears, but at the twitch of his dick against her hip, her eyes skitter back toward the counter. “A-are you at a good place to stop?”

The eggplant’s going to get floppy in the sauce, and none of it will be as good as it would be if he finished getting this in the oven now, but he can hardly care, not when she lets out a delicious little gasp as she bumps into the counter.

“What exactly did the doc clear you for?” he rumbles, leaning in to give her parted lips the barest brush. “This?”

Her fingers clench at his shoulders, as frustrated as the moan that slips from her throat. “Obi…”

There’s a warning in that, a promise for what will wait for him if he keeps up his teasing, and it only makes his next taste all the sweeter.

“This?” It’s a whisper against her lips, one lost when she swallows it whole. Those fingers yank him down, trapping him in this endless drag of lips and tongue, each one teasing out another moan, another shiver, until he’s nearly drunk from it.

One of his palms scrapes up her side; the silky material of her dress catches on his calluses before he dips beneath it, her nipple already pebbled against his palm. “This?”

His mouth drops to catch it, and oh, if he thought she’d been close before, there’s nothing but cloth between them now, her body arched to fill the curve of his. “Obi!”

She’s trembling in his grip, only the arm at her back keeping her upright, and oh, it’s nothing to trace his fingers up her thigh, to trace the edge of her panties. “This?”

His only answer is a whimper and the bite of nails at his shoulder. It’s enough; he shoves them to the side, the small hairs there tickling his palms. And when the tip of his finger slips between her folds—

“Jesus. Fuck.” His forehead rests against her shoulder. “You’re…?”

Wet. Soaked. His mouth is too dry to get out the words. He doesn’t need to, not when she nods, wiggling against his hand. “Uh-huh.”

“Hah.” He licks his lips, hoping she can’t feel how he trembles now, every part of him drawn as tight as a bowstring. “How about this?”

His fingers dip inside, two sinking straight to the last knuckle. God, he nearly cums right there, from the noise she makes. “Is this what the doc cleared you for, Shirayuki?”

She whines, a pathetic, frustrated sound. One he’d be happy to tease out of her again, if she didn’t reach down and pump his fingers into her again, like he might need the help.

“Haah,” he breathes, hard. “Yeah, I think I can help with that.”

By the way she’s moving, it won’t be enough. Not nearly enough for either of them, not with his cock straining his jeans, soaking them where it’s trapped up against the band. He grinds against her hip, trying to get some relief, pulling her even tighter against him as his fingers work, and—

“Obi,” she gasps, pushing his shoulders away. “We eat on these counters.”

He’d argue that, if they weren’t already sharing space with dinner. Instead he leans in, giving her one, long kiss as he drags his fingers out of her. “Your room or mine?”

“Whichever,” she sighs, hopping up into his arms, “is closer.”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #The Wide Florida Bay #lime #my fic #modern AU #college AU #ans #set just after Something Real (the beach date) #I had a whole very smutty part planned for the very end here but instead there is just a teaser for it #because this first scene got LONG and then I wanted Shirayuki to dither a bit #wrap around his legs like a cat in heat while he wondered whether he was getting a green light or was just colorblind #so just a little taste! #next time i have an opportunity to get to this mini arc there will definitely be smut #the plot bearing kind #🤣

[elodieunderglass]

Horror isekai where Perceiving the Weird Eldritch Thing gets you catapulted into a nightmare labyrinth of puzzle-solving.

I.e Those Who Perceive The Hunt of the Goblin King Must Partake In The Labyrinth and Can Only Be Freed If They Complete It In One Day and One Night. By Fae Law. For Reasons.

But the definition of “perception” clearly needs to be updated because some normal guy simply films the Hunt of the Goblin King Behind Arby’s, and puts it on Facebook -

No, not instagram or TikTok, it’s important that it be Facebook -

Because the rules are pretty clear, “the rules are the rules” as is carved ominously in elvish runes above the grim gate, and the Contract is Sealed. and so therefore the guy and 25 of their most random real-life acquaintances must run the gauntlet together. It’s Some Guy, their immediate neighbors, their first partner’s mom, their friends from hobby Facebook groups (oh this poor guy and their hobbies; the elderly birdwatchers from Facebook and the young up-and-coming drag king community), their random teen kid niece, college friends, a dog who also watched the video, a couple consisting of a woman who is the guy’s Facebook friend and showed her husband the video, and the husband doesn’t even know Some Guy, so he’s in the labyrinth and absolutely furious about being forced to be involved, and they proceed to break up over the course of the puzzle.

It’s important that the narrative keeps trying to be a sexy dark horror isekai! but within this the comedic reality of Catherine, 52, the guy’s horse-riding instructor, being passionately involved in escape-room-style puzzle solving and grappling with minor goblins. They are in fact speedrunning the gauntlet.

The Goblin King finally has to say: all right, actually, I only really set all this up to fuck with one (1) guy at a time, thanks for your willingness to participate, but I think all 25 of you can consider the gauntlet fully run.

And the group would be quite hurt by that. The rules are the rules. We have a contract, actually. Let Catherine cook.

#this feels extremely like… 2015 tumblr to me #but it also feels a sort of comforting honesty in this time #thank you for giving me this safe space #this plot idea just feels like some kind of nostalgia . to me. #writing it out I felt like I knew it was unfashionably written AND YET #I was thinking last night about how Stranger Things works quite #well because it’s set in the 80s… it is load-bearing that it be set in the 80s… it’s plot relevant and worldbuilding #well for some reason this plot has to be set pre-pandemic post-impact-text-memes

[evelynpr]

Hoyoverse's children in a nutshell

Fly me 2 the moon: First and oldest child, long gone RIP. Their legacy is having the first ever Kiana Kaslana

Zombiegal Kawaii: basically dead, hardly anyone even knew about her

Houkai Gakuen 2 (aka Gun Girls Z; GGZ): Next child, oldest, small and niche but dedicated fanbase, still going in CN server. Very gay and depressing, incredibly convoluted lore.

Honkai Impact 3rd: Took after GGZ a lot then became the favorite child. Still gay and depressing but more hopeful. Definitely a lesbian. They also really like flashy combat, philosophy, and science fiction.

Genshin Impact: The popular kid, and spoiled brat. They're very bisexual and very into religious themes and every culture and myth imaginable.

Tears of Themis: Probably the only cishet male child. Their fans are fewer but well fed and satisfied. (I dont know nearly enough about their story and themes to know its personality tho)

Honkai Star Rail: Takes a lot from big sis hi3rd (depressed but hopeful gays), and probably genderfluid. Ppl love it, theyre popular but it doesnt get into their head as much compared to Genshin. They're also really into exposed shoulders and internet memes.

Zenless Zone Zero: New kid on the block with furries and cyborgs. They are the youngest, most punk, and definitely into western action rpgs more than their older siblings.

#if i am mistaken feel free to correct me #but guys. as a genshin fan. you just Know theyre a spoiled brat and ungrateful to their fanbase #and you wished that genshin had nearly as much char development as hi3rd chars #hsr i may not play it but it really seems to lean into its more deranged side much more and i like it #its also really polished so good for them #last thing i heard abt ToT is they got fed really well with their hot dudes so good for them #tho i know nothing abt its...actual plot #ZZZ looks really fun and flashy and i like how theyre finally experimenting with different kinds of characters more #you can play as a BEAR. a CYBORG. and more big boobs. in the same game. awesome. #GGZ is as insane and complicated and gay as per usual #and rip fly me to the moon and zombie gal #evelynpr genshin #evelynpr honkai #honkai #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd #hi3rd #genshin #genshin impact #hsr #honkai star rail #ggz #zzz #zenless zone zero #tears of themis #das a lotta tags #hoyoverse #mihoyo

[saturnniidae]

Shout out to Sweet tooth for having strong male-female friendships that end in tragedy but remain completely platonic as well as little to no romance throughout the entire show

#anyone here like sweet tooth 🙏🙏 #jep and aimee ruined me #the honesty rlly funny weird friendship rani and jhonny had #gus and wendy my beloveds.. #becky and that guy she was briefly kind of friends with cant fucking remember his name #but for a sec i was worried they were gonna pull some romance plot shit #so glad they didnt #becky/bear is a LESBIAN to me. #sweet tooth netflix #big man sweet tooth #sweet tooth season 2 #aimee eden #rani singh #bear sweet tooth #aroace #aromantic #aromantic stuff #so tired of amatonormativity i celebrate whenever theres m/f friendships that stay completely platonic 💀 #i feel like a racoon literally scrounging in an alleyway for scraps #moth.txt

[rassicas]

Did anything at all come of the "Save Our Salmons" post? I just remembered it and was like, "... huh. Whatever happened with that?" I guess it could've been in reference to Grizz using the eggs for the rocket, but the egg usage feels somehow disconnected from the Salmonids in RotM. :/

yeah no I still think about that, 'save our salmons' really amounted to nothing <3 ROTM's human extinction lore was amazing, and then everything else.....a whole lot of wasted potential

#asks #octavio. save our salmons. the bear foreshadowing made way too obvious/poorly handled. idols feeling shoehorned in there. #missing basic explanations for why things are the way they are #no further info on orca and what it thinks of grizz despite it possibly betraying him? #whatever the fuck sealife energy sudden magic bullshit #fuzzy octarians are just there how did grizz get them #poor explanation on how grizzco came to be #weird lack of mention of the judds which may be intentional but it feels kind of. weak imo #literally no good reason for why grizz took cuttlefish the brain thing makes no sense. poorly done plot device. #et cetera et cetera

[monstersmutpeddler]

A Soul to Guide: Duskwalker Brides: Book Four

By: Opal Reyne 

Monster Scale

Level 05: Advanced Monsterfuckery

Y’know Elias from Ancient Magus’ Bride? He’s basically that. 

My Overall Rating For The Book

"I Bought The Ebook or Will Read On Kindle Unlimited"

Fun read, I loved reading about all the different, crazy worldbuilding happening in this book! Only issue I have is that the 'elves' were maybe dipicted as a little too perfect, or just completely oblivious to the horros/misfortunes they are partially responsible for. I'm not sure which is which.

Raewyn and Merikh are an interesting pair, and I feel like I had finally settled into a groove with their relationship near the end of the story.

I'm excited to see where the story continues!

Overly Simplified Summary

Raewyn wants to return to her home in the fae realm, and Merikh wants to leave Earth behind to start a new life where he isn't treated like a monster. With the same interests at heart, the pair journey together.

Keep reading for ‘This Book Has Everything’ and possible Trigger Warnings.

This Book Series Has Everything

[x] Touch them and I’ll kill you vibes

[x] Big buff love interest

[x] Soul mates or fated mates

[x] Miscommunication happens between leads at some point

[x] Love interest and/or main character is hiding something

[x] Plot first smut second

[x] Straight

[x] One’s a sunshine and the other is a grump

[x] Couple bonds in a Bear Grylls survival situation

[x] Forced proximity

[x] Dude got an interesting dick

It's big, with ridges and tentacles.

[x] Main character and love interest talk about their problems or tragic pasts and heal together

[x] The side character steals the show and makes you want their own book

Looks like they are getting their own books!

[x] Lead has a superpower of some kind

Raewyn can use magic.

[x] Lead or love interest has a disability

Raewyn is blind.

[x] Lead or love interest gets injured and the lead or love interests drop everything to take care of them

[x] Happy Ending Guaranteed

[x] Super scary/dangerous but very gentle and sweet with the one they love

Here’s a link/buy the book!

Trigger Warnings

[x] Loss of a loved one

#happy ending guaranteed #straight #big buff love interest #touch them and i’ll kill you vibes #plot first smut second #Super scary/dangerous but very gentle and sweet with the one they love #Lead or love interest gets injured and the lead or love interests drop everything to take care of them #Lead or love interest has a disability #Lead has a superpower of some kind #The side character steals the show and makes you want their own book #Main character and love interest talk about their problems or tragic pasts and heal together #Dude got an interesting dick #forced proximity #Couple bonds in a Bear Grylls survival situation #One’s a sunshine and the other is a grump #Love interest and/or main character is hiding something #Miscommunication happens between leads at some point #Soul mates or fated mates #Touch them and I’ll kill you vibes

[darkeneddawningmain]

I live! And I'm writing a fic

Hello, everyone! :) I've re-started the process of moving this blog over to a side blog (@darkeneddawning) when I have time. End goal is to have all my art and stuff from here over there, so my main blog (this one) can be used for everything. The side blog will be where I post new phandom art and stuff.

Hopefully the transfer isn't too confusing for everyone. If you want to follow me to see my phandom art and stuff, you might want to wait until my side blog is all caught up, or you'll be spammed with me reblogging all of my old art over there for the next while. I'll announce on this blog when it's done and wait at least a week so people have time to unfollow this blog if they don't want my reblogs of everything I like to clutter up their dashes.

But I'm too impatient to wait until I'm done with that before I start posting again, so here's a blurb from the DP x DC Circus Gothica crossover fic I'm writing! It's going to be a while before I can post it since I've got a lot going on and I'm a very slow writer so far, but I'm hoping posting about it will keep me motivated to continue working on it :)

It's not a very long blurb, but I'll put it under a read more anyway (along with a synopsis of the fic):

Fic synopsis:

Wait, but if I’m mind controlled, and you’re mind controlled, then who’s catching the evil ringmaster??

Jason wasn’t expecting to join the suspicious circus he was investigating on Dick’s behalf, but a day in found him planning a heist with his new posse of co-slaves. At least getting in on the action gave him the answers he was looking for, as well as some others to questions he’d forgotten he was still asking.

Or: A new circus rolls into Bludhaven, trailing a history of too many pilfered towns to be a coincidence. Dick asks Jason to look into it on account of Dick’s circus related trauma. Jason was expecting to find evidence, not a one-way ticket to minion town, or a mysterious boy who somehow calmed the insatiable waters of the pit. Who is this boy, and what can he teach Jason about himself?

----

Though he felt compelled to come, he didn’t know what was wanted of him now that he was here.

“This area is off limits to guests. Can I help you?”

That reaper kid from the performance, head attached, was looking at Jason with a raised brow. The same Red color that was swirling around Jason’s brain occupied the kid’s irises. Now he was up close, Jason could see how the kid’s stage eyeliner was only a slight enhancement to the genuine dark circles under his eyes. With those in addition to the gaunt hollowness of his cheeks, the kid looked like he hadn’t slept in years.

Jason smiled. It wasn’t a natural smile, but the Red liked it. “I’m here to, uh… cross over to the dark side?” That was all the Red was giving him to work with.

Reaper kid squinted at him, then drew back in surprise. “Woah, I totally thought you were human. Is that a disguise?” he asked, walking up to Jason.

“Disguise?” Jason glanced down at his body like it would clue him in to what reaper kid was talking about. He looked plenty human to himself. “What else would I be?” Was this important to the Red’s mission? Red was starting to feel a little more impatient.

“Uh, you know,” the kid gave a dismissive hand wave, but clarified: “Dead?”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #circus gothica #danny fenton #jason todd #I'm still hammering out the details but I have the main plot figured out #it specifies that danny's head is attached bc it comes off as part of the show #most of my batfam knowledge comes from dp x dc fics so hopefully I don't egregiously mischaracterize them #also are there specific tags the phandom uses for stuff like this that anyone would want me to use in the future? #bc I know I used to stay caught up on my favorite tags in the day and proper tagging/categorization is something I appreciated from others #I still don't want to post on this blog too much before the transfer is complete since I don't want to make the transition too confusing #this blog has gained a few new followers recently (that aren't spam bots) and I worry that the move is going to be annoying for people #honestly I shouldn't post this bc it probably is going to make the move messier if I do #but I really want to get back into participating instead of just lurking #and hinging participation on an intimidating obstacle has prevented me from doing anything for too long #I literally stopped posting on tumblr all that time ago bc I couldn't find a solution to how I couldn't reblog posts to a side blog easily #I tried over and over to figure out a way to reassign which blog was my main #I tried using a side blog as my everything blog and it was not doable for me #I've never seen anyone else make a transition like this so it's kind of embarrassing #but it's still the best solution I've come up with so please bear with me

[the--highlanders]

every day I wish they were still making the short trips books

#personal #i mean. #every day i wish there was more good two-era eu content. #but you know. #the short trips books have such a specific VIBE #they get to be weird and out there but also they get to be low-stakes and character-driven and slice-of-life-y #absolute pinnacle of dr who eu media imo #they just feel kind of. fic-y in a warm way. like they get to explore concepts /for the sake of the concepts/ #and because they're short they don't have to get caught up in larger overarching plots #what if jamie met william wallace. what if two took zoe to volunteer at a soup kitchen. #what if two had to brave his own grief and give a multidimensional creature a funeral. #what if jamie was a bear. #(<- i'm legally required to get that one in there every time i talk about short trips)

[lyssentome]

Other people already reaching the thousands for nano:

Me, doing my best (forcing myself to participate bc i told myself i would do nano) even though i am d r o w n i n g in lab reports (672 words since nano started):

#please help me i am d y i n g #personal #nanowrimo 2023 #diet nanowrimo log... kind of #my brain is constantly fried from lack of sleep and overuse. please bear with me. #also i ended up doing the lesbian mafia thingy because with the current state of my brain i absolutely cannot come up with a whole new plot #sorry.

[magnusmodig]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 was a medium sized wooden block. one that he was slowly whittling away at to form a wooden boat just large enough to hold a small bouquet and some burial ornaments. he was working on a third of these such wooden vessels. the rest were placed soundly on the grey pebble-sand beside him. on their starboard and port sides were asgardian runes.

ᚢᚦᛁᚾ . ᚠᚱᛁᚴ .

one for father . one for mother . one for asgard .

amity celebration / open !

#aevum open #the amity celebration / 2024 #(i'm putting this in-between some events that mischiefmodig and i have plotted so bear with thor as he is BROODY) #(u3u turns out an entire festival related to family is kind of touchy) #(when yours is fractured at best and completely shattered apart at the usual and none of it makes any sense anymore) #( ic . ) — son of odin . the crown is a heavy burden for thee . #( open . ) — the dance of the leaves when the autumn wind blows .

[thebluestbluewords]

Excerpt from Establishing Council of the United Sovereignties of Auradon, General Meeting Minutes, Early Spring, year XXXX

Motion #22: Villainous Uprising:  King Adam of Rouen-Metz

King Adam presented to the council the current status of the villain uprising, which now controls the kingdom of Atlantica, the border with Waverly City to the east, and the border with Astoria to the west. The troops dispatched by the United Sovereignties upon our last meeting have been returned to their respective kingdoms in the form of a large quantity (roughly equivalent by weight to the bodies of the soldiers originally dispatched) of black sand. 

In light of this development, King Adam proposes that the council dispatch the full military forces of Auroria and Charmingdale to disburse the villain uprising and recover control of Atlantica. 

Princess Briar Rose of Auroria proposed a second division of troops, in order to lessen the burden on specific kingdoms within the United Sovereignties. 

King Adam reminded Princess Briar that the current troops were returned in ashes, and suggested that perhaps this abject failure at quashing the villains was due to the scattered nature of the previous defense. Furthermore, he brought to the council the proposal of sending all of the troops from each of the united sovereignties in waves so that if the first were to fail once again at suppressing the forward motion of the villains, the second could have an encampment prepared a short distance away so as to avoid the constant moving a troops into position while the villains march forward. 

The council approved the deployment of a united force from the kingdoms of Auroria, Charmingdale, and New London, to attack on the current front lines. An additional contingent will dispatched from each of the other kingdoms in the United Sovereignties who holds a standing military force, to establish a breakpoint in the kingdom of Westerly should the villains evade the front line deployment. Motion approved 16-2, 1 abstained.

#my fic #descendants #this is something I may or may not follow through on but the plot bunny DEMANDED to be heard #I am constantly fascinated by the ways that the isle might have been established #and how it might have seemed like a mercy at the time. #so. trying to build to that. #(Adam knows what being treated as a monster can do to a man. Adam cannot bear to kill so many who participated in the uprising.) #(imprisonment would be a kindness. It would allow them space to change. to learn.) #Adam has responsibilities to the kingdom that he is uniting under the banner of his protection. he cannot abandon them. #if he shuttles the fruit of the unburned fields out to the isle where the villains are waiting and leaves his own people to starve #does that make him as bad as they are?? #he cannot save everyone #and. looking over the bodies of the men he led against the villains. he’s not sure that he wants to.

[designernishiki]

I really love that legendary korean actor gong yoo, known for playing the lead role in huge award winning films like train to busan, was in the ryu ga gotoku movie for literally no reason

#when I watched it all the way through the other day I was like. what the fuck. why are you here. and why are you a random #sniper associated with a korean mafia or something who has like no bearing on the plot at all #that movie is all over the place its kind of hilarious #they really got down the feeling of random substories you inevitably run into in yakuza that have nothing to do with the plot at all #does it make for a cohesive movie? absolutely not. does it accurately follow the main plot? also no. but is it entertaining? big time #ryu ga gotoku movie #rgg #yakuza #rambling

[wordsgood]

1. valery k has its issues

2. I feel like the issues it has are not the ones that people are talking about and the ones they are talking about are not as bad issues as they make it out to be

3. shit though where’s that sequel though I’m ready for it now

4. VALERY KHOLKANOV NONBINARY

#personally?? me??? just me???? my own subjective opinion???? #MASSIVE improvement in writing women since the kingdoms #i don’t really…….. see the problem that everyone else is seeing wrt anna tbh #anna is a great character she has agency she is very smart and there’s going to be a sequel #i mean?? especially compared to agatha?????? but even on her own I think she’s good I really liked her parts #damn y’all had me thinking she was going to get radiation-disintegrated on the page lmao #like. just my opinion. it was the ww2 stuff that made me the most uncomfortable #it had so little bearing on the plot im not sure why it was included #ALSO one of the reviews I read complained about the bit at the end where valery is talking about gendered titles of address #saying that it was cissexist and like. as a nonbinary person with dysphoria. the way valery said it was exactly how I feel getting ma’am’d #so??? no????? not inherently cissexist? come on now guys #altho if comrade IS gendered in Russia then that’s a significant oversight on pulley’s part lmao #but I mean maybe it’s a she’s a little confused but she got the spirit kind of thing #i know we’re all a little on edge with her being in bridget collins’s anthology #but I’ve got my fingers crossed and also VALERY KHOLKANOV NONBINARY TRUTHER #i keep making posts that feel like kicking a fire ant bed and so I don’t tag anything but then I don’t get into the pulleyverse convos ugh #the half life of valery k #pulleyverse #natasha pulley

[albatris]

had a dream the title of rental car book two was just KEEP LEFT UNLESS OVERTAKING

(anyway today was moving day!!! so I'm too exhausted to post anything else. I woke up to post this. goodnight again. be good drivers y'all)

#do bear in mind I'm Australian so. left is our ''slower'' lane #so the title is exactly what it says on the tin #and not like. KEEP LEFT UNLESS OVERTAKING in a setting where one ought to keep right unless overtaking #but anyway #pros: #- will be shortened simply to ''keep left'' when i am talking about it and that feels nice in my brain #cons: #- i have no clue what the relevance is to the plot LMAO #- it means both titles so far have the word left in them therefore book three must as well #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #keep left unless overtaking #two more thoughts: #could b fun to instead of keep left unless overtaking. to do some kind of funky fantasy spin on it #keep something unless overtaking #keep left unless something #OR. #going from rental car to keep left using left as a direction to a final book in the trilogy using left as a descriptor of like.... #what is Left #is no one left? is anything left? these are the questions we ask in these harrowing times. all that's left is what #anyway as much as keep left unless overtaking doesn't even make SENSE as a title it or something close to it has #clicked in that annoying way things have of Clicking where its just so perfect and satisfying i worry nothing will ever feel right #tbf lots of my story titles are the same - something clicks and then i just make it work #and by GOD do i make it work #also i figured out how to make it work literally just then. hm #but still keep left unless overtaking is too straightforward and normal it needs a Kick #like. the ''and disappears'' is what gives the first title a dash of intrigue #but idk idk im going back to sleepb I'm falling asleep <3

[smute]

ok so i finished season 1 of the white lotus and whats remarkable to me is how relatable every character is like there is no villain no one is wholly evil not even fucking shane or olivia theyre all so painfully real? also so happy for jennifer coolidge who finally got to play a role with some true depth tanya could've easily been another caricature but she evokes so much sympathy i am in awe

#tbh halfway through i completely forgot about the murder mystery introduction and i think that was intentional #like ultimately its not a murder mystery #that whole element has no real bearing on the plot #but as a viewer going into the whole thing with the knowledge that someone *will* die #you're sort of pushed to consider the potential danger #simmering beneath the surface of all that complacency #and frivolity #and ETIQUETTE oh my god #its so well done ugh #its not whodunnit its more like #what in gods name could these people get so upset about #that would warrant that kind of violence #and it makes many of the already uncomfortable scenes downright unbearable #like that conversation between rachel and nicole by the pool jesus christ #or literally everything oilivia says to anyone #oh! another thing i really liked is the fact that we dont really know how rich they all are but my impression is that they're not like #billionaires #like yeah they're doing well nicole is some sort of tech CFO they're certainly upper upper upper middle class #tanya doesnt have to worry about money either and shane is from some waspy old money family but he's not a saudi prince u know? #again. it would have been so easy to overdo the whole thing #turn them into caricatures but NO its all about THEM! theyre not just boogeymen #theyre real and its about them and their attitude that very familiar sense of entitlement #their completely unfounded PARANOIA and the gnawing emptiness that persists despite all that material wealth #LOVE LOVE LOVE everything about it #sorry my thoughts are all over the place #he lied #this is as good as it gets tbh #ALL GROUNDS NO FILTER ☕️ #&

[navree]

wait the house of the dragon trailer really had bitchass rhaegar’s “he is the prince that was promised and his is the song of ice and fire” line be given to a book for rhaenyra to read out of, god how much of this show is just the showrunners looking at asoiaf shit and going “oh d&d didn’t use that we’re gonna ape it instead”

#personal #this show is working real hard to make me angry at david and dan all over again and guess what it's working #i'm mad at them all over again #'a targaryen needs to be on the iron throne for the long night' ok but she wasn't??? #'everyone needs to be united' ok but they weren't?????? #'the targaryens will help end the threat' OK BUT ARYA KILLED THE NIGHT KING RANDOMLY AND THEY BARELY LET DANY DO SHIT??????????????? #this is a prequel to the stupid show so there should be some mild continuity with the stupid show #and the problem is that because the stupid show Kind Of Forgot about the prophecies and shit #i mean clea ain't having none of it which is great #(gonna be entirely honest i don't even know why we're bringing the dreams of the long night into it) #(like yeah aegon being able to predict it and conquering westeros as a countermeasure is pretty heavily implied in text and by george) #(but it has NO bearing on this story or the dance of dragons) #(the dance was a succession crisis meant to be part of a history and explain the decline of the targaryens) #(and flesh out both their own lineage and the world of westeros at large) #(there's no reason the main asoiaf plots and prophecies should be playing into it at all that's not what it's about it's a political drama) #(it's like making a movie about idk watergate or smth and then adding mystical predictions about judgment day)