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sharpen-your-hatchet · 1 year

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Old Wounds - Wenclair fanfic, chapter 25

Description: Now aged 22, Wednesday Addams is an up-and-coming author. Her time at Nevermore is well behind her, and she is alone, and that suits her just fine...But when a 'new' neighbour shows up in her apartment building, she'll truly be tested on whether her "bad habit" of caring truly has been broken. (Hint: It hasn't.)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Mature (Fic is fully SFW up to Chapter 20)

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The afternoon turns to evening with a slowness Wednesday can only describe as torturous.

Not in a fun way, unfortunately.

Following her mother’s mention of marriage, the conversation divulged further into her mother’s hopes for Wednesday and Enid’s future. Suffice to say, Wednesday quickly excused herself from the conversation and returned to her room. This is where she finds herself now, still ruminating over the words exchanged.

It is a fortuitous thing that her Mother thinks so highly of her relationship with Enid. Wednesday knows many people would find their pairing odd, or unfitting, and frankly she could not give less of a shit about that...but if her mother did not approve? Well. That is less easy to brush off. Impossible, perhaps.

But the mention of marriage? Now this has thrown Wednesday for a loop. Which – considering her general demeanour – is quite a feat.

Wednesday is sitting at a vanity table across from her bed. She watches Enid as she sleeps, and wonders what the future holds for them. Wednesday never expected to get to this point so she has never thought to humour the idea of anything more. Her future was always so clearly laid out before her prior to this; prior to Enid’s return. So, It is both somewhat imposing and slightly frustrating to feel an uncertainty about what is awaiting her.

As always, Wednesday hates not knowing.

Truthfully, it seems it is not the initial suggestion of marriage at all that causes Wednesday’s mental stumble. No, it is not the idea that getting married in the future is upsetting, which frankly, any precious iteration of herself would have balked at immediately. What it seems to be; what causes Wednesday to feel at odds is the casual nature in which it is mentioned. It is the way her mother brings it up, nonplussed and simple, that causes Wednesday this pause.

Because it’s clearly just so simple, right?

However, Wednesday is not someone who dates, or has dated historically to be more accurate. This is not a wheelhouse in which she is familiar, and it has been a particular source of frustration over the last...well, few months, technically – two weeks officially, of course.

It has been an uphill battle of learning, and adapting, and figuring out how these things work. Wednesday knows there are milestones in dating, sure, but what is the timeline for it? When should they happen? Should some of them happened already that haven’t yet?!

Wednesday can barely hold Enid’s hand in public yet; has to treat their affections like a closely held secret… So how does it seem fair to throw the idea of marriage into the mix when the days are so early?

Of course, there is progress behind closed doors; in the private intimate moments no one sees...those moments are what Wednesday lives for; what brings her confidence, when she gets to release the grating awkwardness of public affectations and show Enid how she feels without the prying eyes of strangers who do not deserve to bare witness anyway. Even so, Wednesday is yet to crest the hill of many things regarding private intimacy – with frankly little idea of how long it will take her to tackle the next steps.

Wednesday scowls at herself now, and at her own rapidly snowballing thoughts. It is ridiculous and unrelenting. She knows it is best to jump off this train of thought before she runs herself into a pit of misery… but, unfortunately for her, her mother’s words have a way of sticking around.

And now, as she considers the future, Wednesday’s mind also runs to the past. What she and Enid have now is all they have to show for six years. Two years at nevermore, growing and caring – only for Wednesday to disappear; isolate herself, regress. Add on four years, a fateful meeting and now it is all being turned around again. It is a lot of time… and there is still so far to go.

Wednesday has only ever cared about going at her own pace; never caring about the speed of those around her, nor if they think she should change her own… but now, as she sits watching, waiting for Enid to awaken, she is struck with a concern that maybe it is taking her too long – or has taken her too long. Enid has waited so far but can that last? Could Enid really desire more years of patience?

As someone often impatient in her own pursuits, Wednesday feels an increasing frustration at how time blind she has been. She is like a fish trying to climb a tree. Evolution is coming for her slowly, but she’s still not quite there and there is no telling how much time it will take.

So, coming full circle, how can Wednesday even marginally consider marriage and an endless future with Enid – even if she wants it – when she is so painfully aware of the investment it will take to reach so many milestones before it?

Ugh. This is exhausting.

Wednesday continues watching Enid. She silently seethes at this idea so unceremoniously planted in her head by her mother. It is uncouth and unfair, and making her act strangely, for certain...

And that still isn’t fully analysing the fact that the marriage suggestion itself doesn’t make her skin crawl.

Wednesday is unwilling to explore that particular thought further. She’s had enough of thinking as it is.

She stands from the chair and stiffly shuffles over to the free side of the bed. She carefully climbs atop the sheets, hugging her knees to her chest, and looks down to Enid asleep aside her. Enid stirs, eliciting a mumble of noise.

“Wends?” Enid slurs. Her voice is thick with sleep, barely conscious. “Is that you?”

“No, it’s an axe murderer,” Wednesday replies bluntly.

Enid makes a noise halfway between a smirk and a tired grumble. She rolls over to face Wednesday, nuzzling her face into the pillow. Her eyes remain closed but the gentle twitch of her eyelids indicates she is – in fact – stirring from her sleep. Perhaps she has been for a while.

“Axe murderer wouldn’t say that,” Enid mumbles indignantly with a yawn. She pulls one of her arms from under the sheets, and blindly reaches out, padding her hand across Wednesday’s side. “Mmm, not murderer. Girlfriend.”

Wednesday feels the electric tension in her body settle slightly at Enid’s conduit touch.

“I can be your girlfriend and an axe murderer.”

Enid blinks her eyes open. Staring blearily up at Wednesday, she then squints, as if analysing what she sees. “You prefer knives.”

Wednesday quirks an eyebrow.

“An astute observation.”

Enid smiles gently, humouring Wednesday’s reply. She stretches out, then shuffles so she’s angled upwards in the bed, lightly drooping against Wednesday’s side. Enid’s body is warm; soft – and this warmth bleeds into Wednesday’s cold flesh, prodding Wednesday away from her icy, distant disposition.

“Promise you won’t go all Ghostface, though?” Enid asks.

Wednesday makes an unamused noise..

“Please, the Ghostface killers in those movies are all amateurs. My murders wouldn’t be so predictable.”

“I fully believe you.” Enid replies, yawning again.

The light banter is an effective temporary mood lifter. Wednesday is not dragged entirely away from her focus has been laying, but she is able to find momentary peace from Enid’s soft and gentle awakening… But even so; even with Enid’s distracting, Wednesday cannot meet her gaze. Her eyes remain firmly staring out into the room, or at the bed sheets. Enid does not notice… or at least, she does not notice immediately.

It’s only after a few more exchanges; once the conversation dies down and Wednesday cannot keep up the facade, and Enid is fully awake, that she begins to realise.

Wednesday sees Enid’s brows furrow in thought. It’s out the corner of her eye, but it’s unmistakable. When worried concern knits into Enid’s expression it is like a sunshine at a funeral – which is to say, it is seems out of place; wrong, in many senses of the word. It’s also hard to miss. Wednesday knows Enid’s brain is ticking away at what may have transpired in the last few hours whilst she slept.

Wednesday says nothing. She simply waits for the question.

“...What did your mom say to you?” Enid enquires.

And, just like that. Nail on the head.

Wednesday turns her head to Enid. She lightly grinds her jaw, hesitant in finding the words. Wednesday does not want to find them, perhaps… This kind of emotional intimacy has always been the least tasteful in Wednesday’s mind. It is one thing to grow and accept love in it’s various intimate forms – but to spell out your concerns and doubts in full earnest? It makes Wednesday’s stomach feel like a chasm. It is one of the things she detests most.

But… she can see the sincerity in Enid’s expression; feel the warmth that emanates from all that she is. It’s just Enid. Her Enid, and she wants to help.

And like Wednesday told her mother - Enid makes emotions feel safe.

So...perhaps she just has to try.

“Yes. My mother and I talked.” Wednesday says flatly after a moment. It is a slow start, but one nonetheless. “She mentioned something rather… prematurely.”

Wednesday then sighs – at herself, mostly. This already feels like pulling teeth, and not in a fun way. “And I may have had a negative reaction to what she spoke of.” She adds.

Enid frowns thoughtfully.

“She must’ve said something totally awful, then?”

Wednesday shakes her head slightly. The concerning feeling in her stomach seems to only grow further as she carefully considers her next words, her discomfort growing akin to vines wrapping their way around her internal organs and squeezing out their usual tenacity.

“In truth, I believe most people would find what she said quite delightful…”

There’s a pause. Wednesday’s eyes dare to flick upwards and meet Enid’s for a brief second. She expects to find a measure of reluctance strike at Enid’s deep questioning gaze, but what Wednesday sees from Enid is in fact a loving concern, and what hits her instead is a sheepish desire for this to be easier.

Maybe one day it will be.

“...But as you are aware, I am not like most people.” Wednesday continues, her voice stilted.

“You’re not,” Enid agrees, smiling softly. “But that’s what I love about you.”

Enid brings one of her hands to Wednesday’s own. She does not squeeze it as she normally would, but just lets it rest, giving Wednesday control to pull away if she wishes. Enid smiles then, gentle and encouraging.

Wednesday looks at Enid’s hand. She takes in a heavy breath. Something about Enid’s touch; her smile, her intentional yet quiet way of encouraging is something Wednesday will always be undone by. So few can command things from Wednesday with so little, whilst also seeming unobtrusive. This emboldening zeal of Enid’s fights against Wednesday’s displeasure for sharing and it perhaps does not win outright, but it certainly gives Wednesday a push to keep going.

“My mother… She mentioned marriage.”

Enid splutters out a cough.

“I’m sorry- She- What?!”

“Marriage, Enid. She sees it in our future.” Wednesday reiterates. She’s then quiet for a minute, steeling herself. Her heart beats loudly in her ears. “And then… Well it is not without saying that our journey has been particularly strange. I find myself concerning over things I have yet to encounter and it, perhaps, occurred to me that…” Wednesday’s voice trails off, stuck for the final words.

Enid looks at her patiently.

And god, how Wednesday is jarred by the empathy she is offered every time. Perhaps it is no surprise she finds herself concerned about diminishing returns when every compassionate moment still finds a way to shock her.

“It occurred to me that… You have been incredibly patient in a world where most people grow weary of me quickly. For good reason. However, no one is endlessly patient and I thought that maybe-”

“-I would get tired of waiting?” Enid asks, finishing the statement so Wednesday does not have to.

It is a small mercy amongst the many Enid already offers.

Wednesday sighs.

“...Yes.”

Enid’s smile saddens slightly, but she does not seem overly upset at the admission. She shuffles a little, so she can face Wednesday more directly, offering a gaze so tender that Wednesday cannot help but be lost in it once she finally dares to look back up.

“Hey,” Enid coos. “It’s okay. Everyone gets a little anxious about relationships sometimes especially when parents start saying shit… But Wends, I’m not planning on going anywhere. The marriage thing is uh, something we can put on ice though. Little early for that.”

Enid lets out an awkward half-laugh on the marriage comment. It seems to discomfort her too slightly, which makes Wednesday feel a little better about her own feelings towards it.

Wednesday nods slowly, taking heed of Enid’s words. Her immediate anguish seems tamed by them, at the very least. Undoubtedly though, there is still a grumble of angst that lurks in Wednesday’s bones, but this is perhaps simply her cross to bare as she wades into the tepid waters of expressing her feelings. It is still distasteful...but as of now, there is only evidence that Enid can and will respond in kind.

Wednesday shifts the hand that Enid’s is covering, fidgeting slightly until their fingers intertwine. She stares at their hands then, tracing the patterns of Enid’s nail polish with her eyes.

“How do I prevent this doubt, then?” Wednesday asks quietly, an edge of frustration laced in her words. “Doubt is illogical to me. It is not something I generally have, let alone share.”

Enid offers an empathetic look.

“Well...ya kinda don’t? You just have to trust.”

“Trust?”

“Yeah, trust that I love you, and that you love me… and that we’ll, y’know, stick together.”

Wednesday glances back to Enid. She takes pause to consider it.

“I see... That does make sense.”

And truthfully, it does. How strangely simple it seems in hindsight.

“Plus, we’ll definitely try to keep your mom away from any more marriage comments. Even I am totally weirded out by that.” Enid adds, making a silly grossed-out expression.

She’s perking up now, trying to bring the mood to somewhere less dire. Wednesday would often prefer to wallow in her darkness, but admittedly, she is quietly grateful for this. This particular subject is one she would rather lay to rest in the deepest grave imaginable.

Though, considering that sentiment, perhaps this drab mood will be a little more difficult to shift.

“That would be preferable,” Wednesday replies flatly. “This has been exhausting.”

Enid rests her head gently against Wednesday’s shoulder. She lets out a lengthy exhale.

“It’s sure been a day, hasn’t it, dear?”

Wednesday feels a sudden small flutter in her heart at the new pet name… And,okay, she should definitely not be so easily dragged from her misery, but dammit - there is something so validating about hearing such a phrase from Enid’s own lips. Particularly after what has just passed... Maybe these grumbling doubts will take some wicked grip on her again another day, but for now, Wednesday thinks her malcontent sufficiently diffused.

“There is still a ways to go. There is dinner, and evening entertainment.” Wednesday reminds.

Enid rubs at her eyes.

“You’re right... Guess we better go face it together, huh?”

With that, Enid throws the sheets off herself and clambers from the bed. She scuttles over to her bag, picking up her tights and skirt from earlier that she had evidently replaced with sweatpants for her nap. She changes in a matter of seconds, giving a little twirl as she finishes, before taking a few steps back over to the bed. Enid then extends her hand towards Wednesday.

“C’mon,” She hums.

Wednesday climbs off the bed. Taking Enid’s hand in her own, Wednesday takes strength from the familiar static tingle that she finds in Enid’s touch. Things are not perfect, but they’re okay… more important, they are okay. She and Enid, that is.

Wednesday looks at Enid.

“Before we go…”

Enid looks back at Wednesday with a puzzled smile.

“I love you, Enid.”

Enid practically glows. Her face breaks out into a wide, adoring grin.

“I love you too, Wends.”

And then, they trail out of the room, ready to face whatever the rest of the night throws their way.

#Wenclair #Wednesday x Enid #Enid x Wednesday #Wednesday Addams #Enid Sinclair #Wednesday Netflix #fanfic #Ao3 #Hi again it's me #authors notes in the tags #I know I never kept much to an update schedule #but I'm gonna try and commit to 10-11 days as opposed to weekly because man #I love writing slightly longer chapters but I write slow af #Anyway love yall thanks for reading

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squirrelno2 · 9 months

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In Every Possible Timeline

Summary: Echo has enough to worry about just trying to graduate. He never needed or wanted to slip forward in time mid-conversation, transported to a strange ship with strange clones, wearing a strange body that everyone says is still Echo; he certainly didn't want to find out that the future he's bound for is one where everyone he loves dies. It's all well and good that he's not stuck in the future, but the slips leave him feeling increasingly off-kilter in his own time.

He discovers quickly enough that he can change his own fate with the knowledge he's been given, but as each new slip forward reveals new problems, Echo is left to wonder: if saving his brothers isn't enough to fix his destiny, how far does he have to go?

(hi yes why am I like this) summary translated into the simple premise: Echo keeps seeing glimpses of rapidly changing futures and has to save the galaxy with absolutely no context for what’s going on except what he can get people to tell him. dramatic irony ensues.

#i was gonna write the han solo fic next i don't know what happened #that's a lie i'm sad tonight and i'm hoping someone will comment on this #the han solo one isn't nearly at this level of readiness #anyway i'm gonna try weekly updates. watch me fuck that up. i need to be stopped #star wars #clone wars #tbb #arc trooper echo #fanfic

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punkitt-is-here · 7 months

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LIFE UPDATE!!!! RAGHHH!!!

Okay, so, as some of y'all know, I was fired from my job a couple of months ago. I reapplied, and unfortunately, despite getting an interview, I was turned down. Because of that, I'm going full-time as a self-employed artist. This means I'll be focusing on making fun stuff for my shop, learning better how to ship out items, and doubling down on doing more commissions.

As some of my wonderful commissioners know, I struggle a lot with deadlines and motivation. I have ADHD and even though I'm medicated, it still often gets in my way and kicks my ass often. It's part of why I have such a big struggle when doing commissions; they're hard to motivate myself to do and sometimes require a lot of communication back and forth that I'm just not the best at right now. I would like to say thanks to everyone that's put up with my inability to figure out a decent schedule for commission work, and hopefully everyone who's tried to get art from me will get their stuff very soon!

SO, uh, now that I don't really have a job, what's that mean? Well, I'm going to set a goal to actually make good on my promises for commissionwork. I tend to actually get a lot done in bursts, but they come and go, so I'm going to try and do weekly commissions but with much smaller slots. What I'll be doing is upping the frequency while also limiting the amount I get per-week so I can have a form of consistency with my output. That way, both parties are satisfied and I don't have to keep beating myself up for taking my time because I kept convincing myself I had a big-ass workload I couldn't chip away at.

Part of how I'll be doing this is acting like I still have a job. I'm gonna set aside work hours in the week to specifically work on commissions and shipping and interfacing with clients. I depend on the kindness and goodwill of my incredible followers, so the last thing I really want to do is tarnish that (at least any more than I have; apologies to everyone who's put up with me learning how to run a shop!). I think I'm at a point where I understand a lot of my limitations and abilities, and so I hope going forward I can begin to create a routine for myself and be able to make this something I can do far into the future! If you'd like to support me while I do this wacky lil thing, i've got a ko-fi and now a Patreon! (which I will link in my reblog since I heard Patreon links are weird here on tumblr.) I'm really excited to be launching a patreon. I can't guarantee any specific type of content, but the plan is just to show tiny little previews of stuff early if you're a supporter and stuff like this. I've never had anything of this kind, so I ask for your patience as I work stuff out, but if you feel like supporting me on either platform it'd mean the world to me. Thanks :)

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sunsetsimon · 7 months

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a couple of dad!simon headcanons ♡

- hello! i'm sun, and this is my new writing account! i haven't written properly in years, so please go easy on me!

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

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☼ simon never imagined having a family of his own. even after the first few years of being together, the thought never crossed his mind. until your best friend had a baby...

your best friend was visiting with her newborn and seeing you holding the baby flipped a switch in his head. you smiled and cooed at him, causing the baby to flash a toothless smile. there was a twinkle in your eye that he hadn’t noticed before and he pictured you glowing so beautifully as you held your own daughter, a mini version of you and him all in one. he didn’t bring it up for weeks as he thought it through himself. was having a family even possible for him? was he just being selfish?

☼ it comes up one day after you notice he’d been unusually quiet while spending time together. he wasn’t the most talkative, but he enjoyed conversations with you, even joking here and there.

“is everything okay, si? you’ve been extra quiet today.”

“hmm, yeah. just been zoning off.” he shrugs, unsure how to approach the subject. he knows you would listen but he doesn’t know how he’d react if your answer was no.

deciding rejection is better than never knowing, he sharply inhales, “have you ever thought about having children?”

the question throws you off, certainly random for a guy who doesn’t speak much of the future. you sit for a second debating your answer, and simon’s chest clenches in anxious anticipation.

“i have a few times, nothing too serious though. it never seems like there’s a good time for us.”

he nods in agreement, “been thinking about it these days. maybe it’s something we can consider.”

☼ needless to say, you both decide after many conversations and more time, that expanding your family is something you’re open to. you stop your contraception soon after and begin trying. he becomes even more attentive, constantly checking in with you and doing plenty of research on how to make your pregnancy easy. he gets you anything you want - whenever you want. and back and foot massages become part of your everyday routine.

☼ recognizes that he won't always be around because of his extremely demanding work. he checks in whenever he can, even writing letters if he has to. it breaks his heart having to miss doctor appointments and weekly milestones with you, but you always know he tries his absolute best for you two.

☼ simon loves skin to skin contact for the first few months. he loves to lay with her against his chest and drift off to the tv while you take a quick shower. he finds himself just watching her a lot, trying to memorize every movement her tiny body makes.

☼ soooo protective. no kisses, no pets, no sick people, doesn’t allow anything that could be of risk near her. he always has the two of you in his sight, preferring to push the stroller as you walk on the side of him.

☼ he's not one to care for style, so you do the main planning for the nursery. he builds all of the furniture for you while you watch. he looks so hot in his grey sweats and a black t-shirt that you can't help but distract him a few times.

☼ it's a hard adjustment for him having to return for a mission after she's born. he spends his entire last day holding and watching her, a sad slouch in his shoulders.

"gonna miss you so much, darlin. i'll be back as soon as i can," he whispers, gently kissing her forehead before handing her back to you. simon's hands grip your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you deeply before resting his forehead against yours. "i need my girls to stay safe. ill update you when i can, dove."

whenever he can, he scrolls though his videos on his phone just to see her face. her eyes twinkle brighter than any star to him and a slight smile creeps under his mask.

☼ relieves you from baby care when he can tell you’re exhausted. sighing and pulling yourself out of bed when crying erupts through the baby monitor. he doesn’t get up at first, but when the crying continues for a minute, he comes to check on you. he pushes the door cracked door open, revealing you desperately hushing and bouncing her in your arms. your eyes are tired and heavy, wishing for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.

“i got ‘er. go back to bed love,” simon says, taking his baby girl into his arms.

you give him a weak smile and a thankful squeeze at his arm, walking straight to bed without another peep. he holds her close to his chest as he sits down in the chair, propping her neck up as he stares down at her. her eye color matches his, but she resembles you more and more everyday. he’s enamored by her, his beautiful little girl that he created with the love of his life.

she quiets down shortly, falling back asleep in his arms as he rocks her slowly. his own eyes grow heavy, and he sets her down in her crib before returning back to bed. he climbs in behind you, pulling your back to his chest and planting a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“if she wakes up again i’ll take care of it. you just sleep darling,” simon whispers, receiving a hum in response from you as you snuggle into him.

he takes care of his girls so well.

#ugh i want him to be happy so bad #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #dad!simon riley #.wbm

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dotster001 · 1 month

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When You Escape Him, Staff

Summary: Yandere staff x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: yandere content, Stockholm syndrome, blackmailing, potentially ooc?, the void, implied previous injury,

A/N: It's finally finished! There are some spin off stories coming but they will not be weekly updates. I'll write them when I write them. Also, I know I said that I'd put out a poll for what series would get weekly updates, but I've gotten so many questions about Elder God, that I'm gonna do that one. Probably won't be Sunday's, but whenever I release the next part will start the cycle.

Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

To this day, you had no idea how you had escaped. But you had, and you'd been able to smuggle yourselves off the island and far away.

Your son had started to display signs of magical ability when he was three. You hoped it stayed a miniscule amount, considering you'd heard some people were just magic sensitive.

By the time he was eight, you realized you were not going to be lucky. By the time he turned twelve, you were burning the flyers that the dark mirror magically sent out. By sixteen, you and your son were full on panicking about the scouts that might come by to observe him, and the acceptance letter that would show up at the house.

It was a completely normal day. You'd gone to pick up your son from school, when his teacher excitedly came out to meet you.

“I have amazing news! A representative from NRC came today to test a few of our students!”

You froze.

“S/N was one of the one's they called, and he's been being tested for hours now! He's a shoe in! You must be so proud!”

You nodded rigidly, a stiff smile on your face.

She led you inside, and to one of the teacher conference rooms. Up to this point, you knew there was a chance it wasn't him. If it was anyone else, you could bargain with them.

The door opened, and your hopes were dashed.

“Ah! Welcome, welcome! I was just telling our precious chick that he has a place waiting for him among the students of our esteemed academy! He's almost as powerful as his papa! I couldn't be prouder!” At the last statement, Crowley brushed away an invisible tear.

“And I told him that I have no interest,” your son muttered angrily as he stared down at the table.

Crowley didn't react to what sounded like not the first refusal your son had given, and patted his lap excitedly.

As though everything was normal and you'd just go back to the nest.

“S/N,” you said coldly, calling him to your side. It wasn't like you were alone. If you and your son ran, shouting along the way, surely one of the teachers would hear you and get help. Your son stood to walk over to you.

It happened in seconds. His golden eyes flashed in mild irritation, and by the time you reacted he had already entered your space, and hoisted you over his shoulders.

“I consider myself a very magnanimous person, but you are pressing my patience.”

You shouted obscenities at him, trying to fight your way out of his grip, but to no avail.

“Stop squirming, or I will have to clip your wings-”

“Leave them alone!” Your son shot a fire spell at Crowley. A field around him blocked it, but he gazed at his son in parental pride.

“Just like his papa!”

“YOU'RE NOT MY PAPA!” He screamed, a blaze of fire exploding from around him.

It wasn't his fault he'd lost control. But you had a brief moment where you realized that without the field around Crowley, that would have killed you. As it was, the room was ablaze, and quickly growing out of control, causing your son to forget his anger, and panic.

Crowley sighed, and set you down. He summoned his staff, and quickly doused the fire. Then he turned to your son.

“I am a very generous man. I can pay for the damages done to the school. Which, judging by what I am seeing, is extensive. However, you both must come back to the nest.”

Your son just stared at him.

“If I don't pay for it, how do you think either of you is going to be able to pay this off? Especially not when word gets out that you attacked the Headmage of NRC. You will spend the rest of your life in debt that will continue to grow.”

“You're bluffing,” your son spat.

He definitely wasn't bluffing. You knew exactly what lengths he was willing to go to. You couldn't look him in the eye, opting to stare at the floor as you whispered,

“We'll come with you.”

“No!”

“We don't have a choice. Trust me, I know.”

“Aw, don't talk like that, treasure,” he said happily, scooping you back up and nuzzling his cheek against yours.

Your son looked at you with heart broken eyes. But there was nothing you could do. You'd always known what it looked like when he'd beaten you.

He'd let you leave…

You never wrapped your head around it.

He'd let you leave. Watched you walk out the door with your son. Hadn't said a word.

And he hadn't come after you.

It had been four years since then. You'd been doing as well as a single parent could do.

Any accounts you had created and hid from him, your government paperwork, your social media accounts; all of it was gone. The second you stepped foot out of his mansion, he'd canceled and frozen anything and everything you had in your name. You had started from square one.

But you were alive. And so was your son. You had found a job, and had built a small life for the both of you.

But this most recent set of bills was going to upset the delicate balance.

You stared down at the statements, and sighed. You wanted to cry. You'd fought so hard. But it all amounted to nothing. The weight of the world was crushing you, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from letting it show to your son.

An unknown number appeared on your phone. You picked up. Probably a debt collector. Maybe you could come up with an excuse.

“Are you done playing pretend? You're not cut out to be a stray.”

You stiffened.

“How did you get this number?”

“You're not in a position to ask me questions. How does it feel to be all alone? To bite your master, then get beaten by a wild pack of wolves?”

You stared back down at the bills, biting your lip.

“Nothing to say?” You could hear the amusement in his tone. It disgusted you, but he was right. You weren't in a position to fight him.

“What do you want?” You spat.

“I want you to admit you need me. That you can't support yourself and the pup, and that I'm the only one who is able to properly take care of you.”

“What the fuck-”

“I want you to tell me that you understand that a dog is useless without a master to care for it.”

“Gah! I'm not saying anything like that!”

“Alright,” he spat, hanging up before you could say anything else.

You angrily slammed your phone against the table.

“What's going on?” You heard your son's sleepy voice say. You turned over your shoulder, and saw him rubbing his eyes, staring at you sleepily. He was so small. So innocent. He deserved so much more.

You opened your arms, and he ran into them, snuggling against you.

“Baby, how would you feel if Daddy brought us home?”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah. We got separated, but I think he found us. Which means-”

“Daddy could take us home?”

You felt bile rise in your throat. Home. Home was stolen from you forever when a certain alchemy professor had decided you were his. But maybe home would be different for your boy. And you couldn't take that from him.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

You redialled the unknown number, half expecting him not to pick up. But he did, immediately.

You put it on speaker, and after a moment of silence, you heard, “Well?”

Your son was faster than you.

“Daddy, please come get us!”

Crewel’s breath hitched, and his voice was infinitely more tender when he spoke again.

“Of course, puppy. Daddy's coming to get you.”

Your son looked up at you with excited, warm eyes. Maybe this was for the best. It would be selfish of you to keep putting him through this. He had a father who would give him the stars in the sky if he so much as looked at them a certain way. Meanwhile, you could barely take care of yourself.

“We'll be waiting,” you said quietly.

You half expected him to go back to sounding angry and disappointed. Instead, he released a soft sigh, and said in a voice so kind that it brought tears to your eyes, “I've missed you, love.”

Sam's "friends" used to frighten you. They were the one's in charge of keeping you quiet in the back room while he worked.

Over time, you'd grown to tolerate them. They were terrifying. But they left you alone for the most part.

The day Sam had placed your son in your arms was the first time they'd spoken to you. You'd been alone, staring at your own hollow eyes in the mirror, reflecting on how you had to get this child away from him, when a whispery voice had hissed in your ear.

“We can free you.”

You'd refused to trade your soul, but you'd given up ten years of your life span. Over the years, they would update you if you needed to move. They would tell you what he was up to. They would hide you from new “friends” who would try to find you.

It was your son's 16th birthday. And something was wrong.

The "friend" who had offered you the deal in the first place was missing. They were always around, except for when Sam needed them. It was odd for them not to be there.

And you, yourself, felt weird. You'd woken up to a tingle in the tips of your fingers, and a disco party in your chest. You gotten up to wake up your son, then prepared him a birthday pancake. You placed a candle into it, and were about to light it, when it lit itself.

“Hello, friend,” you muttered. “Is something wrong? It's not like you to be gone for so long.”

You felt phantom fingers detangling a knot in your hair, and a voice hissed in your ear, “We serve more than just you.”

They sounded…oddly defensive. But you couldn't think about that now, because your son had just stumbled tiredly into the room.

“Aw, you shouldn't have,” he grinned when he saw the pancake. He leaned in and blew out the candle, before sitting down and digging in. You sat down in the seat next to him, digging into your own breakfast, when your “friend” released a hiss.

Suddenly, in the corner, a dark void opened up, and out stepped,

“Sam,” you whispered in terror, as you stood from your spot. You turned to your “friend” who was moving to join him.

“Hello, little imp. Long time no see,” he grinned at you, his eyes glowing bright lime as the room filled with fog from the void.

“Wait, I had a deal!” You shouted.

“We received a better offer,” your “friend”’s voice hissed with merciless glee. “Don't worry, we returned your ten years to you.”

“Damn, I wanted to see you for so long. But now that I see your face, I'm absolutely disgusted,” Sam spat bitterly.

The smoke wrapped around you like unbreakable ropes. You struggled against them, but they only grew tighter, quickly feeling suffocating.

He walked up to you, gripping your chin in his hand.

“I paid quite the price for you. And now I just want you to suffer like I did.”

“Wait-” your son cut in, seemingly finally able to break out of his shock.

This brought Sam's attention to him, his eyes filling with love and adoration.

“And there's my boy! Can you believe I spent years thinking a fate worse than death had befallen you?” Sam said sweetly.

“You're scaring me. Cut out whatever it is you're doing, and leave us alone!”

Sam's eyes flashed back to yours, a staff suddenly appearing in his hand.

“No. I made a deal after all.”

He stalked towards you, and you watched in horror as various shadow creatures restrained your son.

“I had to choose. You or my son.” The staff came up under your chin, pressing uncomfortably into your throat. “I used to worship you. And you gave me nothing,” he hissed. Then he smiled. “It wasn't that hard of a decision to make, really.”

His lips were pressed against yours, cutting off your air completely.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he breathed against you. He then shoved you, and you fell backwards into darkness, his hate filled glowing gaze the last thing you saw.

“Please, just, don't tell anyone about us. He's not interested in becoming a mage.”

It felt like you were pleading for your life. Because you were. Crowley had arrived at your son's school to scout students for the college. The second your son had gotten word, he'd called you, and you'd rushed to the school, prepared with a lie about a doctor's appointment you'd both forgotten. Crowley moved far too fast though, and had already found your son.

“Y/N. My employees' well being is of great importance to me!”

“I'm sure he's fine,” your son groaned in the seat next to you. “I really don't want to be a mage. So scout someone else, and leave us alone.”

Your boy was a good one. But his downfall was his strong sense of justice. You had never intended to tell him the lengths Ashton had gone to keep you, but he'd been relentless. You hadn't told him everything, but the both of you were pretty certain he might do something bad if he ever met the man.

Crowley looked at you both in disappointment. You remembered that look. It brought you back to your Ramshackle days when you were asking him to install heat, and he'd made you feel like you were asking for a million dollars. But you weren't his student anymore. You weren't his slave. He had no control over you.

“It would be a great shame for someone of your abilities to waste them. And besides,” Crowley’s disappointed frown turned into a frightening grin. “Around this time of year, a certain physical education professor gets rather whiney, and makes it everyone's problem. Now, whose fault is that?”

“He's a big kid. If he can't move on, that's his own fault. And if it's a problem, you can fire him,” you said bluntly, not going to feel guilted for what you'd done.

Crowley leveled a glare at you.

“I gave you a home. I gave you money. I gave you an expensive education, for free. I allowed you to keep your cat, and eventually your son. You owe me.” He snapped his fingers, and the mirror in the corner swirled to life. Suddenly, he was behind the both of you, yanking you from your seats, and shoving you through the mirror.

You both landed in a patch of grass, right behind a burly man in a memorable red sweatshirt. He hadn't noticed you yet. You pressed your finger to your lips, and pointed to the nearby woods. Your son nodded, and you both turned slowly.

Only to bump straight into Crowley.

“For Seven's sake, Ashton! Get it together!” Crowley snapped, causing the man of the hour to finally look over his shoulder.

His eyes widened, and he ran straight for you, wrapping you in a hug so tight that you thought your ribs might break. Again.

“Ashton,” you wheezed, feeling the familiar feeling of panic you always felt when he was involved.

“You're so scrawny,” he muttered in your ear. You were always “too scrawny” to him. But of course it would be the first thing he'd say to you after so long of being apart.

“I can't believe you survived out there,” he boomed loudly, holding you by the shoulders at arms length, looking you up and down with a jovial smile.

“Put them down!” Your son snapped, shaking you out of your fear momentarily. You looked over your shoulder to see him tied up in Crowley's “whips of love”.

Ashton’s eyes brightened even further.

“Ha ha! You look just like your old man! A few hundred pushups, and you'll be just as strong as I am!”

“Fuck you!”

Ashton's eyes darkened, and turned back to you, reigniting your terror tenfold. His grip on your shoulders tightened painfully.

“What have you been saying about me, Y/N?”

You shivered in terror. You knew that look.

“I didn't-”

“You don't deserve our love, you monster!”

Ashton tossed you to the side like you were nothing. You winced. He never seemed fully aware of what his strength was capable of. He marched up to your son, snatching him from Crowley.

“Looks like we need to do some training, to whip ya into shape.”

He snatched you under his other arm, storming off in the direction of the school.

“Vargas! Your students!” Crowley called after him, but he was completely ignored.

You were thoroughly soaked from the rain outside. You stood before him, staring at the ground in shame as he silently sipped tea, and studied you. Eventually, he sighed, standing up and placing the baby in the bassinet in the corner of his spacious bedroom. He returned to his seat, and sighed again.

“To say I am disappointed would be an understatement,” Mozus said sternly.

The door had been unlocked. In a moment of stupidity, you'd taken the chance to grab the baby and run. You hadn't realized that Trein had put up countless charms around the estate, including one that allowed the topiary knights to drag you back to him. If that wasn't enough, it was pouring. A mud puddle had been your undoing.

You dripped onto the floor, awaiting the speech and upcoming punishment.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he snapped, and you quickly looked up. His face and demeanor were calm, but his eyes glinted in anger.

“I trained you to be a better spouse than this. What in the Seven's names were you thinking?”

He paused, seeming to wait and see what brilliant answer you would provide.

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You don't know. Well, do you have any hints?”

You honestly didn't. Things had been peaceful recently. Up until the moment you ran out the door, you had convinced yourself you were finally able to be happy here. But seeing that unlocked door had stirred something in you. A final rebellion. A chance for your son, who shouldn't have to grow up under Trein's tyranny.

Now that you were under his scrutiny, however, all of that seemed to fade away. Instead, you were filled with embarrassment and guilt.

“I'm sorry,” you whimpered.

His glare softened into pure disappointment. Which, somehow, made you feel worse.

“Sorry won't clean the mud off my carpet,” he said tiredly. He looked you up and down, before pouring himself another cup of tea.

“I know.”

“You know I can't leave this unpunished?��

“Yes.”

He looked at you, unreadable, before he nodded to the door.

“Go clean yourself up, then wait for me in your room while I decide on your punishment.”

You nodded, trudging towards the door. Then the baby started to softly cry. Instinctively, you turned the child. Trein's expression turned soft, more tender.

“Go ahead,” he said, his voice full of love.

You picked up the baby, and made your way to your room.

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It’s Kirby Time - Book 9 English Translation + An Update on Blog Happenings

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! IT'S HEEEEERE!! A truly adorable story about Kirby and Meta Knight deciding to spend some alone time and the activities they like to do during that time. Featuring beautiful illustrations painstakingly cleaned up by myself, this one is a must-read for fans of the relationship between Kirby and Meta Knight. Read the full thing at the links below:

Imgur

MangaDex

Google Drive

...But wait, there's more! Because the illustrations are so pretty, here's a link to a folder containing just those illustrations with no text at all! https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/19z8WLah-ZGES2jnyZOILJKc9kE75Wvs9?usp=drive_link (I'm probably also gonna make a post featuring all these images on their own soon.)

Finally, I have an update regarding the blog. tl;dr, I'm definitely gonna keep doing translations, but the rate at which they are completed and uploaded is most likely going to change soon. I don't know by how much or even if it will be positive or negative. For a more detailed explanation, click the Keep Reading.

So, I got a job! *audience cheers* But the job does not involve translating Kirby manga. *audience "aww"s* Ordinarily I wouldn't get more specific than that since I try to avoid revealing too much about my personal life, but in this case the explanation won't make much sense unless I do, so: The job entails working on fishing boats. This means that there isn't really a set daily schedule or even a weekly schedule. When the boats are fishing, I'm working, and when they're not, I have next to nothing to do.

I've been told by many people that I should expect a lot of down time for that reason, so I'll definitely have time to work on translations. However, I can't predict exactly how much I get and I also most likely won't have an internet connection on the boat. All this is to say that I literally do not know how this is going to affect the rate of translations on this blog beyond just, "It's going to change." I could find that I have so much down time on the boat that translating is the only thing that keeps me sane and I actually get more done. I could find that the boat I'm on is a super-busy one and I get barely any time at all. And regardless of which one of those happens, I won't be able to actually upload anything until the boat gets back into port, which is entirely dependent on how long it takes for the boat to catch all the fish it needs.

The job doesn't start for a couple weeks yet, so I'm gonna try to fulfill a few more requested chapters before then. Once again: I'm definitely going to keep translating, I just don't know how often I'll actually be able to do it. So enjoy this translation, look forward to more coming in the future, and please wish me luck both in my work and in getting time to translate!

#kirby #kirby manga #it's kirby time #meta knight #nintendo #blog update #still not over how pretty this one is...#honestly its kinda cool this wound up being the “new year” post?#wasnt my plan but it worked out that way

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queenofcoquette · 3 months

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my current goals

introduction:

hey loves! i made a post like this before the summer and now i feel like updating this with my goals for the 2024 year- when i want to get them done and the habits to get there.

1. getting my permit- february 2 (taking the test)

everyday i've been reading about 20ish pages of the handbook and taking notes

finding online flashcards to test myself on the knowledge

2. getting a job- late april/early may

i'm gonna keep applying to jobs but 1) a lot of places don't hire 15 year olds and 2) a local pizza place already told me i can get a job once i turn 16 which is in late april

once i get a job i want to start taking acting classes (i need to wait until im being paid lol) cuz that seems like a fun thing to do.

3. finishing the schoolyear with a 4.0- late may (when school ends)

daily chem practice since it's my hardest class

reviewing notes for ALL my classes everyday after school

4. launching an etsy shop- maybe late summer to early october

sewing everyday (when i have spare fabric)

trying out new patterns

learning how to make my own sewing patterns

5. growing out my hair/ learning to style it

finding a new shampoo & conditioner

weekly oiling & massages for my scalp (i already do this)

trying new methods to get the look i want for my hair

general habits:

water polo. i recently joined water polo which takes up a lot of my time now, 3-5 pm on all weekdays except wednesday which is 7-9.

reading 20 minutes at home (i already read a lot after i get my work done at school)

writing 500 words per day. i write a lot on weekends but on weekdays i never get much done so i'm gonna start small and then workup from there.

being physically active everyday. i want to get into the habit of doing a small workout after practice before my shower.

nightly prayer. i used to skip my before bed prayers but since the end of summer i've been commiting to pray every night. i might also start praying in the morning.

conclusion:

overall i think it's good to focus on building healthy habits, even more so than goals or resolutions. but i also think there's a lot of value in having goals to work towards and healthy things to focus on. i hope you all have a great year full of health and happiness, i hope we all learn new things and grow as people too. :)

#that girl 2024 #that girl #queenofcoquette #self improvement #pink pilates princess #coquette #it girl #healthy habits #self care

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i've still been keeping tabs on what's happening at automattic. a couple of things i've observed:

toni schneider (who is a man btw), the interim ceo, has been quite open with staff in ways that mean they generally seem relieved to have him leading the company for now. i've heard people speak optimistically about him from all parts of the spectrum (by which i mean: staff who are trans tumblr users right through to staff who are "anti-woke" or whatever and were absolutely intolerable to work with as a trans person), which seems like... a good sign? maybe.

this relative transparency includes things like weekly updates from an executive level, as well as openly saying that he did have to directly speak to matt and encourage him to, you know, stop posting.

matt is back to his usual milquetoast blogging, and replied to someone on mastodon about the AI issue saying he'd comment on it when he's back in may, so whatever toni said to him seems to have worked for him keeping out of it for now.

people have no idea what it's gonna look like when matt's back.

the best case scenario is that schneider manages to create a significant enough boost in morale and productivity that "it'd be nice if we just kept him" becomes a sentiment that isn't held just by the rank and file. i don't know how likely that is, but there's a sense of cautious hope and of making the most of this reprieve from matt's increasingly erratic decisions no matter what.

the tumblr staff statement was approved by schneider and hr, so i am also hopeful they won't face repercussions. what they said might seem pretty mild from the outside, or carefully worded, but it's pretty clear to me and to most people who've worked at companies like this that it's a pretty bold one.

i'll quote a friend:

keep reminding the more histrionic elements out there that: 1. there really are trans people, INCLUDING TRANS WOMEN, in the fight here. 2. we don't have nearly the power they seem to think we do. 3. we're fighting anyway. was the statement we wrote enough? fuck no. does it fix everything? fuck no. but we literally called out the CEO, and got the greenlight for it from the interim CEO. i don't know where this will end, but that's not nothing.

i'm not sure automattic deserves the immense honor of having this many of its brave, dedicated trans staff put effort into trying to make it better. but it has them, and it would be wise to do its best to keep them. so many of us — even me, even now — believe in the ideals that drew us to the work automattic does, and hope that it can return to them. we will see!

other things i want to say:

the wellbeing of my friends on staff is my priority. i am interested primarily in their safety, and won't pressure them to give me goss. the ways i've spoken publicly are already pretty scary to people who might worry about retaliation against them just for being known to be my friend.

this is a regular personal blog. i'll keep updating if there's shit to update about, but i also don't work at automattic any more (thank fuck, again), have a life, and am not interested in declaring matt my specific nemesis or otherwise acting purely out of spite.

some of youse really deeply do not understand companies, the internet, generative ai, or pretty much anything else i've said. that's okay — big tech in particular is fucked up on purpose bc it benefits those in power to have it be incomprehensible! but maybe it's not a great position from which to get mad at me specifically or at staff for idk not personally assassinating matt.

got tired of blocking transphobes so i've turned anons off. i'll probably flick them back on eventually.

#tony muses #tumblr meta #<- just for my blog's tag search

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butcherlarry · 5 months

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Weekly Fic Rec 44

As promised, an extra long fic rec list for this week! Mostly Superbat with some sprinkling of Batfam, Superwonderbat, and Wonderbat. Enjoy :)

ABO Bunny/Clark and Wolf/Bruce series - Superbat, complete. There are 33 works in this series! 33! It was such a delight to read too!

Mister Kent by Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown - Superbat, complete. Battinson flavored Superbat, my beloved.

Cold Snap by iselsis - Batfam, complete. Batman finds a young Tim and Jason (who is also a wolf shifter) out in the cold. Adoption ensues.

Jason and Damian escape the League series - Batfam, wip. Exactly what it says on the tin, Jason steals baby Damian and finds his way back to Bruce :)

To Care For A Kryptonian by TheCourtSorcerer - Superbat, complete. Clark gets sick from an alien flu :( Luckily, Bruce is there to take care of him :)

weighing him down by TheCourtSorcerer - Superbat, complete. A tough case gets to Bruce. Clark helps.

Careless by TheCourtSorcerer - Superbat, complete. Batman and Superman are caught making out in the Watchtower conference room :)))))))

Flatline by dragonpyre - Batfam, wip. Jason is captured and give a paralytic that makes his heart beat almost undetectable. The batfam finds him and much angst ensue.

one brick short by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. Lego Batman is given a womb tattoo by a magic user. Lego Superman helps him get rid of it. Lego sex (???????) ensues.

Patroclus by widow_account - Superbat, wip. An update to the fic where Clark is kidnapped and forced to fight on Warworld. Bruce has finally found him, and they are reunited. But, a wrench is thrown in the rescue plan :(((((((

Sunflower by Firecat23 - Superbat, complete. Bruce keeps finding sunflowers at his desk. I wonder who could be giving them to him? :)))))

So Get Your Eyes Off My Pride by second_hand_heaven - Superwonderbat, complete. Bruce needs to keep up his playboy image, so he goes clubbing with Clark and Diana. Sexy shenanigans ensue.

from the inside of the wounds by shipyrds - Superbat, complete. A magic user cursed Bruce and Clark to feel each other's pain. Revelations are made.

a battle of wills by coyote_nebula- Batfam, complete. Bruce keeps getting emails from his lawyer about his will. Annoyed and in pain from past injuries, he sends a snarky email with the will to them. UNFORTUNATELY, the email is sent to his family instead. Shenanigans ensue.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by theskeptileptic - Batfam, complete. Tim tries to fake his death by getting lost in the woods on a camping trip. Unfortunately, his nosey neighbor Bruce Wayne finds out Tim is going camping, and insists that he and his sons go camping with him. Shenanigans ensue.

(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions - Superbat, wip. Drama increases in this identity porn fic!!!! Lois also went on a date with Bruce!! But it didn't go as well as Clark's one night stand with him!!! It is important that no one in the office finds out about this or he will never hear the end of it. Clark also meets Robin!

No Cops at Pride (Only Batman) by emmacortana - Superbat and Batfam, complete. Bruce thinks Dick is trying to come out to him. Dick tells Bruce something else instead. Shenanigans ensue.

Her August Presence by ThatDamnKennedyKid - Superbat, complete. Fem!Battinson meets Clark Kent. She's shy, but not in the bedroom, if you know what I mean ;)

I'm gonna steal (save) your from him by Karmawillcollect - Wonderbat, complete. Fem!Bruce steals Diana away from her terrible boyfriend.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Clark FINALLY asks the question! Everyone is happy! But some sudden revelations happen!!

Happy reading!

#weekly fic rec #fic recs #fanfic recs #fanfiction reccomendations #fic rec list #superbat #batfam #superwonderbat #wonderbat #bruce wayne #batman #superman #clark kent

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February 14th, 2024 Update!

Hey all, I'm gonna be trying to do this weekly now. So, quick update on things, first and foremost the book as that's what most of you come here for! I am 11k words in and about a little halfway done with the path that lets you participate in the next part with Lance and Alvarez. There is going to be quite a bit of variation in how a PC can choose to approach this scene; those Combat Stats exist for a reason!

As for things going on with Patreon, I have decided on a schedule!

Patreon content will release on Tuesdays and Thursdays!

I am going to attempt to stick to that schedule as consistently as possible, and I'm off to a good start on that! Part 1 of The Bureau Audiobook went up today and part 2 is going up on Thursday. Not to mention the small short story introducing the character Buck Marcellis went up last Thursday! The story is around 2.5k words long, if I remember correctly. An extra little thing going up today as well is the Poll to see what Interactive Fiction I will be reading as an audiobook next. That's right:

You will get to pick the next audiobook reading!

I've gotten a bunch of different author's consent to make audiobooks of their work, so anyone who is a subscriber to the Patreon, you will have a direct say in what Audiobook goes up alongside the one for The Bureau! Options include things like:

Kingdoms and Empires

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - An affair of the heart

When Life Gives You Lemons

Honor Amongst Thieves

The Operative: Fires of Revolution

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian

Along with a couple of others that are on the list for possibilities!

Over the next few months, I will be more active for sure, and you can expect the update for The Bureau to come out before the end of March (I hope). Thank you all so much for sticking with me, and I hope to see you over on the Patreon, which, thanks to hyperlinks, you can conveniently find

RIGHT HERE! <-

The Forum Page for "The Bureau"

The demo for the game itself!

Thank you all so much for reading this update and for sticking with me and continuing to do so for the future! You are all awesome! Also big shoutouts to @when-life-gives-you-lemonssss, @kingdoms-and-empires, @theoperativeif, @leoneliterary, @doriana-gray-games, @defiledheartsblog for giving me permission to read their work on my silly little attempt at Patreon content; you guys are awesome!

Stay Brilliant,

-Vi

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batboyblog · 2 months

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Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I recently discovered your weekly updates on stuff President Biden has done and they are so amazing! Your posts have definitely given me back some hope and it’s wonderful to see everything laid out like that! I just wanted to say thank you for posting them. Also, while I followed you for the politics, I have to say that you have really great taste in the superhero posts! I’m loving all the art and fan art! Anyway, I hope you have a great day and a wonderful week!

well thank you for saying so!

uh yeah in real life I'm a very political person and Tumblr was my space to indulge other interests, but sadly it seems like its really important to spread information to count a real sea of misinformation about President Biden thats been going on for most of his Presidency at this point.

I feel like just pointing out what he does every week for Americans is a good way to do spread positivity.

one narrative that is really dragging him down is the idea that he "doesn't do anything" Biden and the Dems passed 3 of the biggest laws I've seen, the American Rescue Plan Act, the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, and the Inflation Reduction Act.

and like part of the way Biden gets the biggest climate bill in American (and world) history through Congress is he doesn't call it "The Green New Deal" he calls it something boring like "Inflation Reduction Act" but we got a Green New Deal, it happened, we're on track to carbon neutral by the end of the decade, and I find learning about the pieces of that the Investments that are gonna add up so cool and so hopeful, like getting a Alaska native tribe a new dam so they can have clear hydropower rather than use diesel generators, SO! cool.

and another thing about Biden is he's been around so long he understands how the government works really better than any one. Student Debt is such a great example, most Presidents they get shut down by the Supreme Court they go "well I tried" and give up. Biden hasn't given up since the conservative court shut down his first effort at student loan forgiveness. He's take programs and authorities that got passed years ago and taken them as far as they can go, got debt forgiveness to 4 million people, so far and he's not stopping, it might take more time but he's gonna get there and only he really knows all the places to look to get the authority to do something like this because he has so much experience.

any ways I'm just trying to live by Harvey Milk's words "I know you can not live on hope alone, but without it life is not worth living, so you gotta give 'em hope."

#Joe Biden #Thanks Biden #Hope #election 2024

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herotome · 2 months

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Devlog #132

Hi-ho, Wudge here!

Not much to update with, just doing my best to plug actual expressions into the game. Some of these will be dedicated to donors, I'm just gonna try to finish out the code before putting the images together to post on Ko-Fi.

I've also been writing a bit and sketching out moooreee NPCs... I keep in mind that there's a chance these people won't even show up in the game, but if they do, I'll want to have their assets mostly ready. Plus I get to exercise my art muscles.

I previously mentioned starting a new weekly schedule - and I think it's been going well. Keeping the daily task as bare bones as possible was really helpful.

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

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redzonerandr · 4 months

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This is the start of my Warhammer journey. I don't think I did a particularly good job, but this was the first time I had ever painted a model to begin with. I have a lot to learn, but I'm trying my best. Washes work slightly different from what I understood from watching YouTube videos.

I'm gonna try to do weekly updates on my progress with painting and putting together Warhammer minis, but don't hold me to that. I am a High School Teacher so I have other things I need to prioritize, but I'll try my best to get a post in at least once a week. So we'll just call this Weekly Post #1: A very Nurgle New Years

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blissfulip · 4 months

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Dopamine

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Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut.

Cw: explosions (no casualties), rude language.

Words: 1.6k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly.]

Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 1: A Forced Vacation

The sound of the blast was loud and echoing, which made Viktor believe the explosion must have happened nearby. Jayce's immediate reaction after uncovering his ears was to go out the door to try to find the source, but Viktor stopped him, reminding him that they didn't know if there was fire or anything dangerous outside. The announcement came shortly after when a muffled voice urged them to evacuate the academy building through the speakers on the ceiling.

"Please remain calm; a small-sized explosion has taken place at the manufacturing facilities; there is a chance there might be potentially harmful compounds in the air, so please make sure to correctly place the gas masks provided at the beginning of the academic term, you may situate them under the emergency equipment cupboard near the main entrance of each laboratory room, we reiterate: please remain calm as you evacuate the premises."

"Small explosion?" Jayce huffed as he retrieved the masks from the cupboard. Both of them did as they were told and calmly but energetically walked down the hallway to get to the main entrance of the building, where dozens had already congregated.

No one seemed to be affected by the recent developments except for Viktor; he even overheard a group of people excitedly chattering about possible places to have fun during their sudden evening off. Interruptions already annoyed him profoundly, but the importance of the breakthrough he recently had made this untimely interference ever more infuriating. He was leaning on a wall, impatiently tapping his cane against the concrete floor, when Jayce decided to investigate the matter, and the expression on his face when he came back was less than encouraging.

"So?"

"I don't think we'll be able to return to work, at least not today."

"What happened, though? What was the explosion about?"

"Uh…one of the quenching systems blew up; not sure I understood the reason why." Jayce hoped Viktor didn't catch on to the reason for his hesitation, but he did; it was a lost cause.

"Ha! I should've known it had to do with the chemistry department; it's almost like she is scheduled to create chaos at least once a month." Viktor started to raise his voice and gesture excessively.

"Come on, Vik, cut her some slack; they didn't expressly say she was directly responsible for any of this."

"When is it not her fault, though? It's almost like she lives to hinder my work!"

"Why are you so angry? Did you misplace your caliper again?" You said, appearing from behind Jayce with a playful pout only to annoy him more intentionally.

"If it isn't the source of all my problems," Viktor said, rolling his eyes.

"What did I do now?" You said, laughing ironically.

"I had an inkling that such a monumental mishandling could only be your fault." he hissed.

"you're wrong as usual, Sparkle."

"You designed those vents!" This accusation struck a nerve in you. And any mood for playful banter had been substituted by indignation.

"First of all, I'm a chemist, not an engineer, so if anything, it's a testament to my brilliance that those scrubbers have been working at all, and as a matter of fact, they would have continued working perfectly if it weren't for you."

"What do we have to do with any of this?"

"The sizing of the quenching system I put in place was appropriate until the hextech team came to be, and you two decided to start pumping out microelectronics all the time, the amount of suppressing agent that has to be pumped through the system to accommodate for the things you have been manufacturing exacerbated the machine, of course it was gonna explode eventually!"

"Why didn't you adjust the sizing then?"

"Because it's not my job! I'm here to research organic materials, not design your machinery. I warned the council, and they didn't seem to care, so if you have a problem, take it up with them for not hiring the appropriate people for the job."

"How can you be so offhand about what happened? This could've been fatal had there been people in the facility."

"Oh, get off your high horse, Viktor, you're only mad because I'm involved, and you're being forced to interrupt your work. Don't pretend like you care."

"Of course I care. Do you think I'm a monster?"

"Of course not. You're definitely well known for being big on safety protocols." You said with a clear tone of sarcasm.

Viktor knew you were right and could not argue against that, but he wanted to retort. He wanted very badly to say anything at all. Unfortunately, you had already turned on your heels to walk away from them, leaving him with narrowed eyes and a deep frown.

"You kind of set yourself up for that one," Jayce said casually. He had been quietly witnessing you two fight as he usually did. Viktor gave him a furious glare as a response and walked back to his dormitories resentfully quiet.

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Murmurs could be heard coming from the entrance of the laboratory wing. There was a strong feeling of emptiness in your stomach as you approached, that you usually would have attributed to not having eaten anything that morning; however, this time, it was a clear fear of facing the consequences of the previous afternoon’s incident. It hadn’t been your fault; you were as angry as the next person, and for an institution with that many wealthy investors, the Academy had a silent policy of spending as little as possible on as few departments as they could. Everyone knew that with the unlooked-for creation of the Hextech team, the investments in all the other research departments had been drained to be allotted to the council’s golden duo; there had been multiple coffee machine conversations about it. Yet, you were anxious.

They wouldn’t blame you, would they? Viktor did, and if there’s something that son of a bitch was good at beyond tightening nuts and bolts was persuading a crowd. What prevented him from convincing all your colleagues that this whole debacle was your burden? All that muttering was probably him rallying up a crowd to lynch you.

You breathed in. When have you been afraid to face him before? This was unlike you.

I don’t owe anything to anyone. That idiot can badmouth my character as much as he likes, but he can’t argue with the facts.

You relaxed your shoulders and unclenched your jaw.

“Get a grip, damn it!” You said to yourself quietly as you put on a laid-back cast and opened the door to the main hall.

No heads were left unturned when you walked in. Some faces were neutral, some carried the type of warm smile of someone who would be happy to see you, there was that one guy from the poli-sci department who was a tad too smug about your entrance, some seemed worried, and one of them—the bane of your existence—looked at you with a pronounced frown, eyes narrowed, and mouth turned upside-down.

"What's everyone doing here? I thought I was late already. Did I miss a memo?" You said with a casual tone, a painfully obvious attempt at masking the existential crisis you were having just moments earlier.

"Labs are gonna be closed for a month; something about them needing to disinfect and ventilate potential harmful agents from the facilities."

Part of you was glad it had been your friend Moira who spoke up first, but on the other hand, you feared the silence before the storm, and you were soon proved to be justified in doing so.

"I hope you are happy."

"Why would I be?

"You just cost us a month’s worth of work." Viktor sneered through his teeth.

"I'm sure you can afford that. Differently from the rest of the research departments, you don't have the risk of losing your funding if you don't churn out constant developments, so I don't see why you are so upset."

"This isn't the first time you have gotten in the way of my work. You could say I've boiled over."

This is when people started to walk away. Your 'explosive' relationship with Viktor wasn't a novelty to anyone, and they knew better than to try to intervene. It had been more than a year at this point; you resented him for not admitting the preferential treatment they were given by the Academy, and he resented you for some…unfortunate accidents that had delayed his work before. You both knew you had some fault in each of those things, but stubbornness and pride had prevented you from admitting this to one another. To his dismay, Jayce had had to play mediator, the child of a divorce that never happened.

"Except this time, it wasn't my fault, but of course, you'd jump at any opportunity to blame me for something."

"Maybe if you were competent enough to complete the task you were given, it wouldn't have happened."

You were livid.

"I played engineer for a couple of weeks and designed a machine that worked without a hitch for 3 years. You are an engineer and can't get any of those little prototypes of yours to work. Remind me who's incompetent again?"

"Woah, okay, that's enough. Let's all go home and relax, okay?" Jayce said, already dragging Viktor from his cane arm and not allowing him to proffer any of the offenses he intended to.

How dare he say you were incompetent? You were head and shoulders above him in every possible category. Fine, perhaps he had an edge when it came to discipline. And organization. Maybe charisma, somehow everyone liked him. You understood why. He was handsome too, charming even…

Maybe if he— No. don’t even start.

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