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tev-the-random · 2 years

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Emptober Day 1 - Trinket

Fwhip had his flaws, that was undeniable. But he was also, under the doubt of no one, the kind of person who saw some sort of value in everything. Where there were possibilities, there was opportunity, and where there was trash, there was treasure.

It had started with toys.

The young heir of Grimlands was known by the staff of the mansion to be a horribly careless child. Anything he touched, he broke. However, it was never a matter of clumsiness, as most thought, but rather, curiosity: if he had a toy train, he would take it apart to see what made it move; if someone gave the twins a doll, he would dismember it to see how the joints were connected; if his sister was gifted a plushie, he would find a way to pull it apart at the seams to see what was inside. Nothing was safe within his reach.

When eventually Fwhip learned to be more considerate of his sister’s possessions, Gem had already moved on to entertaining herself with books. Her brother’s reputation as a trouble child was established, and he would only grow to earn it as the years went by. Though sometimes Gem hoped he would get in trouble, deep down she was fascinated whenever he came back to her with his discoveries.

It was around the time Fwhip had discovered redstone that Gem discovered magic.

At first, their learning experience was ridden with issues: while Gemini would find her powers going out of control and set fire to her curtains at least once a week, Fwhip would more often than not create giant messes of red dust that didn’t actually do anything. But while she was a sponge of knowledge, he was a tinkerer at heart, and slowly but surely, they balanced each other out. He helped her make tools that would stabilize her spells or, at the very least, do damage control, which he was no stranger to. She helped him keep track of his work and find new obscure sources and tips on the matter of redstone.

Fwhip’s toys no longer interested him as a whole. Their parts, however, were always useful. Soon he would find himself getting his hands on old clocks, broken pistons, jammed dispensers and silent jukeboxes for their functioning pieces, and an ever-growing collection started to be hoarded. Everything could be taken apart and put together as something else, something new.

As the twins became masters of their craft, the Grimlands became their canvas. The two of them tried to solve every single problem in the most extravagant ways, and all it took for them to get banned from the forge entirely was just a little bit of creativity and constant bickering about the right way to do things. Whatever trouble they could get into, whatever responsibilities they could avoid, they did, and they covered for each other just as much as they laughed at their own mistakes. Or at least, Fwhip did.

When gunpowder was introduced to his arsenal of materials, Fwhip quickly became used to experiments exploding in his face. If anything, he liked setting things on fire and relished in his errors. Gem, on the other hand, took her role as the responsible sibling seriously. More and more often she would lecture her brother on the dangers of his recklessness, and the time she spent in her room or in the library would only increase. The truth was, magic was a volatile and dangerous thing. Though her own dignity kept her from saying it out loud, Gem greatly feared endangering others if her technique was anything less than perfect, if she was anything other than wise.

Fwhip thought she worried too much. Once again, they balanced each other out, for he was the calm and the chaos to her anxiety and her focus, respectively. Much like two cogs in a big machine, they naturally moved one another.

But as the end of their teenage years steadily approached, those gears found themselves trying to spin in contrasting directions.

Fwhip had plans for their empire. Though he never thought of himself as much of a ruler, he had the rising ambition to make the Grimlands the most advanced nation in the continent. His once childish dreams had flourished into the knowledge that his home had just as much potential as he did. The possibilities were endless, and so were his ideas.

Gem, on the other hand, knew her destiny was elsewhere. Her homeland had its own magic, to be sure, but it definitely wasn’t known for it; there had been no native wizards for generations. She had the growing feeling of being stuck in a cage, kept away from so many wonders. The source of all the crystals they imported, the magical creatures that couldn’t withstand the bustling society of the Grimlands, her own space to let her magic lose, all of that could be just over the mountains. Gem had a talent, and she knew that if she were to pursue it, to become a proper wizard, she would have to leave her life, her family and her future throne behind.

It didn’t take long for Fwhip to notice his sister’s pensiveness, and no longer for him to figure out the reason. He didn’t blame her. But maybe there was something he could do.

‘Hey, Gem? Can you help me with something real quick?’

She considered responding with “no, I’m busy” and closing the door on his face. But there was something about his eagerness that made her sigh and agree to follow him instead.

Unlike Fwhip, she hadn’t intruded her sibling’s personal space in years, and she was glad she didn’t; his bedroom was an absolute nightmare. All sorts of schematics and blueprints filled the walls and littered the floor. Bits and pieces of machinery were scattered all around the spacious room, as well as dead potted flowers, copper cables, broken arrows and one too many sticks of TNT. A light coat of redstone dust seemed to cover everything.

‘How do you live like this?’

‘It’s called organised chaos, Gem.’ And indeed, like someone who knew exactly how to manoeuvre around the mess, Fwhip entered the room with ease.

‘You should really get yourself a workshop to put all of this stuff.’ Gem followed, walking on the tip of her toes to avoid stepping on anything important. ‘You shouldn’t sleep on top of all of this junk.’

‘Hey, it’s not junk! These are my things, thank you very much’ Fwhip said in the most dignified manner. He started going through his drawers as he continued. ‘Anyway, you said you might be studying abroad next year, right? You were trying to convince dad or something.’

‘Yeah... I could really use some field experience, and there are some great wizards in Rivendell. Dad says it might be good for our external relations, so there is a possibility.’

‘Ugh, it’s always business with you two.’ Finally, the tinkerer pulled a small bag from the dark void that were his possessions. It chimed quietly when he shook it.

‘Look, if you don’t actually need me for anything, I’ll go back to-’

‘No no no, come here!’

As Gem approached, Fwhip pushed all the materials that were on top of his desk onto the floor, gaining some space to empty the bag. Its contents sparkled under the beam of sunlight that was coming through the window, though it didn’t shine as much as the young wizard’s eyes.

‘Wha- how did you get these?’ Her voice was a mix of reprimand, curiosity and sheer delight. She carefully picked up one of the polished pieces of amethyst and rolled it around in her hands, feeling the smallest tingle of magic within it.

Fwhip gave her a cocky smile. ‘I have my ways.’ Mimicking his sister, he inspected one of the stones, his brain already drawing all sorts of schemes. ‘You know, I just thought that maybe you could get used to staring at shiny rocks all day, if you’re gonna be a wizard. Besides, we’re neighbours with the Crystal Cliffs, it’d be a waste if all this amethyst got turned into some boring jewellery when we can make something much cooler out of it.’

‘What did you have in mind?’

The twins hadn’t spent so much time together in months. Fwhip made the compromise to put some of his things away so they would have space to work. The sun had reached its peak by the time they actually started, and by the time they finished, the moon had already taken its place high in the sky.

While Gem carved sigils, Fwhip broke up pieces of redstone and lapis lazuli. While he tightened screws, she elaborated a concoction in the single-bottle brewing stand he had left on his bedside table. And while she charged and assembled her new shards of amethyst, he wired the system.

If you asked them what they were trying to do, they would only say it was meant to be something beautiful. Something chemical, electrical, magical, something only the two of them would ever think of doing. But of course, their scientific piece of art would never see the light of day: it blew up as soon as they pressed a button.

They screamed.

The tinkerer was glad he had opened his window; whatever it was that Gem had used to fuel their device made it hard to breathe. His sister, on the other hand, was more preoccupied with putting out her hair — after that, she made the mental note to always tie it back when she was working.

‘Oh, that was a disaster,’ Fwhip cried once the smoke started to dissipate. ‘You ok? Gem?’

The wizard didn’t speak for a moment. The tips of her hair were scorched, her face and clothes covered in soot and redstone; she had slightly less eyebrows now than she did when they started, which Fwhip was sure was his case as well. He waited for her to yell at him.

She laughed.

‘Ok, maybe next time we should try something a little less extreme. Oh my goodness...’ She brushed the dust off her blouse, coughing as she laughed at their ridicule. It was easier to do so when there was no one else around to see it. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Yeah, I’m... I’m pretty used to it,’ Fwhip chuckled back at her. ‘First time I’ve seen the fire go purple, though.’

Both of them stared at the now cracked shards of amethyst, which were engulfed in magical lilac flames. As the fire quickly died, Gem reached for one of them; they were freezing cold to the touch, which only increased her interest. This was her first proper, independent magic experiment outside of basic enchanting table stuff.

‘What a shame. I almost thought it would work.’ The young lord picked up a shard of glass from the now destroyed contraption. ‘I see this as a valuable experience, though. If we find out what went wrong, we can try again. I don’t really know much about magic properties, maybe we just overpowered it-’

‘I think I’m good for tonight. Thanks anyway, Fwhip.’ Gem smiled softly. ‘For the amethyst, that it. It was a nice way to spend the day.’

‘You’re saying you like to spend time with me?’ Her brother said in a mocking hopeful tone. She rolled her eyes.

‘Sure. Just don’t get used to it.’

‘Hey, Sausage. Can you pass me a wrench, please? There should be one in one of my pockets over there.’

The current count of Grimlands was a very busy man. Whenever he wasn’t upstairs implementing all sorts of improvements to his kingdom, making sure his citizens had everything they needed, or playing much needed pranks on his fellow rulers, he was down here, tinkering away in his workshop.

Though he usually did so alone, today King Sausage had decided to drop by for no reason other than to pester him — affectionately. Well, if he’s going to stick around, he might as well help.

‘Uhhh, what’s this?’

The king of Mythland rummaged trough the pockets of Fwhip’s coat, looking for that wrench when he came by quite the peculiar object. A bent, thin copper wire stringed together a broken amethyst shard and small piece of lapis. It was stained with very old spots of redstone dust. He knew his ally to be quite the hoarder, but this seemed like an odd thing to keep in your pocket.

Fwhip looked away from the salmon tank he was currently screwing to his newest machine and squinted at Sausage, trying to identify what he was holding.

‘Oh, it’s just an old trinket.’ he said.

‘Ah, ok then. Do you want me to throw it away?’

‘Nope. Just put it back where you found it.’

Sausage abided. ‘Is it a lucky charm?’ His voice betrayed his curiosity. He found the tool he was looking for and handed it over.

‘Well, I wouldn’t say it’s lucky,’ Fwhip chortled. ‘It’s a reminder of that time Gem messed up a spell in my room and blew things up. Good times.’

‘You mean we messed up a spell in your room,’ was what announced Gem’s arrival at the secret door to the workshop. ‘The fuel leaking was your fault.’

‘Eh, same difference.’

She rolled her eyes. Sausage barely got a wave or a greeting before the Great Wizard started to go on a rant about Fwhip planting TNT in Jimmy’s base again. Not that he paid attention to it — surprisingly not because he thought Jimmy deserved it, which he did, but because something else caught his eye.

Huh. He never noticed how the tiny amethyst that made Gem’s earring was cracked, nor the awkward way it was stringed to a little piece of lapis, despite how often she wore it.

And here he thought she wasn’t one to collect trinkets.

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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 1 year

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@19thsentry-blog tagged me for this little gem

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

A big thank you to Nat & Quick & Haphira for helping me pick which ones I should do for this 💖 (seriously, my brain is completely fried after the day I had at work).

@haphira @mintaka14 @verfound Tag, you’re it! 😘

And since it’s December, we’ll start with the festive ones! (Under the cut to spare you all from scrolling unless you want to actually read it 😂)

December Dreams

She had been ecstatic upon first seeing the tree- every lot she and Luka had tried the previous week had been completely sold out.

When he had admitted to driving all the way to Belgium just to get a tree… she had been brought to tears.

Trying to get the tree set up had also brought her to tears. Luka had said he had measured, but he was still a Couffaine. They had managed to get it to fit in the end, even if it was just barely. Though they had had to chop off quite a bit off the base of the trunk.

‘Twas the Night Before Fang-mas

He nuzzled their ankles, then retreated back to the living room. He made his way over to the curtains and wiggled into the space he had made for himself. Once he was fully behind them, he stuck his head out from under them so that he would be able to see the fireplace.

He wouldn’t be having any sweet dreams tonight.

Because he was going to see Santa. He just knew it.

The Big Day

Over the past few months, he had learned a great deal about flowers. There were lots of different types of flowers; some were meant to sit in jugs on tables to block people from each other’s view, some were meant to be carried around, and some were meant to be left on the floor for people to walk on. He had learned so much about flowers in fact, that some might even call him an expert.

And as flower girl, his first job was to make sure there were enough flowers for Marinette to walk on.

Camping With the Couffaines

She offered him a sympathetic smile. “In a few days, you won’t be able to tell!” He didn’t look very convinced. “I can kiss it better if you want?”

“Yeah. Maybe that will make it grow back faster.”

She ignored Juleka’s gagging as she peppered his face and head with kisses.

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just put out this fire while you kiss my idiot brother,” Juleka grumbled.

The Weight of the Mask

She could feel her cheeks growing warm as she scrambled to clean herself up.

“You’ve got something- right there.” She furiously wiped at her face as his face crinkled in mirth. “No, it’s right there,” he gestured to his own chin, to show her where it was. But it was no good. “Here, let me.” His thumb swiped along her chin, getting the last dribble of strawberry, leaving a growing warmth in its wake.

Her cheeks burst into flames.

All it Takes to Grow

She snapped her attention up, glancing towards the source of the sound. Luka was sprawled in one of his chairs. A battered briefcase sat by his feet, and he was poking at the soil in the pot.

“Long day?”

“Yeah,” he groaned, offering her a smile before screwing his face up in distaste. He pulled a water bottle out of the briefcase and slowly poured some into the pot.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I don’t think watering it is going to do much.”

“Oh?” He quirked a brow and gave her a boyish grin as he put the cap back on the bottle. “Why’s that?”

She shrugged, shaking her head as she laughed. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to grow into much.”

“Well,” he shrugged as well, his smile softening, “give it time. Who knows what will grow given the right care.” She snorted as politely as she could, and he laughed. “I haven’t seen you around much the past couple of days.”

Chords and Courtship

“Luka?” He blinked. Kaalki was staring at him expectantly, with a knowing smile on her face and a glimmer in her eyes. “Perhaps we should try this one.” She closed her fan and let it rest gently against her lips.

He wracked his brain. He knew this one. He knew he knew it! He furrowed his brows, willing the answer to come to mind as he stared at the fan, with its handle just grazing her lips. Her lips…

“Kiss me!”

“I’m afraid I will have to object to that.” He jumped at the sound of Sass’s voice.

Songs, Snowballs, and Storms

He laughed as she took another stumbling glide forwards. “It’ll get easier, I promise! Here,” he said, turning and pulling ahead to face her. He took her tiny hands in his, “I’ll help you.”

“Show off,” she mumbled as he skated backward, pulling her along with him. But she was smiling as she said it.

“Only for you.” He chuckled at the bright pink flush that bloomed in her face. It was something she always seemed so embarrassed of, but he loved the way her cheeks turned rosy at even the slightest compliment, the way she wore her heart on her sleeve. So he took it upon himself to compliment her as often as he could.

Count Me In

And then, Juleka had managed to coax the Marinette into a casual conversation, and he had been absolutely beyond help.

Because Marinette was clever and funny, and she was incredibly kind and so amazing and miles out of his league.

She would have been out of his league even if he wasn’t the idiot that had spammed her phone with gifs of the Count.

But he was that idiot.

And Juleka didn’t seem in any hurry to let him forget it.

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe

“Luka! Juleka!” They both turned at the sound of their names being called. Aimee was waving at them from in front of the bakery. She had a camera bag around her neck, a tripod slung across her back, and two large duffle bags at her feet. “Great, I was worried I was too early.”

“Aimee? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take the pictures, silly.”

“Pictures? What pictures?”

“For the photoshoot, duh.”

“Photoshoot?” He rounded on her, staring hard at her. “Jules, what is going on?”

She smiled as innocently as she could. Over Luka’s shoulder, she could see Aimee cracking up. “Marinette needs to post photos of her new stuff for her insta and website. We’re going to model for her. Now come on, we don’t want to keep Marinette waiting. Do we?”

#these are all lukanette #even if it's just in the background #so you know what #gonna tag it as #pro lukamari #endgame lukanette #i hope i chose interesting parts #my braincells are on strike right now #so here's hoping there's at least a couple fun nuggets in there for all of you

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halfagone · 1 year

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I posted 1,050 times in 2022

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From Chapter 43 of lex luthor's ascent

Death Record Institutes or Facilities:

Essentially, these places record the deaths of every person who has ever died, and they include facts such as any possible Taboos they might have committed or any other major mortal crimes. Theft and robbery would not count; assault and murder would. Even if you got away with such crimes in life, they have branded you in death.

These places also mark whether the dead had become a spirit or a ghost. All of this is for multiple reasons. 1) People who had died earlier than the rest of their family or friends could check in at a later time to find out if their loved ones are still alive or have passed on. 2) If serious accusations come about between two spirits who had known each other in life, you have irrevocable proof.

Ghosts can change their names in death, and sometimes they might even forget about their past. You cannot change these records, however. But… this also means if one were to possibly fake their death… they would not show up in a Death Record Institute. Which... might come into play in another fic later on.

I don't know that much about Death Note, but I guess? this is a bit inspired by that? I'm not entirely sure, but I though I ought to give it credit just in case.

If you like the idea, feel free to include it in your own fics! Eventually, I'll get to show what it actually looks like or how it actually functions, but for now, I thought I'd name drop it and see the reactions. Who knows, I might just get inspiration from you all too.

This is first included in chapter 43 of lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood. This post is subject to change assuming further chapters and storylines include this subject matter.

122 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

What would Danny do for work?

I have a quick question to my fellow Danny Phantom fans... When you imagine Danny picking a career/job, what do you headcanon for him? And this is if he can't- for whatever reason- be an astronaut. This is a hypothetical question, it's not- like, going to affect any of my stories in the future or anything *chuckles nervously*

For me, it's always depended on the headcanon I choose for any particular story/AU. But that gets complicated when I have multiple headcanons that could offer opportunities for him.

For example:

Astrophysicist/Aerospace Engineer - He can't be an astronaut, but that doesn't mean he can't still do some kind of work that involves his love for space.

Engineer - In a similar vein, he could be a regular engineer. Especially if he takes after his dad, Jack, more and maybe even creates his own prototypes and inventions.

In a subset to engineer, in my story weekend wonders, Danny is majoring in biomedical engineering. This is because in this AU, the accident gave him chronic pain, and that's how he gained an interest in this field. This could also work great if he gets attention from the Justice League in a DP x DC crossover, or the Avengers in a DP x Marvel crossover; Danny could just as easily work with heroes who have disabilities or chronic pain from many decades of work as heroes. It helps that he personal experience with the same struggles, after all.

Translator - If you headcanon that Danny can understand a lot of languages (or maybe even them all) due to ghost speak, then Danny could totally use this to his advantage with work. Plus!! This offers many different avenues that could be used to your advantage. Want Danny to be connected to the UN in some way before debuting as Ghost King? Have him be a translator that works there. Want Danny to be busy often with his royal responsibilities/ghost fighting? Have him be a translator; he can work remotely or stay self-employed/on contracts.

Teacher - Danny doesn't have great experience with educational staff, so I could imagine him going into this field of work due to nothing but spite. And! He could teach ectobiology, or just ghosts in general. He could do so many topics: Biology, government, history, hell he could do a whole semester on how physics work in the Ghost Zone.

Blacksmith/Ironsmith - Okay, this one is more self-indulgent, but imagine if Pandora teaches him how to fight with a sword and then he gets obsessed with the sword itself that he wants to make one that's perfectly suited for him and this just dominos into going full-blown into this field. (Trade skills are still important, and sadly, don't get as much attention even when they can usually offer fairly decent pay without the thousands of dollars worth in student debt.)

Writer/Author - If you wanted him to be more artistic, he could be a freelance author/novelist or something similar. I feel like being an author would be one of the better choices for him because, again, if you were writing a story where Danny would be busy with a lot of other responsibilities, then he could largely work on his own schedule. Plus! I can totally imagine him hanging out in Long Now with Clockwork when his head is just full of ideas for a story but he wouldn't have the time to write it otherwise. So he kind of uses Long Now to get that time, but he can promise it's for a good cause, stop laughing, Clockwork!

Actor - I really love the concept of Danny being an actor, just for the laughs if nothing else. While this could be a pain if Danny does actually get famous, since that's a lot of media he would probably prefer not to deal with, the concept alone offers a great deal of shenanigans. And... if he does get a good movie deal, he could very well be set for life afterwards. He could be one of those one-hit wonders in television or something.

If anyone has other possibilities, feel free to add! My head is constantly spinning with even more ideas, I might just add some myself.

134 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

DP/DC Week 2022: Day 5

“Have you come to stop me, heroes?” Unnamed villain number 24 of the week cackled with evil glee. His smile began to wane when he noticed the assortment of Justice League members standing around at the bottom of the podium, just… standing there. Watching him. More than one of them looked resigned, in fact. Superman looked a little tired, if the villain were being honest. Was the man not getting enough rest? And Wonder Woman! She looked so bored in his presence, the villain felt a little offended.

“Have you given up and accepted me as your new ruler?” He chortled with a wide smirk. That garnered no reaction either. In the corner of his eyes, he could see the beautiful, powerful Crown of Fire resting innocently upon its pedestal. Oh, how he longed to place it upon his head and showcase the strength of someone who was truly worthy-

“If you can put that crown on your head, and it actually stays,” Green Lantern began, lifting his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I will literally give you fifty- no, a hundred dollars.” Then, the Green Lantern crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the villain expectantly.

170 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

DP/DC Week 2022: Day 3

When Bruce had opened the door to greet John Constantine, he had not expected to have a child suddenly thrust into his arms. He looked down at the boy, maybe two or three years old. The boy blinked back at him. Black hair, blue eyes.

He looked back at Constantine with alarm.

“He’s not yours,” Constantine reassured him with a roll of his eyes. “He’s a kid I work with. He’s usually a teenager but he got de-aged when we ran into this bi- witch, this witch.” Bruce sent Constantine a glare for his near mistake, propping up the young boy onto his hip. Strangely enough, the child didn’t seem to mind being held by a stranger, happily clutching Bruce by the neck with his small little hands. So cute.

Someone really needed to stop Bruce before he whipped out the adoption papers again.

297 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Danny's death mark/scar

I've seen a lot of renditions of this idea/headcanon that I absolutely adore, there are versions where it's on one of his hands, or even on his back. There are so many ways that it can be done, which I've always soaked up and enjoyed. But version of this hc that's really stuck with me is:

What if it was on his chest? Right over his heart?

In this version of the hc, that would mean all the power of the portal-which, again, is the equal to ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe- was directed towards his heart. This would instantly kill him, while all this power would simultaneously revive him. Causing him to become a halfa. You could even argue that that's why Danny is just that powerful. All that power was directed at his chest which, as most of us headcanon in the phandom, is where his core would also be located.

A lot of us have always argued that the reason that Danny is so much more powerful than Vlad, and growing in power so much quicker, is because his death was instantaneous. While Vlad's was slower and over the span of many years, most likely.

And if all the power of an entire different dimension was directed towards the creation of his core, how powerful would that make Danny?

This is a concept I'll likely introduce in down the rabbit hole (goes the throne) eventually, and it's an idea you'll see in !!SPOILERS!! chapter 34 of lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood.

But more than anything... I just like it for the angst :P

1,019 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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pandawriterstuff · 1 year

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Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @fearofahumanplanet, thank you!

“We met two and a half days ago!” He smacked the wall with his hand and immediately regretted it, cussing as it throbbed and Dom looked at him like he was trying to figure out when Vince had broken and how he hadn't realized. “Look, I don’t need you to tell me I’m shit at this. I know, alright?” He pushed off the wall and past his friend, going around to the basement stairs instead of finishing that conversation. Dom was right. It was like all his words had dried up. Every time he looked at Brian it was like looking at memories he’d shoved away. This would be hard if his brother were all sunshine and roses and shit. Instead he was this skinny, angry, bruised up kid that was nothing like Vince and everything like Vince and what the fuck was he supposed to do with a kid?

I am going to tag @kyofsonder @talesofsorrowandofruin @late-to-the-fandom @writingpotato07 and anyone else who wants to join in!

#last line tag #writing tag game #fanfiction #fast & furious #writebrl #nanowrimo #my nano doc is only at 7500 words but I've been writing in it everyday #so you know what #success #this is a pre-series AU where I made Brian & Vince half brothers #for context #my writing #wip excerpt

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singsweetmelodies · 1 year

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Maxiel

alright babe, you asked - and you asked with a proper cute gif - so you shall receive 😘

maxiel. hmmmmm. HMMMM. well. especially since we're racing again, it is no secret that i am the opposite of a verstappen girlie - but. i have to note here. there is a huuuuge difference between fic!max and racer!max. fic!max, i actually sort of... *sighs dramatically and glares into distance* like. fine, i like him. he just has such a fun voice to try and get into writing, you know? good old daddy issues... and likely repression... sprinkle in with a side helping of self-loathing, snark and sarcasm... yeahhhh that's a fun character to read/write.

as for the maxiel dynamic itself - it's also the classic good old sunshine and sarcasm pairing. daniel makes max smile and laugh when he usually never does that. which is proper cute and soft. but!! then there's also all the angst about danny leaving, so if you want to go that direction, you can also make them hurt a LOT. which is. well you know. there's a reason they're so popular.

and i have to say it - a lot of maxiel fic out there is pretty god-tier. not least your fics, briony -- you really DO get all the credit here, because like i say every time, you're the one who managed to actually get me to ship maxiel/tolerate max with Anonymous. and much as i scowl when admitting it, max in A Dog's Home still has a special soft spot in my heart 🧡

final verdict: 7/10, and at least two of those points are for your fics, briony. this is a ship dynamic i can definitely enjoy! i wouldn't necessarily go look for fic or content about them, but if i happen to come across it, i will very likely go insane about it.

(send me a ship and i'll give you my brutally honest opinion on it)

#asks & answers #it is brutally honest hours #honest ship opinions thing #briony darling ❤️💙💚#🏎 maxiel #briony's maxiel fics are INCREDIBLE. i can never say it enough. everyone should go read them!! 🙏😍#i mean they actually made me LIKE max #(fic max anyway)#so you know what #double rec just for that 🙏#😘 ily boo

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lhrry · 2 years

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so we got some info from Live Nation regarding the Prague show seating and they’re saying the instruction to take away the B stage came from ‘Harry Styles’ production team’ to satisfy the demand for tickets. It is not a reason to get a refund according to them because the plan is purely orientational anyway. The tickets for the added section will be much more expensive (the original price multiplied by three basically), and they said this is an attempt to be fair to the fans who have bought the tickets in 2019 but anyone can buy these expensive tickets if they want to.

#but apparently it came from harry’s Team first #not from ticketmaster or live nation #so you know what #fuck it all

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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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You know, given what I was sent in the discord last night, now might be a great time to catch up on Midnight by @atherix if you havent already

help me im suffering

#stitch talks #HELP! ME! I AM BEING TORMENTED #SO YOU KNOW WHAT #EVERYONE ELSE GETS TORMENTED TOO #WOE #MUMSCARIAN BE UPON YOU #Mumscarian #Hermitshipping #<- since that is the main couple for Midnight #Mutuals #Atherix #there might potentially be an update coming soon #i might be desperately writing rift au to try and outpace atherix #who knows

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apcthetics · 1 year

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*˖ ⊹ ever since the night at the record store a few weeks ago, damien had found himself seeking out luvena daniels everywhere. she had always been like a ghost to him, haunting the corners of his bedroom with reminders of what things had been like when she was around, but recently, he kept looking over his shoulder for any sign of her. as scarred as it was, his heart had still been raised with the ideas of happy endings. damien could fool himself into believing that the love he had for kehlani and honey and his other friends was enough, but the silly little thing inside his chest wasn’t so easily convinced. if it heard a familiar laugh, a familiar song, then it was reaching out for her. he was trying to seek out his own opportunities, too— popping by the record store more often, and leaving notes with it’s proprietor that he could only hope were getting back around to luvena. still, there had been mostly radio silence on her end; he continued to live his life, focusing his attention on the store, on ensuring that he got nivan away from his books and computers every once and a while to attend one of his bands’ shows ( considering how long it took him to drag nivan from his desk chair that night, it was a little disappointing how quickly he had lost his friend. judging by the stars in his eyes from the moment they walked in, though, damien was pretty sure he was still around here somewhere. ) of course he didn’t expect to see luvena that night, but he was quietly hoping when he heard bowie was attending that maybe that fate would push them back together.

he wasn’t disappointed. he spotted her almost the moment he had walked in ( how could he not, when she was wearing that dress? ) but damien knew better than to approach her right away. last time he had cornered her without anywhere to go— this time, she could simply disappear into the crowd, and his opportunity would be lost. he waited until she was alone, attention glued to her phone for long enough that she didn’t see him slide up to the bar beside her, before he finally spoke. " what!? no way. “ tapping his hands against the bar in a short rhythm, he let his voice raise in octave. one nod towards the bartender indicated he was there for something new when he had a chance, before he turned towards her with a bright, teasing grin. “ it’s starting to get a little ground-hog day in here. are you following me? have we had this conversation before? “ his tone was light as damien gently nudged her with his elbow, “ nice to know you’re real, and to see you here. i was convinced when they played cuff it earlier and i didn’t see you in the dj booth that you must have had a better party to attend. “ / LUVENA ( @overwhlcmed )

#i hate this lol #but i have been picking at it since yesterday #and have not been able to make myself happy with it #so you know what #fuck it #we ball #*˖ ⊹ damien clark ☆ﾟ ( thread )#*˖ ⊹ damien clark ☆ﾟ ( ft. luvena )

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