#it's an inconvenient title

[sp1cy-t0ss]

Antares

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45534721

The first thing Nightwing hears upon regaining consciousness is ominous chanting. A man’s voice rings out over the rest, ranting about an Eternal King, infinite power, and -- oh boy -- sacrifices. He tunes it out to assess the situation.

He’s in an old warehouse. Robin’s here too, looking even more annoyed than Nightwing feels, and both of them have their hands and ankles bound in rope. His comm is on silent, just as he left it, like an idiot. The ranting man and his followers in matching robes are gathered around a ritual circle in the middle of the floor. Yeah, that tells him all he needs to know. They need to get out, now.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly when the leader finishes his speech and turns to them.

“So,” the man asks with a cruel smile. “Which of you ‘heroes’ will have the honor of bringing our Lord to this plane?” 

“I will.” Robin’s voice is sharp, unyielding. 

The man is obviously surprised to receive an actual answer to his taunt, but obliges. He pulls Robin away without another word.

“What?! No! Robin, you can’t--” Nightwing’s protest is cut off with a punch to the stomach from one of the robed lackeys.

“I have my reasons, Nightwing; it must be me.” Robin’s face reveals nothing, but he gives a subtle hand signal: I have a plan.

Nightwing forces himself to calm down. They’ll get out of this. He just has to trust his Robin. While everyone’s eyes are off him, he quietly works at the amateur knots.

The leader drags Robin into the circle without a fight. He raises a jeweled dagger, intentions clear... 

But Robin is faster. He bites his own wrist, hard, and spits his blood into the circle. The runes light up in terrible Lazarus green, and Robin pushes himself upright with a malicious grin.

The lead cultist scrambles back from the circle and into a deep bow. The chanting stops as his minions follow suit. Robin continues to look far too smug for his situation. Nightwing feels a headache coming on somewhere under his renewed panic.

This is his plan?! 

There’s a blinding flash of light. When the spots clear from Nightwing’s vision, the Eternal King is floating in the circle, mere feet from the bound Robin.

The Eternal King isn’t quite the grotesque horror he expected. Their body is a glittering black void, a sleek humanoid shadow with misty white hair and bright, bright eyes of toxic green. A cold fog rolls off of their body in waves.

“Antares,” the shadow rumbles, and Nightwing feels static thrum in his bones with the sound. The room is painfully cold, but the King doesn’t seem aggressive yet. Maybe they really can bargain their way out of this mess.

Robin doesn’t flinch. He looks the Eternal King right in the eyes, utterly fearless, and smirks. “Hello, Beloved.”

What?

The King stares silently, floating closer. For a long moment, no one moves. No one speaks.

“My lord, does the sacrifice please you?” The ringleader cuts in, standing up with a greedy gleam in his eyes. 

Something in the air changes as the King turns toward the man. Something cold, electric, heavy under the skin. Nightwing suppresses a shiver as he works through the last of the rope.

“You d̵̢̛a̵̼̽ṙ̴͎e̵͙̐.”

The leader pales and falls to his knees. “My Lord, if this offering is insufficient, we have another--”

The King s̴̱̖̺̺̓͊̕̕ć̵͇͇͔̈r̴̥͐e̸̥̬͌̂̌̊a̴̭̔̓̀̔͘m̵̯͑̋͌͠s̵̗̤̻̭̍̿, a furious howl that blurs Nightwing’s vision and claws his ears. The sound is everywhere, driving him to his knees. Growing shadows seem to absorb his little brother just as Nightwing realizes he’s blacking out. 

They’re falling, they’re falling someone help they’re screaming he’s screaming make it stop dead on impact blood and bones make it stop make it STOP--

When he comes back to himself, it’s quiet. Nightwing blinks tears from his eyes, gasping for frigid air that pierces his lungs like knives. The floor outside the circle is covered in blood splatter. The cultists have all been struck down, and many aren’t moving. 

But he’s not looking at them.

Because the monster is coiled around Robin like a snake, eyes burning as it surveys the room. Robin seems unharmed for now, but he has to get his baby brother away from that thing.

He steps forward, and those endless green eyes lock onto him. It snarls at his approach, revealing multiple rows of teeth. Claws subtly tighten on Robin’s shoulders. Nightwing sinks into a combat stance, and the creature braces itself to leap.

Pure, animal instinct screams that Nightwing won’t survive this fight.. It doesn’t matter. He’ll give his all like he always has, and Robin can escape. The others will find a way to take it down. He just has to buy time.

“Dove, it’s alright.”

To Nightwing’s amazement, the creature freezes. It turns to look at Robin, warbling in apparent confusion before turning back to Nightwing with a hiss.

Robin grabs its face in both hands and forces it to look at him. “No. That’s Nightwing, remember? He will not harm us. I am safe. We are safe.” His voice is steady, soothing as he gently presses their foreheads together. A spark of awareness slowly returns to ‘Dove’s’ eyes.

“Come back to me.”

The monster sags in Robin’s grip, slowly folding in on itself until a nearly-human teen with snowy white hair is left floating gently in its place.

Robin smiles, gentle and shockingly warm. “There you are.”

‘Dove’ is shaking. Their eyes are locked on Robin, as though he’s the only thing in their universe. “Antares,” they breathe, before wrapping Robin in a tight hug.

Robin briefly looks to Dick, gesturing toward the cultists. He then returns his attention to the distraught being, resting his chin on their head and both hands on their back. The obvious dismissal makes Nightwing uneasy, but the kid has a point. They'll just have to check him for hypnosis or mind control back at the Cave.

Now that Nightwing is actually looking at the cultists, their injuries are horrific. Deep lacerations, stab wounds, frostbite, severed limbs...none of them seem likely to die with medical treatment, but every last one is maimed. 

The ringleader is worst of all. His eyes are gouged out, and his hands ripped off and cauterized by the same unearthly frost that burns scattered marks into his skin. An unfamiliar symbol has been clawed into his chest. 

Nightwing looks back to the circle, where Dove is quietly sobbing. Their face is tucked securely into Robin’s neck, and Nightwing hears whispers of I was scared and can’t lose you too.  

This is the same person?

By the time the cultists are all secured and the police have been called, Dove seems to have calmed down. Time to play the diplomat. Again. 

Damn, maybe Steph has a point about Eldest Daughter Syndrome.

“I, uh, hate to interrupt, but we should probably get out of here, yeah? GCPD will be here in a couple minutes,” he proposes with a friendly smile.

Dove wipes their eyes. “Right.” Then they look around the room and wince. “Uhm, sorry you? Had to see that? I...panicked. You’re okay though, right? Not hurt or anything?” The question is disarmingly earnest, and there’s nothing but concern in their eyes. Hm.

“Nah, not a scratch,” Nightwing dismisses. Then he remembers he’s apparently talking to a king. “Thank you for saving Robin, Your Highness,” he adds with a bow of his head. 

“Nuh-uh, no titles. Gross.” The King makes a face, then smiles with renewed cheer. “Call me Phantom. He/him, ghost, and general pain in the ass, at your service!” He floats higher and punctuates his announcement with a midair flip. “You might as well know, since we’re gonna be seeing each other a lot now.”

Crap. “I’m afraid I don’t follow,” Nightwing ventures.

‘Phantom’ exchanges a meaningful look with Robin. Nightwing barely has time to register the mischief on both their faces before Robin pulls the being down into a kiss. 

A deep kiss now. Really deep. Yeah, they’ve definitely forgotten he’s here.

When they finally separate, Robin looks quite satisfied. Phantom, however, sticks out a forked tongue and scrunches his face. “Blech, blood. What did you...” His eyes land on Robin’s still-bloody wrist, then the droplets still in the circle. 

“You didn’t.” A grin creeps across his face. “You have me on soul speed dial and you still hijacked a whole-ass summoning!”

“Tt. I was making a point.” Robin crosses his arms.

Phantom cackles. “You are literally the most dramatic person I’ve ever met!” he crows.

Robin raises an eyebrow and gestures to the warehouse full of mangled cultists. Phantom opens his mouth to retort, but it’s at this point that Nightwing finally manages to pull his jaw off the floor and speak. 

“Robin,” he says with deliberate calm. “What the fuck.”

And then they hear police sirens. Fantastic.

“Crap. Don’t worry, I got it!” Phantom declares as he rips a green hole in existence. Robin is unfazed, which is rapidly getting less and less surprising.

A woman in the corner stirs. Phantom makes a ‘one moment’ gesture before he stalks over and yanks her forward with a growl. “You’ve kept your tongue for a reason. Spread the word: Robin is mine.” (Robin stands taller, obviously pleased by that extremely concerning statement.)  The woman nods frantically, and Phantom drops her to the ground. 

Without further preamble, Phantom zips back over and shoves both vigilantes through the rip.

Just like that, they’re all in Damian’s bedroom. The two boys immediately sit together on the edge of the bed, while Dick remains standing. Dick doesn’t even know where to begin, so he can only give a helpless ‘why’ sort of gesture. Thankfully, Damian seems to take pity on him.

“Richard, this insufferable fool is my Beloved. His name is Danny, and he is seventeen.” Then he smirks. “You may refer to him as High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms; The Tyrant’s Bane, True Balance, Son Of Stars, Pride of Time, Death’s Chosen--”

The ghost groans dramatically, flopping across Damian’s lap like a wet noodle. “Oh my gawd, Dames, why would you tell him that?”

"It is very important that Richard recognizes your position and authority.” Damian says, not even trying to sound convincing.

Danny reaches up and pushes at Damian’s face. It brings to mind a pair of cats, especially with Damian doing his best to look annoyed instead of fond. “Betrayal! I want a divorce!”

That’s the last straw. Dick chokes on his own spit and has to thump his chest a few times to breathe right again. With monumental effort, he manages to wheeze out a strangled “Are you MaRriEd?!”

Danny tries to sputter out a reply, but Dick is distracted by Damian laughing. It’s a low, light sound, with no attempt made to disguise it. 

“Of course not,” Damian says. He cards a hand through Danny’s hair, the other boy sighing contently and looking up at him with adoring neon eyes. “We've only courted for seven months now. It will be another three years before we wed.” 

Dick is just. Gonna ignore that last bit. For his own sanity. “Wait, how did you keep a whole boyfriend secret for seven months? In this family?” 

“Bribery.” “Threats.”

Yeah, that sounds about right. Babs and Duke probably know then.

“Cool, good to know. One more question.” Well, more like a billion, but he may as well start with an icebreaker before the inevitable interrogation. Besides, it’s a big brother's duty to embarrass his siblings. “Why Dove?”

Damian says nothing, but his deep blush is almost audible.

“Because I’m cute and fluffy!” Danny chirps.

“Hardly,” Damian scoffs. “It’s because you are raucously annoying and constantly crash into windows.”

Literally everything about this situation is baffling, but Danny looks so offended that Dick can’t help but laugh.

“You lying asshole!” Danny screeches.

Damian turns to Dick. “He attempted to use a grapple three times and broke eleven windows; four of them with his face. I have videos.” Danny gasps, the two start bickering, and Dick is left to his thoughts once more. 

Even as the pair separate to point fingers and trade increasingly creative insults, their body language is completely relaxed. As much as Dick is panicking about a powerful undead monarch around their family, Damian is happy. He has been for months, now that Dick thinks about it. He’s been loosening up a little, leaving the manor more, and even mentioning a few new friends (though he refuses to use the word.)

Whoever or whatever Danny is, he’s been good for him.

“Well,” Dick cuts in, interrupting an inventive declaration about overripe cheese. “We’ll obviously need to talk about this. But for what it’s worth,” he smiles. “I’m happy for you, Baby Bat.” 

With that said, Dick walks out of the bedroom. Danny gives him a grateful smile, and a quiet thank you, Richard can be heard as he closes the door behind him.

Dick walks away at a leisurely pace until he reaches the end of the hallway, where he promptly breaks into a sprint toward the Cave. Checking the Batcomputer to make sure Damian hasn’t noticed the planted bug yet, he turns on his comms. Unsurprisingly, the entire family is yelling and demanding answers.

Well, at least he won’t be the only one having a heart attack tonight.

#dp x dc #dead serious #they're 16 and 17 #danny says he wants a divorce at every mild inconvenience #danny has dozens of titles and damian has memorized every last one entirely to annoy him #they alternate between adorable cats and those heckling muppets #spice writes #dc x dp #danny x damian

[lovelylotusf1]

Bubblegum

There's bubblegum stuck to the desk, George notes.

It's the only free place in the front row. Someone is sitting in his usual spot. George stares at him.

Dirty blonde hair sticking out from underneath a cap. A white hoodie with bright pink letters screaming at him, matching the gum glued to George's desk. Icy blue eyes glaring right back at him. A can of Red Bull underneath fingers that are tap-tap-tapping against the metal.

George sits down, the old chair creaking underneath him like it always does in this particular lecture hall. He needs to have a chat with someone about safety regulations.

“You took my spot,” George says, trying to sound neutral and polite. But his vowels are too short and his consonants are spoken through gritted teeth. His tone makes his displeasure noticeable.

The guy rolls his eyes. “I didn't see your name on it. There's lots of space in the back.”

George can't place his accent. It's harsh and melodic at the same time.

George takes out his notebook and pens, careful to avoid placing them right on the pink gum. Where he's sitting, he is desperately lacking some space.

George tries again. “I always sit here.”

“Not my problem.”

George is about to retort when the professor starts talking. He hadn't even heard her come in.

He snaps his head back to his notebook and opens it. He carefully writes the headline “Lecture 3” and underlines it before writing the date in a neat little box in the top right corner.

The lesson continues like usual. He meticulously takes notes, asks for clarification multiple times, marks passages for when he should consult the textbook at home.

He ignores the guy next to him. Or tries to, at least. But every scratch of his neighbor's pen against paper burrows its way deep inside George's brain. Every sip of an energy drink next to him irritates George to no end.

He is thankful that he writes with a pen. If it were a pencil, it would have snapped in half not even ten minutes into the lesson, wood crumbling under the pressure of George's iron grip.

George wishes that something bad would happen. Just to have something external match his discomfort within.

He curses himself the second it happens. The professor announces group projects. Of course, the groups are determined by seating position.

George turns around, feeling a bit like a robot going through preprogrammed motions. He comes face to face with the guy who took his seat and is now offering his hand in return.

“I'm Max Verstappen. What's your name? So I can write a sign to reserve the desk for you next time.”

The pink letters on his chest seem to mock George. Pink like the bubblegum on the desk that's not his, on the desk that he had been forced to sit at.

George takes the offered hand with a smile that's frozen in place and a handshake that cuts off his circulation. “George Russell. Nice to meet you.”

#george russell #max verstappen #gax #f1 rpf #drabble #lotus wrote something #alternative title: george being snappy over minor inconvenience - more at six #gax nation i offer you a tribute! please accept it!

[thorburned]

i know wildbow will never do this, but imagine pyre starts and rose junior shows up having transed his gender (again) offscreen

#wildbow #otherverse #pact web serial #rose thorburn #zed from pale implies changing your name after awakening and practicing for a whileis difficult/inconvenient #which on the one hand. fair enough it's like that in the real world too #but also i want to say fuck it there's magic there's a way and rj would find it #but on the other hand i find most of the technically-not-a-name-change options very funny #see initialism rj used above. imagine him going by rj #since he claimed lordship of jacob's bell briefly that's part of his title #so he can go by jacob. jake and blake thorburn #also naming yourself after the town you claimed and then sunk into the abyss to dispose of a demon rocks #and finally for maximum confusion he just shows back up as blake thorburn. name so nice he picked it twice

[anxiouslittlepossum]

So....

Cousins?

#greencousins #green cousins #morro wu #lloyd garmadon #if they grew up together #low trauma au #they share the green ninja title #they make many a bad decision #alive morro #mainly cause i forgot to do a seprate layer whoops- #ninjago morro #ninjago llyod #decided to give lloyd a fun hoodie #and morros shirt was a no brainer #this was fun #green #they be doing crimes* #*crimes are light vandalism and minor inconveniences

[harvestar]

ok maybe I should write another auntie-focused chapter on skies fic to get that out of my system (2 out of the last 3 chapters already had a prominent auntie focus)

#ktxt #THATS not even her name. I've just accepted her as My aunt as well #The Inconvenient Aunt is not the correct title for her anymore. more like the Murder-Enabling Aunt. the 'Good For Her' Aunt #at this point she is just my own OC. I don't even think I have time to cover the original spymastering plot dhkfgn #I should brush up on the wiki just to see what kind of nonsense I have invented vs. what's actually in the text #unfortunately the personal quests aren't really replayable very easily so it's just been awhile #she does very much poison you in canon though! I remember that!

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Warmth

"How are you not dying?" Alisaie demanded, pulling her shirt away from her sweat-drenched skin to fan herself.

Keshet lounged on a rock, tail flicking lazily as he sunned himself, the warmth sinking all the way down to his bones. "I like the heat."

"This isn't heat, this is the seventh layer of hell," she complained.

He cracked an eye to look at her. "You know you don't have to stay here, right? You could go play in the water like the others."

She scoffed. "And listen to my brother explain the dangers of melanoma? Please." She was silent for a long moment, and Keshet let his eyes drift back closed, relishing the comfortable embrace of the hot sun on his scales. He'd just about drifted off when Alisaie's voice startled him back to alertness. "And you really don't sweat?"

"Nope."

"How do you avoid overheating then?" She peered at him as if trying to spot the shine of perspiration, but all she found was smooth dark skin and thick black scales.

"We release heat through our scales," he answered without bothering to open his eyes. He tucked an arm under his head, the picture of relaxation despite the sweltering heat that threatened to overwhelm his elezen companion.

She squinted at him, trying to determine if he was lying, as he was known to do when he didn't want to answer their endless questions about his anatomy. "Are you teasing me?"

"Nope. One hundred percent serious."

He jumped to feel her hand come down on the scales over his thigh, eyes opening to find her leaning over him. "Wow, that is warm."

"I do believe I told you that," he responded drily. "If you don't want to swim, why don't you come lay in the sun with me. I promise I won't lecture you about melanoma - mostly because I don't know what that is."

She snorted, but released his leg to haul herself up onto the rock. As soon as her hands hit its surface, she yelped, yanking them back. "How are you laying on that? It must be a million degrees!"

"Like laying right in a frying pan," he agreed, stretching out and turning over to sun his back. His skin was hardly even scorched where it had touched the scalding stone.

"How do you- You know what, maybe I will go risk my brother's lectures after all. This is one contest I'm willing to let you win," she declared. She retreated back to where the others splashed each other with sea water and huddled under the shade of the umbrellas they'd brought, leaving Keshet to bask in the warmth in peace.

That had been a contest? Shrugging to himself, he let his eyes fall shut again and dozed under the blazing sun, feeling the closest to home he had in a long time.

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#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #au ra #wol #alisaie leveilleur #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #chapter title very carefully chosen lol #my writing #daily inconveniences #drabble #keshet dotharl #~K

[4giorno]

underappreciated thing from the stuffpack reveal: they only said they were incorporating "nordic" design. they didnt say scandinavian 💖

#you KNOW its only bc there are finnish ppl in the team lmaoooooo #i dont trust americans NOR swedes and norwegians to not use nordic and scandinavian interchangably #hjffjdjdjf trying everything to ignore how sad it makes me that im not looking forward to todays gi livestream or the next version #like do you know how soul crushing it is to not be excited abt the game you love the most and dedicate everything into lol #also if one more person tries to put colorblind wrio on my screen i will throw my phone down the stairwell LMAO #you are literally just as annoying as the fans who say blind ppl cant look in the direction of a person sitting next to them 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #at least the ppl who dont see him as blind (which like congrats canon is with you) dont make weird mental gymnastics hcs #bc they dont want to ignore the teaser weirdness but also dont want it to be too inconvenient for their yaois #.................... ANYWAY that got out of hand bye now #actually kidding people also need to fucking stop calling arle a mama(bear) like why are yall so weird #we know she uses masculine titles like father and king #rlly disappointed to see this behavior even from a great youtuber with smart videos #and the quotation marks are literally just for us the audience for our clarity (even tho i think its dumb) #for example the term king is not in quotations bc we already have the clarifying quotations for father #the characters dont say it any differently or bend the sentences in stupid ways #so you should stop being weird too :)

[zelreedsandwrites]

One day we’ll meet the whole team. Bet you’ll never guess who’s whose

Fun fact Krokorok and Umbreon are the same heigh, 3’03”, and this bothers me immensely (Sol’s a runt we know this) and Riolu is A WHOLE FUCKING FOOT shorter than them at 2’04” (also I have literally no sense of scale so)

Find the fic: Scarlet and Violet, an Imodna x Pokémon AU

#…. maybe I should change the title #kinda inconvenient to have the same tag as a vastly more popular video game #Crimson and Lavender? #imodna #imogen x laudna #fanfic #ZRWrites #art

[lottieurl]

youtube videos posted to tumblr feel like invasive species

#i kept trying to decide if i should only upload my next edit to youtube #and post the youtube video here #but then i realized EYE hate to watch youtube videos on here #title and a bunch of buttons show up and you cant easily loop it and its in general awfully inconvenient

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

An Inconvenient Prequel for the WIP asks??💞

An Inconvenient Prequel is the prequel to Inconvenient Union that I started when two minor characters in Inconvenient Union took on a life of their own. It's a f/f fantasy romance about a human farmer hiding an injured Fae she found collapsed in her pigsty from witch hunters.

A snippet:

“Why do you have hooves?” Ezther demanded. Eisha closed her eyes in mortification, but to her relief, Kadia laughed. “Because my people are from the mountains in northern Ouranis. Hooves are a useful thing to have when you’re scaling cliffsides.” “So you’re like a mountain goat?” Ezther frowned. “Your ears look more like a sheep’s. They’re not as floppy as a goat’s.” “Ezther,” Eisha snapped. “I don’t think Kadia appreciates being compared to a goat or a sheep.” Kadia shrugged. “I’ve been compared to worse farm animals.” Ezther tilted her head to the side curiously. “Like what?” No, Eisha was not going to let this conversation continue. “Ezther, so check on the baby.” Ezther rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “The baby is boring. All she does is sleep.” Eisha did not point out that just that morning, Ezther had been begging Eisha to let her keep the baby. “And I’m sure she would like some company while she does so.” Ezther sighed and stomped away, carrying herself like the weight of the world’s problems rested on her five year old shoulders. “I’m sorry,” Eisha told Kadia. “I don’t mind.” Kadia watched Ezther go with a smile. “I’d rather her ask questions than make assumptions. Assumptions are how you get witch hunters.”

WIP Ask Game

#ghost's original fiction #ghost's writing #an inconvenient union #an inconvenient prequel #someday I'm actually going to need to title this

[deergoddeargod]

Doodle of my girlypop geeta

#pokemon violet #pokemon #geeta pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #chairwoman geeta #top champion geeta #geeta #why does she have so many titles #like slay but its inconvenient to tag

[sad-rod3nt]

fan fiction writers, I really need help with something,,,

I wrote this fic a long time ago and I’ve just been reminded of its existence. I want to finish writing it, but I don’t like the oc I created for it or the tense it’s written in. Is this something worth changing? I'm ashamed to admit it’s a wattpad fic. Would it be insane to go all the way back and turn it into a reader, present tense?

#wattpad #fanfic #writing advice #ao3 #Red Dwarf #I will drop the title of the fic if anyone's interested #though I would like to fix it first #my concern is partly in old readers only looking at the updated chapters I feel like all the edits would be super inconvenient for them

[tarydarrington]

late to the party cause timezones are a bitch so i dunno if you've already done these but i am intrigued by shadowidoking* & thelyss stone or if you have done them, which one has somebody not asked about that you are frothing at the mouth to talk about?

i am even later getting to this thanks to canon(ish) domestic shadowgast deactivating my brain for a little bit

I did answer shadowidoking* here and thelyss stone here, soooo have a little bit of my favorite child Ill Met by Moonlight:

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They could probably use the series of ropes to reach the windowsill, and from there shimmy down the bricks of the wall to the top of the nearest bookcase and climb down the shelves. That would be the fastest way down, and the one the intruder would be least likely to check. It’s just Essek, though, and he doesn’t feel like breaking an ankle tonight, so…

“Take the stairs,” he grunts to Ilse. “He’s not looking, anyway. I’ll catch up in a minute.”

There’s not even a hint of skepticism in Ilse’s nod, and he shakes his head as she goes. The blind obedience is too familiar.

He could drag the elf in. Sure, he could. They outnumber him, they have the element of surprise, and this is their home field. It would be the easiest way to handle this mess.

Of course, he doesn’t have a single friend who would forgive him for it. That might mean he doesn’t have a single friend at all, really, but he doesn’t have the time to brood.

Between two fingers, Wulf stretches a length of copper wire.

“Hey,” he grunts. “Act natural. Look up.”

Eadwulf watches Essek freeze, then subtly cast a glance around the rafters. When at last he lands on the right spot, Wulf shoots him a gesture he hopes accurately conveys the proper depth of ‘what the fuck?’

Essek has the nerve to return a similar gesture, and Wulf feels the sudden urge to let Ilse have him. Instead, he grinds his teeth and hangs onto the spell.

“Not alone. Don’t hurt her.” He nods in Ilse’s direction and watches Essek’s gaze follow. “Follow my lead.”

The spell nearly dissipates after a moment of silence, but he grabs onto it at the last second. “This is a pain in my ass, I hope you know that.” And it goes. With a heavy sigh, Wulf slinks toward the stairs.

#this one is So close to done. i think there are only two or three little gaps to fill in #but unfortunately it also needs a very inconvenient amount of editing #eadwulf #essek #mn #wip title ask meme #asks #jaskofalltrades #thank you jaaask <3 #wip tag

[bomnun]

it’s so messed up that trainees give up years of their childhood working so hard to debut, and then nowadays companies give up after a year if they don’t achieve instant success? you should’ve never debuted groups in the first place then…

#I know these smaller agencies want to achieve stáyc 2.0 or loooona 2.0 but like that’s gonna take some work #even though staŷc were lucky and went viral with their first comeback the famous (and clearly better . lmao) producer was putting their a #game into the group and promoting them hard? #ryan jhun just gave them two title track promotions spread out over a year #the second did sell very poorly but considering the first did well clearly there was an audience ?? #and if companies want to achieve looona 2.0 besides the fact that I don’t think it possible that requires tiiime #and creativity #did bbc abandon group plans when vivid sold like 700 copies and 1/3 could only afford like two music show attendances? #no but hot issue disbanded after a year. they did seem to have resources #two lghtsm members were cut after 14 months #bgaboo debuted 13 months ago #do they really expect mega fandoms to appear within less than a year from nothing ?? #even billllie which had a viral moment didn’t build up a mega fandom yet and they even have sm entertainment connections #this was a vanity project for ryan jhun I guess and when it got slightly too inconvenient for him he abandoned them #the industry has sped up and the over saturation especially among girl groups is through the roof #i think the reason smaller bgs last slightly longer is bc companiesb don’t expect the instant vitality #*virality girl groups can get from them #so those super suspicious small companies might not risk debuting boys at all #and if they do they’re aware it’s a higher input project I guess…:/ #but that didn’t stop rain from abandoning ciiiipher just like that bc they were an inconvenience to him

[barkilphedros-hat]

Wooo! Fitzier Fall Exchange is up and ready 😍😍

Here’s my entry, These Kindling Bones if you fancy a gander

#alternative title: James Fitzjames and the Inconvenient Hand Kink #the terror #terror amc #the terror amc #Fitzier #James Fitzjames #francis crozier

[mauvecardigans]

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#new problem: losing track of fic ive read #ie which story beats i remember go to which plot goes to which title #i think ive read more fic in the last five months than ive read over the past five years #so there's all this stuff i wanna revisit but hell if i know where it is! #i say 'problem' #inconvenience more like #just a new experience is all