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'don't start explaining i'm sick of explaining'
this line makes me feel sick ugh
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Inktober 2023
Day 20 - Frost
Simon sits on a rose-coloured sofa and sinks to the springs. I stifle a laugh. His blue eyes meet mine, and it's good. For just a moment. It's unexpectedly good. He looks too handsome in my clothes. He looks to handsome in his own terrible clothes; he's bloody unbearable in mine.
Lady Salisbury is back soon enough with a tray. She still seems tearful. "I hope you like chocolate," she says, serving Simon a mountainous wedge of cake.
"Who doesn't like chocolate," he replies, earning another smile.
...
Whatever else, her cake is very good. Snow is inhaling his.
"So," Lady Salisbury says, sitting back in the sofa, "did Malcolm send you to talk to me? Is he frustrated with the Coven as well?"
"Oh," I say, "Well. No. My father—"
"We took this on ourselves," Simon cuts in. (If ever someone was emboldened by baked goods.)
Any Way the Wind Blows, Chapter 27, Rainbow Rowell.
I had an idea for this prompt but I came down with a nasty bug and was too sick to draw. But I love this scene and really wanted to finish it, even if I missed the day.
Simon starts out nervous but switches to his normal heroic self, made bold by a mountain of cake. And Baz is trying to hide some pretty sappy heart eyes behind his polite company manners. All of Lady Ruth's cakes sound delicious and this four-layer chocolate cake was fun to draw. Although too bad Simon hasn't taken off his smart jacket yet, so his wings were still hidden.
#inktober#inktober 2023#day twenty#frost#or frosting in this case#rainbow rowell#awtwb#baz pitch#simon snow#snowbaz#got this one finished#better late than never#will I catch up on the other two days i've missed?#probably not#I'm still coughing and tired#send healing thoughts my way
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY TWENTY — Magic
thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳
It’s a practice from ancestral times in the old country.
Hardly anybody’s foolish enough to try it anymore, what with medical technology being what it is these days. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and goddammit—Stay with me, Ian!—you’re fucking desperate.
The chant feels funny in your mouth. The ingredients you worked so hard to put together look like children’s toys. You’ve seen miracles happen before, but Christ, you need one right now.
You close your eyes. You take his clammy hand. You wait.
“Mickey?”
You exhale. You kiss him. You whisper thank you to the wind.
#magic you say?!#don’t mind if i do#✨⭐️🕯😇🤲🏻🌒🖤#a.u.gust 2023#day twenty#magic#shameless#shameless fanfiction#ian x mickey#bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼
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Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Twenty
"Danse Macabre"
Ao3
CrossOver/Fusion with The Graveyard Book.
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Danny looked from afar in awe at all the people, all the living, breathing people as they gathered in the city’s town square, all of them wearing bracelets made out of bright green flowers.
He didn’t approach just yet. He had never been around this many of the living, and he was nervous.
Vlad hadn’t wanted him to come, saying it was a frivolous waste of time that would put him in danger besides, but Clockwork had put his foot down and said that Danny would be attending, and that nothing bad would happen today. Then he had said some mean things about Vlad’s undead-ness and Danny had covered his ears and left.
Now here he was, well outside the cemetery he had only ever left once (with disastrous results), and not knowing how to proceed. Did he just… walk up to them? What could he say? They were beginning to dance… and there were the ghosts from the cemetery! Why hadn’t they called him, so he could come with them?
“Clockwork said I would come… not that I would join them; and Vlad won’t be mad or anything! He will support me!” The kid put his hands on his hips and nodded to himself with a satisfied smile, when a snort hitting his nape had him turn around.
It was a horse bigger than Danny had imagined them from his picture books black like a starless night, imposing, with ornate bridle, reins and saddle of the same colour, with a mesmerizing green hue. Danny knew it was his.
“Hi, buddy.” He said offering his small hand for sniffing, and his horse moved its head to let Danny place his hand on the only white spot it had: a skull-like mark in its forehead. “You are so cool.”
The horse neighed in what Danny would call agreement, and started skipping in place and gently pushing Danny, making the child giggle.
“I’m taking that as you wanting me to ride you!” With great effort and childish glee Danny managed to sit on the saddle, holding on tightly onto the horn, as he didn’t quite reach the reins without flat out lying down.
“Let’s go, buddy! Let’s go!”
The horse ran with confidence, making Danny jump from time to time but never risking him falling. It slowed as it reached the towns’ square, finally stopping when it had brought Danny right in the middle of all the living and the dead dancing with each other.
Danny jumped down and thanked it for the ride, short as it had been, and then was quite busy when he was swept away to dance with everyone, living or ghost, he was twirled and lifted and he laughed and laughed in joy.
In the distance, he saw Vlad and Clockwork sitting in a lonely café, Vlad with a parasol and a cup filled with a red liquid, and Clockwork with a steaming cup of what had to be tea, and in his human disguise. Danny waved at them, and they nodded in return.
He was quickly swept away again, though, and joined back in the dancing.
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hehehe... I did something...
#Danny Phantom#Danny Fenton#CrossOver#danny phantom crossover#The Graveyard Book#ghostly-scrypts#ectoberhaunt23#danse macabre#day twenty
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Day twenty.
#feferi daily#day twenty#feferi#feferi peixes#feferi fanart#homestuck#homestuck feferi#homestuck fanart#feferi peixes fanart#traditional art#traditional drawing#homestuck lusus
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Day Twenty - Waterfall (post-outbreak)
Word Count: 605
Warnings: Fluff in an outbreak?!
Notes: Despite how difficult it was for me to think of a waterfall and what to do with one, Joel showed up, had me watch his six and here we are. Joel said this is for his flannel wife @maggiemayhemnj because it's off the beaten path. 😎
Main Masterlist/ March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge
It is near a large lake where many patrols stopped to rest and refill their canteens. You and Joel were no exception. Today’s patrol was a bit off, not because of the sneezing. You’ve learned to act like he’s not doing that every once in a while, and hold in the impending giggle that would spring forth from your lips. Both of you are sitting in one of your comfortable silences back-to-back to keep watch with guns ready. Joel asks you a question, a non-patrol question. You didn’t answer at first trying to compute that yes, the man you’ve been patrolling with now for four months has mentioned something not related to routes or clickers.
“Did ya hear me? You alright?”
“No, I mean yes Joel I’m fine. Just shocked. We’ve never done small talk.”
Joel shifts his weight back and forth behind you, his back brushes against yours briefly as he leans forward. “Thought I shoulda asked sooner. I’m not good at just chewing the fat.”
“I appreciate you being direct. Some others are not and they fill every empty space with noise.” You scoff and Joel chuckles, he has an idea of which patrol members you might be referring to.
“We’ve got some daylight yet; I can take you to one if you’ve never seen one. Sometimes there might be a rainbow, no promises.” The experienced man stands and grunts, stretching his back before returning to full height.
“Sure. I don’t see why not. Lead the way.” Rising from your seat, you follow Joel on a path that leads to an unfamiliar lake. It’s near the usual route, but not on the map. It seems to be a place nearby the settlement that Joel’s able to go to when he wants to. It makes you wonder why he would keep it to himself until you see it.
The cascading foaming waters, roaring against the rocks as they make up jagged steps leading down to a crisp river often used to gather drinking water for the settlement. Its full height stretches up to where you need to crane your neck up to see the top of it. The pale blue blends into the rushing white of the water making it seem like the sky is pouring in one place.
Joel watches you as you gaze upon the waterfall. He was going to point out the rainbow created from the spray of the water but he doesn’t. The glint in your eyes is enough and he allows himself to open up a bit more to you.
You were going to thank him for bringing you here and point out that as your eyes worked their way back down, you saw a faint rainbow, but something even more beautiful - Joel Miller smiling.
The crease always prominent on his forehead was smoother as his face was relaxed, crinkles around his brown orbs added character to his features. His cheeks were slightly pink from the cold and it made his lips stand out even more from his patchy gray and brown beard. The only thing you could compare it to was when you saw him first sneeze two months ago and he gave you that flower you still have. This is something else you’ll carve into your mind. The most feared man in Jackson, beaming midday.
You both turned back to the waterfall wordlessly and place a hand on each other’s shoulders. Hands were too intimate and just continuing to stand felt too cold. Closer with the infamous Joel Miller is what you’d become and you were fine with that.
It was a damn good place to be.
#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#joel miller#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fanfiction#a Nerdie fic#day twenty#march spring prompts
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Dragon Elves Day 20: Books
Sorry for the delay, but I had something that needed to be finished as soon as possible!
#ink#art#sketch#illustration#oc#october#october prompt#prompt#original artwork#original character#day 20#day twenty#books
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Angstpril Day 20
Broken
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Sith Strike Back
“The Light is weak,” Vader replies, bluntly.
Ahsoka jerks back from him, even if she doesn’t clamor of his lap. “How can you say that?” she demands, “You know using the Force isn’t just about power!”
The weight of her in his lap is the only thing keeping him grounded. Literally. “That is all I am,” he snarls. Doesn’t mean to be angry but he can’t help it. It never stops anymore. Everything is too much and something broke inside of him a long time ago. “That is all I have ever been. Powerful. That is the only reason any of my masters need me. And I will be of no use to the galaxy if I am not. I will not be able to protect you or the clones if I am not.” And it’s not like he could let go of the Dark Side anyway, not when he’s so drowned in his guilt and loneliness that he knows he deserves to feel. Doesn’t deserve to feel the Light Side again.
“You were strong enough already as a Jedi. You don’t need the Dark Side,” Ahsoka argues, fiercely.
But it’s not like she knows. “You do not know. You did not see it,” he replies, bitterly, “I – I failed everyone. Everyone I cared for, even you. That will not happen again.”
Ahsoka slides off his lap and it stings unreasonably. “Theer’s always a different answer. I may not know what happened, but I know that. The Dark Side is never the answer. You’re the one who taught me that.”
“Anakin taught you that. when he was young and naive.”
“You are Anakin.”
“Not anymore.”
“Then who are you? Because you look like Anakin to me.”
Vader pushes himself to his feet. “Darth Vader. Lord of the Sith. Monster. Whatever term you would prefer.”
“Stop being dramatic.” She looks grumpy and petulant, the way she often did when she argue with him when she was his padawan. It’s kind of adorable, even in the face of this argument.
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#angstpril#angstpril 2024#angstpril day 20#angstpril day twenty#day twenty#day 20#darth vader#vader#ahsoka tano#ahsoka#vader and ahsoka#angst#family#broken
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This time. I am very late posting these. School has been beating me up in an alleyway recently. I hope these are a sufficient apology ❤️
(This might be a leo appreciation post, you'll never know 🫢🤫)
#leonardo hamato#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#inktober#rottmnt#inktober2022#im just doing inktober but making it rise yk?#turtle tot (singular)#day nineteen#day twenty#day 19#day 20#ponytail#bluff#imagine being a leo kinnie#couldn't be me
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Well .... I think I'm posting this a bit late but it doesn't matter.
For this day I wanted to make an existing game, I started searching and found "quest for bacon" and I remembered the clip of Edd dancing so here I am.
i don't know i think the Game art style is cute
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Whumptober 2022: Day 20 - It’s been a long day
Prompt: Fetal position
Summary: Knowing how it feels to lose someone during a mission, Tim does his best to comfort Kon and provide him with the support he needs.
Enjoy! :D
After knocking his knuckles against the wood Tim waits patiently on the porch for the door to be answered. He adjusts the straps of the backpack he’s currently carrying and looks out over the fields surrounding the small and cosy farmhouse.
Its such a contrast to the bustling city that is Gotham. Where there are high skyscrapers everywhere, here is just open fields. Where the streets are filled with non-stop traffic and people, here is the serenity of nature. Gotham is filled and surrounded by fumes and here it’s all fresh clean air.
The door opening gains Tim’s attention, he turns around and instantly smiles when he sees Ma Kent’s figure in the doorway. The elderly women smiles back before sending him a frown and places her hands on her hips.
“Tim dear, how many times do I have to tell you. You don’t have to knock!”
Tim shrugs sheepishly. “Old habits I guess,” he comments lightly.
Ma Kent rolls her eyes fondly before ushering him into the house. Once they’re in the kitchen Tim drops his bag down on one of the empty seats and turns to her. As much as he would love to exchange pleasantries and catch up with her, his mind is currently focused on something else, on the main reason why he’s at Kent Farm to begin with.
As the amazing woman as she is, Ma Kent seems to know exactly what Tim is thinking because her expressions soon softens, her smile fading as a sorrowful expression graces her features.
“Thank you for coming, dear. He didn’t want me to call you but as time is goes on Pa and I are growing more concerned each day, he hasn’t left his room, he’s not eating and he refuses to talk to us. I figured you’d be the only one who may get through to him.”
Tim lets out a sigh and feels his heart grow heavy as she describes the situation to him. It hurts him to know that Kon is suffering badly and how he wasn’t even aware of it until Ma rang him and asked him to come. Stepping towards her, he takes her frail hand in his and holds it gently.
“It’s me who should be thanking you. I had no idea until you called me, so thank you. I’m going to go and be with him.”
She sends him a rueful smile and pats his cheek before moving away. Leaving Ma in the kitchen Tim goes through the farmhouse and heads for Kon’s room. Tim has a feeling he knows what he’s walking into but knowing doesn’t make the reality any easier to deal with. Ma briefly explained to him over the phone what happened and what lead to Kon acting like this and unfortunately Tim knows the feeling all too well.
Stopping outside of Kon’s bedroom door, Tim pauses and takes a deep breath before knocking gently on the wood. Slowly pushing it open he calls out to his boyfriend. “Kon, hey, it’s me…”
He enters the room and immediately notices how dark it is. Despite it being two in the afternoon with the sun shining high in the sky, Kon has his black out curtains drawn across the window which effectively blocks out any light from coming in. The next thing he picks up on is the musty smell of the room, clearly it hasn’t been aired out or cleaned for several days. Lastly, and the most important thing, Tim notices is his boyfriend on his bed.
Tim steps towards the bed, observing how Kon is curled up tightly on the mattress, his covers are pulled over his body and head only leaving his hair visible. Considering how tall and muscular Kon is, he looks tiny on his single sized bed.
Moving around until he’s level with Kon’s head, Tim crouches down by the mattress and carefully leans against it. Keeping his voice soft as he talks Tim tries to engage with Kon.
“Hey Kon, it’s me. I’ve heard that you’ve had a rough few days, do you want to talk about it?”
Tim pauses waiting to see if Kon would answer him or not. When his boyfriend doesn’t even acknowledge him, which honestly he expected to happen, Tim reaches out and gently tugs the blanket covering Kon’s head.
“Kon, would you look at me?”
Again there’s no response. Tim sighs softly and bites his lips as he thinks about what to do. He’s not the greatest when it comes to emotional stuff, he often finds himself feeling and being awkward and unable to support the person who needs comforting. He’s just not good at emotions!
He sighs again but this time in frustration at himself, Kon is his boyfriend, he really should be able support him through this tough time. What makes it worse that Tim knows exactly what he’s feeling, having experienced the same emotions himself several times over, but his experiences aren’t helping him to be able to comfort his struggling boyfriend. What worked in comforting Tim may not work in comforting Kon.
Getting an idea on what he could do that may help Tim leaves Kon’s bedside in order to walk around to the other side of the bed, after taking off his shoes and jacket, Tim carefully climbs onto the mattress behind Kon’s curled form. Shuffling in close Tim places an arm over Kon and slides the other underneath the pillows and hugs his boyfriend from behind, he places a kiss on top of Kon’s hair that’s exposed and lies there patiently. Kon’s a tactile person, so Tim is thinking hopefully physical touch will help provide some sort of comfort for him.
Being this close to him, Tim now can tell that Kon’s curled up tight into a ball with his hands fisting the blankets over him. Tim can’t hear anything coming from Kon so he knows his boyfriend isn’t crying or sobbing, he’s just breathing lightly curled up and hiding away from the world.
“Ma told me what happened,” Tim starts in the end, breaking the silence surrounding them, talking openly may encourage Kon to open up to him, “I’m sorry about your friend.”
That finally gets him a mumbled response. Leaning in closer, resting his head against Kon’s Tim asks him to repeat it and Kon does so from within the depths of his blanket cocoon.
“I don’t want your pity.”
Tim instantly frowns. “I’m not pitying you Kon. I genuinely am sorry for your loss, I know what it’s like to lose civilian friends who got caught in the crossfire. I know what your going through and it isn’t nice. I’m here for you because I want to be here.”
For the first time Kon finally emerges from the blanket and Tim’s sees his face as he cranes his neck around so he could look at Tim. Kon sends him a dark glare. “Don’t. Don’t even bother. You have no idea what I’m feeling right now! Just fuck off, I don’t want to talk to you!”
After his outburst Kon immediately burrows back underneath his blanket leaving Tim in a state of feeling shocked, confused and hurt. For a brief moment Tim wants to be angry, he wants to shout back at Kon for the unnecessary words, but before he reacts he forces himself to take a breath and to calm down. Of course Kon is going to react strongly, he’s grieving, he’s hurt, upset and angry at himself and lashing out at Tim is just someone he can direct his anger at.
Refusing to budge from his position behind Kon, Tim shuffles even closer and adjusts his arms so he’s properly hugging Kon’s form as best he could where the blanket is in the way. From within the fabric Kon makes a noise and Tim gently shushes him.
“I’ll be here no matter what. Whether you want to talk about it, or whether you don’t want to. If you want to cry, scream, shout, swear, whatever, I’ll be here. I know what you’re feeling, I’ve been there.”
In his arms Kon begins to move, figuring that Kon isn’t trying to get away from him but instead turning in his hold Tim loosens his arms and allows him to move around as he pleases. Eventually Kon settles down again, this time he’s wrapped the blanket around Tim and has curled up into Tim's side with his head on Tim's chest. Tim’s hand quickly finds its way into Kon’s hair and he begins a soothing scratching motion across his scalp.
“How am I supposed to help protect the world if I can’t even save people living in a tiny ass town such as Smallville? How good of a hero am I then? My friend died because I wasn’t good enough to save them –”
Kon abruptly stops talking and sucks in a sharp breath. Tim continues his actions of stroking Kon’s hair with his fingers and hums, he can feel how tense Kon is right beside him.
“Why don’t you talk me through what happened?” Tim suggests gently. If Kon truly doesn’t want to talk about it, then Tim won’t force him however if he can get his boyfriend to open up about the events of what happened then together they can analyse what occurred and talk about why it’s not Kon’s fault. Losing someone is never easy no matter how many times it happens to you.
Not moving from his curled up position Kon takes a deep breath and begins to tell Tim what happened and the entire time Tim doesn’t ever let him go as he tries to be as supportive as possible.
#Whumptober 2022#day twenty#fetal position#foetal position#Tim Drake#Kon-El#timkon#hurt and comfort#established relationship#Tim being a good boyfriend#although he's not the greatest when dealing with emotions#he's trying#emotions#Ma Kent#fanfiction
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Happy Inktober Goatober!
@foolofabookwyrm-activated made the perfect prompt list for 2022.
Day 20 - Warrior
The Bear: I've made a huge mistake.
Day 19 - Punk : Link
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DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty
"Nasty Burger"
Ao3
Summary: SuperPhantom. At last, Valerie bids the boys farewell.
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Valerie took off her cap and put her nametag in her pocket.
“Cover me.” She told her coworker, Carrie, and left her behind the register. She didn’t ask her, because Carrie owed her one, and this wasn’t up to discussion.
She exited through the back and rounded to the front, where a well-maintained Chevy Impala was slowing down and parking carelessly. Sam and Dean climbed out of the car whilst Cas simply appeared out of it.
“So…” Dean started, but didn’t continue.
They were awkward like that, Valerie had gotten to know in the short time they had been in Amity; they could talk her through how to hunt a werewolf step by step and with gory details, but stumbled and stuttered the moment they had to express anything close to feelings.
“I guess this is goodbye.” She said, with a hand on her hip and the other one grabbing the seam of her jeans with two fingers in a nervous tic.
“Guess it is.” Dean said, shrugging a little with his hands in his jacket’s pockets.
She wasn’t the only one emotional, at least.
“This town’s gonna be pretty protected, now, even with ghosts as strong as these. And we’ll be ready, too, if we ever face an ecto-entity out there.” Sam smiled more openly, and Val couldn’t help but smile back.
Yeah, they had taught her a lot, but so had she; now they knew everything she did about ghosts, the world was a safer place for humanity.
“‘sides, with the hunting life the way it is, I won’t be surprised if we meet again.”
“There is nothing set in stone anymore, the future is unpredictable.” Castiel said and by now Valerie could actually read the intent behind his words.
“Yeah.” She smiled at the dork.
They all stayed silent for a moment an awkward, dumb moment that Valerie was more than willing to break by pulling the brothers in for a hug that she knew Castiel would join in, awkwardly shuffling in until he had his arms wrapped around them three.
“I’ll miss you guys.” She said, muffled by flanne.
“Don’t worry, kid.”
“You got this.”
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So! I had a cute, funny SuperPhantom crossover where I did several references to John Mulaney’s “Streets smarts!” bit and had a great time! But then shit hit the fan and Mulaney said “this transphobe is my bestie!” and is now going “oooh, woke is annoying, boo-hoo!” SO, the cute crossover I enjoyed writing now has a bitter taste in my mind, and now the lil plans I had thought about for it have been scratched. This is the last I write about this ‘verse, because without the jokes is not the same, and it was supposed to bring me joy.
Thanks, John fucking Mulaney, for showing your true colours.
Remember when we thought there was a stand-up comedian who was not an intolerant asshole and we could lower our guard a bit? Yeah, me too.
#Danny Phantom#Supernatural#SuperPhantom#Valerie Gray#Team Free Will#Sam Winchester#Dean Winchester#Castiel#DannyMay 2023#DannyMay2023#dannymay#day twenty#Nasty Burger
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day twenty:bonus from the author
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Adabelle the Frog!
[image id: eight inch adabelle the frog squishmallow! adabelle is a bright pink strawberry frog. she has a pale pink belly and matching seeds scattered across her body. she has round, black eyes, small nostrils, a small smile and hot pink blush. she also has three green leaves sprouting from the top of her head. end id]
todays squish is: ADABELLE THE STRAWBERRY FROG!!!
squishdate: july thirteenth, 2021!
#7.13.21#day twenty#frog squishmallow#strawberry frog squishmallow#fruit squishmallow#strawberry squishmallow#<???#adabelle the frog#pink#this guy is new :] AND I LOVE HER SOOOO MUCH look at her!!!#strawberry poison dart frogs are my fav frogs. normal strawberry frogs are close enough <3
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