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critrolesideblog · 1 year

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Essek sat on the floor in the center of the Nein-Sided Tower laboratory. Papers crammed with arcane equations were spread about him in a semicircle, and the slate wall before him contained diagrams and notes copied from the fragile pages of a mostly-destroyed Aeorian spellbook.

"Oh, boy." Caleb had appeared in the doorway, returned from his quest of retrieving possible spell components from his bedroom. He was grinning with the sort of delight most typically seen on the faces of children who'd just received a gift. "Are we shifting into floor mode?"

"It seemed appropriate." Essek grinned back at him as he set the satchel of components down on a nearby table and waved his hands back and forth through the air excitedly. It was a habit Essek found endearing in the extreme. His enjoyment in puzzling over Caleb's subtler body language not-withstanding, his hand-waving was like a brightly-painted sign that said HAPPY and EXCITED.

He turned his focus back to the challenge in front of him as Caleb began carefully tip-toeing his way around the papers. The spell in question sent its target into a maze in a demiplane. Essek supposed it could have practical uses under the correct circumstances, but really it excited them simply because it was, well, fun. The demiplane foundations had been a wonderfully engaging brain teaser to solve, but the randomization of the maze was proving to be a much more complex bit of arcana. And complex arcana simply made more sense on the floor.

He was certain the fragment on the upper right corner of page twelve of the spellbook held the key to the puzzle. He copied it neatly onto a fresh piece of paper and considered it. It took some time before he noticed Caleb was watching him in his periphery rather than examining the equations on the ground, a soft smile on his face.

"What?"

"This thing you do when you're thinking hard," Caleb replied after a moment, tapping his fingers on his chin in demonstration. Essek's own fingers stuttered to a halt. He had long ago trained his hands to find other, less-obtrusive outlets for their energy when not in the comfort of his own home, but this time he had not caught himself. Before he could apologize, however, Caleb continued. "It … It's cute." There was a hint of bashfulness to the way he turned his head back towards the papers on the ground that, combined with the lingering boyish excitement, made him look as young as he was.

"Cute?" Asked Essek, once his senses returned to him. "I do not think I have been called cute in a hundred years, if that."

"I find that hard to believe. We were calling you 'hot boi' within an hour of meeting you."

"Well, 'hot,' certainly. Handsome. Sexy, perhaps." This earned him a grin from Caleb, and he tapped his fingers against his chin as he thought it over. "Hmm, not cute, though, no. At least, not to my face."

"I will have to add being the first to do so to my list of accomplishments."

Both grinning, they turned their focus back to the puzzle at hand. They settled into a comfortable silence broken only by the tapping of fingers and the scratching of quill against paper, until a solution struck Essek like a lightning bolt.

"We need to apply Petjyre's Possibility Theorem!"

Caleb was already in motion reaching for the nearest piece of chalk. "Ja, ja, and we can apply Wysaric's rune to stabilize the containment field."

And off they went.

#might I interest you in a little neurodivergent-nerds-in-love fluff this morning?#WIP wednesday in that I wrote this instead of working on my WIP #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #my writing tag #I hope the wizardly jargon at the end is sufficiently ridiculous 😌

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chatonlaveur · 7 months

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WIP preview for the Hyrule-centric LU fan comic I've been working on in my free time 👀

I really want to work on this, but also I am very busy rn, so we'll see when I actually get it finished :,) But like since this is theoretically in part an art blog I thought I should probably post some art even if it is just a WIP like this.

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thegingerwrites · 5 months

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A little sleepy warmup ficlet 😴 inspired by this adorable post

Obi-Wan stirs only briefly at the sound of the door sliding open. He has been trying to sleep for hours and has only just fallen into a sort of halfway state between wakefulness and sleep. His thoughts began to circle themselves and then slow as the only indication that his mind might finally have taken the hint his body was trying to send.

He shifts a little in bed at the sound of Anakin toeing his boots off and stripping away some of his layers. A wave of something calm washes over him in the Force, clumsy enough to almost make him yawn. What soothes him more is knowing that Anakin is back again, safe and sound and ready for bed.

The mattress dips with the weight of Anakin’s hand and Obi-Wan instinctively lifts his arm to make room. Anakin climbs into bed and folds himself against Obi-Wan’s chest.

“Sorry to wake you,” he murmurs into Obi-Wan’s chest.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes blearily to blink down at the top of Anakin’s head.

“Nonsense, darling,” he says, pressing a kiss to his curls. “Go to sleep.”

The Force suggestion Obi-Wan sends is lighter, more skillful. He hears Anakin sigh and clutch his waist a little tighter.

In the dark, Obi-Wan smiles to himself and finds it a little easier to go to sleep.

#obikin #aniobi #obi wan x anakin #anakin x obi wan #obi wan/anakin #my fic #i didn't get a chance to do much more writing after this but i might try doing more of these #i've never tried doing writing warm ups but it's been taking me a little while to get in the zone while working on some wips lately #and i wonder if doing a quick warm up might help

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allatariel · 1 month

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Margo opened the file and closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before flipping up through the pages as she had earlier that day. The post-it. She had almost convinced herself it had been a dream, a sudden madness, but there it was just as she remembered it and her heart once again skipped a beat. Sergei’s handwritten equation called to her comfortingly like an old friend.

Careful not to bend or curl it too much, she lifted it from the page and held the equation between her fingers, feeling the grooves of the figures made by the pressure of his hand through the pen. She recalled the gentle yet urgent pressure of those same hands on her face, her neck, her body, and a heated flush climbed out of her memory and up over her chest and neck. Shocked by the intensity of the feeling ten years on and after everything that had passed between, she started, her back straightening as she willed herself back into the moment and to the task at hand.

Replacing the post-it on the page, Margo set about solving for Sergei’s message.

It wasn’t long before she had a time and a location… This is a secret place for you?

Frank’s was adjacent to 11:59, she’d had many a hurried meal there before or after a set over her years with the house band. At least until the club closed up well over a decade prior in the years following the Apollo-Soyuz broadcast. Soyuz-Apollo…

Did he truly want to unearth their meager past? Surely he must have moved on by now?

She had forgiven him years ago. Mourned what might have been. God knew he must have done the same, believing along with everyone that she had died with her colleagues. Wildly she wondered if he had shared a memorial borscht with his family in their honor, in hers? She’d eaten a lot of borscht that first fall in Moscow, learning the true meaning of cold before winter had even officially started. Her nightly memorials did little to warm the chill of grief. She shifted in her chair and swallowed down the old guilt that rose like bile in her throat at thoughts of the bombing.

She had to get up, had to move, shift her weight, her perspective.

#margo madison #sergei nikulov #margo x sergei #sergei x margo #for all mankind #fam #i made this #my writing #wip #work in progress #wip wednesday #ok this is not finished but i like where it's going #this is a companion to the little piece i wrote from sergei's perspective #ok ok that one probably isn't finished yet either—might be the same story i'm not sure yet #i have so many ideas i can't focus on one long enough to make much progress <sigh /> my age old problem

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aflamboyanceofflamingos · 21 days

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So I've been dealing with a really bad fever for the last few days, and apparently i had written something i have no recollection of writing so here it is:

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Tim had dug himself into a hole.

To anyone that knew him, that fact wouldn't be too surprising. Tim had always been a very capable individual, but every now and then he became too in love with how capable he was and he would trip over his own ego. Usually the boy could get out of the messes he created, the sudden humbling giving him a clear head, but this time, he didn't think he could climb his way out on his own.

The first shovel of dirt of this metaphorical hole came over 4 years ago, lining up with the first shovel of dirt of a literal hole.

Jason Todd had died. Robin had died.

Batman was in shambles.

And 13 year old Tim Drake thought that because of the knowledge he had, it was his responsibility to fix him.

Batman needed a Robin, and despite what Nightwing had implied, Tim was nowhere near cool enough to be Robin.

So what would make Batman get his own sidekick? If his enemies had one! Batman would be forced to find someone else to deal with the sidekick while he dealt with the actual Rouge.

The Joker was obviously out. Beyond the fact that the Joker was horrible, Tim may be joining up with a villain but that didn’t mean he wanted Batman to hate him.

That meant he needed to find someone Batman didn’t enact a lot of violence on. That got rid of the Scarecrow and the various crime bosses (Black Mask, the Penguin, etc.). Bruce had been close to Harvey Dent, but a 50% chance of death was a percentage that was just a little too high for Tim (oh how that would change). Most of the lower tier Rouges (Kite Man, Mad Hatter, etc.) had gone under after the got wind of Batman's fury, not to mention that Tim really didn't want to spend his days smelling like ketchup. Poison Ivy and Killer Croc were cool, but their skills weren't exactly ones Tim could replicate.

That left Mr. Freeze, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and the Riddler.

The Mr. Freeze was more gentle with kids, their “villiainly” being based on the actions of adults, and the latter three were in it for their own interests rather than the purpose of killing or invoking fear, Catowman wanted shiny things, Harley wanted chaos and fun, and while the Riddler didn't share the same soft spot for kids, he respected intelligence.

Tim chose Catwoman; the least lethal, and the closest with Batman. The skills she could teach him would also be more helpful in other situations.

It took about a week from the day he knocked on Selina Kyle's door to convince her to train him, but soon enough, a couple days before his 14th birthday and a few more calls to 911 about petty thieves left in the wake of Batman’s grief then Tim would have liked, “Stray” entered the scene.

And his plan was working!

The first time Batman had seen the second pair of cat ears he had paused mid ass-kicking of a carjacker and followed the duo, leaving the guy with more teeth then the others.

Slowly but surely, as time went on, the punishments the Batman inflicted started to fit the crime. By the time Tim was 15, he even thought he had seen a small upturn at the corner of Bruce’s mouth as he witnessed a bit of friendly banter between the two cats!

This was when the young villain had started to become a tad bit overconfident. In his defense, he had managed to keep his identity hidden from even Oracle! Lifts in his shoes, a voice modulator, make-up to disguise his facial features, along with a set of the same goggles Catwoman had kept and physical information from being revealed, and Tim Drake never interacted with Selina Kyle so there was no reason that anyone should have suspected him.

That overconfidence is what led him to replicate his plan. If one Rouge sidekick had benefits, then two Rouge sidekicks would mean double the benefits!

Solving riddles wasn’t too hard for the young boy, being able to see double meaning and red herrings was a skill taught to him by Janet Drake, and he took to the escape-room-esque plans for his heists quite easily. The thing he couldn’t figure out was creating riddles of his own. Mother had taught him that knowledge was power, you only reveal it if there was something to be gained, so purposely revealing information about his intention, helping his opponent was not something Tim was accustomed to, not bound to the compulsion to always tell the truth.

If the boy truly wanted to replicate the Riddler, then he would have to learn from the man himself.

Convincing the enigmatic man to teach Tim was easier than it had been with Catowman, the impressive display of bypassing the puzzles that hid the location of the game-playing criminal certainly helping.

Now, 15 years old with an unexplained skill boost in his AP Lang class (the lessons on wordplay were a definite help), The Riddler’s protege, ‘The Puzzler’ became the newest addition to the Gotham Rogues. He resented that name by the way. It was supposed to be Sibyl or Sphinx, they were on theme because they spoke in riddles and though he would deny it, the use of greek figures were his own little way of mocking Oracle, who still couldn’t figure out his identity. But apparently Poison Ivy and the Riddler had brunch once a month (something about being the green Rouges?) and she had heard the Riddler refer to him as “the little puzzle piece” when he was talking about his apprentice and the puzzle theme stuck despite how uncreative the name was.

This is when things became a bit hectic. Not only did Tim have to hide his nightlife from Batman and his parents, now he had to keep his two mentors from realizing that their mentees were the same person.

He managed to convince Selina that the reason he was so busy lately was the AP classes that came with sophomore year, and while it wasn’t a lie, it certainly wasn’t the full story.

Nygma was easier to deceive. Tim had refrained from sharing his actual identity with the man (just because he would tell the truth in his puzzles for the sake of theme didn’t mean that he would be sharing personal information if it wasn’t needed. The only reason he hadn't hid it from Selina was to gain her trust, something that wasn’t needed with the Riddler) so just saying that he was busy was enough.

All the effort was worth it though. Things kept getting better.

Nightwing was seen in Gotham more often, and Spoiler (someone who Tim initially thought was trying to steal his thing by being a sidekick of the Cluemaster, only to realize she was working against him) had been seen fighting alongside the Batman one or twice.

On an unrelated note, Stephiane Brown suddenly had her tuition for Gotham Academy paid for in full by the newly created Jason Todd Foundation.

Since things were going so well, he decided to push his luck a little further.

Unfortunately for Tim, he would soon realize the reason he was known for his bad luck in the future.

It started off like other times. Tim convinced Harley Quinn to take him under her wing, and “Ace” made their debut along with Tim’s 5 in AP Psych (Thank you Dr. Quinzel).

Steph and Tim happened to share a few classes together, and went from study buddies (Tim helping her in Chem, and Steph helping him in American History) to close friends.

Spoiler officially joined the Bats, and there were rumors of another bat joining the clan as well. Well there were no actual rumors, but the newest Wayne kid, Cassandra, had started joining him and Steph at their lunch table so her becoming a new bat wouldn’t be too surprising.

Soon enough though, things went to shit.

To start off, the first time Spoiler met Ace, she threw a brick at his head.

Second, His parents had caught him sneaking out and had grounded him, meaning that he now had to wait until they did their last check on his room at 12:00 to sneak out.

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up to the highschooler. Handling 3 separate nightlife identities was hard enough, but doing so while exhausted was even harder.

After pulling an all nighter to study for a test the night before, he had gone to Selina’s apartment dressed as Ace, and had both costumes not been mostly black he would have been undoubtedly caught before he managed to fix his mistake.

Puzzler once spent a whole night sounding like Stray, and he didn’t think that his “sore throat” lie was all that believable.

Tim accidentally made a cat pun instead of a bat one when engaging in vaguely flirty banter with Spoiler as Ace and Harley had set him down to have the talk, stating that she would love him no matter who he liked and she would be happy to serve as a wingman for him and Catwoman’s protege. It would be funny if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Third, Cassandra Wayne definitely knew something.

Tim’s “rumors” were right. 2 weeks after Cass had first joined their table Black Bat made herself known. By pinning Puzzler to the ground.

The next day Cass spent the entire lunch period staring at Tim. When he attempted to throw her off by invoking a mix of Stray and Ace’s mannerisms she stopped staring, instead choosing to freak Tim out more by smiling knowingly. At his wide eyes she mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key only throwing Tim off further. Cass was too smart to not have known, but there was no reason she wouldn’t tell if she did know, right?

Last, but not least, and the worst of all:

Jason Todd was alive.

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I have no clue where i was going with that last line, but i see a vision, so I'm hoping it will come back to me, but if not, any suggestions or constructive criticism (or a better puzzle themed name for tim) would be helpful

#If there are grammar issues i blame the fever #also i am now more concerned about my dc obsession #Cause beyond the fact that i apparently wrote this #i also kept hallucanituion Diana Prince (voiced by Grey Griffin) working through the problems on my AP CSA Exam #I might be in a little too deep #tim drake #batfam #dc #selina kyle #the riddler #catwoman #edward nygma #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #fanfic #wip

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wikiangela · 6 months

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last line tag

tagged by @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz 💖💖

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It’s a good few weeks, and it feels like everyone’s back on track, settling into their lives again, figuring everything out one day at a time. Buck’s happy. He has his awesome girlfriend, his best friend seems finally more at ease, even if the divorce is adding some stress, and his other best friend is happier than ever with his mom around. Everything’s finally starting to go great.

And then it all gets disrupted again.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns

#the alive shannon fic #last line tag #buddie wip #buddie fic #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #clearly struggling to segue into the bombing lmao #my wips #skipped wip wednesday so have a lil line haha #thought id have the bombing written already but need to start getting ready for work so i guess writing's done for today lmao #i might be a little absent from the writing games in the next few weeks bc im just so exhausted lately lol #this scene I'm writing is so disjointed and out of order rn and i hate it i need to find more time to write it properly haha #but pls keep tagging me i love reading y'alls wonderful snippets!!#also what do we think shannon's job could be bc im trying to figure it out and have no clue lol #(also i have to actively remind myself of ali's existence and i can't wait until the break up so i don't have to anymore lmao)

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valla · 9 months

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experiment

#edelgard #doodles #my art lmao #fe3h #and by that i meant that i experimented a little w this but it works as a caption 👍#this is a wip w the three lords + rhea but i'm taking too much damn time on el and i like how she looks like this but yeah skdkdjjfjf #fe16 #if this looks bad to me tomorrow i might... delete

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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White Hank and Skittles with a Tsundere Reader

I think I remember this not being a request either, just something I wrote when I had time! I just really love the tsundere trope, It's so much fun to me! What it says in the title! Again, these are over a year old so the formatting is different!

White Hank

She won't be particularly surprised by your behaviour at first: She’s a deadly mercenary, renowned for killing people, so naturally, you’d react negatively to her. However, that sort of heartbreak won’t last very long as she’ll find out soon enough regarding why you’re being rather harsh towards her. Once she hears from someone that you may or may not have a huge crush on her, she’ll have the time of her life.

While she won’t take it too far, get ready for some friendly teasing on her behalf. Her hand brushing against yours, maybe she’ll even take your face into her hands. Of course, her favourite move would be to find out whether or not a fever might be the cause of your reddened face by placing her forehead against yours, all the while smirking. She’s merciless, and she really wants to see you stutter and fail to make coherent sentences. And, just maybe, get you to blurt out a confession.

Once you’re together and you’re being especially “mean” towards her again, she’ll simply give you a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which is usually enough to make your mind shut down. Afterwards, she’ll give you a chuckle as she watches you try to comprehend what happened. And if you’re the sort to hide behind your hands, she will make a comment about how adorable you are.

For as much as she likes to fluster you, it’s those soft moments where you don’t deny her that she treasures. The ones, where she simply holds you and you rest against her chest. No silly and empty insults, just peace and quiet. If you fall asleep against her, she will stroke your back and give you the softest of smiles, all the while imagining your future together.

Skittles

Skittles knows that Nevada is a harsh place to live in that breeds cautious and violent people, but that won’t stop him in the slightest from showing you kindness and giving you a big ol smile. No matter how grumpy you may be, this ball of sunshine will try to cheer you up and make you happy, regardless of what it’s going to take. Therefore, expect him to spend a lot of time around you. He’s lived the majority of his life around grumpy and mean people, so he doesn’t shy away from them in the slightest.

His love language is just about anything wholesome in existence, so be prepared for gifts, compliments, hugs and so on and so forth. The meaner you get, the more worried he’ll become if he did something wrong, even if it couldn’t be further from the truth. But once he sees you deny his affection for you with the biggest blush and smile known to gruntkind he’ll slowly piece everything together. He’ll fluster you, yes, but it won’t be on purpose, he’s just a very affectionate guy by nature.

Eventually, you’ll think you’ll have gotten used to his ways, but no, he will always find new ways to surprise you. His favourite is to bring you a flower and place it in the folds of your clothes so that you look like a clown. As plant life has become sparse in Nevada, it means he’ll likely have gone through hell and back just to find one for you. If he could, he would make you a little flower crown, but alas. Still, he has hope that one day he will. But until then, he will shower you in hugs and do everything he can to show how much he loves you.

When you finally do give in and give him his much needed affection, he will literally beam brighter than the sun in our world. He knows that it means a lot to you to open up to him and be sincere like that, that’s why you might just see him vibrate in joy ever so slightly.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #white hank #white hank x reader #skittles #skittles x reader #Yes I love the fanon characters a whole lot as well I would kill and die for White Hank and Skittles #They're two lovely little goofsters who deserve the world and so so much more #Skittles makes for a lovely friend while White Hank makes for the best. stupidest. most violent wife in existence #I wanna smooch them both so so bad #I just remembered that I have a bunch of MadCom wips I never finished so I might work on those soon enough!#but they're fics but I will try to cook up some new HCs as well!#it's Friday which means tomorrow I'm gonna play Madness Project Nexus again! I am so excited! I remember really liking the game!#I just wanna soak up all the lore again while I have the time!#but I will watch Madness Combat again tonight since I really want to!

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