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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Day nineteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

. . . huh, Tim thinks as he watches Kon rub his thumb over the goat's soft and fluffy fur, suddenly reminded of the cashmere. Okay, maybe his hypothesis about Kon's possible appreciation for nice textures is actually a thing, then. Noted and taken into evidence.

“It's . . . cute,” Kon says, ducking his head a little and still slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth across the goat's fur as he looks down at it again, his face still all red. Tim makes a mental note about maximizing the amount of nice textures in Kon's life. He is gonna buy him sheets with a very high thread count, just to start. “Um–thanks, man.”

“You're welcome,” Tim says as he has the incredibly weird thought that Kon has probably never actually owned an actual toy before. Like, maybe video games and things like that? He’s pretty sure he's heard Kon mention a few video games he likes before, now that he's thinking about it, but in retrospect he doesn't know if he even owns a console of his own or just played them with someone else at some point or . . . who knows, really?

Like, Tim didn't decide to buy him a toy because of that, obviously, he really was just thinking of the idea as a cute little hopefully-the-right-kind-of-flirty reminder of how they “met”, but . . .

It's a weird thought, is all.

. . . also, additional mental note, he should make sure to buy Kon a console if he doesn't already have one. And maybe a handheld system too, and obviously whatever games he wants for both. Maybe a couple spare controllers in case he wants to have anyone over, Tim has no idea, but better safe than sorry.

“Let’s pay,” he says, redistributing the shopping bags between both hands again and then nodding towards the register. “Do you like video games?”

“Sure,” Kon says, glancing sidelong at him again as they head for the counter. He’s doing that a lot, it feels like, though Tim isn’t sure why yet. Just intel to absorb, for right now. “Who doesn’t like video games?”

“Do you have any?” Tim asks, and Kon looks–embarrassed, almost? Weirdly?

“I can’t exactly have you over to play, man. No offense, it’s like a security clearance thing with the lab,” he says, which is not where Tim was going with that at all and is sort of . . . flustering, actually. Like, to hear, he means. He’s trying to buy things for Kon, not invite himself over to, like . . . pester him for attention or whatever.

“Yeah, you'd be kind of hard to explain to my dad,” he agrees, putting on a wry expression. Kon's mouth tightens for a second, for some reason, and then he smiles awkwardly in his direction, not quite meeting his eyes. Tim represses a frown, wondering what that’s about.

“Usually am, yeah,” Kon says.

“Well, once we get you a place of your own, that’ll solve that problem,” Tim says reasonably as they wait in line together, though obviously he doesn’t really expect Kon to have him over or–

“You’d actually wanna come over if I had my own place?” Kon asks hesitantly. “Like–to hang out or whatever?”

. . . Tim wonders who exactly ground all of Kon’s usually-boundless confidence into the dirt, because he’d just like to have a word with them. Or shove a doomsday weapon up their ass; whichever’s more convenient at the time. Considering how Kon usually acts, Tim doesn’t even want to think about how shitty someone had to be to get a reaction like that out of him.

“I would,” he says. “We could order in and play something, maybe.”

“I don’t actually have a console or anything. Shit, I don’t even have a TV,” Kon admits. “Which is not a request, for the record, just a statement.”

“Okay,” Tim says, which as a response is something he’s just gonna let Kon interpret however he likes. He could just have a TV and console delivered to Cadmus for him, probably. Although he doesn’t actually know how big Kon’s room is, so in retrospect maybe that’ll be something to buy once they get to the stage where Kon’s picking out furniture for his new apartment/house/cul-de-sac. Easier to size and scale correctly that way, Tim figures.

God, how big is Kon’s room? Is it just a room? Like a dorm or something? Is it at least actual normal bedroom-sized?

. . . he really, really hopes it’s not a barracks situation.

“I mean it,” Kon says as Tim pays for the goat and they leave the store. “Like, this was really cool of you, but you’ve definitely done enough. I didn’t do anything that special, you know?”

“I feel like I’m the one who gets to value your effort in saving my life,” Tim says. “Like, monetarily and all. As a whole fiscal thing.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal, though,” Kon insists. “Like, I didn’t risk my neck or anything. It wasn't even hard.”

“You put in the time to learn how to do that with your TTK to begin with, even from halfway across the gallery floor,” Tim says. “Just because it was easy to do then doesn’t mean it was easy to learn to begin with. I think it’s really impressive that you even figured out you could do that to begin with.”

“I mean–well, yeah, I guess,” Kon says, ducking his head as his face flushes again. “I just . . . like, it took a while to figure out how to do it right, definitely. So I wouldn’t say impressive.”

“If you’re trying to be modest, maybe don’t lead with ‘I worked really hard on improving myself and it worked really well’,” Tim says, flashing him a wry little smile. Kon turns even redder, then grins sheepishly at him.

“Look, TTK is badass, but it’s way less impressive than punching a giant asteroid into gravel,” he says. “Or superspeeding through all the bad guys in a microsecond.”

“Why?” Tim asks, tilting his head. “Lots of people can punch an asteroid in half. You could break it down into its component parts and also make sure none of said parts escaped into the atmosphere or crashed any satellites. And you don’t need superspeed when you can keep the bad guys from even moving to begin with, right?”

“Huh?” Kon says, looking–startled, a little. Tim’s been doing his research, but also just thinking–plus he's pretty sure that talking up TTK as a power is just about the best possible way to get Kon to be into Tim Drake for as long as possible, so . . .

“I’m just saying, you seem really versatile. Like, you’re obviously not just a bruiser,” he says reasonably, though the more time he's spent trying to think about TTK lately, the more aware he's become that Kon tries very hard to be one whenever possible. Like–much more often than he actually should, in fact. “Your powers are really flexible, from what I’ve noticed. You can be a scalpel and a hammer. Possibly simultaneously, depending on your multitasking skills, I don’t really know how that works.”

“Oh,” Kon says, the startled expression turning flustered even as he grins a little helplessly and ducks his head, twisting the handles of the shopping bag the clerk put the goat in around his fingers. “Uh, I mean, it depends, but . . . kinda, I guess.”

Okay, well–he looks a little less boisterous and smug than Tim would've expected him to get over direct compliments to his TTK, honestly, but he does still seem flattered. Tim had just been prepared for annoying bragging and overblown pride as a reaction, not that helpless little grin Kon's currently trying to hide. So that's . . . weird, yeah. Huh.

“Well, I think it's impressive,” he informs him with an easy shrug, and watches maybe a little bit too curiously as Kon's grin widens and he ducks his head lower. He looks so–not proud or arrogant, still, but pleased.

It's definitely weird.

Tim can't pretend there isn't an equally weird part of him that thinks it's cute, though. It's a little strange being the one hyping up the exact same superpower Kon's usually incapable of shutting up about while he tries to downplay it, but he guesses it's not that different from being the one carrying most of the bags right now. Just a little bit of a temporary role reversal while Kon's wearing a soft cashmere sweater instead of his usual heavy leather jacket and Tim's not wearing a mask.

Well–at least not a domino, anyway. It gets a little more complicated going with the metaphorical definition, obviously.

“I'm still buying you lunch whatever you say,” he says. “And a bigger wardrobe. You can't always show up in your superhero gear, somebody's gonna notice you eventually.”

“Geez, man, how many times are you planning to see me in civvies?” Kon says, and if his accompanying laugh didn't sound a little forced, Tim would assume Kon was saying he was going to be bored of him before that was a concern. That laugh makes it sound more like Kon thinks it’s likelier that Tim is going to get bored of him, though.

No, Tim is pretty sure that's wishful thinking on his part. It's too tempting to attribute evidence like that to mean something he'd like it to mean, is all.

“I don't know,” he says, giving Kon a smile. “How many times are you planning to let me?”

Kon stares at him for a moment, turns red, and then laughs self-consciously and looks away.

His flirting standards are still extremely low, yeah. Thank god, because Tim absolutely sucks at this.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

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vytels · 7 months

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I have an abundance of Star Wars AUs to write about lol

Like, I wanna write my codywan dinluke time travel au, but then I get distracted by the plethora of others and I get stuck in a loop 😭

And then, you know, life’s hits you and steals all your time and motivation

But hey! I’ve been writing a bit more this week, trying to my version of NaNoWriMo because of it. I’m doing pretty well too!! Hopefully I’ll get motivation to finish Parallels, cause I really want to, im just very stuck on connecting all its scenes and shit for the next chapter hahaha 😂

#star wars #clone wars #commander cody #codywan #luke skywalker #clone commander cody #dinluke #obi wan kenobi #the mandalorian #din djarin #fanfiction

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blacktobackmesa · 7 months

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Circus Peanuts - a Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware Minific

It's the middle of the night, and one eldritch horror calls another to talk about that clown cartoon. Canon to the Streamman fanfiction continuity, but exists on its own.

Written as part of my personal NaNoWriMo challenge to work on fiction for an hour a day.

“You’d tell me if I was like Caine, right?”

“...whu?”

“I–I know it’s late,” The caller stammered. “Sorry. I saw you were up from your Discord… thingy. The… fuck, I don’t know works. Words. The green dot.”

“Status. The status thingy..”

“Yeah, you can tell I just woke up, huh? It’s nothing. Sorry–”

“No, no, don’t hang up,” the recipient cut in. “Commit to your bit. You wanted to ask about Cane’s.”

That made him laugh. Victory. “No, not Cane’s. Caine. The ringmaster guy.”

The recipient’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then raised to the brim of his bonnet. “Talking about the clown show?”

“Yeah, way to not make me feel goofy about it.”

“Fuck. No, that’s– didn’t mean to sound like that. That’s a real question. You mean the teeth from the clown puppet show.”

“Yeah, that. That’s the… wait, puppet?”

“Cartoons are picture puppets, y’know?.”

“We can unpack that later,” the caller decided.

“Was it a dream or just night thoughts? Or something else?”

“Dream.”

The recipient crossed one leg over the other and curled his finger around an imaginary phone cord. “You wanna tell me about it?”

“Mm. I don’t remember the whole thing, but I’ll tell you the important stuff.”

The recipient waited for a moment as his friend got his thoughts sorted.

“We were playing something together, the whole team. There were some parts where it was streamed? But other times that wasn’t part of it, and it was hard to tell who was the host. But I must have gone through the wrong door or something, and I ended up in the Amazing Digital Circus. The place, not the… the cartoon. I mean, I guess it was in the cartoon, since it’s about the place. It really depends–”

“Did that matter?”

“What?”

“If it was the place or the cartoon.”

“I don’t know.”

“Keep going.”

Yeah, he could practically hear the eyes rolling. “Alright. Well, I was there. The team wasn’t. And I was kind of in Pomni’s role– you know, the jester girl. But she was there, too, so it was more like I was just the new guy after her.”

“It’s your self insert fanfiction.”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s… that’s legiterately what it… that’s not a word. Literally, legitimately what it was.”

“Be cringe and free.”

“I wasn’t free, though!” He almost laughed. “That’s the whole thing about the circus, you’re stuck there. And that’s why Caine does the adventures, right? He’s… I mean, there’s lots of ways to interpret the pilot, but that’s what I figured: Caine does the adventures so that the people trapped there have something to keep them occupied and fulfilled and all that. He’s not exactly, uh, sane about it, but he’s not trying to hurt them, he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be them, he knows they need something to interact with and just makes shit up so they have something to do with their lives–”

“Ohhhh.”

“You get it?”

“Yeah. That’s fucked,” he confirmed. “Now breathe before you pass out.”

From the sounds on the other end, that’s just what he did.

“So whuhappen?”

“It’s a little fuzzy,” the caller went on. “We had some task, but it changed through dream logic stuff. Something like finding keys in eggs. But my brain wasn’t fully locked into the dream logic, so whenever something changed it just fucked with me real hard. I was just freaking out about being stuck there, about not being able to go back home, what would happen to my kid and my apartment and…”

He trailed off.

“And what?”

He took a deep breath.

“You guys,” he finished. “What would happen to you guys if I was gone. That’s when… this is the part that fucked with me, I guess. At some point, even though they still looked and sounded like the cartoon characters, my brain decided that the circus characters were the Science Team.”

“Oh, cool. Was I the bunny?”

“Was–” he wheezed a little. “I don’t know. That’s not important.” “It is.”

“No.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“No, it wasn’t– it wasn’t a direct, one-to-one thing. It was more like the concept. The concepts got crossed. It wasn’t… I didn’t Kin Assign you guys.”

“Boo.”

“Ignoring that. It was around that time that Caine kind of disappeared from the dream, and I didn’t even notice until I woke up. Instead, I had to be the one who set up things to do to keep the circus team busy. And when I got into that, my mind kind of… stopped being about being trapped. The dream kind of morphed, the way dreams do. By the time I woke up, it wasn’t even about being trapped in the circus anymore. It was brainstorming for next week’s stream, just inside the circus. It happened so smoothly.”

There was a lull in the conversation. The caller seemed out of steam. The listener continued to twirl their invisible phone cord.

“You wanna play Carnival Games for the Wii next week?”

“...No, Benrey. Not really.”

“Why?”

“...I don’t know. Motion controls.”

“You use VR legiterately all the time.”

“Heh. Maybe.”

“Maybe yes?”

“Look, just… thanks for listening.”

“Mm. Thanks for talking.”

#hlvrai #hlvrai fanfiction #gordon streamman #the amazing digital circus #hey circus fans! hope you don't mind me using your main tag.

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effervescent-au · 3 months

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Hey, I know it's been awhile and unfortunately I won't be active in Tumblr often. But I just wanna know what's going on right? If you're okay about giving a small recap of the reason about having a new AU

Okay so there’s a couple reasons that I a) have this AU and b) am working on it instead of the Splat Chat.

First and foremost, Effervescent existed about a year before the Splat Chat, and while I wrote some stuff for it, I never shared anything for it. Effervescent was really the reason I got into writing fanfic, as that the story that I really, really wanted to tell. Back then, it just wasn’t very well put together, and I was not confident in what I had written. I also never worked on the old Effervescent fic consistently; I’d write 10k in a week, and then stop working on it for months. I ended up setting it aside for a while, as I was just not happy with how it was turning out.

Then Splatoon 3 came out, which I played day 1. That was my first time actually playing a Splatoon game (I was about to get splat2, but they announced splat3, so I decided to just wait ). I loved it, and then once I finished the story mode, I was reminded of my Effervescent fic, and I decided I wanted to give it another go. However, I had read a chat fic for another fandom that I really liked and decided that I first wanted to try writing a couple chapters of a chat fic as a warmup, and then I’d go back to Effervescent. So that’s what I did; I wrote a chatfic with some generic usernames and generic personalities, and figured I’d do like 5 chapters and call it done. I also decided to post it to AO3 since I liked how it turned out.

The Splat Chat got a much wilder reception that I could’ve ever hoped for. I loved having people vocally love my writing, so I wrote more and more, abandoning my intentions of writing for Effervescent and instead building out my own universe with the Splat Chat. I started building some lore, character quirks, and eventually named my agents. As we all know, the Splat Chat took off and became it’s own series, with the main fic and all the side stories.

So what happened? I kinda began to lose interest in the Splat Chat last summer. It got harder and harder to write for and think up plot. I really think I should’ve just ended the storyline after Raid Under Storm and Stress, but alas, I did not. The problem was that I never really had solid outlines for the Splat Chat, so I had very little direction besides some vague ideas in my head. Because I started losing interest in the Splat Chat, I ended thinking about Effervescent again. I went back to the old fic and began editing it again, with the intention of posting that. However, I soon realized that it was kinda not great, so I decided I would just rewrite it, and that’s what I did; I uploaded the prologue and chapter 1 in July, iirc.

Then I got caught up in moving out and trying to get ready for university, and I lost a lot of interest in writing in general. The only reason why I was able to post so much stuff for the Splat Chat anniversary was because I really kicked myself into overdrive to do it, because I had hyped it up so much and didn’t want to fall flat. But after that, I was really just exhausted with the Splat Chat universe and writing. I tried to get back into it for NaNoWriMo, but I ended up just getting back into Effervescent instead, and that’s when I started regularly updating that fic, and I’ve pretty much been focusing on writing for that universe since.

Why? Well, if I had to pick favorites between my AUs, it’s Effervescent. I actually have a really good outline and plan, so it feels much more cohesive, whereas the Splat Chat’s story was always messy. Effervescent is also the fic that I always wanted to write, whereas the Splat Chat just kinda… spiraled. I don’t always feel in control of the Splat Chat universe anymore. The Splat Chat just isn’t what it used to be, and I’ve had people point that out too. The cast is huge, the way the series and side fics are organized is horrendous, and it’s definitely a different fic that it was when it first started. I had someone comment that they didn’t like the new direction I was taking the series and they felt it was way too dark when I was working on the end of Amaranthine, and I got really discouraged by that. I was really trying to finish out my vision for that fic before I lost interest, but being told that it’s not what it should be really made me lose confidence in the Splat Chat series as a whole. It was the final nail in the coffin for my interest in the Splat Chat.

All in all, Effervescent was the story that I always wanted to tell, and I was just waiting for the right time. I do want to come back to the Splat Chat eventually, especially because I don’t want to leave a story unfinished when it was a fic a lot of people found solace in, but now’s just not the right time for me. At the end of the day, writing fanfic is just a hobby of mine, and I’m gonna write what I want to write.

Sorry that was certainly not a “small recap” but I think I needed to finally put an explanation down into words about what’s going on with my writing.

#effervescent #the splat chat #long post about writing reasons

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pastafossa · 1 year

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Do you have any tips on how to outline a story? I just restarted my story I've been working in since 2017, and I wanna have a basic outline, but idk wtf to do😭

Practically speaking, my FAVORITE outline program is Twine! It takes a little bit of getting used to, but once you do, it's amazing for outlining your story - specifically because, while I believe it was meant to be used for branching choices in games (where, say, dialogue option A leads to a different result than dialogue option B), it can also be used to help craft multiple story plotlines running alongside each other, and show where those plotlines intersect. And while I can't actually show my outline there because of the MASSIVE amount of spoilers in it, I can tell you that you can make it as complex or as basic as you like! If you're looking for something to experiment with for an outline, I highly recommend twine, or another outline creator! I also like to use Nanowrimo's advice: write your outline like a subway map instead of linear lines! Here's their example outline for what a Hunger Games outline might look like with a linear version on top and an intersecting outline at the bottom (my choice, obviously, and sort of what my outline looks like in twine):

Remember that for any story, there are arcs. EVERYTHING is an arc. Relationship? An arc. A snowball fight? An arc. A kidnap and rescue fic? ARC. Those arcs can be fairly simple (setup -> inciting incident -> rising tension -> climax -> resolution) in the case of something like a one-shot, or very complex like TRT. One ex diagram you might follow, and one I like, is this one because it shows how the drama lulls and peaks with each plot point - this is what I do in TRT. There are ups and downs between each plot point, all while we're slowly climbing closer and closer to the finish line. So one thing you can do is create a general outline with an arc like this, by inserting your own plot points. Only once you have the general outline does it become easier to break it down smaller.

Another thing that might help you outline - I was taught the Seven Basic Plots rule: the idea that there are only seven general plotlines to be used, and all stories are variations (or combinations) of one of those seven. In TRT's case, I'm using the Overcoming the Monster (The protagonist aims to defeat an evil force that threatens the protagonist and/or protagonist's homeland), as well as Rebirth (An event forces the main character to change their ways and often become a better individual). The good news is that each of these plotlines have general arcs that you can design an outline around if you're looking for plot ideas.

If you want an additional way to break down/split up an outline, the Rule of Three says events (and even characters) tend to work best in groups of three. So try to break your general timeline down into three major plot events, each one a little more tense than before, with the third event leading to the climax. Three always feels like a manageable number when I'm planning something. Cause hey, it's just three!

Those are some tips off the top of my head, I know I've got some other posts floating around about outlining, but this is a peek into how I got it done! I hope it helps!

#writing #writing advice #i won't lie outlining was difficult when i started #but then it became pretty and i was happier #i like to make the pretty web with colors and events and clues #so GET YOU SOMETHING PRETTY TO LOOK AT #pretend you're a spider making a web #also the other tips

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definitelynotshouting · 9 months

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Whats your process when writing a chapter? Do you do it all in one sitting or spread it over a number of days/weeks, or does it just vary with mood?

It sorta varies!!! I learned a long time ago that i dont do well with trying to set myself writing deadlines (shout out to that one time five years ago when i tried doubling my wordcount expectations for nanowrimo and gave myself such bad migraines that i had to quit 2 weeks in) so i just sorta try and let my brain take the time it needs to get things going. So typically, i tend to spread it out over time!!! But i have on occasion been known to slam an entire chapter out in more or less one sitting (looking at you chapter 5), so it really just depends on how much juice my brain can squeeze out of itself at any given moment

I will say what ive been doing recently for hunger au in particular is using dialogue scripts. So many of these conversations have a LOT going on and very specific beats i wanna hit in each line, so it helps a ton to just. Write the dialogue out with the most basic of actions contained in brackets, and then concentrate on making sure the voices sound good and the subject stays acceptably on track. Then i go in and add prose around it, and poke and prod at it all until its what i want. Altho i will say one major disadvantage to spreading my writing sessions out is that i keep having to go and reread everything i wrote previously to make sure it all still makes sense 😭😭😭😭😭

Also, random fun fact for you: generally, i tend to write on my phone. Most of hunger au has in fact been written in the mobile google docs app (and also discord dms)

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #im literally writing this out on my phone as i type this AKDNAKSNAKSK #wkdnwjdjd local guy constantly On That Fucking Phone #AAAAAA THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION its really fun answering these #txt

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pertinax--loculos · 7 months

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Re: The Job

First of all, I have to say thank you so much to everybody who congratulated me on the new job, gave me good vibes when I was freaking out about it, all that -- basically everybody on here who took a moment to wish me luck or congratulate me, you guys give me life. <3

So I start on Friday (ahh!) and given that there's a Cert IV involved, the next 54 weeks of my life are essentially planned out (AHHHHH!). So that's not terrifying or claustrophobic or anything ahaha... ha. I'm sure I'll get used to it; this job pays a lot of money for something you can enter unskilled as a 'mature age' person, so I'm very keen to take full advantage of it.

With that being said: NaNo.

So I was planning to do NaNoWriMo this year (because I'd convinced myself I wouldn't get The Job, because the expectation of failure hurts less than hope), and I was feeling kinda keen about it because I have Psyche Shards pretty much fully zero-outlined.

(And guys, I actually think this could be a really cool story. There's this particular conceit about it that's going to be difficult to pull off, but with the planning I've done I'm pretty sure I can do it. And I think it'll make it a really engaging read with some pretty awesome reveals and whatnot at the end. I'm kinda excited about it.)

Now, I'm going to be working full time for the first time in... almost ten years (!), so I don't really wanna set up 50k as a goal. When I'm in the flow I can write that easily in a month (see: writing ~190k in just over a hundred days for ATN), but I don't know how I'm going to cope with the fulltime hours.

But, I also think it would be a good opportunity to set a writing habit with the new Job, rather than letting it fall by the wayside. So, at the moment, I'm thinking I'm gonna set a writing time per day (ie one hour), use the hype of NaNo on here to help me get into the groove, and let the wordcount fall where it may.

(I was really tempted to give @winterandwords's CalmWriMo a go, too, and I may still do that for the community feel. We'll see!)

But yes! I'm sorry this got long and rambly (no surprise there 🙄) but that is my current thoughts re: writing and everything else that's going on in my life.

If you go this far, feel free to come tell me what your plans for NaNo are! I'm trying to catch up with everybody but I'm semi-overwhelmed with everything so direct interaction will probably be the best way to get me haha.

Regardless, I hope everybody's going well, and that the words flow true and easy. ^_^

#pockets muses IWL #pockets muses IRL #rare combo post lmao #so yeah I need to think about it a little more over the next week or so #i also need to write and submit my final two assignments for uni for the year #which is a whole other thing i am putting off dealing with #because i am healthy and able to deal with more than one thing at a time :)#LOL JOKES #anyway

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paperstarwriters · 8 months

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Just some Writing Updates

I feel like I'm constantly apologizing for this, but just to be clear for my own conscious, I'm really sorry I haven't been able to do much writing or post much fanfic currently!

School's just really kicking my ass right now and it's a very reading and writing heavy semester so my fingers tend to be kinda dead by the time I get some free time.

I'm still sorting out my schedule, seeing how long it takes me to do things, and working around extra events whether they be extracurricular (I'm gonna be strapped to an EEG for a psych experiment how exciting!!) to personal life (traveling with family, upcoming birthday parties, etc) But I'll try to write some things out.

I do have a lot of WIPs started, so I'll try to finish a few of them and have them posted eventually, and I have a lot of AUs and other content I really wanna share!

And then, of course, there is the Hermit's route fanfic. I do still really wanna work on it, but it seems like a very daunting task and It'll probably take me a while to finish it still considering how little I've been able to work on it due to school and life and how big of a fic it seems to be on outline alone. I do want to finish it though. I want to at least share it with others, but I'm really curious:

does anyone really even want to read it anymore? I'm sure we've sort of come to terms with the ending of Muriel's route in the arcana, and while I've planned on writing with much more magic and general variation in the story (though the core moments stay the same) I'm not sure if it's really... needed? anymore? I don't know. I'm tempted to just call it quits and write out a list of headcannons, and the general plot I had planned but I'm not sure.

If I go on with this, I might try to work on the story for NaNoWriMo. It'll be difficult between my classes, but worse comes to worse, I might give myself a little extension into December. To complete it then.

I don't know :/

Again though, I'm really sorry I haven't been writing much, and I really hope to squeeze in some writing soon. It makes me sad to see Muriel's hashtags only ever really gaining a few fics every so often, and not even really anything entirely devoted to him. I'm happy to see people talking about him at all, but still.

I hate that I feel an obligation to write, as if it's a job and not something I do for fun because it always makes it so much more harder for me to start in the first place :(

I really wanna write for Muriel some more. And maybe a little bit for Optimus as well. I'm sorry that I can't.

Ah, well. I'll get my writing time in there eventually.

Anyways,

#the arcana #Muriel #muriel x reader #writing updates #the arcana muriel

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acaciapines · 6 months

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Your nanowrimo pieces are soooo goooood they hit so hard fr fr. I’m especially LOVING today’s one with the owl & the collector even tho I don’t rlly know that much abt toh bc I haven’t watched it but I can tell that u LOVE IT & I can’t wait to learn more thru osmosis once the fic is poooosteeeed✨ (i WILL read it i PROMISE i SWEAR)

Anyways give us the thoughts, the tea, tell us how you make the words do that✨ anything u wanna give in regards to today’s bit!! We’re not picky!

Hope y’all are doing okay! Gal says hi :) Remember to eat and drink something, take breaks, and look after yourselves and each other! We love you! This has been a Daily Interaction Ask <3

he he :3 im glad youre enjoying!! its been really fun to pick out my favorite bits even when usually those are the ones w/out context lol. look at my owl and weep boy. firefly <3

YOU WILL LEARN SO MUCH VIA OSMOSIS....literally now that im also doing something for s1 its like. why watch owl house we have owl house at home (the owl house at home is a 1 million word daemon au) (<- 1 mil is not a joke btw idk if it'll hit it but itll at least come very close. no idk why i did this.)

as for today! hmmm...

its truly so fun to write the collector. like im not joking about him being my favorite owl house character despite his maybe twenty total minutes of screentime, so its been such a JOY to expand his role in this series!!

bc like. god. actually i think i wrote a whole like. bit of flash fiction/prose poetry type thing for them a while ago. probably in my files somewhere. but just. youre an immortal eight year old. you are in these years where you need to interact with other people for your own mental stability and health. to figure out the whole Being A Person thing. and you are trapped for like, centuries. trapped away from everyone and everything and DUST, which, in universe, in literally connection personified. you're cut off from all of this.

and you are, let me say again, eight years old.

truly the collector is just. hes had everyone he ever cares about leave him--his siblings the other archivists left him behind not out of any sense of cruelty, really, but because caring about people just isnt really a thing they do. quite frankly they live so long they didnt even notice. theyre far-away stars. not far because they're mean. just because thats what stars do.

and then king's dad (who um. doesnt have a name <3 this is why the collector calls him 'the big bully' its literally bc i never gave him a name--) was an adult the collector actually trusted and looked up to (he meshed REALLY WELL into titan society until the archivists started Doing A Murder since titans are the only beings that match them in power and they have very very different ideas about dust). like ive said before the collector is owlbeastkin but before that they never had a super stable sense of identity--in another world where they stayed w/ the titans they wouldve ended up a titan.

and then king's dad just. trapped him in a tablet forever.

and like, to be fair to king's dad he was reacting out of fear and the best knowledge he had (he assumed the collector led the archivists to the titans, and like, he did, but its not like he knew he was doing that, and, you know, poor guy had seen a huge chuck of his fellow titans killed including babies and eggs of which he had an egg to consider), but it still TRAPPED THEM. and then he died and so did all the rest of the titans so nobody could free the collector even if they wanted to.

and then BELOS, who manipulated and lied to the collector for so long and was also literally his only friend after being alone forever, so like, of course the collector just blindly went along with whatever he said. he was gonna free them!! he listened to them when they talked about stardust which nobody else ever did! he had no idea what the fuck a witch was! he just liked being able to see the stardust sometimes, and belos brought him to places with a lot of stardust. to destroy it, but like--you know. it was THERE.

but all these people were just USING them, and they never really understand that until king comes around. and king's also a scared eight year old!! but like. king's also not wrong. the collector did aid belos in destroying the entire isles. like no joke belos SUCCEEDS here. like not long-term obvi this has a happy ending but at the point we're in at for the future? it doesnt matter that the draining spell failed. all the palistrom trees are dead. witch society Cannot come back from that even if they did end up beating the collector. theyre doomed.

anyways what was i saying. collector. right.

so like, then they meet firefly/grr-click-growl/wings-across-night/the owl beast (king of having so many names i love her <3) and shes like, the first person who cares for them and ISNT using them. even king is using them!! but firefly has seen Some Shit. she sees the collector as a hatchling who was kicked out of his nest and is doing her best to be some sort of stable figure for him, but she doesnt Not see the stuff he's done.

the collector took over the world bc he's scared--all he's ever known is being used and trapped so he doesnt exactly trust most people easily. firefly would Love to not be in this world anymore. shes also got a loyalty to eda and king and luzmari. and, like, cool motive, still trapping an entire society of people.

but like. shes the one who is here right now and nobody else is trying to help this kid.

but the collector just. hes just an eight year old. a very, very old eight year old. but he doesnt understand things like "you can make the wrong choices and still choose to do better later" and "im mad at what you did but that doesnt mean i dont care about you."

he just sees someone upset with him. just sees another person who used him and doesnt care and is going to leave bc everyone leaves him and in a world where EVERY SINGLE PERSON comes in pairs, hes the only one who stands alone.

basically tl;dr: collector my beloved <3

#ask #daily interaction ask #toh #collector my beloved #yes this goes in the blog. hi wyn <3333333333 #me every time someone asks me about my fic: (forgets literally everything ive ever written)#also me: heres too many words about the collector lol #I JUST. LOVE THEM. LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM #THANK U FOR ENABLING ME <333333 #i will never be free until 2-3 years from now when i post the final chapter of this fic <3 #get ready for the LONG. HAUL.#and a grove of palistrom to you

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laminy · 7 months

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I figured today I'd post an ITBASM snippet I'd had written because my goal/plan is to be working on NaNoWriMo for all of November, so my mind will be on that instead.

Happy Hallowe’en, even though this very much has nothing to do with Hallowe’en.

“Baba!”

Rami looks up from the sink, confused. “Did you forget something?” Sami and Joe had just left the house to take Sami to school. So he really wasn’t expecting him back so soon.

Sami runs into the kitchen, bouncing up and down. He’s still wearing his jacket and hat and boots, and he has a huge grin on his face.

“Hello,” Rami says, drying his hands. “Did you forget something?” he asks again.

“No!” Sami hops up and down a couple more times. “I’m not going!”

“Not going where?”

“Papa said the car can’t go!” Sami squeals and starts running around.

Rami walks over to the kitchen window, looking outside. Joe’s got a shovel, and is struggling to dig out the drive. He taps on the window, and Joe looks up.

“Can’t get out!” Joe calls. “Snow day!”

Rami sighs, and looks back at Sami. It’s not that he doesn’t like spending time with him, but he also wasn’t planning on entertaining him today. “What are we gonna do with you?” he asks.

“Can I play outside?” Sami asks.

“Let’s get you changed into something a little comfier,” Rami says. He looks over at Rosemary, who’s happily chewing on her bib in her bouncer. “Come along.” He picks her up, and follows Sami up to his room. He gets him out of his school uniform and into some play clothes, and then he bundles him up in some snowpants and his jacket. Rami leads him downstairs and opens the door, and Sami practically throws himself outside.

“Papa!”

Joe sets the shovel down, and wipes his brow. “What’s going on, kiddo?”

Sami stumbles in the snow, and pushes himself up. “Baba says I can play.”

“Be careful,” Joe says.

Rami shields Rosemary from the cool wind, and sticks his head outside the door. “Joe!”

“Rami!”

“Put the shovel down,” Rami says. “We’ll deal with it after the plough.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Joe says, and he tosses the shovel to the side. “Snow day!” He runs over to Sami and flops down in the snow.

“Your jeans are gonna be soaked,” Rami says.

“I don’t care,” Joe says, though he does kind of immediately regret it. He’s dressed for taking Sami to school, not for playing in the snow.

“I’m gonna build a snowman!” Sami says. “Papa, help me.”

“What about you, Baba?” Joe asks.

“It’s a little chilly for Rosie,” Rami says. “But I’ll watch from inside for now.”

“I’ll make it by the window!” Sami says, and he hurries over to the sunroom— as fast as he can go with snow up to his knees, anyway.

“Call my besties!” Joe exclaims, as he follows behind Sami. “This is a great spot, kiddo.”

“I’m sure they’re working,” Rami says, but he goes inside anyway, and finds his mobile. Surprisingly, Gwil is off (Ben is attempting to work from home). Not surprisingly, they’re snowed in for the moment as well, but they’re working on getting out.

Rami tosses Joe a hat and some gloves so he doesn’t freeze, and then he settles into the sunroom with Rosemary. He watches Sami and Joe through the window, smiling and waving whenever Sami looks up. When Rosemary’s older, they’ll be outside with them. Rami can’t wait. Right now, she’s still too little and it’s just a little too cold.

The snow plough comes by, and Joe holds on tight to Sami’s hand so that he doesn’t run closer. “Papa, look!”

“Oh, I see,” Joe says. “Cleaning off the road, helping us out.”

Sami waves eagerly at the snow plough driver, who honks the horn and waves back.

“C’me here,” Joe says, and he swoops down to pick Sami up. “You wanna keep watching or can we go warm up for a minute?”

“I wanna watch,” Sami says.

“Okay,” okay.”

They watch for a couple minutes longer, and then Joe takes Sami inside. Their snowman is a little rough looking, but Joe’s feet are cold, and he wants to see Rami and Rosemary.

“Who wants hot cocoa?” Rami asks.

“I do!” Joe says.

“Me too!” Sami says.

“Let me see Rosie,” Joe says, and he walks over to her crib where she’s napping.

Sami gets out of his snow gear and climbs up onto his chair, watching Rami make their drinks.

“How is it outside?” Rami asks.

“Huh, cold."

“But fun?”

“Yeah, a lot."

“Good.”

“Baba, can I have marshmallows?”

“Oh, I think so,” Rami says. “A snow day treat.”

“Can I go out again?”

“Later, once you’ve warmed up,” Rami says.

They’re all in the living room, drinking their hot cocoa, when there’s a knock at the front door, and then the heavy stomping of feet.

“Brr!” Gwil calls out. “It’s chilly!”

“My bestie!” Joe exclaims, and he smiles happily at Gwil when he joins them in the living room.

“Tell me you didn’t walk here,” Rami says.

Ben pops his head around the doorframe. “I drove.”

“That’s even worse,” Rami says. “Are the roads clear?”

“They’re not bad,” Ben says. “You wouldn’t let us stay if we got snowed in?”

“We don’t have any room,” Joe says.

“Would you like a hot cocoa?” Rami asks.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Joe asks.

“The office closed today,” Gwil says.

“I am working, sort of,” Ben says. “I’ll look at my research later. But yes, I would love a hot cocoa. I can make it myself.”

“I’d love one too, love,” Gwil says. “Thanks.”

“I’ll help,” Joe says, and he hops up to follow Ben into the kitchen, probably to steal more marshmallows.

“How are the roads, really?” Rami asks.

“We could’ve stayed home,” Gwil says. “Little rough getting off the hill. But the main road is fine.”

“We’ve got to shovel,” Rami says.

“No, I recommend just staying home until it melts,” Gwil says.

“Uncle Gwil?” Sami asks, turning in his seat to look up at him.

“Yes,” Gwil says, leaning down over him.

“I made a snowman, do you want to see?”

“Oh, of course I do,” Gwil says.

“I’ll show you.” Sami carefully climbs off the sofa and leads Gwil into the sunroom.

“Oh wow,” Gwil says, looking out the window. “Lovely, that. Brilliant job.”

“Do you want to play outside with me?” Sami asks hopefully.

“Can I have a hot cocoa first?” Gwil asks, and Sami nods eagerly, so Gwil leans to pick him up. “Let’s go bother Uncle Ben, then.”

“I don’t wanna be mean!”

Gwil chuckles. “You’re right, you’re right. Very bright old chap.”

“Can I have hot cocoa?” Sami asks.

Gwil glances back at the living room, confused. “Weren’t you already drinking one?” he asks.

“Yes, I was,” Sami whispers in Gwil’s ear. “But can I have more marshmallows?”

Gwil grins at him, and presses a playful kiss to his cheek. “It’s a snow day, Sami. I think we can all have extra marshmallows.”

#why am i posting about snow on halloween #because i didn't have any spooky snippets ready to go #and it is currently snowing in a town i used to live in so #please accept this #snippet headcanon #fluff

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Day twenty-eight of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I'll show you how it works,” Tim says, smiling a little helplessly at him for no good reason. Kon's just–pretty. And cute. And wearing slightly smudged eyeliner, like he went out of his way to learn how to apply it just for this and didn't quite get enough practice with it during said learning process, which might be a little much to assume but sure is a thought either way. “There'll be placards and stuff that explain how it all goes too. If you don't like it we can leave, obviously, we'll just go to dinner early.”

“You wanna do dinner too?” Kon asks.

“My intentions tonight are for this exhibit, dinner, and then another surprise destination,” Tim says. “Do you like Japanese food, because I got us a reservation at a Japanese place I know, but if that's not your thing, there's always other options.”

Tim definitely did not make three back-up reservations in a Bat-panic, because that would be an insane person thing to do and he's operating with fully rational behavior for fully rational reasons here. Obviously. Of course-ly.

Just like, yeah. There may or may not be back-up reservations.

Contingency plans are vital, okay?

“I like Japanese food,” Kon says. “Well–I like sushi and musubi and poke bowls and that kinda thing, at least. So like . . . same diff, right?”

“Right,” Tim assumes, with still no idea what either musubi or poke bowls are. He'll google it. It'll be fine. If nothing else, Kon can get sushi. He'll buy him one of those huge fancy boats of it if he's gotta.

. . . actually that's not a bad idea, Kon could probably use the calories. Hm.

“You planned all that stuff, though?” Kon asks, peering around the gallery as they finally step out into it and frowning in confusion.

“I promised you I'd take you someplace nice,” Tim says with an easy shrug. “So I found some nice places to take you. That's all.”

“You only promised me one nice place,” Kon says with a little laugh, shaking his head. “Now it's three?”

“I'm intending to take you to a lot of nice places, Kon,” Tim says, and feels his chest clench up a little when he sees the way Kon's expression softens at the sound of his name. He needs to be using it more, he thinks to himself. Like–way more. “Or just wherever you wanna go.”

“Sure,” Kon says, ducking his head, then glances around the gallery again as his frown reasserts itself. “What's everybody doing? They're like–messing with everything.”

“It's a sensory exhibit,” Tim repeats in clarification. “You're supposed to interact with the exhibits. Touch or listen to or manipulate them. Things like that.”

Kon . . . blinks, slowly. Then he glances sidelong at Tim, biting his lip.

He doesn't ask, but the question in his eyes is obvious enough, Tim thinks.

“It's tactile telekinesis, isn't it?” he says. “So I thought you might be interested in something tactile.”

“You . . . did?” Kon says, glancing back towards the rest of the room.

“It at least seemed like a valid theory,” Tim says. Kon had kept touching the cashmere on and off for as long as he’d worn it, and petted the goat, and had apparently been clocking the whole damn mall most of the time they’d been there, and he’d just thought–well–

Kon really does talk about his TTK so much, whether it’s relevant or not. Doing something that might be deliberately relevant to it had just seemed, well . . . natural.

If nothing else, it might help keep Kon interested in him a little longer. Tim still isn’t sure how long to expect Kon to stay interested, depending, so until he knows one way or the other, he might as well frontload his success here. Or at least try to, anyway.

Look, he’s going to do his best, alright? His best is just the best he can do.

“You know, if you wanted me to touch something, you could’ve just volunteered,” Kon jokes, but the way he says it doesn’t actually make Tim want to laugh. It’s actually all he can do not to frown, the way he says it. Just . . . something about it’s a little off, maybe.

“I told you I’d take you on a date,” he says. “Just telling you to feel me up doesn’t seem like putting in much effort there. Definitely not nice levels of effort.”

“Oh,” Kon says, ducking his head as he glances away again. He’s still holding his hand. Tim wonders what kind of dates Kon’s even been on before–and if he’s ever been the one getting taken on one, too. Especially since as far as he knows Kon’s only dated girls, and there were probably some assumptions set in place there. Like–it seems likely that there would’ve been, at least. Even if just self-imposed ones.

“Want to try?” Tim offers. “Like I said, if you don’t like it we’ll just go to dinner early.”

“Um, sure,” Kon says. “We can try it. Um . . .”

“This way,” Tim says, and leads him towards one of the closer stations in the exhibit. Kon looks a little unsure where to start, so he figures it’ll help if he gives him a little push. Though it’s weird to think of Kon as needing any kind of a push, except maybe a push to actually stay still and listen for ten seconds. Or like . . . anything remotely along those lines.

The station is a low, hip-height sandbox full of . . . well, sand, unsurprisingly. There's stones and rakes and general Zen garden-style paraphernalia laid out inside it, and patterns and colors already marked and dyed into the sand to be mixed-up and deconstructed at will, though no one seems to have gotten too far into that yet. Kon tilts his head as he looks down at the display, his eyes briefly unfocusing.

“You're just supposed to play around with it,” Tim says, wondering what that unfocused look on his face is about. “Rearrange the patterns or make new ones, I guess.”

“Huh,” Kon says. “Okay. Like just however?”

“I mean, what, are they gonna yell at us for doing it wrong?” Tim asks with a shrug. Kon smirks at him.

“I could come up with something they'd yell at us for,” he says with a teasing leer.

Tim suffers.

“Let's wait a couple stations before we get ourselves kicked out,” he manages, swallowing awkwardly. Kon grins at him, then leans over the sandbox and presses both hands flat against the sand inside and immediately starts rearranging everything with his TTK. Tim is about to reflexively protest him not even pretending to check for any onlookers before realizing that there is literally no possible way that anyone could look at them right now without Kon being able to feel them turning their way, and also the two security cameras that were previously in their range are both cocked askew now.

Okay, so he could be worse at passing for civilian, Tim figures, and just leans over and lets himself admire the wave-like ripples spreading across the sandbox as Kon carefully constructs a swirling rainbow of an ocean with all of the brighter colors and a dark beach stretched out alongside it, accented with little rocks scattered around like shells and driftwood. The wave patterns look surprisingly accurate, but then again, he probably did get a great aerial view of the ocean on the regular back in Hawaii, didn't he.

Tim takes his phone out and sneaks a quick pic or two of both Kon and the box on old reflex, and Kon laughs at him.

“You like, babe?” he asks with a teasing smirk.

“Most things about you, yes,” Tim replies frankly, because he's not Robin right now so he can do that, and Kon laughs again even as he blushes and straightens back up, the sand all brushing itself off his hands.

“Only most?” he asks. “Guess I gotta step up my game, then.”

“Find another excuse to wear that crop top and you'll be fine,” Tim advises, and Kon laughs so bright for that it's almost flustering.

Well, no, it's definitely flustering. Actually it's very, very flustering.

Adorable bastard. Absolute fucker. Tim should throw him off a bridge, but he'd just fly back up anyway, the asshole.

Tim wants to kiss him so bad right now.

Kon's eyes half-unfocus again, and then the sand and rocks and tools all . . . shift. Tim blinks, a little surprised, and then realizes–oh. He's sorting it all back. Like . . . very accurately back, in fact. The colors and patterns are all returning to the exact same designs as they were in when they first stepped over here. Which is probably for the best because again, they’re currently playing civilian, but–

“Holy shit,” Tim says as the patterns all settle back in and his eyebrows shoot up, more than a little incredulous. Okay, well–he's slightly less sure that Kon doesn't have Superman's eidetic memory now. Also, considering how mixed-around all the colors were, he doesn't even know how he did that so effectively. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Wasn't hard,” Kon replies casually, but he looks smug about it, the–again–adorable bastard. Fucker. “Just undid what everybody already did, yeah?”

Tim looks at the sand and belatedly notices that yes, in fact, Kon also reverted everything else that'd been done to it back to what was clearly the original design too. He cannot even fathom how Kon could tell how to “undo” any of that. Like–the pattern-recognition, fine, he could've done that himself–Bart could've, if he'd been interested enough to bother–but tracking back a design after undoing the whole thing to begin with and keeping the different colors of sand all correctly separated? Seriously?

“Jesus,” he says. “That's incredible.”

“No big,” Kon says, but looks very pleased about the compliment all the same. Tim thinks of about three thousand tactical applications for this skill alone and really wants to know why Kon doesn't brag about this part of TTK more. Or like, ever. It's always punching things and ripping up the street and tearing doors off their hinges and things like that, when he can do things like map an entire building blind and control sand down to the fucking individual grains?

Tim might need to have a talk with all of their teammates about their actual abilities, actually, seeing all this. Like, some assessment tests might need to happen. Questionnaires. Something. The informal approach was clearly not thorough enough. If nothing else, he's definitely following up with Kon.

“I honestly did not realize how good you'd be at that,” Tim says, and then has to watch in disbelief as Kon smirks smugly at him while simultaneously–without even looking–builds a little sand castle without even bothering to put his hands in the sand this time. Which he doesn't have to, obviously, because the sand is in the sandbox and it's part of the table which is on the floor he's standing on and Tim objectively understands how TTK works, but that really seems like it'd be much harder to pull off. Just–damn. Damn.

. . . technically, if Kon can control things as small as a grain of sand, how small can he go? Could he–theoretically, at least–manipulate dust? Air molecules?

Atoms?

Because if he could, if things like that counted . . . well, the transitive properties of TTK would be a lot less of a limitation outside of maybe the vacuum of space, wouldn't they. There's always air, after all. And if Kon could manipulate anything on the atomic level . . .

Jesus. There's a thought.

As soon as Tim's done being desperately, overwhelmingly turned on and also reformatting several of his supervillainy-connected plans, he's gonna have to start drafting that superpower skills and applications thereof questionnaire. Like. Immediately once he's done, actually.

Just–again, just Jesus.

“I mean, it's just a party trick, but it's a fun one, right?” Kon says with another laugh.

Tim is going to lose his actual fucking mind.

“You call that a party trick?” he says in disbelief. There is no possible way that any lock could be secure against that. No one could ever hide behind cover. No one could even carry a concealed weapon without him knowing, for fuck's sake!

. . . Tim is very glad he's been leaving the birdarangs home for his not-dates and current-date with Kon. Very, very glad.

Jesus, that would've been fun to explain to Bruce. Well I didn't TELL him I was Robin, but I DID encourage him to tactile-telekinetically feel me up in a changing room while I was strapped with Bat-gear, sooooo . . . I mean, you never told me I couldn't do THAT.

That's exactly how he would've explained it, obviously, but still. Bruce would not have taken it well.

What a fucking way to come out to Batman, too.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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