Hey, so I'm trying something new. I've got some photos and art over on Redbubble. No fan art but I hope y'all take a look anyway
I engage with fiction in a normal way. don’t look at my blog
the transition im crying
I am walking onto the field. Haters are forcefully removing me from the premise
ppl talk about the difficulty of writing characters smarter than yourself, but the real challenge is writing a character who is funnier than you are
give me a damian and tim who act like they hate each other but they’re just constantly on the same wavelength
they’re not allowed to patrol together cause criminals start ending up even more traumatized than before. tim makes the plans and damian executes them FLAWLESSLY
their missions together end with a blown up building, a flawlessly completed mission (even with said blown up building), damian with a new stray, and tim with a new criminal connection. also with damian trying to stab tim who’s paying for their ice cream instead of going back to the cave for their report
it's me and the four people on ao3 who understand my favorite character in the exact same way against the world
I think my favorite genre of fanfiction is when the author says something like "this was meant to be 3 chapters but it's actually going to be 5" in the notes at the end of a chapter and you can look up at the chapter count and it's like 15 or something
Started a 25 chapter, 100,000 wordcount fic. Author's note: this will be just three chapters...
Watching their journey as the story grows is almost as entertaining as the fic.
made me think of you, @echo-bleu :)
Batgirl (2024) #4 variant cover by David Talaski
*sighs* ya need help again?
ohhh fuck off. someone learned my summoning ritual again. ill be right back
Carmen Rodrigues / 34 Pieces of You
Gala go gone
Danny, at the tail end of a very stressful week involving Vlad and the GIW and his parents, gets dragged along to Gotham to a gala at Wayne Manor by Sam. During said gala, he gets pestered by Sam's parents, the rich snooty people and the Waynes find him very suspicious for some reason. Then some group of goons attacks the gala and there goes his last nerve as he just lets out a war cry and tackles the nearest gun toting goon before bodily tossing them at the next closest goon. No ghost blasts, just fists, feet and teeth.
Later, when he is being corralled to be examined by paramedics he is asked what set him off and he replies "I could sense their eagerness to kill and decided to see if I could take a few with me."
Really, it was just the stress.
ghost in the house: GET OUT. I WILL TAKE YOU-
real estate agent: chill, its me.
ghost: oh hey. have you sold it yet.
real estate agent: obviously NOT, idiot.
enemies to friends to lovers, 67k, ghost au
Me: *writes an amazing chapter*
Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!
Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*
Today’s the only day you can reblog this until next year guys.
hey pal, take it easy! you're scrolling with way too much intensity. look at this horse