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Your name is a—bird in my hand, a piece of ice on my tongue. The lips’ quick opening. Your name—four letters. A ball caught in flight, a silver bell in my mouth. - Marina Tsvetaeva, ‘Poems for Blok’
part 3 of that contour&watercolor style. 🥰 bc i never get tired of it. drawn in CSP using charcoal and rough wash watercolors.
Please enjoy this You Gave Me A Stocking fill of an art piece and short fic for the 616 Discord server event.
Hypnagogic, 4225 words for @kiyaar
Summary:
[Hypnagogic state: the period immediately before sleep, or between wakefulness and sleep, during which hallucinations can occur.]
“Fine. You want an enemy?” Steve says, bloody saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, “I’ll give you someone to hate.”
Please enjoy! Definitely read all tags and warnings on Ao3 before reading, leave a comment or reblog if you like! :)
”No vital signs detected. Engaging Avalon Protocol.”
Based on this heartwrenching post by @knightinironarmor
The amount of psychic damage I just took from my stupid DC mobile game referring to Deathstroke as ‘daddy’ is not insignificant.
This entire challenge arc is just Deathstroke and Nightwing snipping at each other in the dialogue scenes about Dick’s no-killing rule, isn’t it.
Hello, 911? Yes, I’d like to report a murder…
The truly hilarious thing about this, is after the challenge arc, if you succeed in pulling Deathstroke as a character, he now has to live in the underground bunker with you.
Imagine. You’re trapped in the same doomsday bunker with a bunch of do-gooders you just tried to betray because you’re as predictable as a broken clock, and you’re having to ask nicely for visitation rights because Dick Grayson’s got the hero equivalent of full custody of your kids, lmao. Stunning. No notes.
It appears I’m a bad influence and some of you are joining. If you want to be friends/need a guild hmu. I’m in Server: Earth-206 and our league doesn’t pressure any spending. We’re all just playing casually.
Laundry theft
wanderlust
When he was younger he’d thought the desire to go would fade. He’d thought it had been the ordinary wish to leave his too small town and find something more. He’d thought the cities and distance, the new roads, new people, the mountains and oceans would have fed the hunger in his chest. He’d thought he’d get past it, but Earth turned out to feel just a small as Smallville had. He knew the sounds, the smells, the way the earth rumbled and shifted beneath his shoes just as well on each mountain as the next. Sure each was different from the other; each site he found beautiful. He loved the Earth, and he loved its people. It was just he wanted—felt as though he needed really—something more.
He turned out to look away from the mass beneath him; it's glow less a beacon home then a lantern showing him the trail that led further away—out to the stars beyond this one. Letting the sites and sounds of Earth drift out of focus, he looked out to far distant stars wondering if perhaps the hunger would be sated by another world, another planet another universe. Or perhaps, he dreaded, maybe all orphaned children, all those exiled by their circumstances—all those diaspora felt a longing for a home that no longer existed. Could that be the itch burning in his feet, the thrum pulling in his veins? Was he looking for a glimpse of a home he'd never had, and never would?
Clark turned back to the Earth as he felt the distant and muffled call of his mother and friend's voices. They both felt like a lightening rod: grounding him to something fixed and immutable, and an anchor: dragging him down and holding him back from the currents he longed to follow. One day he would leave this rock and strike out quenching the need in his chest. He stayed here today, because the hunger was over ridden by the fear that no mater how far he went, how much he saw and how many souls he met it would never be enough. Or worse still he feared that when he'd truly left, he'd find that what he had been in search of had been here on Earth and in the leaving to seek, he would lose it forever.
Happy bunny day from Carol!
Nude variant: https://www.patreon.com/posts/summer-carol-105968528
And this is an old piece I slapped new clothes on but apparently I have a whole other outfit in the file I just never published for some reason.
GREETINGS, STEVETONIES
Niche Civil War Community Prompts are now available for viewing AND filling!! 😍📝
This is open to anyone — regardless of if you joined the exchange, you may fill any prompts on the list. There are no minimum fill requirements, but:
You may fill to your heart's delight until AUG 31st! Submissions will remain anonymous until mid-July when all of the exchange works are revealed. Please direct any questions to @kiyaar, @starvels, @tinystark616.
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https://archiveofourown.org/admin_posts/31561
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Spreading the good news for those who *aren't* interested.... and for those who are.
