Okay Will Get Us Through by clotpolesonly / @clotpolesonly

[41,955w | Mature]

It was supposed to be a peaceful fucking protest. Stiles heard the first shot loud and clear, though, and was too boxed in to duck, even as his stomach felt like it fell out of his body entirely. For a second all he could think was “Scott is gonna be so mad, I said it would be fine, I promised,” and then he was falling.

Note: Just after reading half of the first chapter, I was ready to rec this one. It’s vividly descriptive from start to finish, stand-out favourites being the protest before and after all hell breaks loose, and, later, the picture painted of the villain. When I scrolled back up to look at the kudos, my eyes nearly fell out! Why this doesn’t have at least over a thousand is beyond me. Just make sure to heed the tags! (For anyone wondering: the rape/non-con tag is for something prior to the fic, basically the relationship between Derek and Kate which closely follows the canon version of events.)

Spectrum Status!

Unfortunately delayed. My neck is causing my arm pain to really flare up - plus just had a bit of heavy self-analysis going on lately, so that’s kind of left me hovering a few feet off the ground. 

Gotta get at least one toe back on there. 

Here’s the dealio regarding Spectrum:

- I’ll be updating either late this week or the following week, depending on what my physio says about my arm, tomorrow. After this update, there will only be one more update left before the comic is completed. : )

- Endgame has been completely mapped out. There will be five chapters in total, plus an epilogue.

- Aiming to finish this sucker by about late March or April. Stuff might happen, but that’s the timeframe I’m going by.

Thank you guys very much for your patience, and I hope you guys are taking care of yourselves. : )

I’ve been mulling over the idea of starting up a writing exclusive blog because I’ve been having things I want to talk about that I feel would be annoying or gratuitous on my main, but then I thought,

wait a second

I am forgetting something fundamental about having a blog.

I can post whatever I damn well please.

So, anyway, there might be more writing posts in the future. i.e. quotes from my favorite authors or me generally crying about how hard writing is and how one can simultaneously hate and love something and *gasp* maybe even stuff about profic I’ve been writing.

(Probably not. I’m hellishly shy when it comes to stuff that’s 100 percent from me and I’ve already told myself “You can’t bring any of that up until you finish at least one multi-chapter fanfic, you half-baked pussy chicken shit.” In those exact words.)

…what was the point of this post? I don’t really know anymore. I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.

Our time ran out, and Mr. Gladly picked out people from each group to stand up and go over what they had come up with.

I sighed as Mr. Gladly picked Greg to do our group’s presentation,

Oh boy.

At least it wasn’t Sparky or Julia, though. Greg at least cares about trying to do it well.

and was forced to watch Greg botch it badly enough that Mr. Gladly asked him to sit down before he was finished.

Even if he doesn’t succeed, and gets another thing to beat himself up over.

Greg was one of those kids I always figured made teachers groan inwardly when they raised their hands in class.

Back in the equivalent of the stage of school these kids are at, I used to get asked to not raise my hand from time to time, but that was usually because I was the Hermione of the class. I raised my hand to most questions, often with the right answer. Basically, I answered so frequently that the teachers had to ask me to stop for a bit so others had a chance.

The sort of kid that took twice as long to answer as anyone else, and was often only half-right or so off-tangent that it derailed the discussion.

I may have been long-winded at times, but at least I stayed mostly on track.

I couldn’t imagine what had possessed Mr. Gladly to pick Greg to do our group’s presentation.

Is this Wildbow admitting that it happened mainly for plot convenience? It sounds like that kind of lampshade. I’ve done my share of those, in a project I’m no longer proud of.

McCree says it, but I’ll say it again too.. Hello everyone!

I wanted to announce you through this quick sketch that the next update on the comic will be most probably during the upcoming weekend. I have lots to finish this week and I don’t think I’ll be able to update it any sooner, thing for which I am sorry.. T.T 

Speaking of the McHanzo comic.. It’s close to the end! End of this part/chapter at least! I am planning on doing more, but first I must finish the one I started AND also post the short fan fiction I wrote, that stands at the base of the comic. 

Thank you all for the support and sorry to let you wait more for the next update! *hugs* Also thanks for all the McHanzo fanfiction suggestions! 

Original post | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (coming soon)

Pompeii 19

Sakura plays with a handful of snow, watching it sparkle between her fingers when she turns her wrist. It was still s wonderful to look at days later. It was hard not to feel like a giddy child when she saw snow. The last few years the snow in the city had been pitiful and dirty. When she was younger the snow seemed so much more dazzling.

Being the weekend there was no way she wasn’t spending her free time outdoors, but the reservations about going into the woods still remained after her last few adventures. Kisame and Zabuza had shown up to save her from such a dilemma.

Icarus had frozen over and it was perfect for skating on, but by invite only. The champions of the last Founders Day had very strict regulations on who they allowed on or in their lake ever since ‘funny stuff’ started getting into their water. Of course Sakura was allowed out there with them, but Sakura was surprised to see Itachi and one other individual bending over to lace up his skates. Sasuke straightened and saw her approach behind the towering Mizu men.

“Haku is fond of few individuals,” Zabuza began to explain. “But he seems to tolerate the youngest Uchiha brat well enough whenever Suigetsu drags him out.” The way he sighed reminded Sakura of a dad with a spoiled child that didn’t know what to do with it. Sakura didn’t doubt that Zabuza’s actual situation was only a little different.

“Are they both from the same generation?” Sakura asked, thinking back to the tent and the conversations shared there.

They had told her something along the lines of Ino, Naruto, Sasuke and that group all being the babies of Pompeii or the youngest generation. When she thought about it, she didn’t see many children if any at all when she was running errands in her new town. How did they measure age when some species lived centuries and others died over before a few dozen decades were over like the Green Men?

“Haku is a little older and almost not a part of that category, but yeah,” Zabuza sighed, nodding to where Haku sat on a bench strapping on skates. “Don’t mention it to him though, he’s as sensitive as they come about it.”

Sakura nodded, looking down at the skates she was borrowing and then back up at Zabuza. Kisame had walked on ahead to shout at Suigetsu that was trying to go across the ice barefoot and it was just her and the gray skinned man. If she asked him something here, the others likely wouldn’t be able to hear as well.

“Those readings…” Sakura started, voice hushed. Zabuza looked to her, expression sobering. “Yahura said he recognized some of the components as belonging to an Orochimaru. What can you tell me about him?”

Zabuza flinched at the sound of the name, but didn’t react any more than that. “I’m surprised he told you that much. He likes to keep his business in the family. The fact that he told you that much must mean he trusts you at least.”

“Is it that big a deal that you would have to keep this from the authorities?”

Zabuza shrugged. “We’re all a little trigger happy when it comes to an opportunity to sink our teeth in that abomination’s hide.”

“I get that you don’t like him much. You gonna share with me the reason for that or do I get to guess like I did with the forest abductions?”

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i just did some Quick Math and uh

the Funny Valentine fight is more than ¼th of steel ball run

If we count every chapter from D4C part 1 to Break My Heart, Break Your Heart part 2 it’s 24 chapters out of 95, which is already 25.2%

that doesn’t account for the fact that the first 23 chapters were released weekly and as such are shorter

also: it took 2 years for that fight to finish from start to end at least, and even then it still took Araki 6 more monthly chapters to finish the part

buffy/willow: still life (1/?)

summary: in which buffy never moved to sunnydale, and the first evil runs rampant throughout history. buffy—the slayer, reeling from the loss of her mother and the responsibility of caring for her sister—is teamed up with willow, a witch with a penchant for over-using magic. in dreams, they (time) travel to new places and work to keep the slayer line safe.

read on AO3

“You wanna move on to the next place?” Amy asks. She’s not finished her drink yet: a martini, Willow thinks. Minus the olive, ‘cause she’d already eaten it.

“I-I don’t know. I kind of have a thing to do later.”

Amy looks at her bemusedly. “It’s 11 PM. You know that there isn’t much ‘later’ left, right? What is it, anyway?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Willow waves her hand and the snow-cloud she’d conjured over the club disappears, along with the blanket of snow-turned-slush that had covered the concrete dancefloor moments before. Amy mimics the movement and her twittering birds leave, too, flying out the front door into an uncertain future.

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- Neo Sailor Moon and The White Paladin
I’m really liking how this turned out, Helios makes a very cute tuxedo man! On his forehead is the symbol for the sun. Chibusa is in her upgraded eternal form - not longer Sailor Chibi Moon, she’s now the only Moon senshi!

Maybe I’ll use this for the cover of volume 2? At the very least it’ll be a cover for one of the chapters :) Stay tuned for more work on my Neo Sailor Moon Comic, and Chapter 2 of Earth Guardian Mamoru is very close to finished!
🌙 🌕 ☀️ ⊙ ☾ 🎀 🌸

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

for @sterekseason ‘s 25 days of sterek and the prompt ‘holiday baking’

read on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8745712

“So,” Stiles said as he walked into the loft. “I know I said I’d make all the cookies for the pack Christmas dinner and I am but I figured I’d make them here because then your place will small nice and then I don’t have to figure out how to transport dozens and dozens of cookies from my place to here so here I am.”

Derek looked up from his book, quirking an eyebrow before nodding his head towards the kitchen.

“Thanks man.”

Derek went back to his book, hoping he could at least finish the chapter before Stiles inevitably distracted him.

Today wasn’t his lucky day though because he got another sentence in before Stiles’ humming got his attention.

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Jumin Han Fic Chapter 5

HOLAAAA BABIES~ So please don’t hate me because I released this SUPER late. It’s a short one and personally not a favorite, but I finished chapter 6 as well and it will be released this Sunday after a few finishing touches. Please show this post and yo gurl some loooove and reblog/like/follow. MKAY THANKS
Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4

It had been over a week, ten days to be exact. Jumin had not seen the girl, he was at least looking forward to seeing her in class, but she missed both meeting days. Surely that would have quenched his need, hydrated his curiosity for her, his growing affection for her. He felt restless, he was a bit worried but more than that he simply wanted to see her. Again, this need for foreign to him; not once did he feel like this before. He was becoming desperate and made up his mind, he would see her once and then that was it. After that, he would go back to normal right?

He took his phone out and begun dialing. “Hello hello, thank you for calling Defender of Justice, agent 707, how can I help you Mista Trust Fund Kid, its quite rare for you to call me.”

“Luciel, please be serious, I need your help finding someone. She is my classmate and I need her address, her name is MC.” Jumin said, instantly regretting that he called Luciel.

“WOAAAAH. YOU? LOOKING FOR A GIRL? I guess Jumin Han does NOT gay? Who knew?” the hacker replied, laughing hysterically.

Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, “What have I become,” he thought to himself. “Please be serious Luciel, don’t make me regret calling you. Can you do it or will I have to find other means?”

“Of course I can find her, but what’s in it for me huh?  I want to see my Elly~” Luciel chirped.

Jumin was willing, but surely he could not sacrifice his beloved Elizabeth to the hacker’s mangy hands. He needed to see this girl, though. He could feel his heart tightening simply from the lack of seeing her face. He pined for more. “Fine, you may see Elizabeth the 3rd for 90 minutes but Assistant Kang must be present and so will three bodyguards. I will have them shoot you at even the slightest sign of abuse. Got it?” Jumin replied irritably.  

“Wow, you must really like this girl huh? Well, while we were bartering I found her and her address. At least I know you have nice taste, who knew you would be into foreign girls huh?” Luciel said sounding awestruck. “Her address is XXX 5Xth Street, be safe~ GOD SEVEN OUT.” Like that, the eccentric man was gone.  

Jumin immediately called Driver Kim and gave him the address. He sat in the car, once again admiring the scenery of the city. He thought about how easily he had sacrificed Elizabeth the 3rd and tried reassuring himself that this girl was worth it. Deep down, he knew, she most definitely was.

“GUYS PLEASE CALM DOWN.” MC was shouting at the top of her lungs. She was at her wit’s end and felt like ripping her hair out. “We will not be doing any more activities if you cannot behave.”

Her three younger brothers and younger sister looked at her as if she had just said that the world was ending, and sat down immediately. She laughed to herself, thinking about how absolutely adorable her younger siblings were when she heard a knock at the door.

“Ugh who on earth could that be, I swear to god if it’s another Jehovah’s witness…” she walked to the front door, trying to wipe that paint off of her face and dust her clothes off. “Listen, buddy we’re not int-“ she was rendered speechless at the sight of the corporate heir standing in front of her.

“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked, still in disbelief that he stood in front of her. He cleared his throat, and fiddled with his tie, looking visibly uncomfortable. “You hadn’t shown up to class this week, so as a courtesy I brought you some notes. I believe a thank you is in the works? Or do you commons simply not use that word?”

She rolled her eyes and was about to tell him exactly where he could put his notes and entitled attitude when her two younger brothers and peeked from behind her. “OOOH who’s that your boyfriend?” they asked teasingly.

She laughed and was about to deny it when she noticed that Jumin was blushing profusely. She couldn’t help but find it adorable that he was so flustered with their teasing, it was a bit…cute.

“Mister, can you come inside and help me? I need to finish my art project and someone has to color” MC’s younger brother grabbed his finger and began dragging him inside.

“Wait you can’t do that, he has to get back to his work, right Jumin?”

He gazed at her for a while, before walking into her home and sitting in between the kids. “Well, I guess he is joining us.” MC thought to herself. She was looking at him; he looked so out of place with his 3-piece suit in her home. Suddenly she felt self-conscious, “He probably is thinking that my place is a dump. On top of that, I look like shit, with my tattered t-shirt and sweatpants.” A million thoughts were running through her head, but she looked at him, and he was being extremely genuine with the kids, trying his hardest to help with their art project. Her heart skipped a beat, she loved seeing him interact with her siblings. “Maybe I’ve been too harsh on him, he actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy.”

She walked over to the kids and the corporate heir and sat down. She watched him, as he listened intently to the kid’s stories, and gave advice seriously as if this was a business meeting and they were his clients. She laughed to herself, finding this entire odd situation so adorable, she thought she was dreaming. He glanced at her at the sound of her laugh and gave her a soft look with a small smile.

Sure, she had known that he was handsome, but until this moment she never felt attracted to him. The small smile was so genuine and sweet, she could feel her heart skip a beat when she noticed him trying to stifle a yawn.

“I wanted to apologize for being dragged in by the kids, you seem tired too, are you alright?” MC asked, trying to create small talk to slow the rapid pace of her heart.

“Ah yes, I anticipated that I was going to visit today, so I had to complete all of my work yesterday, causing me to lose some sleep. A few clients also called early in the morning to try rescheduling meetings which interrupted my sleep as well,” he answered robotically.

“But aren’t you the heir? You’re promised the company, why are you putting in so much effort?” MC asked, genuinely confused. She knew that if she was promised a multi-million dollar corporation she would definitely take it easy.

He chuckled, “Yes it may be true that I was born into a great opportunity, and I am very fortunate for that. However, I have to work twice as hard, I have to prove to everyone that I am not just a figurehead, that I was not simply handed this position because of who I am related to.”

She looked into his steely gray eyes in admiration. She felt a pang of guilt, for being so rude to him, when he clearly had been working so hard. She was going to apologize when all four of her siblings grabbed onto his arm, her younger sister whispered something into his ear. He blushed and simply nodded, sending the kids squealing. Confused, she demanded the kids clean up and get ready for dinner.

“Would you like to stay for dinner? It may not be some five-star restaurant food but it doesn’t taste so bad? We can have some coffee afterward too?” she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

“Yes I would love to , thank you MC.” He replied glibly as he stood to wash his hands.

She didn’t bother replying. She turned around briskly, “what on earth is wrong with me? Why am I acting all shy and happy because he’ staying for dinner? Good god, if I am turning into one of those annoying bitches at school seriously, smite me right now.” She began setting the table, thinking deeply about how the day was turning out, trying to deny how fast her heart was racing.

X-Files Fic: Reminiscence, Chapter Five

Just about there, guys!  One more chapter should do it!

Previous Chapters: one | two | three | four

Skinner wakes up scowling, and he aims his glare straight at Mulder before he’s even finished sitting up.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on,” he growls, “but something tells me it’s your fault.”

“What gives you that idea, Sir?” asks Mulder innocently.  He’s not entirely able to suppress a smile.

“Because usually, everything is your fault,” Skinner grumbles, rubbing his temples.  

“Not this time,” Mulder says.  "At least, not entirely.  If it were all my fault, there might be an easier fix.“  Frohike appears with a glass of water, which he hands to Skinner, who regards all three Gunmen warily as he accepts it.

"Forgive me for being rude,” says Skinner, “but aren’t all three of you supposed to be dead?”

“Rumors of our death have been greatly exaggerated,” says Frohike, grinning cheerfully.

“Seems to be a lot of that going around,” says Skinner.  He takes a long drink of water.  

“What do you remember?” asks Mulder.

“I remember… I remember waking up like normal, three days ago,” says Skinner.  "I felt like shit, but I assumed it was because I hadn’t slept well.  Because of the storm.“  Mulder and the Gunmen exchange glances, which Skinner, busy with his water, doesn’t see.  "I went to work… and it was a completely normal day, right up until you showed up in my office.”

“So the first time you saw Agent Fowley….”

“She came into my office an hour later,” says Skinner.  "She wanted to talk about the report on the case in Iowa the two of you had investigated last….“  Skinner trails off, frowning.  "No, that’s not right,” he says.  "Agent Scully is the one who investigated the case in Iowa with you.  Diana Fowley should be dead.“

"Sorry to disappoint,” says a muddled voice from the couch, and everyone whirls to face Diana.  She hasn’t opened her eyes yet, but she’s already massaging her forehead, doubtless trying to rid herself of the same headache that Mulder and Skinner had both woken up with.  As everyone whirls to face her, she pushes herself slowly to a sitting position.  Byers disappears for a moment and reappears with another glass of water, handing it to her.  She drinks gratefully.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is happening here?” Skinner pleads.  Mulder and the Gunmen look at each other, unsure of where to begin.

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XD I’m coming back real soon!!

To gear up for finishing the first chapter of Last Night, I’m gonna do a short n steamy side comic!!

It’ll be biweekly updated and will start in the first week of January!!
This will give me time to draw out all the remaining pages so I can get them out right after!!

And give me time to finish writing out chapter 2 and get at least half of its pages drawn!!

Stay Tuned!!


I’m half-way finished making chapter 1!

Feels like slow going cause I’m still figuring stuff out & learnin - and can’t be happy with my work, yet. I haven’t felt this in a while, but with an old project like this it seems like it always feels better while you’re dreaming about it, and hard to replace those perfect vague ideas;; 

But anyway - feels good at least to be learning! Gonna get there slowly but surely.


Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi


A/N: this wasn’t requested but i’ve actually been working on this fic since the new year but i finally finished it! this will be a chaptered fic, that’s why it ends where it does. i really really hope you all like it! and don’t worry, i’m still working on drabbles.

wc: ~4K

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Pure - Chapter 6

Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.

A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.

WARNINGS: RATED E (I’m not kidding about this one) for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners), mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

I’m not sure how long I’m out here when the door opens and Peeta’s heavy steps cross the patio before he sits down next to me. I immediately take his hand in mine and search his face for some kind of hurt.

“My brothers say you’re sharpening your battle axe. So who’s the enemy?”

I snort and shake my head. “Shouldn’t we talk about you?”

Chapter 6 is now posted on AO3 and Fanfic.net

We’re just over halfway done with this story and I wanted to thank all of you who’ve taken a risk on this story, given the rather disturbing opening. Hopefully, I can bring it to a satisfying conclusion for you. Since the next three chapters are already drafted, and chapter 7 has already been through the beta process, updates should occur fairly regularly from here on out. Thanks as always to @peetabreadgirl for editing and keeping me on task…even though there’s that one story idea that we’re both just DYING to write/read. ;-)

30 Days of Knitting

Day 1: What was your first finished project?

A basic garter stitch scarf using three colors of Wool-Ease Thick & Quick. It was in the first instructional chapter of Stitch n Bitch.

Day 2: What is currently on your needles?

Day 3: Do you have any other WIPs (works in progress)?

Day 4: How did you learn how to knit?

Day 5: How long did it take from the time your learned how to knit, to finish your first project?

Day 6: What is your favorite piece that you’ve knit?

Day 7: Your least favorite?

Day 8: What’s your most challenging project?

Day 9: What fiber or yarn do you love working with?

Day 10: Do you have a favorite pattern or designer?

Day 11: Do you have a “Knitter Hero” or someone that is just way too awesome for their own good? Do share!

Day 12: Where do you keep your stash? Post pictures!

Day 13: Do you have yarn that you love but can’t find a project for?

Day 14: What’s the worst yarn/fiber that you’ve worked with and why?

Day 15: What was your least favorite pattern and why?

Day 16: Have you ever had a knitting related injury?

Day 17: Have you ever had a project that you loved become ruined? What’s the story behind it?

Day 18: Do you knit English or Continental?.

Day 19: Do you watch movies and/or listen to podcasts while knitting? What are your favorite things to knit to?

Day 20: Do you knit in public? Was anyone offended/incredibly happy/curious that you were doing so?

Day 21: Do you knit gifts for friends and family for the holidays or birthdays?

Day 22: Have you ever stricken someone off your to-knit-for list because they didn’t appreciate/take care of your last knitted gift to them?

Day 23: If you had the supplies (and patience) for it, what project would you start today?

Day 24: Have you ever made your own pattern or dyed your own yarn? How did it turn out?

Day 25: Do you have a knitting book or a place where you keep patterns, ideas, size measurements? Post a picture of it!

Day 26: Have you ever been a part, or wanted to be a part of a knit-a-long? What was it? If not, why?

Day 27: How do you acquire most of yarn? Online retailers, local yarn shops, swaps, or large chain craft stores? What’s your favorite?

Day 28: Do you do any other crafts besides knitting? What are they, and did learning to knit come before or after learning these other crafts?

Day 29: Do you have any tips, or things that you’ve learned from knitting?

Day 30: What’s your name on Ravelry? If you don’t have a Ravelry account, why?

In Hushed Whispers Part 3 [ChocobrosxReader]

Chapter 3 is up! Link to Chapter 2 is here!

This chapter game me so much trouble. I think I rewrote it at least 5 times and I am still not satisfied. Please let me know what you think.

Tomorrow I will finish some of the requests I received, mostly the one-shorts and some headcannons so be on the look out. And now without further stalling

Please enjoy!

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