Polyarchives, Polychives, Etc. Etc.

[ID: a drawing of Jon and Tim from TMA. They are both on a cot in document storage, a room full of filing cabinets and messy boxes. Tim is sitting up, with his legs off the side of the cot. His hand is stroking through the hair of Jon, who lies down with a pained expression. Tim is smiling down at him. Jon is depicted as a thin, South Asian man with brown skin and short black and gray hair. He is wearing a tan suit. Tim is depicted as East Asian and pale, with short dark hair, and he is wearing a red collared shirt and tan shorts. End ID.]

My first piece for the Rusty Quill Big Bang hosted by @pilesofnonsense​! This is for @scatteredheroes‘ fic A Zero Sum Game! Be careful to mind the tags, but highly recommend if you like sweet, sweet angsty stuff about Jon and Tim. Go check it out! 

other pieces: 1 2 3

Arizona Gothic

× Summer started in May. It is still Summer, even though it is already the end of October.

× The scorpions are hiding. They are the sand, the wall, the cement. Only the green glow of their bodies at night alow us to slay them.

× There isn't a cloud in sight. The vast blue stretches hopelessly for miles farther than you can see. There is no end to the sky. There never has been, never will be.

× It's only 100°F outside. You thank the sun for being merciful.

× The rain is coming. You can tell by the wall of dust that's rolling toward your town.

× Monsoons have filled the parks with ponds. People swim and kiak there, happy that the ground was too hard to be pelted away by the rain. We do not wish to see what is underneith.

× The sun is bright and for once the wind is cool and gentle. You close your eyes and for a moment you imagine it's a lovely summer day. But it's only the dellusions of an early November.

× The lizards are about.

× The Cooing Doves gather in droves. They are mindless, yet organized. You wonder where they come from.

× Don't go into the desert at night. The military appriciates your cooperation.

× It's lightning storm season. The tease of rain is in the air, but it will never come.

× It's raining, it's pouring, it's unyeilding and destroying.

The Cat has its Heart on the Outside

Available as a fanzine in Swedish with a translation note  here.

Sirius Black ran away from her family and career at 15. At 19 their uncle passes away and she moves to London for a fresh start. It doesn’t go exactly how she planned.

A Marauders SocMed AU

Profiles

Part one

depressed millennial bruce wayne and his tiny (gen-z? gen-alpha?) son (insp)

[ Liar. ]

Cross my heart

and hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

wait a moment,

i spoke a lie

i never really

wanted to die.

but if i may

and if i might

my heart is open

for tonight

though my lips are sealed

and a promise is true

i won't break my word

my word to you.

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye.

a secret's a secret

my word is forever

i will tell no one

about your cruel endeavor.

you claim no pain

but i see right through

your words in

everything you do.

teary eyes

broken heart

life has torn

you apart

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

i loved you then

i love you now

i'll still love you

though i'll break my vow.

i can't hold this secret

any longer

it's hurting you

not making you stronger.

you're my friend

so i'll risk your respect

by hurting you

i can protect

i'll save yourself

since you will not

you might hate me

but i'll give it a shot.

i'm willing to risk

our bond that we own

so long as you're safe

you won't be alone.

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

break my promise

tell a lie

save my friend

though, maybe it's 'bye.'

They're siblings omg ☆

"When he's the one with the insomnia but you have ADHD and a new Pokemon game just released"

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