I cant believe it’s over 😭😭😭 the greatest fic on Ao3
Years and years I've funneled into this fic and finally (FINALLY) it's over. Thank you to all my dear and darling friends and readers who have supported this chaotic endeavor, especially those who left very insightful comments on my poll last week. It was the motivation I needed to see this thing through. Really, I don't have the proper words to express my gratitude :')
So without further ado, the grand finale:
Was it worth it? Will it ever be?
Nim followed after Elianna, and the earth pushed hard against her feet, each step, urging her onward. Move faster. Get out, get out, get out. This world knew all she had taken from it, and linger as long as she liked, it still wanted her gone. It knew of her sickness and alien ways, and like everyone else she loved, dead or living, it too would forsake her. Stubborn and spiteful, Nim dug her heel into the dirt. She wished to shed a piece of herself here, anchor the woman she’d once been upon Nirn, and even if what mangled remnant sprouted into nothing but a cypress knee, wouldn’t it be better than being ousted completely? Surely no woman, mortal or daedra, could be built to withstand such desertion, and how strange that even as a god, her body still recalled the shapes of the wounds this world had carved into her as she’d tried to flee it. How sad to confess that the backhand of its wrath didn’t hurt half as much as its absence.
Jason: “There’s only one person that can get me on my knees.”
Dick: “If you say ‘Jesus’ again, I’m gonna lose it-“
Jason: “Roy.”
Dick: “oh. okay.”
Dick:
Dick: “wait what-“
My beautiful wizard ~
Biggs: Everyone knows Cloud is a bona fide badass!
Zack:
I forgot that I post poems on here sometimes. I usually detest writing poems that rhyme because it’s hard to think of words that rhyme and I kinda just wanna describe an experience without… rhyming. but. Was feeling goofy
(Was aiming for a middle school wannabe poet vibe)
They called for help, just once or twice,
a passing thought, not said quite right.
No answer came, but that was fine
it never did, time after time.
So they shrugged and let it go,
picked up their things, went with the flow.
There was work to do, a list to keep,
and maybe later, they’d get some sleep.
*leans in to the mic* there is no best robin they are all good in their own ways
That time all of the entire batfamily was sleep deprived
Dick: “Tim? Tim! Can you read this? I feel like I’m slipping”
Tim: [slowly walks over]
Dick: “so, what I understand is that the whole operation is settled in New Jersey”
Tim: [reading it over and over] “Dick, there’s nothing about New Jersey in here. Get it together, man”
Jason: “Dick, go lay down man”
Dick: “m’fine”
Tim: [turns around] “I forgot where I put my sandwich”
Dick: “do you want me to call it?”
Tim: [stares at Dick]
Jason: “yes. Please, call Tim’s sandwich”
Dick: [pulls out phone]
Damian: “Grayson, think about it”
Dick: [calls Tim’s phone]
Tim: “hello, this is not Tim’s sandwich”
Bruce: [leans back in his chair] “Dick, leave a voice mail”
Stephanie: “this… this would be so funny if I could hold my eyes open”
Dick: “I’m waiting for the beep”
Tim: [looks at Bruce]
Dick: [realizes] “wait, god- fuck you guys”
Bruce: “I’m honestly shocked you got that far”
Cass: [enters with Tim’s sandwich, eating it]
Tim: [groans]
I finally got some free time so I can finally draw God of War Ragnarök sketches.
I wanted to Draw Atreus and Angrboda because they are adorable…
i've decided i wanna put some poetry on my tumblr so if that's not your thing just ignore it!