EtheralTempest

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[ethereal-tempest]

One Thing for Sure - ch. 1 (Steve Rogers)

A/N: this is first fic I’ve started from scratch in like three years😭 so apologies if it’s not all that great but I had to try and help feed my peoples need for an enemies to lovers troupe with Steve Rogers 🫡

- rating: Mature//MNDI (canon-typical violence, cursing, eventual smut)

- summary: Steve and you simply don’t get along, worse than cats and dogs, to put it simply you hate each others guts. He was a self righteous flag totting asshole who never missed the opportunity to remind you of your fuck ups and you made sure every change you got to annoy him you did. That’s was the thing we’re between you two since you first met but will you ever find a common ground and get along? You team sure as hell hopes so.

——-

One thing for sure and two things for certain. You hated Captain America, that glorified Ken doll drove you up a wall.

His self righteous and arrogant attitude towards you made it almost impossible to understand what people see in him. You were coming back from a mission when you got a call from him over a secure line,

“You were supposed to be back hours ago Y/N.” You scoff and roll your eyes as you step into the quintet and bring her to life. “You know the time goes by so fast when I don’t have Captain America up my ass pestering me.”

You heard a chuckle from the other end of the line letting you know that you were on speaker and someone beside him found your remark funny.

“It’s unprofessional, you should have called in. We’ll be talking about this more when you get back.” The line went dead and you stare at the phone in confusion, who the fuck does this man think he is?

You arrive back at the avengers tower and take slow and cautious steps, making sure not to irritate the cut you received on your abdomen.

You put a gauze over it to hopefully stop the bleeding but it was now almost soaked in your hands. You grab your bag from the jet and sign it back over to the hanger staff and make your way to medical.

“Ms. Y/N I am to notify you to see Captain Rogers when you arrived.” You scoff at FRIDAYs words and say, “Tell the bastard he’ll see me when I’m ready .” You groan as you make it into medical and go to your favorite physician, you throw your bag down in her room and shut the door.

“ Y/N you know people do these things called making appointments— holy shit!”

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[talesfromateacup]

Soft Apocalypse Pt. 1

Sam Wilson moved through the narrow alleyway with the quiet confidence of a man who'd been in too many combat zones to count. Tunisia's late-afternoon sun baked the rooftops and cast long shadows over the crumbling stone walls, but Sam didn't need perfect lighting to know he was being followed.

Three days. Four bodies. Each death cleaner than the last. Each victim tied to a buried SHIELD program that shouldn't have existed.

And now? Now it was his turn to draw the assassin out.

Sam kept his steps calm and unhurried, but every nerve was up, ready. A washed-out marketplace hummed somewhere ahead, the sound of vendors calling to tourists blending with the crackle of radios and buzzing flies. The perfect cover.

His comm fizzed. "Sam, you seeing anything?" Torres asked in his ear.

"Nothing yet" Sam murmured. "But my gut's saying 'get ready'"

He turned a corner- And heard it.

A breath. Soft. Too close.

He ducked instinctively just as a bullet sliced the air where his skull had been a second earlier. Sam rolled behind a low stone ledge, wings deploying just enough to shield him from the ricochet.

Another shot. Then the click of boots. Someone was moving fast.

Sam sprung forward- Straight into another attacker he hadn't even sensed until it was almost too late.

"Really?" he muttered, "Two of you?"

He braced for the strike, but it never came.

Instead, a shadow dropped from the rooftop above like a whisper of wind. The newcomer landed on the attacker's shoulders, twisting him down in a clean, efficient takedown that screamed one thing:

Professional.

The fallen mercenary didn't even try to get back up.

Sam to blinked, "Who-"

"Move"

The voice was female- low, clipped, urgent. She grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward as another shot cracked from somewhere behind them.

And that's when it happened.

The moment her hand touched his skin, something inside Sam's chest flipped upside down. Heat flared under his ribs; no, not heat... emotion.

Hers.

Fear. Guilt. Loneliness sharpened into a blade's edge. A deep, aching longing that slammed into him so hard he faltered.

His breath hitched, "What the-"

The woman froze too- her fingers tightening around his wrist for half a second before she jerked back like he had burned her.

Because he kind of had.

The moment she touched him, she felt him.

Goodness. Steady, unshakeable goodness. Grief that sat heavy but honest. A quiet strength that wrapped around her sense like a shield she didn't ask for.

Her eyes widened; bright, startled, unguarded for a single heartbeat.

It was a mistake. A dangerous one.

Then-

She shoved him behind a broken pillar, snapping back into motion, "Stay down"

Sam shook his head, trying to clear the strange wave of emotion still lingering under his skin, "You want to tell me what that was?"

"No"

Her answer was immediate. Final.

She swiped a dagger from her belt, sent it spinning through the air- right into the throat of the mercenary circling behind Sam.

Clean. Perfect. Too perfect.

And before Sam could say anything else, she vanished.

Not literally, no powers there, but the way she slipped back through the shadows, merging into the crumbling stone as if she'd been part of it all along, left Sam staring at an empty alley with a rushing pulse and more questions than he'd had two minutes ago.

Torres' voice crackled again, "Sam? You good?"

Sam slowly straightened, hand rubbing the ghost-warm imprint she'd left on his wrist.

"I'm fine" he said softly, a lie. He wasn't fine, not even close.

Something about her felt- Wrong. Broken. Familiar. Impossibly important.

And whatever that connection was?

It wasn't going away.

Not for him. And if he guessed right, not for her either.

Sam exhaled, staring at the spot where the mysterious woman had disappeared.

"Torres" he murmured, "I need every file you can find on a... Kaia Vale"

"How do you-?"

"Trust me" Sam hesitated, "I know"

Next Chapter

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[jl8comic]

JL8 #270, Chapter Eight, by Yale Stewart

Based on characters in DC Comics.

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Keep an eye out tomorrow for an important update regarding the future of JL8.

[jl8comic]

The future of JL8 is uncertain.

This is an incredibly difficult post to make for a plethora of reasons, not least of which is that there are a great many people here in the States having much more difficult times, but please know that I’ve been putting this off until the last possible moment, and that moment feels like it’s finally arrived.

It’s no secret that JL8 has been largely inactive for years until very recently. I want to clarify that the lack of updates was never due to a lack of interest or desire to produce the comic, but because of a myriad of health issues—that I’d prefer to keep personal—that I’ve been struggling with since late 2018 that have been preventing me from working on the series with any degree or regularity. As I’m sure anyone can surmise, not working on a comic regularly is not a great way to find success when you’re trying to live as a cartoonist. So much so that at the beginning of this year, my wife and I had a serious discussion about whether it was time for me to accept that I’m no longer capable of making this my living, and that I need to move on.

With the writing so clearly on the wall, and with a LOT of help from support networks, I threw myself into the work in a way I haven’t in years. So far in 2025, I’ve produced and posted more pages of JL8 than I had in the past four—nearly five—years COMBINED, even with occasional spates where my health prevented me from working as regularly as I’d liked. I was, and am, determined to save this project that I love so much, but the reality is that it may be too little, too late. Nine months into this return, and the needle doesn’t feel like it’s moved much.

To be clear, this is a financial problem. I wish that we lived in a world where that didn’t matter, and people could make art for the sake of it without having to worry about how they’ll put food on the table, but that’s not the world we live in. As it stands, it requires about 30+ hours of work per week to maintain the current JL8 output, and that’s only if I have other things—commissions, shop orders—to also work on. If I don’t have those extra obligations, JL8 gets a full 40+ hours per week. A full-time workload. 

I try to monetize my work via convention appearances, commission work, online sales, and Patreon. Conventions are sporadic in occurrence  and becoming increasingly difficult to get into, Of the five conventions I’ve done  in the last 12 months, only one has been truly profitable with three actively losing me money, which is by FAR my worst showing since becoming a professional. Commissions are great but they take a lot of time away from working on comics, and because they’re expensive, fewer people can afford them. Online sales are good, but it becomes difficult when you don’t have time to produce new merchandise, or worse, produce new merchandise that no one cares to buy. Couple that with how hostile social media platforms have become to sharing links to other websites, and they’ve become very unreliable. That leaves Patreon, which is far and away the steadiest stream of income I have, as I receive a payout every month. However, my Patreon pledge total sits at just a bit over $700—seven hundred—a month, and only manages to grow by 4-5 $1 pledges per month. I am eternally grateful to the Patrons who have been supporting me, but unfortunately that amount isn’t enough to live off of.

I’ve never set out to get rich making comics, but I do need to be able to at least pay the bills, and I’m just not sure if producing JL8 can meet that need. Having a number of emergency home and car repairs in the last year have only exacerbated that reality.

As such, starting next week, I’ll be kicking off some massive sales on prints, commissions, original art, everything in an attempt to drum up funds to keep this thing going. You’re also welcome to join the Patreon at any time. But the truth is that if these sales fall flat, I may not be able to continue working on JL8. Please, PLEASE believe me when I say that I’m just trying to be honest about my situation.

I am not entitled to a career as a cartoonist. That decision has always been in the hands of the readers. If you decide my time has passed, then it’s passed, and I thank you for these many years of support. But if you decide to keep me around, believe me when I say I’ve still got plenty of stories to tell.

-Yale

[kate-komics]

I call both of these men babygirl ❤️‍🩹🖤

[ethereal-tempest]

knowing what's coming in chainsaw man makes me want to rip my heart out and stomp on it before they do 😭

[ethereal-tempest]

just read not even 500 words of this fic and I'm ready to delete that last fic i posted on ao3 LOLLL

WHEEW i need to improve my writing IMMEDIEATLY

[kosmogrl]

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in november I'm getting my shit together

[kvothes]

so true

[lesbianredpanda]

Official Wednesday post

[westiec]

It's Tuesday

[shopwitchvamp]

Happy "Not Only Is It Not Friday, It's Not Even Thursday, Official Wednesday, It's Tuesday" Monday, everyone

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

[queso-blanco]

Always the writer, never the reader.

[murrphius]

if you see this post.. it is a sign...you must...write the damn thing yourself.

i'm sorry.

[the-haiku-bot]

if you see this post..

it is a sign…you must…write

the damn thing yourself.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[queen-mihai]

Please write it

Please

No one else has

They don't know to do it

You do

It's OK, it can be you. We'll like it if it's you

[cipheramnesia]

We would also like some readers of the stuff we wrote though.

[digitaldiscipline]

mortifying ordeal of being known

[ethereal-tempest]

pleasee but i feel like my writing is so baddddd

(i've started just posting it anyway)

[ethereal-tempest]

guys i wrote a princess!reader x knight!ghost fic🫨posting it on ao3 but I'm might delete it later lmaooo; i've written so many things over the last couple of years and this is the first thing i'm posting in a long while but idkkkk i lowkey fw it BADDD my writing is great by any means but i like this little story my little brain came up with!!!

i'll post it for the night and maybe archive it in the morning or something idk LMAOOO anyways i'll pos the link shortly for another who wants to check it out!

[ethereal-tempest]

I HAVE NOT PROOF READ THIS BUTTTT I did it gamers! 😩☝🏾 sorry if its ass!!! lmaooo

The Princess and her Knight

yap with me! tell me your thoughts! gimmie feedback (but be gentle😭☝🏾)! i lowkey wanna add a little fantasy to it :3 I'm thinking fae-princess!reader human!knight ghost, it wouldn't be much to change but I'm also cool with just leaving them both as human. i think adding a bit of fantasy element would make it easier when thinking of the "big bad" but i also have ideas if i were to keeping it just a renaissance/medieval era type beat too!

[ethereal-tempest]

guys i wrote a princess!reader x knight!ghost fic🫨posting it on ao3 but I'm might delete it later lmaooo; i've written so many things over the last couple of years and this is the first thing i'm posting in a long while but idkkkk i lowkey fw it BADDD!!! my writing isn't great by any means but i like this little story my little brain came up with!!!

i'll post it for the night and maybe archive it in the morning or something idk LMAOOO anyways i'll pos the link shortly for another who wants to check it out!

[schrissdd]

💦‼️

[ethereal-tempest]

auntie getting old bc when they start doing this🫩???

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