Episode 104, Sneak Preview. Something I didn't realize until this relisten is how close all these episodes are to each other. I didn't realize that it went Michael backstory to Bug Wife episode to Monster Pig to Tim backstory all one after the other. That's one thing I love about this series, they never waste your time. I can't think of a single episode I would recommend skipping in the whole show.
Originally, the zine manufacturer had given us the estimate of June 11th for the zines to be shipped or delivered to our packing/shipping organizer. As of yesterday, June 17th, we received the tracking number and the physical zines are being shipped!
Merch like the keychains, pins, etc. are still in production with the manufacturer. However, the merch we printed in house has arrived to our packing/shipping organizer! Look at how cute the print and stickers are!!
When we have more updates, our contributors will be the first to know and then we will update you all! Digital zines will be sent out to non-contributors once we have started shipping the physical zine and merch to people. Don’t worry you haven't missed it! 💛💙
Even now, almost two years later, Dick still finds himself waking from a light doze in a near panic when he can’t recall Jason’s whereabouts.
In his dreams, Jason smiles. Breathless laughter erupting out of him like light from the sun when Dick scoops him up, not understanding the frenzy with which Dick checks him over but submitting to it all the same, confusion giving way to indulgent exasperation regardless of how many times Dick buries his face in the owlet’s hair and cries. Like he doesn’t understand why Dick clings to him like his life depends on it, like he’s just been away for a few minutes to fetch a glass of water and doesn’t get what the fuss is all about about.
And then Dick wakes up, the comforting smell dissipating along with the dream, and Dick wishes he could reach inside his chest and claw the heart right out of it.
This one is a more open blog where you actually interact more with the characters, story, suggest stuff for characters, etc. My blog Step Right Up, Darling while also is…it’s more of a set storyline with plot points. This one is a more just for fun one, it has its story and plot lines but much more open for anything. Can’t wait to actually post its first panels…just need to design other stuff before I do so.
You didn't think I'd FORGOTTEN about this one, did you?
Azriel was not a naturally demonstrative person; most of the time, he could be read by silences and microexpressions. He watched the jump in the Shadowsinger’s clenched jaw and caught the subtle flare of his nostrils, the flicker of cobalt in his siphons. “I deserved that. But this isn’t about me,” he responded in a tight voice. “This is about you, and Mor, and the fact that you, Cas, can’t understand which battles to pick, which to walk away from, and how to make a godsdamned decision to save your life.”
“Oh, get fucked,” was the only response Cassian can muster.
“No, you get fucked,” he parroted back. “For someone who said they would die for their mate, you’re awfully nonchalant about the fact that right now, either Eris fucking Vanserra has made off with her to do Gods know what or you two managed to drive her away. Her mate abandoned her on her mating day and her soon to be sister-in-law said called her a mistake! Who knows whether she’ll even want to return?”
“I drove her away?” Cassian roared.
“You helped. Mor here did more of the heavy lifting.”
Cassian glanced to his left; Mor’s gaze was on the stones below. Another awkward silence filled the room.
“And you.” Az looked to Morrigan now, leaving Cassian to fume in the seat next to her. “What, Mor—and I mean this with all the respect due that five centuries of friendship has built—in Hel were you thinking back there?”
He expected anger. Morrigan was the furthest thing from a shrinking violet, but instead, Cassian watched the color drain from her face, saw her shift in her seat and stiffen until her posture was ramrod straight and her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had gone white.
It struck him, at that moment, that she reminded him of… well, Nesta of all people.
“I—I don’t know,” she said quietly, taking a shaky breath. She didn’t meet Azriel’s gaze. Cassian wondered whether she actually could. “I was just so—so angry when she stopped in the middle of the aisle the first time, that when Amren said something to me, I responded with the first thing that came to mind.”
The Shadowsinger narrowed his eyes. “What did Amren say?”
“I think I won our bet.”
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Tags behind cut! Let me know if you want added/taken off for this story! This one is kind of a weird list as it's like... half the taglist from We Both Go Down and the other half from Harrowed and Haunted, along with people I tag because we share a server, lol.