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[spotlight-of-the-week]

Spotlight Of The Week #11

 Welcome to our 11th Spotlight Of The Week! This week’s writer is . . .

@sarnai4! 

This week’s author writes a bit of everything. Her passion is writing original works and novels, but she also posts fanfiction in her spare time. Eventually, she’d like to write songs too since she;d adore having some of her works become musicals! Generally speaking her works tend to be on the longer side. 

Check out her ao3! 

The Changing Waters Trilogy (series blurb):

In the underwater kingdom of Jiol, the young sorcerer, Kostas, and his best friend, Adara, must save the lives of their fellow villagers. Against them are the royal guards who have been ordered to massacre anyone fitting the description of a mutated Jiolan—anyone like them. With sorcery, seers, ocean monsters, and cruelty from within the palace walls, not all is as it appears in Jiol. It is up to these young heroes to learn how to lead a village in a revolution and what lengths they will go to protect those who they love. Follow the Jiolans through a tale of courage, betrayal, loss, and self-discovery. (Find it here)

Greek Skits-ology. (Blurb):

Retellings, desperately needed therapy, face-to-face interviews…and Greek mythology to act as the glue. Greek myths take a turn for the comedic because sometimes, a king needs to be warned before he asks for the golden touch; other times, a sparring session gone horribly wrong causes a father-daughter duo to get family counseling; and if nothing else, a certain family of immortals simply must jabber on to the first mortal who invites them over for an interview. Greek Skits-ology is a collection of short stories based in and around the world of Greek mythology. Whether following the perilous journey of an Argonaut or an equally frustrated and doubted seer, hop onto your favorite griffin and enjoy the ride. (Find it here)

Mind of a Pirate. (Blurb):

Pirates and psychology make for an unconventional mix, but in the year 1700, it was not also uncommon. There was a pirate crew led by Captain Snake. She was fearsome—ruthless (and saved countless victims from abductions, slavery, and the cruel treatment often given to those with psychological disorders). Known as Lesia by her crewmates, she leads her team on missions to protect those who think the world has turned its back on them. She knows how they feel. Her entire crew does. They all have at least one mental illness—one reason they were treated like outcasts until Lesia gave them a home on board her ship, the Clinic. Here, they can participate in treatments, have stability in their lives, and learn to love themselves. Yet, shadows of the past can never truly be outrun. When darkness looms over the Clinic, Lesia and her crew must deal with a greater threat than ever before. After overseeing so many therapies herself, it becomes time for Lesia to take her own advice: Confront and overcome her traumas. (preorder: here)

 Her writing style tends to lean on the side of having characters go through difficult times, then overcoming them. She loves pushing them to their limits so that there’s tension and a sense of accomplishment when you finally get that happy ending. Most of the time, she writes in third person since she enjoys exploring the story from various perspectives. She wanted to give everyone a bit of time to shine, whether they’re heroes, villains, or side characters. She’s also a sucker for action scenes, so there’s probably a splash of action in the story and a few comedic moments for levity.

And that’s a wrap! Thanks so much for reading this week’s post, and I’m so so sorry it’s late. If you or someone you know on tumblr would like to be ‘under the spotlight’ as well, check out the intro post here or pinned on the top of my blog :)

[sarahsmi13s]

The Surfer and the Paramedic

paramedic!jake 'hangman' seresin

9-1-1, what is your emergency?

when jake was a kid he had wanted nothing more than to play pro-baseball. he loved the sport and worked his tail off to succeed. and he had great prospects to go pro. he had already committed to the texas longhorns, going to college to further his experience before going pro. he never thought he would need a back-up plan... not until his senior year when a raging storm tore through texas and devasted the towns in its path. jake and a few of his friends had made the horrible decision to chase it. only for it to turn around and chase them. the memory of the event is hazy. the visuals of it anyway. the pain? jake remembered it vividly. his leg, from the knee down, had gotten crushed by debris. it was a devastation to his life plans, his dreams. the debris crushed more than his leg... but something came out of that. jake had been saved. his got to keep his leg because of the paramedics and fire/rescue team that managed to pull him out. and that is where jake found a new opportunity. and that's where he met you. the surfer who would change his life as he saved hers...

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hey guys! i know i don't usually leave comments under these but i did mention in this post that this will have a fic to go with it! and once i can get the muse to cooperate with me on things, i will have it written.

and i do want to apologize for not getting this up last week like i said i would. i haven't been feeling quite like myself lately, but im trying to get back to it because i want to share my ideas with anyone that wants to see them. 💜

[mysmoshsideblog]

Serving Cunt: Tumblr Edition

Week Eleven, Cuntegory Three: Forms of Bread

entry one: Htut Thayar Palata (Burmese Flatbread)

entry two: Bolillos (Mexican Rolls)

entry three: Injera (Ethiopian Flatbread)

entry four: Marbled Rye Bread

entry five: Challah (Jewish Braided Bread)

Who is serving the most cunt?

Htut Thayar Palata

Bolillos

Injera

Marbled Rye

Challah

Voting ended onJul 22, 2025

NOTE: although the poll timer lasts a week, poll results will be recorded july 17th at 11:59PST. any votes after that are just for funsies

also psa palata's consonants are pronounced more like paratha than paleta

[ineffablyruined]

Prompt for Week Eleven:

Lingering.

Is there some hesitancy to part ways? Are some feelings harder to bury? Does a touch last a heartbeat longer than usual? Are some demons lurking around somewhere they shouldn't be? I don't know, but @interesting-egg and I can't wait to find out!

The Rules Are Simple:

Every Friday until the Season 3 premiere, I'll post a prompt.

You will have a week to write, draw, paper craft, record, completely scrap and start from the beginning after a crisis of confidence (oh, is that just me?), and post your interpretation of the prompt.

Tag your post #IneffablePromptAThon, #IneffablePAT #Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon, and/or #IPAT. Make sure to use them on Tumblr, X, IG, and AO3 so everyone can easily find your works!

Also tag your posts and AO3 with the Week Number and the Prompt, so we can all tell which prompt your creation accompanies.

Tag me @ineffablyruined in all of your posts, too, so I can reblog!

Add your contribution to the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon collection on AO3 for this week. Link is below!

Look for the next prompt. Rinse. Repeat.

HAVE FUN!

This is meant to be zero stress. If you can't do a week, that's completely fine! Prompt not working for you? Skip it. Going to be late? No worries at all!

It is just meant to be a fun outlet to get your creative juices flowing and keep the fandom well-fed with copious amounts of fic and fun until our Ineffable Duo makes their return to our screens (whenever that may be).

There is no length requirement, no rating requirement, no timeline requirement. It can be canon-compliant, AU, crossover, whatever tickles your fancy, as long as it's Good Omens related and incorporates the prompt. It's all Tickety-Boo!

If you want to be tagged in the posts, let me know!

Link to this week's collection:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tags under the cut:

@naturallyteal @bumblee27 @czitara @martinsharmony @ineffable-xenanigans @dierama-mojo @lickthecowhappy @ineffably-queer-book-lover @eybefioro @crowleys-hips @goodoldfashionednightingale @depraveddame

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

The Remnants

Week #11 Prompt: Sunglasses | Word Count: 898 | Rating: T | POV: Karen Wheeler | Characters: Karen, Steve Harrington | CW: Prior Major Character Death (Unspecified Member of The Party) | Tags: Future Fic, The Party, Unnamed Character Death, A Look at Grief, At Loss, Steve Harrington is Still Their Babysitter Person, The Kids Are Home For A Funeral

Inspired by the song Pink Skies by Zach Bryan.

The kids are in town for a funeral. 

Karen has been listening to them move around the basement, getting ready to go. She doesn't want to make them wait, not on her. Not today.

She's touching every surface in her kitchen, every counter, frantic. It doesn't make any sense. They were just here. She's sure of it.

She laid them out with her purse. She swore she did. 

She's yanking open drawers, then slamming them shut, over and over.

"Can I help you find something?"

It's Steve Harrington, standing at the edge of her kitchen.

She's not surprised to see him, because the kids don't want anything from anyone, except Steve Harrington, and she's had to stand back and accept that this isn't something she can fix.

She can't make a pot roast, and let them run wild on their bicycles. Not now.

If Steve can ease any of this for them, in any way, she'll be grateful. 

"My sunglasses," she says. They have to leave, and soon, but she can't go without them. 

Steve pulls his own sunglasses out of his shirt pocket, and hands them over, "Until yours turn up."

Karen takes them, isn't sure what else to do, and lets him lead her to one of the waiting black cars. He's not a kid, not anymore, none of them are, even if she'll always see them that way.

Even as they have to go to a funeral. 

After, Karen watches as Steve Harrington herds the remnants back through her house. All that's left of their little group. The Party. The fuss and fight gone out of them, now. The boys, and later, the girls, that trampled up and down her staircase, excited and loud, are now long grown. Men and women, somehow here in their places. 

They haven't all been gathered together, not all of them, not in years. Maybe not since Ted's funeral. 

Burying parents, that's the stage of life they've reached. It's a rite of passage that sneaks up on you, hard and fast, and often before you're ready. But it's the order of things, to be expected, even when it's a complete surprise.

But they shouldn't be burying each other. Not yet.

And now that they have, now that the seal is broken, they won't ever be whole again.

It's unfair. 

Now, they're silent as they walk past the doorway, and don't even look at the growth chart they all spent so much time and energy trying to be the tallest mark on. 

She listens to them go down the stairs, and maybe it's her imagination, or her failing hearing, but they still sound exactly the same as they did as kids. 

Now, though, the noise stops too soon. One pair of feet too few.

She leans in the doorway. Listens. Hand touching the carved-on piece of wood. The growth chart on the door frame started as Nancy, then Mike. By the time Holly came, all these other kids had scraped their own right alongside her kids. Cheating, standing on tiptoes, so desperate to grow taller than each other. 

The funeral was beautiful, but the kids are all pretty stoic. Like they didn't even notice. They aren't kids, not anymore. But they still feel like her kids, always will. All of them, and now one is missing. 

They've had a practice run at this at twelve-years-old, but then they got a do-over. They learned to believe in magic, to believe in the impossible being possible.

She knows that won't happen again. This time it's for real. One of them is really gone, dead and buried, and they don't know how to act.

She doesn't know how to act.

She's still supposed to be the adult here. The mom.

They'd spread their wings. Flew far, and wide, but always flocked home, together. 

She's pretty sure that won't happen again. They're cleaning the basement, clearing the drawers, mopping the floor. Steve's been up and down a dozen times, digging under the sink for cleaning supplies, then carrying up box after box, taking them out the front door, and she doesn't know where it's all going. 

Just that it's already gone.

The basement, their safe space, can't go on with one missing. Won't.

So, they're closing up shop. 

And she's having to watch from afar. Only getting kernels of secondhand knowledge from her daughter's ex-boyfriend. 

It's a strange life they've all lived.

But once they got past that, she thought they'd made it. That they'd all be fine. 

That she would eventually go first.

She wishes she could go back to the start. When Mike was so little, and just meeting Dustin, Lucas and Will for the first time. When they were just old enough to ride bikes down the driveway, and then later, out of sight. Not to be seen until the streetlights came on again.

Kids don't roam like that now. Her grandkids sure don't. Their parents, far too well aware of what can go bump in the night.

She listens.

It's quiet, too quiet, down there. 

She misses the sounds of screaming, tumbling dice and curse words they weren't supposed to be saying, but did anyway when they thought they could get away with it. 

She settles in her chair, and gets poked in the thigh. She reaches down, and her sunglasses aren't lost. 

Just broken. 

Just like everything else here today.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun!

[tarlosweddingcelebration]

Prompt 1 — favourite background or underrated moment(s)

Prompt 2 — under arrest / date night

Prompt 3 — "You want me to wear what!?"

This week will run from 28th July - 3rd August.

-> Each week of this event will have three prompts. You can combine or use them individually to create any kind of fanwork(s) you would like to! There is absolutely no pressure to get involved every week! Have fun! I can't wait to see all of your creations!

-> Please remember to tag posts with #tarlosweddingcelebration and/or #tarlosweddingevent.

info/prompts list ☆ questions

[jonsawarriors]

Throwback Jonsa Week Eleven:

not the marrying kind by @woodswit

requested by anonymous

published in 2020-08-02

summary: All Sansa has to do is avoid Jon Snow, Sam's best man, for long enough to see Gilly safely down the aisle at Horn Hill. How hard could it be? She's only staying for a few of the events, and besides, he's a world-famous hockey player, the centre and captain of the Direwolves--he's bound to be too busy to even notice that she's there at all.

It's all going according to her meticulous plans until Gilly's maid of honor bails, and Sansa has no choice but to step in.

tags: Background Jon/Val, Background Sansa/Dickon, wedding au, Jon is a hockey player, Self-indulgent fluff, Jane Austen references if you squint, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

[criticalbakes]

Week Eleven Prompt Reveal!

We have another Vox Machina prompt this week, folks!

First, my dice rolled a one. Then a six. Then a four. But THEN they rolled a 17.

Which is none other than Vox Machina’s artificer, Taryon Darrington!

Create a dish (sweet, savory, somewhere in between, it does not matter) inspired by Tary from Critical Role. Post a picture here on tumblr, and tag it @criticalbakes! You can provide a recipe if you’d like, but you don’t have to.

You will have until next Monday (June 22nd) to make your Tary dishes!

Remember that the dish need only be inspired by the character in some way; it doesn’t have to visually look like the character at all.

Happy baking!