Urgent Post-Deadline Goreswap Pinch Hits - Due April 23
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pinchhitsgoreswap is a multifandom exchange for fic and art, featuring gore. Assignments must be at least 500 words or a sketch on unlined paper, and contain significant gore content.Rules | AO3 Collection
Current Pinch Hit Post
For details or to claim, see the pinch hit post above. These assignments are due April 23 at 11:59 PM EDT.
Pinch Hit #3: Art, Fic - 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018), 镇魂 | Guardian - priest
Pinch Hit #5: Fic - Night Prince - Jeaniene Frost, グノーシア | Gnosia (Visual Novel), Dracula Rising (Cartoon)
Pinch Hit #13: Art, Fic - Stranger Things (TV 2016), 지금 우리 학교는 | All of Us Are Dead (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
Pinch Hit #16: Art, Fic - NoPixel (Web Series), Runescape (Video Games), Iron Lung (2026), Video Blogging RPF, MiSide (Video Game), 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Pinch Hit #18: Fic - 炎の蜃気楼[ミラージュ] | Honoo no Mirage | Mirage of Blaze, 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), Dexter (TV), Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities (TV)
Dept. of Memes
Apr. 19th, 2026 09:25 pmkaffy_rMusic Meme, Day 27
A song that describes how you feel right now
Another tricky one, given that I can never be sure what I feel at any given moment. But I'll give it a try. Here's the song that had me dancing all day, and I think that's as good a way to describe how I have felt most of today.
There are actually two versions of this; one of them being filmed in L.A. (or at least I think that's where it was filmed) and the other one being very Korean. I think I like both of them for different reasons, so here you go.
A song that describes how you feel right now
Another tricky one, given that I can never be sure what I feel at any given moment. But I'll give it a try. Here's the song that had me dancing all day, and I think that's as good a way to describe how I have felt most of today.
There are actually two versions of this; one of them being filmed in L.A. (or at least I think that's where it was filmed) and the other one being very Korean. I think I like both of them for different reasons, so here you go.
Notes of Desperation: Skullport
Apr. 19th, 2026 07:58 pmsenmutAO3 Link | Notes of Desperation: Skullport (2,250 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Zaknafein Do'Urden, Jarlaxle Baenre, Malice Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Vierna Do'Urden, Original Drow Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Torture, Escape, Rebuilding, Reunions
Summary:
"Rule number one," Zaknafein began as they were situating the few things they had in a shared room. "Don't leave this building without me or someone I designate. Rule two, don't let on that you never went through school. Rule three, tied to that, try to act a little older."
Drizzt twisted up his features in distaste for that last; he didn't know what he was supposed to be like! He'd gone from being a student of Zaknafein to a curiosity in a mercenary band's den!
"I can take most typical fighters," Drizzt reasoned. "I have command of several cantrips now. I don't think anyone would notice I never attended.
"But… what do you mean by acting older?" He took the magical statue his father had given him out and settled on his narrow bed, just tracing the warm lines of the animal shape. Zak had told him it was a surface cat, and he was hopeful he'd see one in this strangely half-lit place.
Zak paused, glancing over. "If you have questions, hold them for me, for when we're alone. Try not to be too amazed at new things you see. And focus on being seen as serious. It will hold others at bay, while we get to know them, and figure out who will actually test us, and our placement here."
Drizzt wanted to ask why that was even a thing, but all of the discussions to this place, and ones he'd had in the other place with the mercenaries, had led him to believe that drow were just… given to being difficult at each other.
He didn't like it, but he still had a lot to learn, to understand what he wanted to be.
"Is there a wizard on staff?"
"No. We'll figure out how to find one to pay to find the thing's name, son," Zak told him. "Just try and be patient. You could live a very long time, now we're away from the women of that city."
Drizzt didn't understand that either, except in all the ways he'd been hurt by Maya and Briza both. Mother hadn't, not often, but Zaknafein had explained that too. Mother had wanted him to be like Zak, in skills, to replace the older man. But also be more pliable, someone she could actually control.
"So pretend to be as sour-faced as possible, and don't talk much? I can do that. It's how I survived Maya."
That got a wince from his father, and then Zak was in his space, folding him into a tight hug.
"Just until we understand where the threats are, son. I prefer your smiles, and I don't mind your questions… even if I don't ever seem to know the answers."
Drizzt hugged him back, and then settled back on the bed, so Zak could finish placing his traps how he wanted them.
Generally, Elkantar was not asked to go into Skullport for any of the bands that wandered the Sword Coast. While it was not spoken of openly, elder members in every group knew he had been rescued there from his enslavement.
The only reason he had volunteered this time was because he distinctly remembered a certain lichen that would benefit them all could be found in the lowest levels, and it was needed to treat an ailment that had settled on their younger members, a rash that thinned the skin and caused sores if it was pressed or abraded too hard.
He did let Laeral be the one to spirit him down inside the subterranean city, rather than risk taking a party with him through the ways they had learned through the Undermountain. She had disguised herself as a half-drow woman, having made the acquaintance of the up and coming sword mistress to Qilué's wanderers.
Elkantar kept his eyes open, his ears attuned to the threats around him, and a light touch on Laeral as he took her all the way down to the lowest levels on their gathering run.
"Fewer drow out and about than Shana said to expect," he murmured to her.
"My sources say that unaffiliated group recently had a leadership change. Wagering that led to a shuffle of power in all factions," she responded just as quietly.
"Hmm, if you hear more, do pass it on to us."
"Of course."
Zaknafein was flat on the roof of a building, his son beside him, as both observed the movement in the compound nearby.
"What do you see?"
"The women and children are frightened, obeying out of fear," Drizzt began, and Zak filed that under 'strange things about Drizzt' for that to be the first observation. "The soldiers are swaggering, being cruel just because they can, but their posture and bearing is arrogance based on perception. Whatever skill is under it is probably not at the level you demand of our fighters.
"The openness of the courtyard implies magical traps. The lack of protections from above could be carelessness, but is likely more magic. There is no obvious ranking officer outside, though, so they do not believe their protections are without weakness."
"Go on," Zak encouraged.
"The wagon boxes are sitting low for those designs. There's already merchandise in them, heavy merchandise. The traces are in place for beasts of burden… probably those large rothe we saw, given it is set up for two beasts per wagon. They mean to move those goods soon."
"Well done," Zak told him, even as he saw violence starting between two men and one of the women, the kind he had no wish for his son to see. "Come." He hoped Drizzt hadn't picked up that part yet, and hopped up into a low crouch. "See if you can beat me back."
There was a flicker of something in his gentle son before the boy obeyed, though not to race.
"Are we planning to attack them?" Drizzt asked.
"No. We were hired to get the information, which will be delivered to our contract holder. We do not provoke those drow, or the ones in the Temple. We merely cause them inconvenience, and promise better service with our own merchants."
Drizzt looked back, and Zak wanted to swear, seeing emotions flicker over that mobile face before Drizzt started in the direction of their own warehouse.
Maybe he had not understood what was happening and only reacted to the rough treatment, Zak hoped.
Drizzt was sitting on his bed when Zak came in, well after the contract had concluded, and saw his son running his hands over the cat figure. He did that a lot when he was thinking heavy thoughts.
"What is it?"
"It's not right that anyone, woman or man, be as scared as they were. It's not right that people take and hurt."
Drizzt's face came up, resolute, but fear in his eyes for voicing the feelings he'd been growing into since coming fully under his father's tutelage in this far off place. He still remembered, vividly, the beatings for daring to ask questions that implied drow ways were wrong.
Zak came and sat beside his son, bringing an arm up around his shoulders. "Power is the way of drow. It also seems to be the way of every species that lives in this city. Fear, from those that have no power, is normal. Power comes by skill, or position.
"I don't know what to tell you, Drizzt, to make this better for you. But that is the truth that was beaten and shaped into me in Menzoberranzan. Here, at least? There are connections between people, to share the burden of not having power. There's the ability to be family, and keep solid alliances to protect what power can be taken."
Drizzt looked at the figure he held, letting the warm magic it emanated soothe him. He didn't have answers to the gentle words, rebuttals to make his case. His heart just knew this was wrong.
After a full minute of silence, Zak stood, leaving the room so that Drizzt could be alone in his safe space… and wishing he knew a better way to help the boy.
Shana immediately put hand to dirk, beneath the view of the stranger approaching her, using the counter she had her offerings spread on to hide them. Other drow in this city were all too often a problem. The two fighters with her were more visibly ready to stop any altercations, both of them on the street side of things.
"I'm told you three follow different ways, something about a goodly goddess," the man said from several steps away. She appraised him fully, taking in the well-made but functional garb, the twin scabbards of equal length, the fact he wore his hair free save for two side braids to pin the mass of it back. Typical red eyes, slightly above average height for a deep drow, and he could be no other type given the polished jet of his skin tone.
"It need not be cause for strife," she said evenly. "We sell and trade to any in good faith."
His eyes did flick over the wares, mostly dried foods and components not found here, but from above.
"I'm actually looking for someone to teach my son," he said as he closed the last of the distance. "Has very un-drow ways of thinking, and I'm told they line up better with your people.
"Zaknafein."
"Shana," she responded to that unprompted offer of name. No bats, no other symbols of Vhaeraun in his clothing, and she'd caught no symbols of the spider either… but surely the clerics would have known if there was a goodly child here!
"He's my only surviving child, and his heart is just not suited to the work I do here," Zaknafein told her. "Do your people offer teachers for such as cannot be practical in their way of living?"
"We accept any who choose to follow ways closer to our goddess, even if they do not accept Her as their patron deity," Shana said. "We also, saer Zaknafein, tend to know when to seek such people."
The man grunted at that, with a grimace. "He's complicated. Third born, in a House of that Bitch's making. My friends say he's not able to be scryed, sent to, and he's always been resistant to divine healing. Only the salves work easily on him."
Third born. That had notorious meaning from a Spider city. And yet the boy lived.
"Meaning he may be touched by Her magic." Shana took a deep breath. "I cannot make these kind of decisions. But if you can keep him safe for a full moon, I can arrange for someone to meet with you and discuss it more in depth."
"He'll stay safe. I will not let harm come to him." Zaknafein's fierce loyalty to his child came through strongly, and Shana smiled a little.
"Are you sure you do not wish to seek our ways, where children are raised with care by their families?" she offered.
He looked at her, a myriad of complex emotions crossing his expressive features before he ruefully shook his head. "I would not fit in other ways, and have commitments here. I will meet your envoy in one month, at the place they call the Dimmed Lantern."
He then looked at her wares again, and produced coins to buy some of the dried fruits. "For taking your time… and because he delights in trying new things," Zaknafein said, before making his way back the way he'd come.
"Things are very unusual this trip," Neerbryn said, having specifically come to get a feel for the differences in the drow factions that Elkantar and Lady Silverhand had mentioned. Lleona would have come herself, but for once they had overruled their bard-leader.
"I know. Well, nothing for it but to finish our selling and buying, then get back to either your folk, or the Sister herself."
Lleona proved closer, with the rest of the Marauders, and listened to both Shana and Neerbryn describe the encounter. She was blessed with the deep memory a true bard found so useful, and from the mention of name and weapons, she was weighing just how to advise Shana.
"Qilué took her band to the southern tip of the mountains, guided by our Lady," Lleona said. "Rylla went with them, but we should find one another by mid-autumn. However, you don't need to seek her for negotiations on this matter."
"I don't?" Shana asked, but she respected Lleona's insights. The woman had one of the highest success rates for going into the Underdark and bringing all of her people out alive. Or at least able to live again.
"Any of you lot have sending on tap today?" Lleona asked her band.
"I do," Mynera offered, without even looking up from the scroll she was reading.
"Ask the other First Sister if she can clear her plate and come here within the next few days. Tell her no rush, as I'll go speak to this man if she can't make it in time, but it will be worth her while."
"You really think it is the same man?" Cirtlari asked, as she pieced together what had Lleona asking for someone from the other side of the continent.
"Well, she's as good as she can be; maybe the man just breeds goodly people," Lleona said cheerfully, before sitting back to let Mynera handle contact.
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Zaknafein Do'Urden, Jarlaxle Baenre, Malice Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Vierna Do'Urden, Original Drow Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Torture, Escape, Rebuilding, Reunions
Summary:
A winding tale of how three Do'Urdens find family in full.
Notes of Desperation: Skullport
"Rule number one," Zaknafein began as they were situating the few things they had in a shared room. "Don't leave this building without me or someone I designate. Rule two, don't let on that you never went through school. Rule three, tied to that, try to act a little older."
Drizzt twisted up his features in distaste for that last; he didn't know what he was supposed to be like! He'd gone from being a student of Zaknafein to a curiosity in a mercenary band's den!
"I can take most typical fighters," Drizzt reasoned. "I have command of several cantrips now. I don't think anyone would notice I never attended.
"But… what do you mean by acting older?" He took the magical statue his father had given him out and settled on his narrow bed, just tracing the warm lines of the animal shape. Zak had told him it was a surface cat, and he was hopeful he'd see one in this strangely half-lit place.
Zak paused, glancing over. "If you have questions, hold them for me, for when we're alone. Try not to be too amazed at new things you see. And focus on being seen as serious. It will hold others at bay, while we get to know them, and figure out who will actually test us, and our placement here."
Drizzt wanted to ask why that was even a thing, but all of the discussions to this place, and ones he'd had in the other place with the mercenaries, had led him to believe that drow were just… given to being difficult at each other.
He didn't like it, but he still had a lot to learn, to understand what he wanted to be.
"Is there a wizard on staff?"
"No. We'll figure out how to find one to pay to find the thing's name, son," Zak told him. "Just try and be patient. You could live a very long time, now we're away from the women of that city."
Drizzt didn't understand that either, except in all the ways he'd been hurt by Maya and Briza both. Mother hadn't, not often, but Zaknafein had explained that too. Mother had wanted him to be like Zak, in skills, to replace the older man. But also be more pliable, someone she could actually control.
"So pretend to be as sour-faced as possible, and don't talk much? I can do that. It's how I survived Maya."
That got a wince from his father, and then Zak was in his space, folding him into a tight hug.
"Just until we understand where the threats are, son. I prefer your smiles, and I don't mind your questions… even if I don't ever seem to know the answers."
Drizzt hugged him back, and then settled back on the bed, so Zak could finish placing his traps how he wanted them.
Generally, Elkantar was not asked to go into Skullport for any of the bands that wandered the Sword Coast. While it was not spoken of openly, elder members in every group knew he had been rescued there from his enslavement.
The only reason he had volunteered this time was because he distinctly remembered a certain lichen that would benefit them all could be found in the lowest levels, and it was needed to treat an ailment that had settled on their younger members, a rash that thinned the skin and caused sores if it was pressed or abraded too hard.
He did let Laeral be the one to spirit him down inside the subterranean city, rather than risk taking a party with him through the ways they had learned through the Undermountain. She had disguised herself as a half-drow woman, having made the acquaintance of the up and coming sword mistress to Qilué's wanderers.
Elkantar kept his eyes open, his ears attuned to the threats around him, and a light touch on Laeral as he took her all the way down to the lowest levels on their gathering run.
"Fewer drow out and about than Shana said to expect," he murmured to her.
"My sources say that unaffiliated group recently had a leadership change. Wagering that led to a shuffle of power in all factions," she responded just as quietly.
"Hmm, if you hear more, do pass it on to us."
"Of course."
Zaknafein was flat on the roof of a building, his son beside him, as both observed the movement in the compound nearby.
"What do you see?"
"The women and children are frightened, obeying out of fear," Drizzt began, and Zak filed that under 'strange things about Drizzt' for that to be the first observation. "The soldiers are swaggering, being cruel just because they can, but their posture and bearing is arrogance based on perception. Whatever skill is under it is probably not at the level you demand of our fighters.
"The openness of the courtyard implies magical traps. The lack of protections from above could be carelessness, but is likely more magic. There is no obvious ranking officer outside, though, so they do not believe their protections are without weakness."
"Go on," Zak encouraged.
"The wagon boxes are sitting low for those designs. There's already merchandise in them, heavy merchandise. The traces are in place for beasts of burden… probably those large rothe we saw, given it is set up for two beasts per wagon. They mean to move those goods soon."
"Well done," Zak told him, even as he saw violence starting between two men and one of the women, the kind he had no wish for his son to see. "Come." He hoped Drizzt hadn't picked up that part yet, and hopped up into a low crouch. "See if you can beat me back."
There was a flicker of something in his gentle son before the boy obeyed, though not to race.
"Are we planning to attack them?" Drizzt asked.
"No. We were hired to get the information, which will be delivered to our contract holder. We do not provoke those drow, or the ones in the Temple. We merely cause them inconvenience, and promise better service with our own merchants."
Drizzt looked back, and Zak wanted to swear, seeing emotions flicker over that mobile face before Drizzt started in the direction of their own warehouse.
Maybe he had not understood what was happening and only reacted to the rough treatment, Zak hoped.
Drizzt was sitting on his bed when Zak came in, well after the contract had concluded, and saw his son running his hands over the cat figure. He did that a lot when he was thinking heavy thoughts.
"What is it?"
"It's not right that anyone, woman or man, be as scared as they were. It's not right that people take and hurt."
Drizzt's face came up, resolute, but fear in his eyes for voicing the feelings he'd been growing into since coming fully under his father's tutelage in this far off place. He still remembered, vividly, the beatings for daring to ask questions that implied drow ways were wrong.
Zak came and sat beside his son, bringing an arm up around his shoulders. "Power is the way of drow. It also seems to be the way of every species that lives in this city. Fear, from those that have no power, is normal. Power comes by skill, or position.
"I don't know what to tell you, Drizzt, to make this better for you. But that is the truth that was beaten and shaped into me in Menzoberranzan. Here, at least? There are connections between people, to share the burden of not having power. There's the ability to be family, and keep solid alliances to protect what power can be taken."
Drizzt looked at the figure he held, letting the warm magic it emanated soothe him. He didn't have answers to the gentle words, rebuttals to make his case. His heart just knew this was wrong.
After a full minute of silence, Zak stood, leaving the room so that Drizzt could be alone in his safe space… and wishing he knew a better way to help the boy.
Shana immediately put hand to dirk, beneath the view of the stranger approaching her, using the counter she had her offerings spread on to hide them. Other drow in this city were all too often a problem. The two fighters with her were more visibly ready to stop any altercations, both of them on the street side of things.
"I'm told you three follow different ways, something about a goodly goddess," the man said from several steps away. She appraised him fully, taking in the well-made but functional garb, the twin scabbards of equal length, the fact he wore his hair free save for two side braids to pin the mass of it back. Typical red eyes, slightly above average height for a deep drow, and he could be no other type given the polished jet of his skin tone.
"It need not be cause for strife," she said evenly. "We sell and trade to any in good faith."
His eyes did flick over the wares, mostly dried foods and components not found here, but from above.
"I'm actually looking for someone to teach my son," he said as he closed the last of the distance. "Has very un-drow ways of thinking, and I'm told they line up better with your people.
"Zaknafein."
"Shana," she responded to that unprompted offer of name. No bats, no other symbols of Vhaeraun in his clothing, and she'd caught no symbols of the spider either… but surely the clerics would have known if there was a goodly child here!
"He's my only surviving child, and his heart is just not suited to the work I do here," Zaknafein told her. "Do your people offer teachers for such as cannot be practical in their way of living?"
"We accept any who choose to follow ways closer to our goddess, even if they do not accept Her as their patron deity," Shana said. "We also, saer Zaknafein, tend to know when to seek such people."
The man grunted at that, with a grimace. "He's complicated. Third born, in a House of that Bitch's making. My friends say he's not able to be scryed, sent to, and he's always been resistant to divine healing. Only the salves work easily on him."
Third born. That had notorious meaning from a Spider city. And yet the boy lived.
"Meaning he may be touched by Her magic." Shana took a deep breath. "I cannot make these kind of decisions. But if you can keep him safe for a full moon, I can arrange for someone to meet with you and discuss it more in depth."
"He'll stay safe. I will not let harm come to him." Zaknafein's fierce loyalty to his child came through strongly, and Shana smiled a little.
"Are you sure you do not wish to seek our ways, where children are raised with care by their families?" she offered.
He looked at her, a myriad of complex emotions crossing his expressive features before he ruefully shook his head. "I would not fit in other ways, and have commitments here. I will meet your envoy in one month, at the place they call the Dimmed Lantern."
He then looked at her wares again, and produced coins to buy some of the dried fruits. "For taking your time… and because he delights in trying new things," Zaknafein said, before making his way back the way he'd come.
"Things are very unusual this trip," Neerbryn said, having specifically come to get a feel for the differences in the drow factions that Elkantar and Lady Silverhand had mentioned. Lleona would have come herself, but for once they had overruled their bard-leader.
"I know. Well, nothing for it but to finish our selling and buying, then get back to either your folk, or the Sister herself."
Lleona proved closer, with the rest of the Marauders, and listened to both Shana and Neerbryn describe the encounter. She was blessed with the deep memory a true bard found so useful, and from the mention of name and weapons, she was weighing just how to advise Shana.
"Qilué took her band to the southern tip of the mountains, guided by our Lady," Lleona said. "Rylla went with them, but we should find one another by mid-autumn. However, you don't need to seek her for negotiations on this matter."
"I don't?" Shana asked, but she respected Lleona's insights. The woman had one of the highest success rates for going into the Underdark and bringing all of her people out alive. Or at least able to live again.
"Any of you lot have sending on tap today?" Lleona asked her band.
"I do," Mynera offered, without even looking up from the scroll she was reading.
"Ask the other First Sister if she can clear her plate and come here within the next few days. Tell her no rush, as I'll go speak to this man if she can't make it in time, but it will be worth her while."
"You really think it is the same man?" Cirtlari asked, as she pieced together what had Lleona asking for someone from the other side of the continent.
"Well, she's as good as she can be; maybe the man just breeds goodly people," Lleona said cheerfully, before sitting back to let Mynera handle contact.
Check-In Post - April 19th 2026
Apr. 19th, 2026 07:04 pmbadly_knitted posting in get_knittedHello to all members, passers-by, curious onlookers, and shy lurkers, and welcome to our regular daily check-in post. Just leave a comment below to let us know how your current projects are progressing, or even if they're not.
Checking in is NOT compulsory, check in as often or as seldom as you want, this community isn't about pressure it's about encouragement, motivation, and support. Crafting is meant to be fun, and what's more fun than sharing achievements and seeing the wonderful things everyone else is creating?
There may also occasionally be questions, but again you don't have to answer them, they're just a way of getting to know each other a bit better.
This Week's Question: Does your crafting change with the seasons, certain crafts at certain times of the year?
If anyone has any questions of their own about the community, or suggestions for tags, questions to be asked on the check-in posts, or if anyone is interested in playing check-in host for a week here on the community, which would entail putting up the daily check-in posts and responding to comments, go to the Questions & Suggestions post and leave a comment.
I now declare this Check-In OPEN!
Stargate SG-1 Triple Drabble: Deceptive
Apr. 19th, 2026 06:16 pmbadly_knittedTitle: Deceptive
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: SG-1, the Nox.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Setting: The Nox.
Summary: It’s a bad idea to judge people by their appearance.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Unexpected’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
( Deceptive... )
FAKE Double Drabble: Not Afraid Anymore
Apr. 19th, 2026 06:03 pmbadly_knittedTitle: Not Afraid Anymore
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 498: Remember at
drabble_zone.Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ryo doesn’t remember anymore why he was scared to admit the truth.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tags:
Double Drabble: Nest-Sitting
Apr. 19th, 2026 05:54 pmbadly_knittedTitle: Nest-Sitting
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto, Myf.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 913: Hatch, at
torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Myfanwy is feeling broody again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
( Nest-Sitting... )
Exercise
Apr. 19th, 2026 09:28 pmfred_mouseI've been struggling both with energy and motivation for exercise. At some point, I opened a browser tab to Darabee and it has sat there since (best guess: since last year).
Today, I'm browsing it and thinking about options. It has programmes for people with very low fitness, and my intention is to start there. I've decided to look at the options in 'monthly' programs, and filtered only to the lowest difficulty, which gives me 8 options. Which is too many, can't do decisions.
Fortunately! Only looking closer, the Recovery: Post Cold, flu or covid option is 15 days while everything else is 30 days, and committing to the bare minimum feels about where I'm at. Also, I find the title reassuring. So that was a 'eh, pick the easiest' kind of decision making. It lists the exercises as being 'yoga, breathing, stretching', which sure, that sounds like a place to start.
Will I stick with it? Historically no. But the exercise I do any of is better than the exercise I do none of. I .. might remember to check back in?
Further fills at the Three Sentence Ficathon
Apr. 19th, 2026 02:21 pmshallownessFiclets: all original fiction, probably all rated universal. Anything over 100 words will also be posted at AO3. (Yeah, still filling prompts.)
Drifting away. Original fic, OCs, 131 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, any, drifting away’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
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Impossible, Original fic, OC. Second person POV. 74 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, Any, Delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen, which is impossible because you live alone.’
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Silvery moonlight, Original fic, OC, 56 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, Any, Silvery moonlight.’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
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Drifting away. Original fic, OCs, 131 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, any, drifting away’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
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Impossible, Original fic, OC. Second person POV. 74 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, Any, Delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen, which is impossible because you live alone.’
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Silvery moonlight, Original fic, OC, 56 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, Any, Silvery moonlight.’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
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Spring Drabble 19/30: Sherlock, Daffodils
Apr. 19th, 2026 12:29 pmkat_lair***
Title: Daffodils
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Tags: Drabble, Flowers, Language of Flowers
Rating: T
Word count: 100
Summary: The body lies in the flowerbed.
Author notes: Spring defiance from under the crushing forces of capitalism = a drabble a day in April. This one forstonepicnicking_okapi who wanted something for this pairing and spring flowers.
Daffodils on AO3
( Daffodils )
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Title: Daffodils
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Tags: Drabble, Flowers, Language of Flowers
Rating: T
Word count: 100
Summary: The body lies in the flowerbed.
Author notes: Spring defiance from under the crushing forces of capitalism = a drabble a day in April. This one for
stonepicnicking_okapi who wanted something for this pairing and spring flowers.Daffodils on AO3
( Daffodils )
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Summer 2026 Assignments have been SENT!
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Dept. of Memes
Apr. 18th, 2026 08:53 pmkaffy_rMusic Meme, Day 26
A song that helps you fall asleep at night:
I've been away from my journal, and the music meme for a while, and part of that was because I was initially stymied by this. I don't use music to help me go to sleep, although there are times I think about how nice it would be to fall asleep to the sounds of one of my favorite ambient stations. I can't do that, not without keeping Bob awake, or wearing my earbuds until they're completely drained.
But back when Andy was quite young, Bob had a job as a doorman down in one of the ritzier condominium buildings in Chicago's Near North neighborhood; not quite the Gold Coast, but as close as makes no difference. He had a night shift, which meant that I went to sleep alone, which was lonely. After I got Andy to bed, and once I was tired, I would put the Discman that Bob got for me, and I'd put the second CD of Kitaro's* two CD album "Silk Road" on. I'd put the headphones on, and I would listen to the album until my eyes were just about ready to close. I would reluctantly take off the headphones, and fall asleep.
I particularly liked two of the pieces: "Eternal Spring" and "Silver Moon." I'm sharing both of them with you now.
Before I forget, here's a link that will help you catch up with my earlier meme posts, should you be interested.
*I discovered Kitaro through an NPR radio show that our local public radio station played either really late at night, or far too early in the morning. At the time, Bob and I were both young and arrogant about the music we liked, and we made fun of a lot of the ambient pieces this show played, but when the host played some pieces from the Silk Road album, I really liked it, and Bob got me the CDs for Christmas or my birthday. He also later got me some more of Kitaro's work. I haven't listened to Kitaro in a while, but in hunting these pieces down I think I may have rekindled my interest in him.
A song that helps you fall asleep at night:
I've been away from my journal, and the music meme for a while, and part of that was because I was initially stymied by this. I don't use music to help me go to sleep, although there are times I think about how nice it would be to fall asleep to the sounds of one of my favorite ambient stations. I can't do that, not without keeping Bob awake, or wearing my earbuds until they're completely drained.
But back when Andy was quite young, Bob had a job as a doorman down in one of the ritzier condominium buildings in Chicago's Near North neighborhood; not quite the Gold Coast, but as close as makes no difference. He had a night shift, which meant that I went to sleep alone, which was lonely. After I got Andy to bed, and once I was tired, I would put the Discman that Bob got for me, and I'd put the second CD of Kitaro's* two CD album "Silk Road" on. I'd put the headphones on, and I would listen to the album until my eyes were just about ready to close. I would reluctantly take off the headphones, and fall asleep.
I particularly liked two of the pieces: "Eternal Spring" and "Silver Moon." I'm sharing both of them with you now.
Before I forget, here's a link that will help you catch up with my earlier meme posts, should you be interested.
*I discovered Kitaro through an NPR radio show that our local public radio station played either really late at night, or far too early in the morning. At the time, Bob and I were both young and arrogant about the music we liked, and we made fun of a lot of the ambient pieces this show played, but when the host played some pieces from the Silk Road album, I really liked it, and Bob got me the CDs for Christmas or my birthday. He also later got me some more of Kitaro's work. I haven't listened to Kitaro in a while, but in hunting these pieces down I think I may have rekindled my interest in him.
Pass the Hat
Apr. 18th, 2026 08:39 pmsenmutHelp Kat keep her car and move.
This is our former roommate from when I FIRST moved here,darkdanc3r.
If you can signal boost, great. If you can donate... claim a drabble from me for helping a friend.
This is our former roommate from when I FIRST moved here,
darkdanc3r.If you can signal boost, great. If you can donate... claim a drabble from me for helping a friend.
Like a cupcake with wings
Apr. 19th, 2026 12:01 amshadowhiveSo I did end up going today, though more cause mum announced (last night) that I was ‘going no matter what’ which kinda meant I didn’t have a choice.
The new sfx came this morning, so I took that with me and read some of the reviews. The cover of the issue is about Stranger things tales of 85, plus the issue has stuff on From (which I need to watch) and some horror things. The teaser for the next one has Lestat (I still need to watch Interview).
Once I was in town I went straight to the record store and didn’t have too much luck. It had been open since 8 and I got there after 10 so I wasn’t surprised the BMTH album had gone (and they didn’t even get the Pokémon one). It wasn’t a total loss though, I did get the Doctor Who one, which was a red vinyl of The Rescue.
The Smiths had Star Wars cards which surprised me so I got some, along with some cheap sweets and drink.
Then I went in the art gallery. Third floor was closed to prep for a new exhibit and some other rooms seemed closed off too alas, but there was a nice photography one on the top floor and I saw my fav painting that they have (this one). What surprised me though was seeing there was a Picasso and a Van Gogh in the regular collection.
(Speaking of art we’ve been watching something about japan every week night, one ep had cute deer! And mum saw the great wave painting and loved it which was sweet)
I didn’t go anywhere else really but from a cancer charity shop I got a bake off apron, Fairy Tail dvd, Agatha Christie book and hellfire duvet set.
At the cinema I had waffle fries and read some of the sfx.
I ended up seeing The Magic Faraway Tree and The Mummy which were both wildly different. One was U and the other was 18.
But first trailers. A fair few were ones I’d seen but new to me were
Charlie the wonderdog: looks fun enough, basically a dog gaining powers cause of aliens and so saves people (plus there’s an evil cat)
Hitpig: trailer felt too short to come up with proper thoughts but it looks nice
Ice Cream Man: First time seeing the trailer and… eh. I don’t think I’ll see it. (Kids killing adults causa something in ice cream just doesn’t sound appealing)
Evil Dead Burn: wasn’t too sure what to make of trailer but then I’ve not seen Evil Dead fully before so…
Other stuff was standard current horror film trailers: Passenger (not the new one sadly), Obsession, Backrooms (yay Backrooms twink!), Hokum (a new trailer, which is better at selling it). I’m probably gonna see all of those.
And now film thoughts. Under a cut as always.
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That ends month 9 of the pass. Ironically I’ve seen 9 films during it, which is the most I’ve done in a month. (Also with these last 2 I’m over 20 for the year already which is crazy when you think most ray I’d be lucky to hit 5 the whole year).
Month 9: March 20th - April 20th
20: Project Hail Mary
2: They Will Kill You, Ready Or Not Here I Come
4: Arco, Super Mario Galaxy (3D)
13: Exit 8, Undertone
18: The Magic Faraway Tree, The Mummy
Obviously my fav of these was a Project Hail Mary but most of them are all pretty strong. I feel They Will Kill You is the only real weak link and even that was still entertaining enough.
Next cinema trip should be Hokum or maybe the Sheep Detectives or both (but I would like to see Hail Mary again too)
I have, belatedly, watched the next Doctor Who ep in my run (Resurrection Of The Daleks) but thoughts on thwt will come later cause I’ve happend enough and yawning.
The new sfx came this morning, so I took that with me and read some of the reviews. The cover of the issue is about Stranger things tales of 85, plus the issue has stuff on From (which I need to watch) and some horror things. The teaser for the next one has Lestat (I still need to watch Interview).
Once I was in town I went straight to the record store and didn’t have too much luck. It had been open since 8 and I got there after 10 so I wasn’t surprised the BMTH album had gone (and they didn’t even get the Pokémon one). It wasn’t a total loss though, I did get the Doctor Who one, which was a red vinyl of The Rescue.
The Smiths had Star Wars cards which surprised me so I got some, along with some cheap sweets and drink.
Then I went in the art gallery. Third floor was closed to prep for a new exhibit and some other rooms seemed closed off too alas, but there was a nice photography one on the top floor and I saw my fav painting that they have (this one). What surprised me though was seeing there was a Picasso and a Van Gogh in the regular collection.
(Speaking of art we’ve been watching something about japan every week night, one ep had cute deer! And mum saw the great wave painting and loved it which was sweet)
I didn’t go anywhere else really but from a cancer charity shop I got a bake off apron, Fairy Tail dvd, Agatha Christie book and hellfire duvet set.
At the cinema I had waffle fries and read some of the sfx.
I ended up seeing The Magic Faraway Tree and The Mummy which were both wildly different. One was U and the other was 18.
But first trailers. A fair few were ones I’d seen but new to me were
Charlie the wonderdog: looks fun enough, basically a dog gaining powers cause of aliens and so saves people (plus there’s an evil cat)
Hitpig: trailer felt too short to come up with proper thoughts but it looks nice
Ice Cream Man: First time seeing the trailer and… eh. I don’t think I’ll see it. (Kids killing adults causa something in ice cream just doesn’t sound appealing)
Evil Dead Burn: wasn’t too sure what to make of trailer but then I’ve not seen Evil Dead fully before so…
Other stuff was standard current horror film trailers: Passenger (not the new one sadly), Obsession, Backrooms (yay Backrooms twink!), Hokum (a new trailer, which is better at selling it). I’m probably gonna see all of those.
And now film thoughts. Under a cut as always.
( Read more... )
That ends month 9 of the pass. Ironically I’ve seen 9 films during it, which is the most I’ve done in a month. (Also with these last 2 I’m over 20 for the year already which is crazy when you think most ray I’d be lucky to hit 5 the whole year).
Month 9: March 20th - April 20th
20: Project Hail Mary
2: They Will Kill You, Ready Or Not Here I Come
4: Arco, Super Mario Galaxy (3D)
13: Exit 8, Undertone
18: The Magic Faraway Tree, The Mummy
Obviously my fav of these was a Project Hail Mary but most of them are all pretty strong. I feel They Will Kill You is the only real weak link and even that was still entertaining enough.
Next cinema trip should be Hokum or maybe the Sheep Detectives or both (but I would like to see Hail Mary again too)
I have, belatedly, watched the next Doctor Who ep in my run (Resurrection Of The Daleks) but thoughts on thwt will come later cause I’ve happend enough and yawning.
Check-In Post - April 18th 2026
Apr. 18th, 2026 07:04 pmbadly_knitted posting in get_knittedHello to all members, passers-by, curious onlookers, and shy lurkers, and welcome to our regular daily check-in post. Just leave a comment below to let us know how your current projects are progressing, or even if they're not.
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There may also occasionally be questions, but again you don't have to answer them, they're just a way of getting to know each other a bit better.
This Week's Question: Does your crafting change with the seasons, certain crafts at certain times of the year?
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I now declare this Check-In OPEN!
Lonely Prompts Sunday, Week 16 [DW Edition]
Apr. 19th, 2026 05:26 pm↑↑↑ Available dates:
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Hi and welcome to this week's Lonely Prompts Sunday! (6^^;; And sorry for the delay!) If this is your first time at
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[a href="http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/449155.html?thread=70682755#t70682755">MCU, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, She's wearing daisy dukes and one of his button-down shirts.[/a]
(change the brackets to "<" and ">" respectively)
or:
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/139897.html?thread=30155641#t30155641
Burn Notice, Sam/Michael/Fi, "It's always been you. And it's always gonna be you."
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