yeahletsgowiththatone:

This was a practice on Lip Syncing and I knew bentfire like OTH so why not combine OTH and YJ again with this short little scene. It’s humor esque.

starinhercorner:
“30-Day OTP Challenge Day 1: Holding hands
“ “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m… yeah.” ”
Because these two were standing waaaay too far apart for my liking during the League induction ceremony last season
A note: I’m dividing the challenge...

starinhercorner:

30-Day OTP Challenge Day 1: Holding hands

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m… yeah.”

Because these two were standing waaaay too far apart for my liking during the League induction ceremony last season

A note: I’m dividing the challenge between 3 ships so this is one of the ten pics Snaibsel is getting

I MADE A THING

spiritofgracekelly:

Guess what I wrote today?

THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY BIG FAT SNAIBSEL FANFICTION. (Working title).

It’s probably not very good, I wrote it in a rush just so I’d have something to contribute for the Snaibsel One Year Anniversary (which is today), so I’ll maybe re-do it at some point.

My idea for Snaibsel has a very heavy Brittana influence, so beware.

Pre-Time Skip.

BTW, I don’t think Wally is in any way a jerk, that’s just Jealous!Zatanna speaking.

Enjoy and please don’t judge my writing skills too harshly.

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bentfire:
“ “I said,” Artemis hacks, “don’t touch her.”
“Why not?” Zatanna hisses, sounding vaguely amused and vaguely aroused and vaguely infuriated. “Haven’t you ever heard a Martian bone break? It sounds like rocks rolling over each other. It’s a...

bentfire:

“I said,” Artemis hacks, “don’t touch her.”

“Why not?” Zatanna hisses, sounding vaguely amused and vaguely aroused and vaguely infuriated. “Haven’t you ever heard a Martian bone break? It sounds like rocks rolling over each other. It’s a nice sound, Art; we can listen—”

“This isn’t you,” Artemis murmurs, and she wants so badly to believe it to be true, because she thought she knew this muted slip of a girl; she thought she knew the curve of her spirit and her wants and her being.

Zatanna throws her head back and laughs again, but it is different from the soft chuckles that had once gathered in the space between Artemis’s neck and shoulder – her pale throat is exposed and open and Artemis could shoot an arrow right through it now if she had her bow, if she could move.

“Like you’d know,” Zatanna retorts, hiking herself up to her feet. “If I tricked everyone else, I could trick you.”

(Rootless by Brella.)