#IC. ( june moone. )

[juneability]

240321 ♡ thursday! i missed my japanese lecture this morning so today was off to a bad start.

after speedrunning a philosophy quiz (got 97%!),

i attended my boyfriend's class to watch some presentations, and i felt super energized afterwards.

my day turned around completely! we got coffee, explored campus, and studied through the evening.

tomorrow, i plan to get up nice and early before work and get started on group project work. 💪

🎧—dark water, agent fresco

[batify]

@redruins [june]: i've been dead once already.

❛❛ think you're one-of-a-kind? seen the resurrection act before. ❜❜ rare sarcasm bleeds around his lips, replacing the usual stoicism living beneath the cowl. the bat wouldn't often respond in such a way— bruce wayne would. the dark knight keeps to vagueness rather than curt retorts by the tip of his tongue. however, he often doesn't stay up for more than forty-eight hours either. eyes already strained, way past the point of a stinging sensation, he doesn't even want to envision the words that await him once he returns to wayne manor. by the woman's arrival, though— that seems in the distant future. irises trained on her, he wills himself to ignore the pulsing ache beginning to form in the front of his head. he asks an easier question.

❛❛ why are you in gotham? ❜❜

[laufeysvalentine]

death of you, remus lupin

remus lupin x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ remus x friend!reader -- or in which you realize you like remus. and that absolutely terrifies you. requested

word count ༄ 3.4k

nora’s notes ༄ hiii i hate this but probably will not be able to post until may or june soooo here it is anyway 💘 hope you enjoy!

Liking someone has always been the death of you. You could name all of the crushes you’d ever had on one hand–the boy next door in your childhood home, the sandy-haired one at the ice cream shop the summer you’d just turned 13, the guy who sat next to you in potions year 5.  The thing (or the problem, depending on how you look at it) was that few boys proved to be to your liking–but, if they were, you liked them hard. 

These boys had essentially nothing in common. Different personalities, hair colors, stories. The only trait that united them was how much you liked them–and how awkward you became as your relationships progressed. 

You weren’t boisterous the way some of your peers were–cough, Sirius Black–but you weren’t a complete hermit, despite what some of your friends would claim. You kept to yourself mostly. Being on the outskirts of the picture means you’re still in the frame. The thing was that the second you realized your feelings for someone, you would straightjacket yourself. Your personality would curl in on the edges, speech coiled in the pit of your stomach. 

You try your best now to not like people. You’re totally fine until you do, so staying away from that territory is your best bet–at all costs. 

“Are you coming?” One of your dormmates sticks a head back into your room. They’re going to Hogsmeade, or something like that, to meet the new Beauxbatons transfer. 

You emerge from your trance, shaking your head. “No, I’m going to the library. I’ll catch you later, though.” 

You receive a nod and the sound of footsteps running down the hallway, which cues you to pack up your books and head out to study, where you’re planning on meeting Remus. 

The library is one of your favorite places to be. It’s dark but not dank. It’s cozy. Especially when you spot the boy at your table, snug in one of his signature knitted jumpers. You can see his eyes lifting from the parchment spread in front of him to watch you approach. 

“Morning,” he says with his signature quietness–low and firm. Steady. 

“It’s mid-afternoon,” you respond as a grin crosses your face subconsciously. “You feeling alright?”

“Aren’t I always?” He gives you a lopsided smile, taking your head shake as a response. He’s avoiding your question–the full moon’s coming in a few days–but you’re not one to push. That’s why he opened up to you in the first place. “You going to Hogsmeade later?” 

You shrug. “Maybe. My roommates went ahead, though.” 

“Prongs and I are heading over later–actually, the whole lot will, if you fancy checking it out.” He raises his eyebrows, and you consider it. You like hanging out with James and Sirius; they always make you feel welcome, having been adopted into their group via Remus and being in Lily’s circle. 

“Sure, not like I have anything better to do. This is a bore itself.” You gesture jokingly to him and pause to let him pretend to be offended, acting out the dramatics he’s clearly inherited from Sirius. Luckily, he only bemoans your lack of enthusiasm to hang out for a few moments before returning to his studies. Head over paper, neck craned. “Your posture is terrible, Remus.” 

He pouts, still hunched into himself. “Let me live.” 

“Okay, you’re the one who’s going to have back problems when you’re thirty,” you shrug, patting his arm with a hollow affection and pulling back to work on your essay. “But, suit yourself. I let you live and you let me work.” 

He leans over your seat, a deluge of ink and chocolate and smudges of cigarette smoke that tickles you in the best way and leaves you the slightest bit dizzy, to deliver a quick pinch to your earlobe. You think he mutters something like you started it, but with a petty slap to his shoulder, he shuts up and gets back to his essay. 

You’re not sure if it’s hours or minutes that slip between the two of you, but at some point, Remus stands, looking over the table. A quick glance through the cloud-kissed windows tells you it’s still afternoon. Probably. It’s a little too gray outside to tell.

“Ready to go? Think the boys are heading there now,” he yawns, arms stretching above his head. The edge of his wool sweater pulls up, a sliver of his sweetly tanned skin peeking out. 

You stand right after, gathering your things into a bag. “Mhm, let’s go.” 

When the cold nips at your cheeks outside, makes shivers run down your skin, you shudder, running in place to warm up. Remus laughs. 

“That’s rude,” you say with a scrunch in your nose. “I’m freezing my arse off and all you’re doing is laughing at me.” 

He suppresses himself into a broad, open smile. “If I had a hat, I’d give it to you.”

You shrug. “It’s the thought that counts, I suppose.” 

“Yes, it is,” he says solemnly. Somehow, some time, his arm wraps around your shoulder. “To keep you warm.” 

You hum as you enter Three Broomsticks, catching sight of the Marauders immediately. They’re sitting with your roommates, actually, and someone unfamiliar–the new girl, it must be. Your spine straightens of its own accord, shoulders roll back. Remus notices, dropping his arm from you as the new girl catches sight of you. 

There you two stand, shoulder to shoulder, pressed awkwardly together like soldiers. 

“Hi!” She stands, a wave of ink falling over her back in silk curls. She’s gorgeous. “I’m Romy, Romy Roche. From Beauxbatons.” 

You nod, offering her a quiet smile and introducing yourself. Remus does the same before the two of you slide into the booth, you next to Romy, him across. He gives you a sly grin behind his hand, like a secret between the two of you. You’re not sure what he’s smiling at, yet you can’t help but give one back.

Romy turns towards you, doe eyes big and chocolate and shiny. She asks you something that you respond to dutifully, turned towards her. You steal a long glance at Remus to watch his eyes crinkle, soften, then drift off of you to speak to Sirius. You lean your elbow onto the table, latching onto a conversation between Romy and Lily, chiming in when awarded space. 

As the afternoon shimmers to a sweeping dusk, everyone stands, shuffles back to the castle in one big lump. Your roommate comes to sweep her arm into yours, you walking on the outside. She leans into you, mouth almost on your ear. 

“I think Romy’s into Lupin,” she says at a volume probably too loud to be comfortable given both of said people are currently two steps behind you. 

“Remus?” You ask. “She wants Remus?” 

For some reason, those words sour on your tongue, bite at the roof of your mouth. 

She nods enthusiastically as you approach the Great Hall, the richness of Hogwarts dinner steeping into your bodies. 

“Hm,” you say in response, pulling towards your house’s table. You don’t know what this feeling is–something that’s curdling in your chest. Whatever it is, it’s ugly. Romy and Remus. They do sound nice together. You swallow back the bile that climbs up your throat.

It should probably be illegal to wake up as early as your roommates do on a Sunday morning. 

It should definitely be illegal to make as much noise as they do so early on the aforementioned Sunday morning. 

With a groan, you lurch yourself awake before you can help it. You’re at war with yourself, but you can’t sleep with all the pattering around and attempts at whispering–Merlin help them, they’re trying. You think. 

When they see you, one lets out a guilty giggle. “Sorry. Breakfast is over soon, you ready?” 

The groan that escapes you is involuntary, you swear. You force your body upwards and moving, half-awake as you stumble out the door and into the hall. There’s the Marauders, Romy, your friends. Remus. Your eyelids perk open a little more. Romy’s definitely staring at him, they’re sitting next to each other. Maybe she really does like him. 

You slip into a seat beside James Potter. 

“Morning,” Remus says from across the table. His hair is mussed, sleep ringing his under eyes. He smiles at you. It’s lopsided, tilting his cheekbones. 

“Good morning,” Romy echoes, offering a head tilt. A soft warmness flows from her, washing her in a sweet golden. 

“Good morning,” you return with as much of a smile you can muster with drowsiness oozing through your system. 

Remus looks across at you, tosses a sweet your way. “I bought this for you yesterday, at the shops. You better eat it and enjoy. It cost nearly double what it should have.” 

You can’t help the squeal that scratches at your throat. “Thank you, Rem, this is perfect.” 

He reaches into his bag and slides another one towards you. “I’m glad.”

Romy looks at him with a kind curiosity, tapping on his forearm to ask him something that you can’t hear. Your shoulders slouch involuntarily. 

“Are you okay?” The boy asks as breakfast ends. “You’ve been quiet today.” 

“I’m always quiet,” you counter. “Ask anyone.” 

“Not usually.” He raises an eyebrow. “And quiet is different from completely mute.” 

“I’m just tired.” You yawn, accentuating your point. “Catch you later?” 

He nods in response, turning to his friends when they grab onto his elbow. You stand as well, ready to walk out when a body appears by your side. You startle, not realizing anyone had walked up. 

It’s Romy, who shifts her hair away from you, allowing you a whiff of her coconut perfume. She smiles at you. You smile back. 

“Can I walk with you to the dormitories?” She requests, words softened by her accent. 

“Of course,” you find yourself saying, letting her lead you to your common room. 

“So, I must ask,” she says only two feet outside of the hall. “You and Remus Lupin are dating, no?” 

“What?” You step away from her, jaw loosened in shock. You and Remus? Dating? No way. 

“I thought he was cute at first,” she continues, taking your silence as permission. “But I didn’t want to take your boyfriend.” 

“No, we’re not–we’re just friends.” Heat is scratching the inside of your cheeks, burning. 

“Oh, but you are so cute together. You definitely like each other, no?” Her expression is pure enthusiasm. Your heart’s fluttering now, thrashing in your ribcage. 

You don’t like Remus. You can’t. That’s not how things work. No. No. 

“No, I–” you stutter out, blinking rapidly. “I don’t like him like that. No.” 

She tilts her head at you. Bobs her head up and down. Nodding, you realize. She’s nodding. You nod back, once, then turn away. 

“Okay,” she says, turning back to your common room. 

You barely remember saying goodbye to her, it all begins to smudge. You’re in the common room, then your bedroom. You don’t like Remus. You can’t. You know what happens when you like people. Your palms clam. Your whole body clams, condensing you into the pearl of an unbreakable shell. Your shoulders shudder. Convulse. 

Maybe–maybe, you’re tired. You’re imagining things. He’s a friend. A good friend. That’s it. You don’t like him. You won’t like him. 

Then again, you’ve never allowed yourself to think about him that way. In some sort of self preservation, you’ve pushed that image away. Do you like him? 

Cold clings to your skin and a waterfall of images shuffles through your mind. Him staring up at you with those pretty, pretty eyes. His knit sweaters. His whispers past midnight, hushed in the library, just the two of you huddled in a corner. Him waiting for you to tie your shoes, use the restroom, tidy up after class, even when his friends had long since left. His lopsided grin. 

Shit. You don’t like him. 

You’re in love with him.

–

Before you know it, you’re pacing around your dorm. What the hell do you do now? Your heart freezes when you think about facing him tomorrow. Why did you have to figure this out? Couldn’t you just live in ignorance for the rest of your life? Your head drops down. You love Remus. 

You don’t sleep that night. Instead, your eyes drift to your bedside, where photos of you and your friends lay. There’s one of you and your roommates, you and your family, and you and Remus. His arm is over your shoulder, his thumb massaging your arm. You’re turned towards him all bright and shiny, mid-sentence. How could you not have seen this coming? Of course you were in love. It had been in front of you forever. Fuck. 

Morning rolls around into a heavy thing, something you try to push aside. All night, you’ve tossed in between your sheets, trying to avoid this, avoid him. 

You pull the blanket over your head when your roommates call you to breakfast, mumbling an excuse. You only force yourself up to head to Potions, slipping into the classroom last minute to avoid Remus and his stare. 

You fail, miserably. Though you’ve slipped into a seat near the front, where you can’t see him, he can see you, and you feel the hug of his stare through the whole hour, heating the back of your head. The thought of speaking to him raises bile in your throat, so as soon as class is over, you shove your things into your bag and dart towards the door. You vaguely hear him calling your name, you think, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t dare to. 

You can’t imagine what you’d ever say to him, now. How you could ever face him after knowing these feelings. And so unfortunately, you have many more classes with him. You manage to sidle out of Transfiguration without him noticing, and intend to escape to the library for lunch, but before you can, Lily’s looped her arm through yours and guided you to the great hall. Fuck. 

You try to search for an escape, but she’s practically dragging you with her, chattering on about something she’d read recently. 

And then, oh shit, she’s sat you with the Gryffindors, with the Marauders, and there’s Remus sliding across and oh shit, your palms are sweaty and your mind’s stopped working and you’re breathing quick and not enough. 

“Y/N,” he says with a scary kindness, the kind that makes your heart race and ache against your ribs, begging to be let out. “Are you okay? You came late to Potions and you’ve been acting all funny since then.”

You dart your eyes away from his face, hands pulled onto your lap to fiddle with themselves. “Oh, yeah, I’m–I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” 

A glance up tells you that he doesn’t buy it. His eyes narrow. He can tell you’re curling into yourself. 

His hand reaches under the table, finds yours. He gives you a friendly pat on the knee, or so you tell yourself. “You can talk to me. Always.” 

Blush burns your cheeks and your eyes slide to where his hand is still on yours, warming you up. You try your best to nod. Or to squeak out something. You used to be so good at this. You used to tease him, joke around. Now all you can do is stare at your plate and pray you don’t burst into flames.

His gaze is hot on you, and you shift in your seat, muscles suddenly tense. He releases your hand from his hold, and you burst upwards, mumbling something to Lily about needing to go finish a Charms project and escaping from the Great Hall. 

You’ve made it five steps before a warm hand wraps around your wrist, grabbing a shriek from your throat. They pull you into a Potions classroom so quickly that you can’t look up to see who it is nor fight back–either way, you’re too stunned to react. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere, velvet tenderness and crackling with love. 

“Remus?” You ask quietly. 

“You don’t have a Charms project,” he says without answering you. He knows you know, that you would know with your eyes closed and ears closed off. You know him blind, turned upside down and inside out. 

When you look up at him, the intensity in his eyes makes you shrink back. “You heard me?” 

“What’s wrong?” He ignores you without ignoring you. The twitch of his hand at your side tells you everything. “You’ve been weird all day. It’s scaring me.” 

His grip loosens. 

You look down, watching his fingers loosely encircling your wrist, dancing across your skin. Still, his touch leaves bruises, ones you’ll never be able to see, printing themselves shamelessly onto your heart, your soul. 

When he speaks again, his voice drops to an intimacy you’d only ever dreamed of. “It’s like you don’t know me, like I’m a stranger.” 

No, that’s something much worse. Hurt. 

“What did I do?” He’s pleading now, his other hand coming to rub at your wrist. “I’ll fix it. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”

A tear slides from your eye, tracing down your face. His thumb rises to your cheek, wipes it into your skin. 

“I don’t want to see you upset. I care about you, dove.” He scares you with his understanding, sometimes. Never have you seen a man so kind. “I care about you. Sometimes, I think it’s too much. I could drown in you and still want more. I’m greedy for you, for your attention.” 

Your lips part. Still stunned into silence. You won’t–no, can’t–say anything. “I–” 

“What’s wrong, baby?” His thumb wanders to the plush of your lip, pushes in. “Tell me something. Anything, please.” 

“I’m scared, Remus.” You say finally, voice a papery whisper. “I think I like you. I think I love you.” 

He doesn’t say anything to you, not at first. He freezes, eyes sweeping across your face like headlights. Just for a moment, you clam again. You shouldn’t have said that. He cares about you, but just as a friend. You should’ve stayed silent. 

You’re embarrassed now, and you move to step backwards, away from him and this suffocating room away from his stare and his eyes those melting eyes boring into you, oh, Merlin. But he anticipates it, anticipates you. 

One hand falls to cup the back of your head. You lean into it involuntarily, let him smooth out your hair and pull you back. 

“That’s not what I thought you were going to say,” he pushes a breath from his mouth. 

“I’m sorry.” Your face is flaming again. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“Me neither,” he says, making you stop. The pause that lingers between the two of you is heavy. 

Then, a belly chuckle, which makes you squirm with warmth, letting his laugh settle over your skin. It’s collected just as much as it’s trembling with relief. “I thought you would say something much worse. I’m scared that I more than love you. There’s not a word for it yet, but I love you so much that I will will it into existence.”

You shudder. Remus, Remus, Remus. 

He says your name like a chant, smooth and thunderous at once. A command and a lullaby. You’ve been put on pause, putty to every motion he makes. The twitch of his finger by his side. His eyelids flutter as they shutter. Your stomach clenches. 

“May I?” He asks so tenderly, so softly that something in your body roils, relaxes so completely that you almost let yourself cry. 

You nod. He’s so close that your noses bump. Your lips part in anticipation, in waiting. 

Three seconds pass. Four. And you can’t say when he erases the space between you or when he became yours or when you melted together and your arms closed around his neck because it’s so natural. You and him just are. His lips, sweet and soft, on yours. His thumb petting your cheekbone. His eyelashes fluttering, faces so close that you can feel them on your skin. Your heart buzzes at his sweetness and the feeling that tickles your insides, this feeling that you want him to hold on to you until time dissolves. When all else fails, you know your love will thrive, that it will do nothing but expand. 

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[fluff-cember]

Fluffcember in July 2025

Alright, the poll was faily clear: A lot of people want to do a summer Fluffcember. Which obviously is also fun! Remember, this idea came about due to people from the Southern Hemisphere noting, that all "december" challenges tend to focus on winter-related topics, while in the Southern Hemisphere it was summer.

So, to be fair, now another somewhat wintery challenge in July, when the Southern Hemisphere people have their own winter.

From December onwards, I will make sure the challenges will be two-sided. Summer-side and Winter-side!

Bonus challenge: Put your characters in the Southern Hemisphere for once. (Okay, this one is probably easier for the Dragon Age fandom xD)

Rules and Lists are underneath the cut!

Rules:

You can participate with fanfics, original writing, poetry, graphics, or art of any sort.

You do not need to write/create for every day. If you do only want to do every second day that is fine.

Please post your entries on the days or later though - not before.

If you participate with fics: please note that this account will only repost stuff that is written out. No "this is an idea of a fic one could write to this prompt". For prose writing the min length is 100 words (so the lenght of a drabble).

If you want this account to reblog post the entry under #fluffcemberinjuly25 and please also tag this account @fluff-cember.

Please make sure your post also note the fandom that your entry is for!

The fic should be somewhat soft or fluffy. It can however absolutely be fluff in a NSFW way. There is no issue with that.

The one thing I cannot allow because it is a bit iffy in regards to my homecountry's laws: RPS. Anything with real people who were alive in the last 100 years I cannot admit. If they are dead for longe than that it is fine.

There will be a collection for this opened in June.

The List

Day 01: Fire

Day 02: Candy

Day 03: Warm Hugs

Day 04: Charity

Day 05: Snow Angels

Day 06: The Southern Cross

Day 07: Kittens

Day 08: Snowman

Day 09: Scented Candles

Day 10: Long Nights

Day 11: Snowflakes

Day 12: Pillow Fort

Day 13: Glitter

Day 14: Five Course Meal

Day 15: Snow on the Beach

Day 16: Aurora

Day 17: Evergreen

Day 18: Rainy Winter

Day 19: Cozy Blankets

Day 20: Found Family

Day 21: Cabin

Day 22: Sauna visits

Day 23: Tea

Day 24: Cold Feet

Day 25: Ice Crystals

Day 26: Snowed-In

Day 27: Fireworks

Day 28: Family Gathering

Day 29: Gift Giving

Day 30: Hibernation

Day 31: Coming Home

Extra: Candy Cane, Hot Chocolate, Gift Wrapper, Well-Kept Secret, Full Moon

[zivazivc]

“Floyd, could you sing to me?”

The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile.  “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”

“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”

Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.

I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.

I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')

Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken) Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They snow and rain on everyone So many things I would've done But clouds got in the way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds’ illusions, I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancin' way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughin' as you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions, I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now my friends, they’re acting strange They shake their heads, and say I've changed Well, something's lost, but something's gained In living life each day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down And give and take And win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions, I recall I really don't know life... I really don't know life at all

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Orbit

college!finnick odair x fem!reader content warnings: little bit of angst summary: you meet your estranged best friend. wc: 2k

masterlist. | part two

In our lives, we pass a thousand faces, hear a thousand voices. Some stay for a moment, some for years. And then there are the rare ones —the ones that leave a mark so deep, that even after time stretches thin and memories start to fade, their face, their voice, still makes the world slow down for just a second.

Finnick Odair was that for you.

He had been your sun.

From pre-K to eighth grade, the two of you were inseparable — two kids tangled together in every yearbook photo, every group project, every inside joke scribbled into the margins of a worn-out notebook. Your school had been tiny, the kind where the same twenty-five kids followed each other from year to year like ducks in a row, stuck in the same beige classrooms under the glow of flickering fluorescent lights.

You watched Finnick grow up, phase by phase. The Minecraft era, when he wouldn't shut up about building underwater houses. The time he got braces and wouldn’t smile for pictures. The summer he insisted he was going to be a marine biologist and memorized every fact about hammerhead sharks known to man.

And he had watched you, too. Through your Percy Jackson obsession—your Camp Half-Blood shirt on constant rotation, your hand always clutching the newest book like it was scripture. Through your quiet spells, your louder ones, your slow-blooming love of words and late-night journaling.

You knew each other like second skin.

And then, you didn’t.

High school was supposed to be a fresh start. You were tired of the sameness, the way the girls in your grade had started icing you out for reasons you never fully understood. You needed change. So, you were headed to the public high school. And Finnick? He was moving across the state to some swanky private boarding school.

Still, you had both sworn things would never change. You pinky promised before the eighth grade graduation, sitting cross-legged on your trampoline under the June stars. You would stay best friends. You would visit on weekends. You would FaceTime and text and never lose touch.

But time had other plans.

The goodbye hurt more than you thought it would. At your shared backyard graduation party, he’d handed you a small box. Inside was a necklace, a dainty silver moon on a thin chain. He wore the sun version around his neck.

“Best friends. Always,” he said, voice thick but steady.

You hugged him like it was the last time. And in a way, it was.

Then came the after. The quiet house. The empty driveway. The summer that didn’t feel like summer anymore.

You tried. You really tried. The texts. The late-night FaceTimes. The blurry selfies captioned with "miss you :(" and "we need to talk soon." But the truth was, you were both changing—growing up in opposite directions. He went to some private high school across the state. And you dove headfirst into your new school, trying to forget how badly middle school girls could break a person.

But eventually, the calls stopped. Then the texts.

By late winter of freshman year, you were watching him from afar—his face glowing on Instagram stories, surrounded by people you didn’t recognize, smiling a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. But maybe that was just your wishful thinking.

He had new friends. New school. A whole new life you didn’t belong in anymore.

You didn’t text. You wanted to. A thousand times. But your thumb always hovered over the keyboard, then moved away. He seemed happy. You weren’t sure he’d even remember the girl who used to wear Camp Half-Blood shirts and knew all his shark facts by heart.

You let him go.

Years passed like seasons—fast, blurry, warm in some places, freezing in others. And then, you were a senior in high school, opening your acceptance letter to the University of Panem.

You didn’t think about Finnick that much anymore. Not really.

But one night, while tapping through Instagram stories in bed, your thumb froze. You blinked. Then blinked again.

It was a repost of a college commitment post.

Congratulations to Finnick on his commitment to the University of Panem!! 🎓🎉 We are so proud of your accomplishments and are excited to see what you accomplish!

You dropped your phone on your face out of shock.

Because for the first time in four years, after all the silence, after all the growing up you did apart—Finnick Odair would be at your college.

And suddenly, the past didn't feel so far away.

Your alarm blared through your room.

Sleepily, you turned it off and unlocked your phone, eyes adjusting to the light. Move-In Day. Today was the start of your new life.

College.

You stared at the word written in your notes app, a list titled Dorm Must-Haves that you definitely didn’t finish packing. The adrenaline of this day was supposed to kick in. You were supposed to feel excited. But instead, you just felt...suspended. Not exactly nervous, not exactly calm. Somewhere in between.

Downstairs, you could already hear your older brother clattering around in the kitchen, loudly pretending not to be annoyed that he had to help you move into his school.

You sat up, brushing the sleep from your eyes. In the corner of your room, your duffle bags sat zipped, a heap of clothes and books and memories you were dragging with you. It was weird, packing your life into three bags. Even weirder, knowing everything was about to change.

You got ready quickly, shorts, an old Fleetwood Mac tee, and a hoodie tied around your waist.

Then you looked over at your desk.

The moon necklace sat where it always did, on the corner of your desk, still resting in the little box Finnick had given you. You hadn’t worn it in years, not really on purpose. It just felt like it belonged to a different lifetime.

Your fingers hovered over it.

You weren’t expecting to see him. The university was big, he could be anywhere, different dorms, different major, different people. It had been four years, and who knew if he even remembered you.

Still…

You slipped the necklace into your pocket. Just in case.

The drive to school was long and loud a mixture of your brother’s playlist, gas station snacks, and bursts of silence as you stared out the window, lost in thought.

You remembered road trips with Finnick. His sun-streaked hair catching the breeze through the open window, the way he used to dramatically sing along to pop songs he pretended to hate. The games you made up to kill time. The way the car always felt warmer when he was in it.

You shook your head.

It was just move-in day. No big deal.

You rested your head against the window and let the scenery blur. The sky outside was pale and still waking up, streaked with pink and gold.

Your brother talked, about school, about his freshman year disaster of a roommate, about everything you should pack for the communal bathrooms, but your mind kept drifting.

To him.

You hadn’t let yourself think about Finnick too much since seeing that commitment post. It was easier that way. Cleaner. But now, with your stomach fluttering and your whole life packed in a trunk, he was creeping back in.

Would you see him today?

Would he recognize you?

Would he even care?

You had no clue what dorm he was in, no clue what major he picked, no clue if he was even moving in today. The odds of running into him on a campus this size were probably slim.

Right?

The campus was already buzzing when you arrived. Cars lined the curbs, trunks were popped open, RAs shouted directions through megaphones. Bright-eyed freshmen dragged carts full of dorm essentials up concrete stairs, their parents trailing behind like pack mules.

Your brother parked near your building, Rose Hall, and the two of you got to work unloading. You made trip after trip: from the trunk to the lobby, from the lobby to the elevator, from the elevator to the third floor, where your new room was tucked away at the end of the hall.

It was hot. It was crowded. Your arms ached.

You were halfway to the elevator with a box of books when he nudged you hard with his elbow.

"Hey, isn't that Finnick Odair?"

You blinked. “What?”

He nodded subtly toward the grass, where a tall guy was laughing, tossing a football back and forth with some guy. Golden brown hair, messy in the way that was probably intentional. Broad shoulders. Confident posture. Even from a distance, he stood out.

It was him.

You recognized him instantly.

And just like that, your heart dropped into your stomach.

You expected to feel something dramatic, shock, butterflies, maybe even anger. But instead, it was this quiet stillness. Like your brain couldn’t quite catch up with what your eyes were seeing.

Finnick Odair was here.

And he wasn’t wearing the sun necklace.

You quickly looked away, pretending to read the label on the box you were holding. “I don’t know. Might be.”

You didn’t see him again the rest of move-in day.

Or maybe you just avoided looking.

The moon necklace stayed in your pocket—warm from your fingers, but still untouched. You weren’t sure why you brought it. Maybe part of you thought wearing it would’ve felt like a statement, like you were walking around campus with a banner that read I Still Care. Maybe keeping it hidden just felt safer.

By the time orientation rolled around two days later, you had almost convinced yourself it didn’t matter.

Almost.

It was hot. Way too hot for whatever cutesy “Welcome to U of P!” schedule the orientation team had cooked up. You sat under a tent surrounded by other freshmen, a drawstring bag full of free university merch at your feet, and a fake smile plastered on your face as your peer mentor tried to get everyone to do icebreakers.

Your attention drifted. You scanned the crowd.

You weren’t looking for him, not really. But your eyes caught on familiar hair, familiar height—too many guys here could’ve been him if you only glanced for half a second.

You had no idea how it would even go. Would he say hi? Pretend nothing happened? Would he even recognize you?

And then..

“Hey,” someone said beside you.

You turned.

He was just…there.

Finnick.

Older, taller, broader. His voice deeper. His eyes somehow the exact same. It hit you all at once, like a song you hadn’t heard in years playing from another room. You could barely breathe.

He looked like he hadn’t expected you to actually turn around.

There was a pause. Just a little too long to be normal.

You opened your mouth. “Hey.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh- I saw you the other day. On move-in. I wasn’t sure it was you.”

You gave a tight smile. “Yeah. Same.”

A silence stretched between you. The kind that used to never exist.

“So…” he said, eyes flicking around like he was buying time. “You’re in Rose Hall?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m in Pallis Hall.”

You nodded. “Not too far from here.”

Another pause.

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? Hey, remember when we promised we’d never lose touch? That worked out great. Why didn’t you text back? Do you still have your necklace?

Instead, all that came out was, “It’s…good to see you.”

He looked at you, really looked at you. His voice was soft when he said, “Yeah. You too.”

The peer mentor clapped their hands, snapping both of you back to the present. “Alright, time to break into your assigned groups!”

You stood. So did Finnick. For a second, you just hovered there, unsure if you were supposed to say goodbye or just awkwardly shuffle away.

“Well,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah,” you replied, heart thudding. “See you.”

And then you walked away.

Like you barely knew each other.

A/N: WOW I AN ON A ROLL

[janeyseymour]

Both Sides Now

yo tumblr, it's been a hot minute but i am back with this lil' bitch for you. i hope you enjoy her.

Summary: Melissa Schemmenti has looked at life, not just from two sides, but from practically every aspect she possibly could. from up and down, give and take, wins and loses... but you're her biggest win.

Life is nothing but a series of dreams, it seems. For every person, there are always dreams that we have. And some come true, and some don’t- that’s just how life goes. 

But for Melissa Schemmenti, it always seemed that those dreams rarely came true. If they ever came close, they would float off into the distance after so long. And in the years that she’s been somewhat of a lost soul roaming this earth, ruminating in her own thoughts, doubts, fears, delights, she finds that there are two sides to life. And she’s looked at life from both sides now, as much as sometimes she wishes she wouldn’t.

Rows and floes of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air, and feather canyons everywhere. I’ve looked at clouds that way.

As a young child, Melissa Schemmenti grew up with her head in the clouds. Dreams were a reality, as they so often are for a child who hasn’t had their innocence ripped away from them just yet. Life was full of bright colors and wonders. It wouldn’t be until later in life that she would dye her hair red, so the angel like hair that she once had would billow in the breeze as she ran through the streets of Philadelphia without a care in the world. She would see the different shapes in the clouds and imagine that the clouds were ice cream castles… feather canyons. That’s how she saw the clouds as a child.

But now they only block the sun. They rain and snow on everyone. So many things I would’ve done, but clouds got in my way.

But now that she’s older and more jaded, she views clouds in a different way. Life doesn’t present itself in technicolor the way it used to. The clouds only block the sun, and once they’ve filled and can’t quite hold the weight of the world on their shoulders, they release their pent up frustrations on the earth in rain and snow. The now redhead finds that she does the same thing. Life has been full of challenge after challenge that she’s expected to triumph over, and every so often… the clouds over her burst. 

Those are the days and nights where she finds it hard to pull herself from the warmth and comfort of her bed. Those are the days where she’s consumed with the thoughts of what she could’ve accomplished had she not let the clouds get in her way. She used to be a daydreamer… a believer. 

But not anymore. Now, Melissa sighs as she prepares to throw the covers off of her to face the day with a job that, while she loves it, she knows she could’ve done better. She should have done better. If she had the chance to do it all over again, she would do better.

There is only one life to live though, as the redhead has discovered time and time again. So here she is, doing what she can to make the best of the rest of her days.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now. From up and down and still somehow, it’s cloud’s illusions I recall. I really don’t know clouds at all. 

After living on this earth for as long as she has with the adventures that she’s taken, she’s seen the clouds from all sides. She’s been up in the air and over the clouds, able to look down on them while flying to Italy. She’s seen them from down below, when her feet were on the ground. Her nonna used to joke that Melissa’s head was always up in the clouds… so she supposes she’s seen inside the clouds even. And yet… it all comes back to her as some illusion. Melissa supposes she really doesn’t know clouds at all.

Moons and Junes, and ferris wheels- the dizzy dancing way you feel. As every fairy tale comes real. I’ve looked at love that way.

When Melissa was sixteen, life was looking up. Sure, her parents were divorced now, and that whole ordeal had sucked, but now she had the freedom to do what she pleased for the most part. Theresa chose to fall into the arms (and beds) of man after man and left her children to their own devices. So when the carnival came into town in June, the now redhead had a boy to go with. And as they stepped onto the ride, the moonlight lit up the sky, and the street lights began to turn on. It was almost as if there was a real magic in the air. Melissa felt giddy with joy- that same delightfully dizzy feeling she got when she danced. And then, her fairy tale began to come true. At the top of the ferris wheel was a stunning view of the skyline of the city. And that was when what she thought was her fairytale would begin to come true. Joe kissed her.

But now it’s just another show, and you leave ‘em laughing when you go. And if you care, don’t let them know. Don’t give yourself away.

Melissa knows now though that most of those boys, and even the girls that she’s dated throughout the years usually leave, just like any other show or carnival coming through town. Hell, even her husband left. And if she’s being honest? She let them leave, all with a laugh in her chest. Sometimes it was a real laugh, not believing how foolish she was to let this person into her life at all. But sometimes that laugh was a bitter laugh- one that, even though she truly cared that they were leaving, they would never know was fake. She refused to give herself away and let them know.

I’ve looked at love from both sides now; from give and take, and still somehow. It’s love’s illusions that I recall. I really don’t know love. I really don’t know love at all.

Melissa Schemmenti has seen life from what she thought were both sides. She had given, she had received- taken even. Neither seems to hold truth in itself. The redhead realizes that when she truly thinks about love, it’s all just the illusions that she remembers. She sees the good times and the way that, even though she believed she was a realist, her rose tinted glasses perhaps got in the way. Melissa Schemmenti knows: she doesn’t know love at all. And if she’s being honest with herself, she’s not quite sure she’ll ever know. She tries to make peace with the fact that maybe the fairytale ending she had dreamed of as a child just would’t come true for her.

But then you come along. And you shake up her whole world. You don’t even mean to. You just start teaching at Abbott alongside her and manage to make your way into her little core group. Somewhere in the midst of all of the chaos that comes along with working in an, at times, poorly managed school, you find love. You find love in Melissa Schemmenti. And she finds that she falls just as hard. It terrifies her beyond belief. It scares her so much that neither of you say anything at work to your coworkers- not even Barbara Howard knows. 

Tears and fears and feeling proud, too say “I love you” right out loud. Dreams and schemes and circus crowds- I’ve looked at life that way.

Your girlfriend of a few months has been awfully quiet this morning as the two of you lounge around her house on this serene Saturday morning.

“Babe?” you question quietly. She turns to look to you with a brow quirked. “You alright?”

Something inside of the redhead strikes a chord. Her green eyes fill with tears and shine brightly.

“Honey?” your voice goes up an octave at this sudden show of emotion. You wrap an arm around her midsection, but she brushes you off and sits up straight. The way that she frantically wipes at the tears brimming in her eyes only gets you to furrow your brows further.

“I’m okay,” Melissa tries to tell you, but you can hear the way her voice catches in her throat.

“You clearly aren’t,” you smile sadly. “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I just-“ your girlfriend pauses to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. “I’m so proud to have you in my life. You know?”

You chuckle softly. “So these aren’t sad tears?”

“Not in the slightest,” Melissa assures you. “I just… I can’t believe that I’ve looked at life through dreams and schemes and all that shit, and I somehow managed to get you to walk into my life. I- I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“I’m nothin’ special, babe,” you laugh as you pull her into your arms once again.

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes and smiles at you through long lashes. “You are… everything. I- I love you.”

Wow. That was the first time she had uttered those words- the first time either of you had breathed those words out.

Your eyes go softer than they already were at the three most powerful words your girlfriend could’ve said in that very moment.

“I love you too.”

But now old friends, they’re acting strange. They shake their heads and they say I’ve changed. Well something’s lost, but something’s gained- in living everyday. 

It’s been a few more months since you and Melissa have said that one special word, and still no one at your job knows. No one knows that the two of you are as close as you are, much less dating and in love. To them, you’re just two grade level partners who seem to have similar takes on how the children of the greater Philadelphia area should be taught. 

But some of your coworkers are starting to get suspicious. The two of you have started staying over at each other’s houses more and more, and it’s getting to a point where you’re wondering when the two of you are just going to out yourselves to your work family.

“I mean I just don’t see why we keep this charade up,” your girlfriend shrugs as she’s making dinner. Then she glances to you. “I think it’s funny how fuckin’ oblivious everyone is to it.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips. “It is quite funny. Maybe we just let it go.”

A few days later, you’re sitting in the staff room with your work crew, a smile on your face as you eat your lunch and bask in the quiet of the staff room for once.

“Oh, Melissa,” Barbara starts. “I was thinking that today we could go to the mall?”

Green eyes flit over to you, who just shrugs ever so slightly- but just enough for your girlfriend to pick up on your subtlety.

She shakes her head, an action that somewhat shocks you. You had expected her to accept the older woman’s invitation. “I have plans tonight actually. Sorry, Barb.”

“Oh, doing what?” the kindergarten teacher asks.

“Making dinner,” Melissa smiles as her cheeks tint just slightly red.

“And you can’t put that off for just a bit to go find a new shakedown sweater with me?” Barb lifts a brow curiously.

Green eyes look to you again. You just give her a smile and a head nod.

“Maybe tomorrow?” the second grade teacher suggests instead.

Barbara, even though her lips are turned in an upward fashion. shakes her head gently. “My, my, how things have changed… but yes, tomorrow is fine with me if your dinner is that important to you.”

Melissa sees the hurt that her work wife is trying to conceal. “No, no, it isn’t that. It’s just that… I’m not just making dinner for me.”

Perfectly sculpted brows are lifted. “And who else might you be cooking for?”

You can see the way that your girlfriend mulls over in her head if she’s going to out the two of you or not. “My girlfriend,” is ultimately what she chooses to say.

“Girlfriend?” Jacob immediately chimes in, voice piqued with interest.

Those green eyes are rolled immediately. “Yes, Jacob. I have a girlfriend.”

“What’s her name? Why am I just hearing about her now?”

“I don’t report to you, Hill,” Melissa replies with a bit of snark. “But her name is Y/N.”

Immediately, the focus in the room switches to you, who turns bright red. Your lips quirk to the side as you chew on your cheek before settling to wave shyly.

“You two are dating?” Janine pipes up.

You give a small nod and a smile, while your girlfriend chooses to roll her eyes and quip, “Great job piecing it all together, lowercase. You want a prize?”

“I suppose I should’ve known,” Barbara chuckles with a happy look. “Tomorrow will do just fine, Melissa. Enjoy your dinner tonight, Y/N.”

And the two of you do. Although, as the night is winding down and you’re laying on the couch, you can’t help but wonder. Eyebrows are furrowed as you sit there deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, babe?” Melissa asks you gently.

Your lips quirk to the side. “Just… aren’t you upset that you had to miss going to the mall with Barb today?”

Her head shakes so quickly you’re shocked your girlfriend doesn’t give herself whiplash. “Why would I be upset about getting to spend a night with my girl? And ‘sides, I can always go tomorrow.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug shyly.

She takes your hands in her own. “I’ll put it to you this way: everyday that I live, I’m going to gain something, and I’m going to lose something. And today, while I lost our privacy and a few hours at the mall with Barb, I gained getting to relax here with you and loving the life that we’ve built together so far.”

You can’t help the lovesick smile that crosses your face as you lean in just slightly to kiss her. “I don’t know how you always know just what to say to make me feel better.”

“You’re my girl, Y/N,” Melissa tells you simply.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now- from win and lose, and still somehow, It’s life’s illusions I recall. I really don’t know life at all. It’s life’s illusions that I recall. I really don’t know life. I really don’t know life at all.

Melissa Schemmenti really has seen life from every side. She’s seen the ups, the downs, the gives, the takes, the wins, and the loses. And while she’s seen life from almost every aspect, she’d still tell you: Life is but a dream. It’s all an illusion. Some illusions are good, and some aren’t quite as such. While she’s lived many lives all rolled into one, there is one thing that she’s sure of: she really doesn’t know life at all. And oddly, the redhead is okay with that. 

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[thaoworra]

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association recently released the poems that made it to the finalist stage for consideration for the 2024 Rhysling Awards for Short and Long Speculative Poems of the year. Congratulations to all of the nominees! This will be the 46th year these awards have been conferred!

Short Poems (50 finalists)

Attn: Prime Real Estate Opportunity!, Emily Ruth Verona, Under Her Eye: A Women in Horror Poetry Collection Volume II

The Beauty of Monsters, Angela Liu, Small Wonders 1

The Blight of Kezia, Patricia Gomes, HWA Poetry Showcase X

The Day We All Died, A Little, Lisa Timpf, Radon 5

Deadweight, Jack Cooper, Propel 7

Dear Mars, Susan L. Lin, The Sprawl Mag 1.2

Dispatches from the Dragon's Den, Mary Soon Lee, Star*Line 46.2

Dr. Jekyll, West Ambrose, Thin Veil Press December

First Eclipse: Chang-O and the Jade Hare, Emily Jiang, Uncanny 53

Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness, Ali Trotta, The Deadlands 31

Gods of the Garden, Steven Withrow, Spectral Realms 19

The Goth Girls' Gun Gang, Marisca Pichette, The Dread Machine 3.2

Guiding Star, Tim Jones, Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa, ed. Lee Murray (Clan Destine Press)

Hallucinations Gifted to Me by Heatstroke, Morgan L. Ventura, Banshee 15

hemiplegic migraine as willing human sacrifice, Ennis Rook Bashe, Eternal Haunted Summer Winter Solstice

Hi! I am your Cortical Update!, Mahaila Smith, Star*Line 46.3

How to Make the Animal Perfect?, Linda D. Addison, Weird Tales 100

I Dreamt They Cast a Trans Girl to Give Birth to the Demon, Jennessa Hester, HAD October

Invasive, Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, Polar Starlight 9

kan-da-ka, Nadaa Hussein, Apparition Lit 23

Language as a Form of Breath, Angel Leal, Apparition Lit October

The Lantern of September, Scott Couturier, Spectral Realms 19

Let Us Dream, Myna Chang, Small Wonders 3

The Magician's Foundling, Angel Leal, Heartlines Spec 2

The Man with the Stone Flute, Joshua St. Claire, Abyss & Apex 87

Mass-Market Affair, Casey Aimer, Star*Line 46.4

Mom's Surprise, Francis W. Alexander, Tales from the Moonlit Path June

A Murder of Crows, Alicia Hilton, Ice Queen 11

No One Now Remembers, Geoffrey Landis, Fantasy and Science Fiction Nov./Dec.

orion conquers the sky, Maria Zoccula, On Spec 33.2

Pines in the Wind, Karen Greenbaum-Maya, The Beautiful Leaves (Bamboo Dart Press)

The Poet Responds to an Invitation from the AI on the Moon, T.D. Walker, Radon Journal 5

A Prayer for the Surviving, Marisca Pichette, Haven Speculative 9

Pre-Nuptial, F. J. Bergmann, The Vampiricon (Mind's Eye Publications)

The Problem of Pain, Anna Cates, Eye on the Telescope 49

The Return of the Sauceress, F. J. Bergmann, The Flying Saucer Poetry Review February

Sea Change, David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Ann K. Schwader, Scifaikuest May

Seed of Power, Linda D. Addison, The Book of Witches ed. Jonathan Strahan (Harper Collins)

Sleeping Beauties, Carina Bissett, HWA Poetry Showcase X

Solar Punks, J. D. Harlock, The Dread Machine 3.1

Song of the Last Hour, Samuel A. Betiku, The Deadlands 22

Sphinx, Mary Soon Lee, Asimov's September/October

Storm Watchers (a drabbun), Terrie Leigh Relf, Space & Time

Sunflower Astronaut, Charlie Espinosa, Strange Horizons July

Three Hearts as One, G. O. Clark, Asimov's May/June

Troy, Carolyn Clink, Polar Starlight 12

Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary, John Grey, Medusa's Kitchen September

Under World, Jacqueline West, Carmina Magazine September

Walking in the Starry World, John Philip Johnson, Orion's Belt May

Whispers in Ink, Angela Yuriko Smith, Whispers from Beyond (Crystal Lake Publishing)

Long Poems (25 finalists)

Archivist of a Lost World, Gerri Leen, Eccentric Orbits 4

As the witch burns, Marisca Pichette, Fantasy 87

Brigid the Poet, Adele Gardner, Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice

Coding a Demi-griot (An Olivian Measure), Armoni “Monihymn” Boone, Fiyah 26

Cradling Fish, Laura Ma, Strange Horizons May

Dream Visions, Melissa Ridley Elmes, Eccentric Orbits 4

Eight Dwarfs on Planet X, Avra Margariti, Radon Journal 3

The Giants of Kandahar, Anna Cates, Abyss & Apex 88

How to Haunt a Northern Lake, Lora Gray, Uncanny 55

Impostor Syndrome, Robert Borski, Dreams and Nightmares 124

The Incessant Rain, Rhiannon Owens, Evermore 3

Interrogation About A Monster During Sleep Paralysis, Angela Liu, Strange Horizons November

Little Brown Changeling, Lauren Scharhag, Aphelion 283

A Mere Million Miles from Earth, John C. Mannone, Altered Reality April

Pilot, Akua Lezli Hope, Black Joy Unbound eds. Stephanie Andrea Allen & Lauren Cherelle (BLF Press)

Protocol, Jamie Simpher, Small Wonders 5

Sleep Dragon, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

Slow Dreaming, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

St. Sebastian Goes To Confession, West Ambrose, Mouthfeel 1

Value Measure, Joseph Halden and Rhonda Parrish, Dreams and Nightmares 125

A Weather of My Own Making, Nnadi Samuel, Silver Blade 56

Welcoming the New Girl, Beth Cato, Penumbric October

What You Find at the Center, Elizabeth R McClellan, Haven Spec Magazine 12

The Witch Makes Her To-Do List, Theodora Goss, Uncanny 50

The Year It Changed, David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Star*Line 46.4

Voting for the Rhysling Award begins July 1; a link to the ballot will be sent with the Rhysling Anthology, as well as with the July issue of Star*Line. More information on the Rhysling Award can be found here.

[yanderenightmare]

Prompt List

Just a little list of writing exercises.

Use the traits, characteristics, and anything else associated with the coming prompts to create a character.

More details here: Writer's Block

♡ Apex Predator Hybrids

Lion, Wolf, Shark, Tiger, Polar Bear, Grizzly Bear, Saltwater Crocodile, etc. 

Apex Predator Club

♡ Mythological/SciFi Creatures

Vampire, Succubus, Werewolf, Zombie, Ghost, Droid, Robot, Alien etc.

JJK as Mythic Creatures BNHA as Mythic Creatures

♡ Seven Days of the Week

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

Yandere Days

♡ Seven Deadly Sins

Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Greed. 

Yandere Seven Deadly Sins

♡ Seven Heavenly Virtues

Humility, Patience, Diligence, Temperance, Chastity, Gratitude, Charity. 

Yandere Seven Heavenly Virtues

♡ The Four Seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.

The Four Seasons as Boyfriends

♡ The Seven Colors of the Rainbow

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.

The Rainbow Colors as Boyfriends

♡ The Twelve Zodiac Signs

Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces. You can break them up into fire, water, earth, and air signs.

♡ The Twelve Months

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. You can break them up into winter, spring, summer, and fall months.

♡ Numbers

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten etc.

♡ Five (or ten) Fingers

Pinkie, Ring finger, Middle finger, Pointer, Thumb. Have fun with their names and qualities.

♡ Nature’s Four (or more) Elements

Water, Earth, Fire, Air—plus Plasma, Gravity, Ice, Life, etc, if you want.

♡ Eras

The Dark Ages, Industrial Age, Age of Oil, Atomic Era, Space Age, Internet Age, etc.

♡ Fashion Periods

Victorian, Art Nouveau, WW1, Art Deco, The Roaring 20s, WW2, Hollywood, Rock & Roll, Swinging Sixties, Flower Power, Disco Fever, New Romantics, Yuppies, Grunge, Boho, Fast Fashion, Thrifting, etc.

♡ Today’s Fashion Styles

Minimalism, Chic, Thriftstore, Goth, Grunge, Punk, Hippie, Couture, Old Money, Streetwear, Preppy, etc.

♡ The Eight Planets + Pluto

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto.

♡ Other Celestial Bodies

Sun, Moon, The North Star, Shooting Star, Comets, etc.

♡ Countries (pick & choose)

America, Britain, Spain, Japan, etc… think Hetalia, though I haven’t watched it personally…

♡ American States (pick & choose)

California, Texas, Florida, New York, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio, Georgia, etc.

♡ The Five (or more) Flavors

Sweet, Salty, Sour, Bitter, and Umami—and No Flavor, like pure water.

♡ The Five (or more) Senses

Sight, Smell, Hearing, Taste, Touch—Balance and Proprioception—and maybe even Emotion and Thinking.

♡ Core Subjects (or others)

English, History, Social Studies, Science, Foreign Language, Gym, Art, Music, Geography, etc. Maybe base it around the teacher of each class.

♡ School Mobs

Principal, Homeroom Teacher, Student Council President, Tutor, Class Rep, Janitor, Frat House President, Frat House Alumni, Valedictorian, Head Nurse, etc. You can mix this one with the one on Core Subjects above, including them as teachers.

♡ The Periodic Table (pick & choose)

Gold, Oxygen, Arsenic, Tungsten, etc.

♡ Music Genres

Classical, Rock, Rap, Pop, Jazz, Country, Electronic, Dubstep, House, Folk, Hip-hop, New-Age, Indie, Beatbox, A’cappella, Heavy Metal, Bebop, etc.

♡ TV and Movie Genres

Horror, Thriller, Western, Romance, Comedy, Action, Sci-Fi, Children’s movie, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, Documentary, Mockumentary, Musical, Animation, Anime, Porn, Reality TV, News, etc.

♡ Book and Writing Genres

Poetry, Fiction, True Events, Scientific, Picture, Fan-fiction, Joke, Fun Fact, Cook, Craft, Knitting, Magazine, etc.

♡ Hobbies

Singing, Knitting, Arts, Sewing, Writing, Gaming, etc.

♡ Toxic traits

Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Protectiveness, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Lying, Selfishness, Controlling behaviour, Jealousy, Boundary-violating, Judgemental, Defensive, Stone-walling, Feigning Ignorance, Avoiding Accountability, Aggressive, Querrelsome, etc.

♡ Food

Junk, Guilty pleasure, Fast food, Frozen, Healthy, Self-grown, Gains, Street, Dessert, Candy, etc.

♡ Holidays and Celebrations

Christmas, Valentine's, Halloween, Easter, Snow-day, April Fools, Birthday, Summer break, Saint Patrick's, etc.

♡ Sports

Gaming, Chess, Football, Basketball, Tennis, Frisbee Golf, Golf, etc.

♡ Tools

Hammer, Wrench, Drill, Saw, etc.

♡ Sicknesses

Common cold, Flu, Mono, Hangover, Crossfade, etc.

♡ The Eight Core Emotions

Ecstasy, Admiration, Terror, Amazement, Grief, Loathing, Rage, Vigilance.

♡ Transportation Methods

Car, Train, Motorcycle, Dirt bike, Boat, Plane, Submarine, Bike, Walking, etc.

♡ Weaponry

Gun, Sword, Dagger, Bow and Arrow, Crossbow, Whip, Slingshot, Poison, etc.

♡ Terrain

Forest, Desert, Ocean, Tundra, etc—think Minecraft biomes!

♡ Fonts

Times New Roman, Futura, Impact, Papyrus, etc. Probably good to have pictures with this one.

♡ Types of Depression + Symptoms

Melancholia, Anxiety, Insomnia, Hypersomnia, Bipolar, Despondency, Amnesia, Self-consciousness, etc.

♡ Art Mediums

Oil Paint, Acrylic, Charcoal, Pastel, Watercolor, Collage, Digital, etc.

♡ Architecture Styles

Neoclassical, Gothic, Contemporary, Industrial, Victorian, Colonial, Vernacular, Suburban, etc.

♡ A Deck of Cards

Spade, Hearts, Diamond, Clover—King, Queen, Jack, Ace, Joker, Numbers. Maybe make them four opposing kingdoms, with the reader being a delegator of some kind.

♡ Chess Pieces

White, Black—King, Queen, Rook, Bishop, Knight, Pawn. Two opposing sides, with the reader being a delegator of some kind maybe.

♡ Different Types of Money

Nickel, Dime, Penny, Quarter, One dollar bill, Five dollar bill, Twenty dollar bill, Transaction, Million dollar check, Inheritance, Settlement, Insurance, Paycheck, Tax return, etc.

♡ Types of Dates

Cinema, home, cafe, amusement park, picnic, hike, beach, etc.

♡ Grocery Store Aisles

Fresh Produce Section, Deli and Prepared Foods, Frozen Foods, Bakery and Bread, Meat and Seafood, Dairy, Cereal and Breakfast foods, Snack and Chip, Alcohol, Pet Food, Soft Drinks, Canned food, Health and Body Care, Magazine and Books, Cleaning Products, Condiments and Sauces, Cooking Oils, Baking supplies, etc.

♡ The Six Military Branches

The Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, Coast Guard.

♡ Palace Mobs

King, Queen, Prince, Princess, Ward, Advisor, Grand Knight, Groundskeeper, Head Cook, Grand Healer, Priest, etc.

♡ Harry Potter

Hogwarts’ Houses—Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw.

Hogwarts’ Mandatory Classes—Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, Flying/Quidditch. Plus elective classes like Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Muggle Studies, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy.

If you base it on teachers, you can also include the Principal, Groundskeeper, and Head Nurse.

Patronus (Pick & Choose)—There are more than a hundred different ones.

The Books—Philosopher's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix, Half-Blood Prince, Deathly Hallows.

♡ Star Wars

Color of Lightsabers—Green, Blue, Yellow, Red, Orange, Purple, White, Black.

♡ Game Characters

Minecraft Mobs & Characters—Steve, Enderman, Pigman, Skeleton, Witch, Villager, Zombie, Stone Golem, Ender Dragon, etc.

Dungeons & Dragons Base Classes—Barbarian, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Fighter, Monk, Paladin, Ranger, Rogue, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard.

You can also use any other type of game…

♡ Professions

This is a whole list in and of itself. These don’t have to be grouped together, but can be prompts on there own:

♡ Outlaws

Kingpin, Mob, Mafia, Loan sharks, Extortionists, Blackmailers, Pimp, Drug dealers, Gang member, Muscle, Hitman, Mercenary, Bounty hunter, Sex traffickers, Pirates, Smugglers, etc.

♡ Government + Law & Order

King, President, Governor, Politician, Senator, Congressman, Law official, Judge, Lawyer, Agent, Spy, Cop, Parole officer, Warden, Prison guard, etc.

♡ Health

Doctor, Surgeon, Therapist, Psychiatrist, Dentist, Personal trainer, Health manager, etc.

♡ Art

Painter, Sculptor, Writer, Poet, Film director, Photographer, Singer, etc.

♡ Service

Bartender, Waiter, Barista, Butler, etc.

♡ Sex worker

Pornstar, Prondirector, Stripper, Escort, Sugarbaby, etc.

♡ Transportation

Pilot, Chueffer, Taxi driver, Train conductor, Ship’s Captain, etc.

♡ Sport

Pro-athlete, Pro-gamer, Chessplayer, Football player, American football player, Basketball player, etc.

♡ Rural

Cowboy, Farmer, Hermit, Hunter, etc.

♡ Handymen

Carpenter, Plumber, Electrician, Contractor, Construction worker, Mechanic, etc.

♡ Science

Scientist, Biologist, Chemist, etc.

♡ Business mogul & Industrialists

Network owner, Tech innovator, Factory owner, Company owner, etc.

♡ NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK

[opalblade]

06 JUNE 24.

𓂀 ASTRO OBSERVATIONS .

☆ TROPICAL.

- DAY AND NIGHT CHARTS ARE A NICE DETAIL TO TAKE NOTE OF WHEN READING CHARTS

day charts: sun is in 7h-12h -> sun is better, jupiter is the stronger benefic, saturn is not as malefic.

night charts: sun from 1h-6h -> moon is better, venus is the stronger benefic, mars is not as malefic.

- THE MC IS THE HEIGHT OF THE CHART AND OPPOSITE THE IC, SO INDICATES WHERE YOU'RE GOING AS A PERSON IN YOUR DEVELOPMENT. IT'S NOT JUST YOUR CAREER / YOUR IMAGE.

my source? analysing birth charts and mc persona charts

- 11H AND INCOME.

wherever the 11H ruler is and planets inside the 11H denote what you will make money from in your career

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☆ TROPICAL AND VEDIC.

- SATURN EXALTATION AND FALL EXPLAINED.

:: saw this on twitter and just... sigh

saturn does WORSE in aries for those reasons. being all hotheaded and quick to move and start something vs taking it slow, planning, putting in the work and laying all the appropriate foundations

saturn does better in libra since it's a cardinal air venusian sign and so yes it sits and ponders, creates all the necessary structures, considers both sides (pros and cons etc)

if we think abt saturn as a judge, would u rather want the hot-headed judge or the diplomatic, fair judge? the one who makes a decision quickly or the one who may take too long, but delivers a fairer decision?

just because saturn likes a sign doesn't make the sign bad!!! it means it does BETTER in the sign.

- TROPICAL VENUSIANS ARE SIDEREAL MARTIANS.

while this is seemingly incompatible and contradictory, venus historically ruled over war (aries) and the underworld (scorpio) in several ancient mythologies.

- LEO RULES FAME AND OBSESSION.

as it's fixed fire, leo rules over both fame and obsession. we see famous people dealing with obsessed fans and haters all the time. think of a flame that just keeps on burning and burning.

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☆ VEDIC.

- SWATI + MRIGASHIRA DOLL BEAUTY.

left: swati asc + mrigashira moon / right: mrigashira sun + swati asc

- YOU'RE ATTRACTED TO PEOPLE WITH THE SAME DARAKARAKA AS YOU.

the vastttt majority of people in an astrology discord i am apart of have mars darakaraka (including myself)

- JUPITERIAN APPEARANCE.

jupiter individuals have large eyelid space, which makes sense given jupiter's expansive quality. below are some celeb examples, but i have also seen this with people irl.

kehlani - punarvasu asc, kali uchis - punarvasu sun, ice spice - vishakha moon

NSFW - ASHLESHA AND BONDAGE.

ashlesha is represented by the coiled serpent and means 'embrace' / 'entwine' + alexa demie's fairytales photoshoot incorporated a lot of bondage imagery

alexa demie - ashlesha ascendant

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© 2024 opalblade. do not copy, repost, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[apod]

2025 June 10

Enceladus in True Color Image Credit: NASA, ESA, JPL, SSI, Cassini Imaging Team

Explanation: Do oceans under the ice of Saturn's moon Enceladus contain life? A reason to think so involves long features -- some dubbed tiger stripes -- that are known to be spewing ice from the moon's icy interior into space. These surface cracks create clouds of fine ice particles over the moon's South Pole and create Saturn's mysterious E-ring. Evidence for this has come from the robot Cassini spacecraft that orbited Saturn from 2004 to 2017. Pictured here, a high resolution image of Enceladus is shown in true color from a close flyby. The deep crevasses are partly shadowed. Why Enceladus is active remains a mystery, as the neighboring moon Mimas, approximately the same size, appears quite dead. A analysis of ejected ice grains has yielded evidence that complex organic molecules. These large carbon-rich molecules bolster -- but do not prove -- that oceans under Enceladus' surface could contain life.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap250610.html

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Wildest dreams

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Charles one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's Wildest Dreams.

If you want to read more stories of mine here's my main masterlist.

They say Monaco is for the rich and restless — the yachts, the champagne, the winding streets where secrets slip between shutters and sunrise. For me, Monaco is Charles.

I met him on a terrace above Port Hercule, the night humming with music and laughter that spilled into the warm June air. He was leaning on the railing, city lights flickering behind him like fireflies trapped in glass towers. He caught my eye and smiled — devastatingly handsome, heartbreak tucked neatly beneath that grin.

"Let’s get out of here," he murmured, leaning closer so only I could hear. "Where?" I asked, heart already agreeing before my lips did. "Anywhere but here. Just you and me."

That was Charles. A storm you didn’t see coming until you were already dancing in the rain.

He drove me through the sleeping streets, past the Casino glowing like a jewel in the dark, past palm trees swaying against the cliffs. We parked above the city where Monaco spills into the sea, and sat on the hood of his car, legs tangled, sharing secrets too big for daylight.

"Do you ever get tired of all this?" I asked, motioning to the glittering city below. He looked at me — really looked. "Sometimes I just want to be a boy from here, and not… him." I knew what he meant. And maybe that’s why he chose me. I never asked for more than this.

Days melted like ice cream under the sun. We spent mornings in cafes tucked away from tourists — croissants, coffee, kisses hidden behind menus. Afternoons on his boat, me in his cap and oversized sunglasses, him laughing when I squealed at the cold sea spray. Evenings wandering the old town, my dress brushing stone steps older than both of us, his hand warm against the small of my back.

Monaco knew our secret — the way the breeze tangled my hair into his fingers, the way we pressed against each other in alleyways behind pastel shutters. "No one has to know what we do," he whispered once, pulling me closer, my laugh swallowed by his mouth.

Sometimes he’d sneak me into his apartment above the port. It was simple, sunlit, nothing like the grand hotels where everyone expected to find him. There, he wasn’t Charles Leclerc, Ferrari’s golden boy. He was just Charles — bare feet, sleepy smile, kisses that tasted like salt and something sweet I could never name.

"Promise me something," I asked one night, lying tangled in his sheets, the moon a perfect coin above us. "Anything," he said, breathless against my collarbone. "Say you’ll remember me. Like this." He pulled back, eyes soft, mischief gone. "Even if it’s just in my wildest dreams?" "Yes," I whispered. "Then I promise."

Summer in Monaco is short — a fleeting fever of roses and sunburned shoulders, salt on your lips long after the waves retreat. I could see the end even as it began. Race season would come. So would his world — the cameras, the private jets, the people who’d never see me as anything but a summer secret.

On our last night, we climbed the hill behind the palace, the whole principality laid out below us like a story we’d written in stolen hours. I wore his white shirt over my dress. He pressed his forehead to mine, and for a moment I thought I could keep him here forever.

"I don’t want to leave you," he murmured. "Then don’t," I said, knowing he would. Knowing I would too.

When he kissed me goodbye at dawn, the sky painted itself in pinks and oranges so beautiful it hurt. His hands framed my face like he could memorize it into his bones.

"Say you’ll see me again," I begged, my voice shaking. "Even if it’s just pretend," he breathed against my lips.

I left Monaco with the taste of him on my tongue and salt dried on my cheeks. I never asked him to stay. He never asked me to follow. We didn’t need to.

Because sometimes, when the wind smells like the sea, I swear I feel him — his laugh at my ear, his hands in my hair, his promise echoing down the coast.

And maybe tonight, in some hotel bed between races and dreams, Charles sees me too — red lips, rosy cheeks, standing in a white dress as the sun sets behind the palace.

A summer we’ll never get back. A secret Monaco keeps for us alone. A love that lives on — even if it’s only in our wildest dreams.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

June 8th

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1. Hello, I hope you’re having a great day. I need to find this thing that was watching the show type or book or mango or whatever one. A yanil was alive but Wei ying was dead. We find out that Wei ying is looking over lan zhan and his son. So. After they find out, he’s innocent that you find a way to bring him back I think maybe with wen Qing. @chloecov4506

FOUND? Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WQ & WN, WN & MXY & WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, Eventual WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, WQ comes back to haunt the cultivation world, Bad idea to kill the one person who didn’t kill anyone, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ) has some elements of what's described but Jiang Yanli isn't alive in this one. Wen Qing's ghost gathers the parts of Wei Ying's shattered soul, some of which are with Lan Zhan and A-Yuan, and Wei Ying eventually comes back as a god.

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2. Heyyy, I'm trying to find a MDZS fanfic I read a while ago on AO3. It's multi-part, and in the first part, it's been five years (I think) since Wei Wuxian’s death. Jiang Cheng is summoned to Jinlintai by Jin Guangyao, and somehow, during the visit, Wei Wuxian is brought back to life. Jin Guangyao wants to kill him again? Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian then try to escape from Jinlintai together, taking Jin Ling with them. Thank you for your work!! @laura-101s

FOUND?🔒Brotherhood by LtLJ (G, 10k, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, breaks from canon during the time skip, YLLZ WWX)

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3. The fic was on ao3.

After returning to Lotus pier from cloud recess lectures Wei ying and Lan zhan starts exchanging letters. Wei ying also gives Lan zhan his papermans frequently which Lan zhan keeps safely . Also at the beginning while wei ying is bidding goodbye to everyone in cloud recess lan xichen asks wei ying to write to lan zhan.

Thank you for helping me find this fic.

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4. Hello! Thank you for all the work you do! I’m looking for two fics that I just can’t find for the life of me. Here’s what I remember: A) The first has wangxian walking (on university campus?) in the winter, and they slip and fall, but the way they land lwj breaks his wrist and almost passes out and they go to the university clinic. B) The second is wangxian about to have their (first?) date, but lwj shows up with a broken arm from slipping on ice, so wwx makes him go home because he broke his own arm as a kid and remembers how much it hurt; they go back together and iirc wwx eats out lwj after he promises not to move and hurt himself. Thanks!

Hi! 4a is the correct story, thank you!! 4b is not, since it doesn’t feature lwj breaking his arm lol, but that’s ok because I found it on my own, it’s https://archiveofourown.org/works/29440566. Thanks!

4A)

FOUND! Constant Companion by athena_crikey (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, h/c, Recovery, Longing, WWX's canonical inability to put himself first, LWJ's canonical inability to accept that, LXC living his best life, initial hints at LWJ's dom tendencies)

4B)

NOT FOUND! falling (ouch) for you by daltoneering (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern, Fluff, First Date, Kindergarten Teacher WWX, single dad LWJ, Ice Skating, first date shenanigans, Injury, First Kiss, Getting Together, WWX has his usual bisexual disaster energy, it expresses itself on this particular occasion through clumsiness, you can guess the rest)

FOUND! 🔒 like the fullest moon through my heart by Anonymous (E, 6k, WangXian, Cunnilingus, Trans Male Character, trans lwj, First Time, First Dates, Dom/sub Undertones, Under-negotiated Kink, Voyeurism, sort of? but it's just lwj watching wwx, lots of feelings about masculinity and bodily autonomy, Hurt/Comfort, The Porn Is the Plot)

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5. For FicFinder, I can only remember how the chapter summaries went. They would be something like "A brother worries, one is lonely etc. It was always 3 lines and had something to do with either JC, WW, or LWJ. I read it about three years ago now.

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6. Hi hi! I was looking for a fanfic that is canon divergent, the only scene I remember is wwx giving lwj a hairpin because he likes him and lwj accidentally breaks it and wwx thinks it’s because he hates him and sulks about it and later on lwj fixes the hairpin but I can’t remember the rest. Thank you in advance ❤️ @amaraxoxo98

FOUND? For you by 10thNoNamePerson (T, 17k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Canon Divergence, No War AU, Teen Wangxian, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Jealous WWX, Soft WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign)

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7. i’m trying to find a fic — modern au, wwx was lsz’s parent before he was adopted by lwj and wwx met him again by chance year later. there was a scene of wwx telling either a-yuan or lwj about why he had to give lsz up. i think wwx wasn’t the bio parent but maybe wq was? and she had very heavy ppd, and didn’t wanna be pregnant or have a child so after the birth wwx got lsz but he was very poor and i think had to take up multiple jobs to pay for everything and maybe some debts and one day he just collapsed from sickness or exhaustion and realized he couldnt do this to lsz and decided to give him up. he mightve put lsz in one of those baby drop off boxes and he still fit in it bc he was small for his age. hope this rings a bell with someone, thank you!

FOUND? I’ll Take Such Great Care of You by CheekyBrunette (G, 50k, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Modern, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Domestic Fluff, Angst, LWJ Adopts LSZ, LSZ-centric, LSZ Needs a Hug, i think it’s a canon-typical tragic backstory, so i will say there will be mentions of dangerous and uncomfortable situations from the past, but probably nothing worse than the source material, Panic Attacks, Claustrophobia, Nightmares, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Organ Harvesting)

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8. hiii i’m looking for a fic where a random (not Lan) sect disciple berates wwx and wwx tells another disciple to go get lwj and tell him a code word (possibly butterfly) and when wwx hears him coming he starts to cry and the gusu disciples follow his lie so lwj kicks he random disciple out of lectures/cloud recesses

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9. Hi. Can you help me find mxtx crossover fic. Where the kids go on a night hunt. Xie lian meets lan jingyi jinlin. Hua cheng met lan sizhui. And Wei wuxian and lanzhan met fengxin and mu xing. Thank you so much in advance.

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10. Hi! I've been looking for the fic where WWX/LWJ (either modern day or younger I can't remember) travel/portal to meet married wangxian who help them realize their feelings for each other. The fic then ends with some papapa between all 4 of them. Thanks!

FOUND? a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 80k, WangXian, Modern AU, Parallel Universes, Modern with Magic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Established Relationship, Mild Horror, Case Fic, mildly sci-fi, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Married Couple, Love Confessions)

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11. Hi, thank you for your hard work! 🙏 For fic finder, I'm hoping you can help me with a fic where Jiang Yanli was the main. I think it was a time travel fic, and she knew JGS, JGY and Jin Zixun were at fault for what happened and she used Yu daggers with poison, a different one for each of them. Pretty sure she only left JGY alive, though only temporarily, with a slow acting poison. Thank you again! @boxedbutterfly

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12. Once again, thank you for the work you do! Off on another request. I remember a fic where Lan Zhan snaps at Wei Ying to leave him alone and Wei Ying does. He distances himself and doesn't talk to Lan Zhan unless he has to. I believe it happens during the Cloud Recess Study Arc.

Actually any fics where Wei Ying stops trying to get Lan Zhan's attention due to misunderstandings would be great too! @marietsy40-blog

FOUND? might be this threadfic by Cosmicmilktea (unrolled version)

FOUND?🔒 Of Bunnies and Sleeves and All Happy Things by moonwaif (G, 3k, WangXian, two dorks, failed attempts at flirting, Lan Zhan is jealous, but he doesn’t know it, unresolved romantic and sexual tension, Mutual Pining)

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13. lost a a fic on ao3. It was of LWJ time traveling to his younger self but it is another dimension where his uncle and mother are dead but father is alive and he is abusive. There is a Yiling Wei Sect which is led by Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren.They have WWX and his younger twin siblings. WWX, JC and the Wen siblings are great friends. This sect cultivates with both resentful and spiritual energy, and LWJ's father hates that sect. He is friends with Wen Ruohan and wants LWJ to marry Wen Chao. LWJ managed to get permission to convince WWX to marry him. QHJ takes him there, and WWX was not happy. He took him from the most ragged paths causing his clothes to get dirty but then finally met up with JC. They went into a cave to look at fireflies. LWJ lifts up his robes to step into the water when JC and WWX said he didn't know how to have fun but they saw bruises on his legs, LWJ said he got hurt when he fell down. Then LWJ plays his guqin and makes the fireflies dance around JC and WWX, who are mesmerised and then accept LWJ as a friend. They play all afternoon and when they return, upon seeing LWJ's dirty clothes, QHJ immediately scolded LWJ and WWX defends him, when it seemed like QHJ will hit LWJ, saying it was his fault he took him on the rough path. QHJ is pleased to see WWX defending LWJ and so lets LWJ go. Years later, at the guest lectures in Yiling Wei Sect, LWJ arrives alone, without even a servant to accompany him. WWX , JC and NH (Nie Huaisang) are watching the guests arrive from the roof of a building. After watching LWJ, WWX loses interest and goes back. During the lectures, LWJ discovers that he actually loves spicy food and that his spice tolerance rivals WWX's spice tolerance. WWX, while going to have lunch with his parents, sees LWJ washing his clothes in the lake. He then asks his parents to assign a servant to LWJ to do his simple chores and they agreed. He also discovers bunnies and plays with them. One day while playing with the bunnies he senses two children and plays with them along with the bunnies. They turn out to be WWX'S younger siblings. The whole sect is searching for them because they did not tell anyone where they were. When WWX discovers them he immediately starts yelling at LWJ and tells him to get lost. LWJ is deeply hurt and walks back to his quarters, also dismissing the servant assigned to him and tells him not to come anymore. While WWX looks at his siblings in concern, his sister kicks him and says that he has scared the bunnies away and hurt LWJ so he has to apologise. Apologizing proves to be difficult because LWJ avoids him at all costs but then one day he lures LWJ out to the field using his siblings and apologises.

I do remember that WWX parents died In an attack and he becomes sect leader. There is an indoctrination and WWX is forced to go. That's all I can remember...

Sorry for it being too long, I have been desperately searching using everything I have but still haven't found it... @idontknowwhatsnottaken

FOUND! 💙🔒Song Unwritten by Kytrin & Mslead (E, 94k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts, cql meets mdzs, Transmigration, Parallel Universes, YLLZ WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, References to Depression)

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14. Hi! I'm looking for a fic that I initially skipped over but really want to try. Basically it's a fic about wwx and jc going to family therapy with lwj as their counselor. The summary goes along the lines of "lwj is not in love with his emotionally unavailable patient; he is not." And is defo has a tag like "counselor lwj" in there. That's all I can say. @foyoum

FOUND? Deep Dive by MimiSpearmint (E, 24k, WangXian, Modern AU, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Are Bad at Communicating, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Therapy, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Career Ending Injuries, counsellor!lwj, give lwj friends agenda, background NieLan, Melbourne, Eventual Smut, Crack, Baby JL, domestic abuse is discussed but does not happen, Baby LSZ, Baby LJY, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Good Sex Practices, Implied Slight D/s, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, Cameos by various minor characters)

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15. Hey, I know the fic is really popular but I simply can't find the story. It has dragon!lan zhan, fox!wei ying and they met as children. Years later there is a war between the Lans (+plus other sects) against the Wens and Jins. Lan Zhan is a war lord and captures Wei Ying, who tried to rescure WN. He wants him as his empress, I think? The end had lots of smut. Thanks for your help!

FOUND!🔒Have him stripped, bathed, and brought to my tent by KizuKatana (E, 30k, WangXian, Dark LWJ, A/B/O, Huli-Jing WWX, powerplay/powerdynamic, dubcon (due to power dynamics), Overstimulation, Edging, Biting, Scenting, Possessiveness, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, warlord, Emperor LWJ, civilian (sort of) captive (also sort of) WWX, dragon sex magic, Not traditional Chinese emperor history fully alternate reality of immortal creatures)

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16. Hi, thanks for the stellar work you do. I'm looking for a fic where, at the Baifeng Mountain Crowd Hunt Jin Zixun throws something at WWX and LWJ jumps in front to protect him. He is sent to Avengers world while WWx tried to figure out what has happened. I don't know if it was ever finished as I lost track of it, but would like to read it again. Again, thanks. @remma3760

FOUND! Hanguang-Jun's Unexpected Interdimensional Vacation by StarClearWaters (Readoutloud) (G, 16k, WangXian, LWJ & Jarvis, JGY & NHS, JGY & LXC & NMJ, LWJ & Avengers, Pre-Relationship, pre-wangxian, Phoenix Mountain Night Hunt Competition, creative use of inquiry, Dimension Travel, LWJ was raised to be a polite and understanding guest, OOC, LWJ and communicating, Aftermath, Dialogue-Only, LWJ Loves Rabbits)

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17. Hi um, I'm looking for a fanfiction where wei wuxian has back pain and has to sleep outside cloud recess, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng are really protective of him and care for him a lot, I'm pretty sure it's set during the cloud recess arc. The back pain may or may not be chronic but also because of Madam Yu. I just don't know where it is in my history and don't know the names or tags. Please help, thank you @laelisgay

FOUND? The Untamed Retelling by DCandMARVELnerd (T, 86K, WIP, WangXian, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Dysfunctional Family, Abuse, Retelling, Canon Rewrite, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Friendship, Developing Friendships, Love, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Selectively Mute WWX)

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18. I just remembered this one I was readying. Should still be in progess but I can't remember it. Anyway! It was one where Wen Zhulio catches everyone else who escapes the Xuanwu cave and crushes their core. LWJ and WWX escape later but they have the sword still and duel cultivate with the sword until it changes into Chenqing? It was soooo good and I wanna reread what is there.

FOUND? Crooked by naqaashi (M, 76k, WangXian, XuSu, SangLi, WIP, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Cultivation Sect Politics, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Xuanwu of Slaughter Cave, Consequences, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Sunshot Campaign, Genius WWX, Genius LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Qishan Wen Indoctrination, Dual Cultivation, YZY Bashing, JFM Bashing, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF JYL, Soft WangXian, Fix-It, Mainly for WWX & LWJ, Not Everyone Dies, BAMF NHS, Murder Husbands, JC Has No Golden Core, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Revenge, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, WangXIan in Love, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, Fluff, WWX Deserves Better, WWX is Loved)

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19. Hey! I've been trying to find a fic where Lan Wangji secretly jerks off around Wei Ying? I think it was written like one of the five times fics in what I want to think was a college au setting? I want to say he did it once in a cafe, once behind Wei Ying on the bleachers at a basketball game and another time at a kareoke bar? And help would be greatly appreciated thank you !!

FOUND? I Won’t Tell If You Won’t by anxiousTypist (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Masturbation, Public Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, but not really, no one sees, Coming In Pants, Wet & Messyish, Mildly Dubious Consent, lwj involves wwx in his masturbation without his consent and also enjoys secretly getting cum on him, PWP)

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20. Hi, I am looking for a wangxian fic where wei ying do empathy in Lan zhan ... I don't remember the name and much of it's content... @dim2512

FOUND? 蓝色生死恋; a blue love (to live and to die for) by yiqie (M, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, wedding fic, Psychological Trauma, Empathy)

FOUND? Whatever it takes by Moonlit_dewdrops (T, 115k, JC & WWX, WangXian, JC & JYL & WWX, JC/WQ, JYL & WQ, WQ & WWX, WWX & JGY, WWX & JZX, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not Everyone Dies, yunmeng prides, POV JC, POV WWX, WQ & WN live, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX and JC actually communicate, Yunmeng Siblings fluff, But Also Some Angst, Lots of WangXian moments, Protective JC, Protective LWJ, JGS & JZn will die for sure, NMJ Lives, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Slow burn but not for Wangxian, Brotherhood, justice for the wen remnants, JYL & JZX Live, Wen Remnants Live, Cinnamon Roll WN, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, reference to wwx's suicide, Established Relationship, Torture)

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[maimaily]

LADS boys image of the day (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

summary: what image did nasa take on the love interest's bday? let's see <3. a/n: to avoid confusion with the years of birth, i'll use only the month and day + i'm picking the ones that i can relate to their lore.

Zayne — September 5

Title: "Blue Supermoon Beyond Syracuse".Credit & Copyright: Kevin Saragozza

The foreseer, isolated in a tower where today and tomorrow have converged, the great moon is advisor to an atrocious destiny and an eternal punishment. Like her, her ethereal beauty is lethal at close quarters, their doomed love corroding more than any ice.

Rafayel — March 6

Title: "Starburst Galaxy Messier 94" Image Credit: ESA/Hubble and NASA

The shores of a sea that has dried up, a love that has been sacrificed, the memories of a life washed away by the waves turning into foam. In the center of a turbulent heart, two lovers will meet again.

Sylus — April 18

Title: "Rainbow Airglow over the Azores" Image Credit & Copyright: Miguel Claro (TWAN); Rollover Annotation: Judy Schmidt

A feeling that was born in captivity was imprisoned, contained in the depths of a frantic heart, a desire for reunion that transcends reason. The retained lover has been released, in front of his eyes is freedom, in his hands the possibility of feeling tenderness once again.

Caleb — June 13

Title: "M51: The Whirlpool Galaxy from Hubble" Image Credit: NASA, ESA, Hubble, HLA; Processing & Copyright: Bernard Miller

Like a violent and instinctive impulse, the desire for the fusion of two bodies destined to perish, longing for the meeting of their souls in a peaceful paradise. The longing of a lover who, despite the consequences, does not renounce to his so vivid feeling. They will be together, because gravity starts and ends with you.

Xavier — October 16

Title: "Night Hides the World" Image Credit & Copyright: Babak Tafreshi (TWAN)

On a foreign planet, far, far away from home, the stars are the only witness to a longed-for love and a traveler who cannot return. In the distance, where the tinkling dots converge with infinity, lies the painful love of a broken promise.

[dc-megatournament]

A Master List of fighters in the “Batman vs Everyone” tournament so far

If a character isn't listed here, they haven't been submitted.

List of the Fights Already Posted w/Results (in Alphabetical Order)

Red = Lost fight Against Batman

Green = Won fight Against Batman

Blue = a third option was taken

Adam West Batman =

Alphonse Elric =

Amazing Man/Will Everett = Lost

Ambush Bug/Irwin Schwab = Lost

Amy Rose = Won

Angus MacGyver = Lost

Animal Man/Buddy Baker = Lost

Annabeth Chase =

Ant-Man/Hank Pym = Lost

Aquaman/Arthur Curry = Lost

Arceus =

Arsenal/Roy Harper = Lost

Atom Smasher/Albert Rothstein = Lost

Avatar Aang = Third option; Bruce attempts to adopt Aang

Azrael/Jean Paul Valley = Lost

Aztek/Uno = Lost

Baked Beans = Won

Baldi =

Barbie = Won

Batgirl/Cassandra Cain = Won

Batman Beyond/Terry McGinnis = Lost

Batwing/David Zavimbe = Lost

Batwing/Luke Fox =

Batwoman/Kate Kane = Lost

Beast/Hank McCoy = Lost

Beetlejuice = Lost

Ben Tennyson = Lost

Big Barda/Barda Free = Won

Big Hero 6 = Lost

Bill Cipher =

Black Canary/Dinah Laurel Lance = Lost

Black Cat/Felicia Hardy = Lost

Black Lightning/Jefferson Pierce = Lost

Black Orchid/Susan Linden = Lost

Black Panther/T’Challa = Won

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff =

Bluebird/Harper Row =

Bluey Heeler =

Blade/Eric Brooks = Lost

Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes = Lost

Blue Beetle/Ted Kord = Lost

Blue Devil/Dan Cassidy = Lost

Booster Gold/Michael Jon Carter = Lost

Brody Foxx =

Bucky Barnes = Lost

Buffy Summers = Won

Bugs Bunny = Won

Captain America/Sam Wilson = Lost

Captain America/Steve Rogers = Lost

Captain Atom/Nathaniel Adam = Lost

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart = Lost

Captain Jack Sparrow = Lost

Captain Marvel/Billy Batson = Won

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers = Lost

Cassie Hack = Lost

Catwoman/Selina Kyle = Third Option; They make out instead

Citizen Steel/Nathan Heywood = Lost

Cosmo and Wanda = Won

Crazy Jane =

Cyblade/Dominique Thiebaut = Lost

Cyborg/Victor Stone = Lost

Cyclops =

Danny Phantom =

Darwin/Armando Muñoz = Lost

Dazai Osamu =

Deadman/Boston Brand = Lost

Deku/Izuku Midoriya = Lost, Gains a father through Batman

Detective Chimp/Bobo T. Chimpanzee = Lost

Doctor Doom/Victor Von Doom = Won

Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson = Won

Doctor Fate/Khalid Nassour = Lost

Doctor Fate/Linda Strauss = Lost

Doctor Light/Kimiyo Hoshi = Lost

Dolly Parton =

Donald Duck = Won

Dr. Mid Nite/Charles McNider = Lost

Dracula (Castlevania) = Lost

Duolingo Owl =

Echo/Maya Lopez = Lost

Eda Clawthorne = Lost

Ed Dillinger =

Elektra Natchios = Lost

Element Woman/Emily Sung =

Eliot Spencer =

Ellie (TLoU) =

Elongated Man/Ralph Dibny = Lost

Elon Musk =

Elric of Melninbone =

Elsa = Lost

Elsa Bloodstone =

Emma Frost = Won

Enchantress/June Moone = Lost

Etrigan/Jason Blood = Lost

Eva-02 =

Ezio Auditore =

Finn & Jake = Won

Fire/Beatriz da Costa = Lost

Firestar =

Firestorm/Jason Rusch = Lost

Firestorm/Ronnie Raymond = Lost

Flamebird/Bette Kane =

Gabby Kinney =

Ghost Rider/Johnny Blaze = Lost

Ghoulia Yelps =

Godiva/Dorcas Leigh = Lost

Godzilla = Won

Goku = Won

Green Arrow/Connor Hawke = Lost

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen = Lost

Green Goblin/Norman Osborn = Lost

Green Lantern/Guy Gardner = Lost

Green Lantern/Hal Jordan =

Green Lantern/Jessica Cruz = Lost

Green Lantern/John Stewart = Lost

Green Lantern/Kyle Rayner = Won

Green Lantern/Simon Baz = Lost

Grumpy Bear =

Gundam Aerial = Lost

Gwen Tennyson = Lost

Gypsy/Cynthia Reynolds = Lost

Hatsune Miku = Won

Hawkeye/Clint Barton =

Hawkgirl/Kendra Saunders = Lost

Hawkman/Katar Hol/Carter Hall = Lost

Hawkwoman/Shayera Hol/Shiera Hall = Lost

Heather (TDI) = Won

Hellboy = Lost

Hello Kitty = Won

Hua Cheng = Lost

Hulk/Bruce Banner = Lost

Human Torch/Johnny Storm = Lost

Huntress/Helena Bertinelli = Lost

Ice/Tora Olafsdotter =

Iceman/Bobby Drake =

Invincible/Mark Grayson = Lost

Invisible Woman/Sue Storm = Lost

Iron Man/Tony Stark = Lost

Jade/Jennifer-Lynn Hayden = Lost

Jar Jar Binks = Lost

Jean Grey =

Jenny Sparks =

Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9 = Lost

Jerry (Tom & Jerry) = Won

Jesse Quick/Jessie Chambers = Lost

Jessica Jones = Lost

Jim Gordon = Lost

Joel Miller (TLoU) =

John Constantine = Lost

John Egbert =

John Wick = Won

Joker (Persona 2) =

Joker - Persona 5 =

Jubilee/Jubilation Lee =

Katara (ATLA) =

Katana/Tatsu Yamashiro = Lost

Katsuki Bakugou = Lost

Kazuma Kiryu =

Kim Possible = Won

Kirby = Won

Kuchipatchi =

Ladybug/Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Cat Noir/Adrien Agreste = Lost

Lan Wangji =

Legion =

Lieutenant Columbo =

Light Yagami = Lost

Lin Manuel Miranda =

Link (LoZ) =

Lobo = Lost

Luke Cage = Lost

Luke Skywalker = Lost

Madame Mirage/Angela Temple = Lost

Madame Xanadu = Lost

Magik/Illyana Rasputin = Won

Man-Bat/Dr. Robert Kirkland Langstrom = Lost

Manhunter/Kate Spencer = Lost

Mariah Carey = Won

Mario & Luigi = Won

Martian Manhunter/J’onn J’onnz = Lost

Mary Poppins =

Maxima = Lost

Max Tennyson =

May Chang =

Megatron = Lost

Metamorpho/Rex Mason = Lost

Mickey Mouse =

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers = Lost

Mister Miracle/Scott Free = Lost

 Mizu = Lost

Mon-El/Lar Gand = Lost

Monkey D Luffy = Won

Moon Knight/Marc Spector = Lost

Mr Rogers = third option; convinced Bruce to go to therapy

Mr Fantastic/Reed Richards = Lost

Ms Marvel/Kamala Khan = Lost

Mystery Inc (Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, Scooby) = Won

Naruto Uzamaki = Lost

Nightcrawler =

Nightshade/Eve Eden = Lost

Nightwing/Dick Grayson = Won

Nimona = Won

Noo Noo (Vacuum from Teletubbies)

Obsidian/Todd Rice =

Onyx Adams =

Optimus Prime =

Oracle/Barbara Gordon = Won

Orion = Lost

Ozymandias =

Percy Jackson = Won

Phantom Stranger = Lost

Phineas & Ferb = third option; Batman hires P & F

Photon/Monica Rambeau =

Pikachu = Won

Pink Panther = Won

Plastic Man/Patrick "Eel" O'Brian = Lost

Powergirl/Kara Zor L/Karen Starr = Lost

Powerhouse/Naomi McDuffie = Lost

Power Puff Girls = Third Option; Batman recruits the PPG

Puss in Boots =

Queen Hippolyta = Won

Raven = Won

Red Hood/Jason Todd = Won

Red Tornado/Ulthoon = Lost

Regina George = Won

Rick Grimes = Lost

Robin/Damian Wayne = Lost

Robin/Tim Drake = Lost

Rocket Red/Dmitri Pushkin = Lost

Rocket Red/Gavril Ivanovich = Lost

Rogue/Anna Marie LeBeau = Won

Roronoa Zoro =

Ryu (Street Fighter) =

Sailor Moon/Usagi Tsukino = Won

Saitama = Won

Sally Jackson = Won

Sanderson Sisters (Winifred, Mary, Sarah) = Lost

Sara Pezzini = Lost

Shade, the Changing Man/Rac Shade = Lost

Sharon Carter = Lost

She-Hulk/Jennifer Walters = Lost

Shen Qingqiu = Lost

She-Ra/Adora = Won

Shredder =

Slenderman =

Snoopy & Woodstock = Won

Sogeking/Usopp = Won

Sokka (ATLA) =

Solid Snake =

Sonic the Hedgehog = Won

Spawn/Al Simmons = Lost

Spider-Man/Miles Morales = Lost

Spider-Man/Peter Parker = Won

Spider Woman/Jessica Drew = Lost

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown = Won

Squirrel Girl/ Doreen Green = Won

Stan Pines =

Star Butterfly = Lost

Starfire/Koriand’r = Won

Starman/Mikaal Tomas = Lost

Star Sapphire/Carol Ferris = Lost

Steel/John Henry Irons =

Steven Universe = Third option; Batman attempted to adopt Steven

Steve (Blue Clues) =

Stitch/Experiment 626 = Won

Storm/Ororo Munroe = Won

Strawberry Shortcake = Won

Supergirl/Kara Danvers/Kara Zor-El = Won

Superman/Clark Kent/Kal El = Won

Swamp Thing/Alec Holland =

Taylor Swift =

Terezi Pyrope = Lost

The Atom/Ray Palmer = Lost

The Atom/Ryan Choi = Lost

The Bride/Beatrix Kiddo = Lost

The Crow/Eric Draven = Lost

The Cullens (Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Jasper, Rosalie, Alice, Emmett) = Lost

The Darkness/Jackie Estacado = Lost

The Doctor = Third Option; Bruce becomes The Doctor's companion

The Flash/Jay Garrick = Lost

The Flash/Wally West Lost

The Immortal Snail =

The Pope =

The Punisher/Frank Castle = Lost

The Question/Renee Montoya = Lost

The Signal/Duke Thomas = Won

The Thing/Ben Grimm =

The Warner Siblings = Won

Thor = Lost

Tigress/Artemis Crock = Lost

Tintin =

TMNT = Lost

Tom Cruise =

Toph Beifong = Won

Troia/Donna Troy = Won

Tyson (Percy Jackson) =

Ultraman =

Uncle Iroh = Won

Vampirella = Lost

Velvet Crowe =

Vibe/Cisco Ramon = Lost

Vixen/Mari McCabe = Lost

Voltron =

Walter White = Lost

Wasp/Janet Van Dyne = Lost

Winry Rockbell =

Wei Wuxian =

Wolverine/James “Logan” Howlett = Won

Wolverine/X-23/Laura Kinney = Won

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince = Won

Wonder Woman/Nubia = Won

Word Girl/Becky Botsford = Won

Xie Lian = Lost

Yami Yugi = Lost

Zatanna Zatara =

Zheng Shang-Chi = Lost

Fights That Have Yet to Be Posted (also in Alphabetical Order)

Alfred Pennyworth

All Might

Amadeus Cho

Andros (Power Rangers)

Anomalocaris canadensis

A Random Unicorn

Batman/Jace Fox

Bingo Heeler

Captain Kirk 

Carl (Llamas with Hats)

Cure Flora 

Cybermen

Cybersix

Daleks

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Darth Vader

Deadpool

Dean Winchester

Drake & Josh

Duck from Princess Tutu

Dynamite Anton

Edward Elric

Ellie Camacho

Emojibots

Emu Otori

Eraserhead

Extra Fine Neon Pink Glitter

Ford Pines

Geo-Force/Brion Markov

Ghost Spider

Giovanni Zatara

Ichigo Kurosaki 

Inuyasha

Joe Hendry

Julio Richter

Kaz Brekker 

Kendrick Lamar

Kisuke Urahara

L (Death Note)

Lady Cassandra (DW)

LEGO BATMAN vs 80s Joker

Lionblaze

Luo Binghe

Maggie Simpson

Martha Wayne (Flashpoint)

Midnighter

Ms Frizzle

Omni-Man

Paw Patrol

Plastique/Bette Sans Souci

Prodigy/David Alleyne

Rob Ford (crack smoking former mayor of Toronto)

Roy Kent

RuPaul

Sabrina Carpenter

Scar (FMA)

Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Seshomaru

Splat Black Box Dye

Stargirl/Courtney Whitmore

Suki (ATLA)

The Belchers

The Family of Blood

The Flash/Barry Allen

The Question/Vic Sage

The Ray/Ray Terrill

The Silence

Totally Spies

Tumblr Anon

Twilight Sparkle (alicorn)

Vashta Nerada

Wattpad

Zuko (ATLA)

[houseofccardsficrecs]

remus lupin

note: none of these fics are mine, i am merely compiling my fav fics and supporting my fav writers! fics marked by * contain 18+ content

ʚɞ single mom blurb by @ellecdc ⤷ where remus and single!mom reader realise their feelings for one another

ʚɞ because it’s dangerous by @lovemenotts ⤷ where reader gets into a motorcycle accident

ʚɞ pregnancy fluff blurb by @daenysx ⤷ where remus and pregnant!reader have a calm morning together

ʚɞ potions partner blurb by @moonpascal ⤷ where shy!remus asks out his potions partner

ʚɞ race against time by @jasmines-library ⤷ where remus hurts reader during a full moon

ʚɞ gasp for air by @sunskisser ⤷ where an order mission goes awry

ʚɞ hunger games blurb by @moonstruckme ⤷ where remus insists he’s a burden in the arena

ʚɞ starry-eyed fear by @crescenthistory ⤷ where you need your big brother

poly!wolfstar

ʚɞ thawing out by @moonstruckme and @ellecdc * ⤷ ice skating au where remus becomes reader and sirius’s coach

ʚɞ burnt out blurb by @moonstruckme ⤷ where reader is normally brilliant at studies but has been struggling

poly!moonwater

ʚɞ sick blurb by @ellecdc ⤷ where reader has the flu

ʚɞ angry regulus blurb by @ellecdc ⤷ where reader runs to barty after regulus gets mad

poly!marauders

ʚɞ domestic fluff blurb by @moonstruckme ⤷ where they make popcorn necklaces

ʚɞ burn injury blurb by @moonstruckme ⤷ where emt!marauders look after reader when she burns her wrist

ʚɞ stuffy blurb by @moonstruckme ⤷ where the marauders help reader find her lost stuffy

ʚɞ cat animagus blurb by @ddejavvu ⤷ where reader keeps her sharp canines in human form

ʚɞ cat animagus blurb by @ddejavvu ⤷ where reader tweaks out because of catnip

ʚɞ protective blurb by @writtenbymoonflower ⤷ where marauders protect stranger!reader from harassment

ʚɞ status quo by @unconventional-lawnchair ⤷ where fox!reader animagus and sirius cause chaos in the morning

last updated: 9 june 2025