#hijacked post with a ficlet

[jetbootcollection]

As the streets fill with noise and the skies fill with fire, I feel nothing.

For in my long travels across every map put to parchment I have faced deities, beasts, and despots alike. Faced their rancor, their steel, their arrows, their magiks. And I met them in kind to prove that my own path was more righteous.

Entire worlds fit to bursting with primordial light or darkness have witnessed my crusade. I have traveled the breadth of the firmament to do battle with the concept of melancholy. The very gods themselves have come to me to ease their burdens.

And so, as the streets fill with noise and the skies fill with fire, I feel nothing. For but this fleeting moment...

I know peace.

There is no war looming just over the horizon that I must forestall. There is no monstrosity barreling toward me to devour my entrails. There is no cry for aid from the throats of the downtrodden or dying.

I know peace. The people have gathered to celebrate, their cheers filling the streets as they vow to remember and move forward. Fire fills the skies in wondrous shapes and colors to show the people that life is worth living.

I know peace, the world melts away. I am greeted by a hyur as infinite as he is plain. The Grand Architect himself. He thanks me for the journey I have walked and will continue to walk.

By all rights I should be angry. To my well trained eye, I see before me the very font of all the challenges and troubles I have faced, every obstacle overcome. By his deft hand has risen every storm, shiver, and scream.

But all I can do is smile, as I would have it no other way.

I know peace, and the world I have fought everlong to preserve returns to my sight. Soon the streets will hush and the fires will relent to the stars beyond. And on the morrow a new dawn will be rising, bringing with it another year of this grand journey of adventure.

as important as the rising is to the lore of ffxiv it remains deeply funny to me that on a yearly basis, we dissociate so hard that our wols meet a real human being, and not just any human being but The Guy Who Produces The Video Game You Are Playing

[clawbehavior]

saw these incredible ji sung gifs from connection posted by @park-hyungsik here that made me think of a post canon gahan fic. gaon as the minister of justice is ordered by the higher ups to beef up his security prior to elections or something. they give him a list of private companies to hire the head of his security team from, who will then take care of everything else. so they'll be working veeeerrrry closely together.

he sets up meetings with company reps, and lo and behold in the third interview in walks in a familiar figure in black suit, wire earpiece, sunglasses, hair slicked back and utterly unrecognizable. yohan takes a seat across from an entirely unimpressed gaon, winks, then introduces himself as a candidate.

[lsunstreakerl]

Sunny, depending on the analogy you want to use, you are either a mafia boss (haha) or a high priest(ess)

you decide what approximately 100 people (based on your ask box and the recurring usernames I see) hyper fixate on for a time.

Because I had this thought while brushing my teeth, Crow is your right hand, there in your ear reminding you to remove your precious commas.

This is literally due to tti and dark rb happening in a weeks time and the only difference is you and the amount of info we gained from you vs the community ( as someone who sold my soul for tti, im not upset with where we are right now in the new verse) (adds dark rb to tti somehow)

hijacking your ask. demographics time!!

- as of this post, there are 192 people following this blog

- as of this post, I have 92 asks in my inbox

- most posts range from 9-20 likes

- most ficlets range from 40-80 likes

- most of my 24 hour polls range from 50-70 votes by the end, so that's a lot of you that check my blog frequently (I see you, lurkers)

- a few of you might have my post notifications on, most notably @burningallofmybridges and @thebrokenellevator who are usually the first people to like literally anything I post (I don't have confirmation that my post notifs are on for you two, but unless you are on tumblr 24/7 there's no other way for you to be that fast.)

- most serial reblogger of my posts is @max-verstappens-boy-car, who reblogs I believe every ficlet, as well as my more comprehensive ask responses.

- @farvres is entirely responsible for darkbull/dark redbull, and a few other brainworms here and there. they're also partially responsible for 1+1+1, along with @coldplums

- @decidedly33 is a complete saint for putting up with me complaining about school or work or quite literally anything. they're also the artist of any of the art you see floating around for my fics!

- calling @ahappycrow my right hand is certainly a choice. I think they were put on this earth to humble me, actually. (the historical definition of a jester maybe?)

- tti is still happening, I just also have to get dark redbull wrangled into a fic or something, because it's completely invaded my head.

- tti verse, max multiverse, whatever you want to call it. you guys are ridiculous, making me Deus Ex Machina the rookies. how am I even supposed to write that it's going to be so hard to keep track of

Anyways, potentially more yapping than you intended but I thought your ask was an interesting opportunity to point out some of the fun numbers stuff I've noticed on my blog :)

[thestupidhelmet]

i remembered your posts about "one difference" fics and i was rewatching jackie and hyde scene on youtube and this just came to me: how would you have written them getting back together s7 eps 16/17 (it still annoys me the way they got back together)

Thank you both! 😊

(The pic of the second ask was sent a few months after the first.)

Of note is the fact Jackie and Hyde didn't reconcile in 7x17 in the original version of season 7. That reconciliation was added once season 8 was greenlit to give fans a few more J/H episodes before the rewritten S7 finale -- originally the series finale, where Hyde and Jackie get engaged -- that leaves the state of Jackie and Hyde's relationship as the cliffhanger (which was intended to be resolved far differently in S8, but the choice of replacement showrunners destroyed it and the end of the show).

My version of the reconciliation episode wouldn't allow for that finale cliffhanger. The following ficlet is one idea I have.

One Difference: Jackie and Hyde Reconcile In-Character

Jackie and Hyde sat in the basement together, him in his chair and her on the sofa. Kelso wanted to show Fez a new trick he learned from Betsy, but they had to go to the Formans' backyard for it.

"But Betsy is an infant," Fez said as they exited through the basement back door."

"Exactly," Kelso said like Fez didn't understand logic. They were gone.

Jackie (to Hyde): You're still here.

Hyde: Yup. That a problem?

Jackie: I'm just surprised. I've gotten used to you leaving me.

Hyde: Let's just watch TV.

Jackie: Sure ... maybe the Price Is Right is on.

Hyde bristled at the mention but kept his attention on the TV. His shades made watching the black-and white images tough, but what he heard was more aggravating.

Jackie: Why did you leave me so abruptly at the public access studio? You were really nice and supportive. I didn't expect that either --

Hyde: I said what I came to say. It was your time. Didn't want to take it.

Jackie placed her hand on her heart. "I was going on about how happy I was about being independent. You know how hard that's been for me, getting that confidence. But you went there to say something else, didn't you?"

Hyde was silent

"Didn't you?" Jackie repeated, but Hyde stayed silent. "Say it to me now."

Hyde shifted his weight in his chair. He might've been more open last week, but that time had past.

"This is our first date all over again." Jackie shook her head and focused on the TV.

"What're you talkin' about?"

"I told you I didn't feel anything after our kiss, and you lied and said you didn't either. You're still lying to me."

"And you're lyin' to me. About what you wanted to tell me at Grooves."

"How do you -- I mean, I did not ... damn." Jackie glanced down at her lap. "What's the point in telling you the truth? That's what you thought on our first date, isn't it? I didn't have feelings for you, so you had no reason to tell me you did have feelings for me."

Hyde exhaled a heavy breath. "Look, I wasn't gonna hijack your victory last week. You've been afraid of not bein' able to support yourself, not bein' a success -- all that crap -- and I get it 'cause I've had the same crap in my skull. What I wanted changed that day."

"Changed ... " Jackie stood and approached him. Her legs were inches from his knees.

Hyde pressed his back hard against the chair; her gaze burned through him. "Not in general, man. Just that day. I wanted you to feel good about yourself. Not us. You."

"Us?" Jackie said softly "Us?" she said louder. "What do you mean us?"

She was shouting now. Hyde winced at the volume but said, "I got intel you'll be pissed about me knowin'. I pushed for it 'cause I ... needed a guarantee before I -- would you back up a little?"

"No." She crossed her arms over her chest and, after a second, gasped. "Oh, my God, Fez blabbed! He told you I -- " She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Nope. I'm not gonna say it to you."

Hyde shrugged. "Then that's it, I guess."

"That's not it. You owe me."

"How do you figure?"

"You have a remarkably good memory. Use it."

Hyde clenched his jaw, but he went over major events in his and Jackie's relationship. The first time she said she loved him and didn't care if he said it back. She'd just needed him to know. The first and only time he said he loved her, not for her sake but because he was scared of losing her.

He'd never stopped being scared. That was his freaking problem. He couldn't commit to her beyond the moment since the moment was all that counted. He learned that truth from his mom and Bud's marriage -- but it was their truth. It didn't have to be his and Jackie's.

He removed his shades. "I love you. That's it."

"Okay, now I'm confused," Jackie said. "That's it what?"

"That's the only guarantee I can give: I love you."

She knotted her fingers together. "For ... for how long?"

"It's a guarantee, not a warranty. It doesn't run out."

"But you ran out on me after promising to go to the LoPPs party."

Hyde stood from his chair, and Jackie stepped back. "I ran away, man. All right? I ran away 'cause I saw us together in the future, and the only futures I know are divorce, prison, and death. That's what 'before life goes to crap' meant." He risked clasping her shoulder; she didn't flinch from his touch. "Nothin' to do with you. All me."

"But our future can be whatever we make it, Steven." She was pleading with him, and his chest ached. "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" His eyes had narrowed. She had to clarify before he filled in the gaps himself.

"Our. Us. We both forgot those words until today. I shouldn't have made you promise to go to another event you'd obviously hate."

She had to mean the LoPPs Christmas party. He held up his hand. "Hold on a sec. You didn't make me promise. I promised, and I broke it."

"You did what Michael used to to, say something to appease me because I was too controlling then go behind my back to get a sense of freedom. But you just played with toys, not another woman's -- toys."

He used ever but of willpower not to stroke her sad face. "Doesn't excuse that I was a dillhole. I hate bein' disrespected, but I disrespected you, man. You didn't deserve that. I could've sucked it up, but my head wasn't there. It was up my ass."

Jackie laughed a little. "And my head was up the LoPPs' asses. They're like a group filled with clones of my mom. 'Being single is a sign you're not good enough to get a man.' 'Marriage is the key to happiness, so get married as soon as possible.'"

"Those direct quotes?"

"Close enough." She grasped his hand. He left his fingers loose. "None of my time with you has felt like a waste. I'm just scared of how much I have to lose. I'd rather lose it now then let down my guard and lose it when I think I'm safe."

She was speaking his language, as she so often did. He tightened his grip on her hand. "You're safe. Actually safe. ... Am I?"

"Oh, God, Steven, yes!" She cradled his cheeks between her palms and kissed him. His lips tingled, and his insides grew warm after a frigid internal winter. He'd missed this sensation, missed her, for too long, but he withdrew from her mouth. "What?" she said. "What is it?"

"I'm not proposing any time soon. You've got to be cool with that if this, if we're gonna work."

"I don't need a proposal. I just need you."

He allowed himself the barest of smiles before kissing her back, this time full of the fiery adoration he felt for her. Her breaths sped from her nose, but she held onto his waist and matched his intensity.

They ended up on the basement's sofa, lost in each other, but a startling image reached his consciousness: him in a jewelry shop, buying an engagement ring. Jackie hadn't graduated high school yet. He was only nineteen, but just like they weren't Bud and Edna, they weren't Forman and Donna. They could get engaged and stay engaged for years. Marriage could wait until they were truly ready

In this moment, though, he and Jackie were reconnecting in every way. That was more than good enough for now. It destroyed his fear. He and Jackie were solid, and he trusted they'd do whatever was necessary to keep it that way.

[deanwinchesterswitch]

20 Questions for Fanfic Authors

Thanks to @rizlowwritessortof and @thoughtslikeaminefield for the tag.

Disclosure: My AO3 is a mess. I didn’t know what I was doing when I first started posting there, and in an exceptionally OOC interlude, I did not take the time to learn before I started posting – especially about how to post a series. Additionally, many of my drabbles and ficlets are not posted there.

1. How many works on AO3?

32 {AO3} // 41 {Tumblr}

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

161,118

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos? {Click titles to read the fic on Tumblr}

Heat {One of my earliest attempts at writing smut}

Together We Are the Storm {Has an accompanying podfic done by the talented Drasna/Sandra/@talltalesandbedtimestories}

Trust You With My Heart {First full-length cardiophile story; mini-series}

Lightning Rod {First, and so far only, Jack Reacher story}

Just Me & My Baby

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Supernatural: Dean Winchester {only four stories feature a different SPN character or actor}

I have dipped my toe into and hope to write more for MCU, DC, and Reacher {TV series}

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely – though I may miss a few now and then, I try to respond to each one. I enjoy interacting with readers and always get a thrill when I see a comment.

6. Angstiest Ending? {I have more than I thought I did. This one made me cry the hardest while writing.}

Evermore – This is a one-shot that just flowed and took the least amount of time to finish once I started typing. It was inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name and is set after SPN’s horrible finale. Warning: It's not a fix-it fic.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

The majority of my fics have happy endings, but the one with the happiest overall vibe would be Not a Dry Pair.

8. Do you get hate?

I’ll never tell. I won’t give it a platform.

9. Do you write smut?

I try.🤷🏻‍♀️

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have three WIPs that are crossovers – The Choice {SPN x MCU}, A Wedding to Remember {SPN x Las Vegas(2003-2008)}, and Hearts of Anarchy {SPN x Sons of Anarchy – though this one is shaping up to be more of an AU set in the SoA universe}

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

That I am aware of, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No. Unless you count this little piece on a post that @waywardbaby and I hijacked.😅

14. All-time favorite ship?

I relish interesting dynamics, tension-filled moments, and bonding experiences in relationships, whether between friends or couples. However, I am not a shipper as fandom generally perceives it.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All my WIPs are finished - in my head.🤭 It’s just a matter of having time to write them. Actually, the first fic I started writing will never be finished and will never be posted because I’m writing it strictly for myself.

16. Writing Strengths?

Taking a perfectly wonderful short story and turning it into a multi-chapter odyssey.😁

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Taking a perfectly wonderful short story and turning it into a multi-chapter odyssey.🤣

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

If I can follow the undertone and feeling and understand how it relates to the scene or character, I love it. Currently, I have two stories that include a smattering of mixed-language dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

That’s tough!!! I love each of them for varying reasons. Ugh, right now, I would say it’s a tie between these two. Unfortunately for readers, these are both still in progress with only half the chapters posted, BUT I do plan to finish each of them.

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas – I adore Nic and what she’s doing for Dean. Their dynamic is so flirty and loving; even during stressful times, there is contentment and consideration between them, and the series is just a lot of fun. I am a big fan of and enjoy writing about established relationships. I even added an interactive companion element to this one.

Run to You – I want to be Kasey so bad! Even though I’m struggling with the current chapter, the connection these two have and how the story has evolved from its original premise have been so delightful and fascinating to write.

No pressure tags: @coffee-obsessed-writer / @impala-dreamer / @thinkinghardhardlythinking

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Not Rated Fics Masterlist (7)

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A Nest Built in a Broken Bough-Autumnanox (ao3)  Summary: How do you rebuild when all that's left is ashes? How do you heal when you're nothing but scar tissue? Katniss and Peeta try to anyway. Baker's Dozen-Burkygirl (ao3)  Summary: This is a collection of ficlets and drabbles I've posted to Tumblr. All Everlark. Chapters are rated individually.

In Any Universe-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: A collection of NON-Panem AU drabbles initially posted to tumblr. Each chapter is a different drabble with the first chapter acting as a table of contents. Ratings vary from K to E, please see chapter 1 for more info.

It's Maggie's Fault!-chele20035 (ao3) Summary: Katniss is baby-sitting her best friend's five year-old so they can catch up on Christmas shopping. While in the toy store they run into a old boyfriend of Katniss'. This is part of the Winter in Panem collection that happened over on Tumblr. Katniss and Peeta along with odesta!daughter

Naked Pictures-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: 150 writing prompts: 89 “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Oblivious-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: "Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?"

Royal Blind Date-muttpeeta (tumblr) Summary: Johanna sets Katniss up on a blind date-for which Katniss is not happy about.

Telling Old Hunger Games Tales-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: “But then, our only neighbor will be Haymitch!” “Ah, that’ll be nice,” says Peeta, tightening his arms around me. “You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tales.” A collection of canon compliant drabbles and shorter pieces. Chapter 1 serves as a table of contents with descriptions, ratings, and warnings. Ratings will range from General Audiences to Explicit.

This doesn’t hurt, does it?-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: Everlark in Thirteen featuring kidnapped but not hijacked Peeta.

Three Streets Away-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: #32 - text me when you’re home. Giving me modern au vibes of the her phone call / "Katniss, I live three houses away from you."

[kjack89]

Enjolras cleared his throat. “Here?” he asked, resting a hand on the back of the chaise Grantaire had dragged in front of the fire.

Grantaire’s throat bobbed, and he jerked a nod. “Yes,” he said, his voice strangled, and he cleared his throat before repeating, “Yes.”

Enjolras nodded, and stepped to the front of the chaise. He was about to sit when Grantaire blurted, “You need not do this.”

“I said that I would,” Enjolras said, sounding braver than he looked. “And what am I without my word?”

“Me, I suppose,” Grantaire murmured, shaking his head as he reached for his charcoal. “Very well. When you’re ready, you may disrobe.”

Enjolras blinked. “I may – what?”

Grantaire glanced up at him. “Disrobe,” he repeated.

“Beg pardon?”

“You do realize that I asked you to model for life drawing,” Grantaire said slowly.

Enjolras crossed his arms in front of his chest. “So?”

“So, I need to see the—” Grantaire waved a vague hand, his face beer red. “—the life.”

Enjolras glanced down at his groin and back at Grantaire, his brow furrowed. “The life?” he repeated.

Grantaire groaned, covering his face with his hand. “I did not mean—” He broke off, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why did you think I had you change into the robe?”

Enjolras shrugged. “I thought you wanted me to be comfortable!”

Grantaire groaned again. “I never should have let Courfeyrac talk me into this.”

“How queer,” Enjolras said, pulling the folds of the robe tighter around himself, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

you cannot convince me that grantaire has never tried to make enjolras model for him to paint and that it went HORRIBLY

[unironicallycringe]

Oh shit hi @kargaroc sorry I was looking at Ezlo's commission post and saw you mention my comm but I didn't want to hijack that post

So hi hello I never posted this cause I was managing irl stuff, but I commissioned Ezlo for a pic of my AU Fierce Deity character named Ursang, aka Not-Link! This is a scene from a not-yet-posted ficlet about his childhood backstory. Ezlo did a great job and everyone should totally commission them!!!!!! 💪��💪🏾💪🏾

[naranjapetrificada]

Separate post so I don't have to hijack this one but once upon a time, reading anything even in the neighborhood of fics like this would have been enough to lay me out, emotionally speaking, for hours. I only signed up for this account so I could read all the meta that tumblr was putting behind an annoying login wall, but I only started posting initially because I kept accidentally thinking and accidentally reading fics about the very injustice depicted here: that Ed and Stede's time together will be limited and that there's nothing anyone can do about it. My first dozen (non-reblog) posts were about the howling well of existential grief that realizing this opened in me.

I won't go into more detail because I've already written about it ad nauseum, but OP's reblog of this ficlet put it on my radar for the first time and you know what? I got a little misty eyed, but considering I once had to tread lightly around anything that implied the existence of post-canon time at all, I'd say being able to see myself immediately bounce back just now was a big deal.

[ratsummer]

💌⭐️ Send this to your emotional support mutuals, who make your day brighter ⭐️💌

Van this for real made my entire daaaaaay I am weeping and smooching youuuu 😭

I am also going to hijack this ask as an opportunity to confess that just yesterday I started drafting a post in my head to all my ghesties here on Tumblr because I have not been as active as I want to and I feel bad! I have been wanting to apologize! I think you are all some of the coolest, funniest, kindest, silliest people and I adore sharing this space with you and I always want to be here to gas you up! YOU guys make MY day brighter literally all of the time!!! And I don't want you all to feel like I am ignoring things you've put time and effort into :c

Also, you all are the ones who have put stories back in my heart <3 I have been so inspired and feeling so creative, I am just the busiest person on earth through summer/early fall so I haven't had the time to dedicate to sharing things with you lovely people c: I try to send little things here or there when I see that one of you need it, but I'd eventually like to be one of the people who has an open ask box for writing little ficlets (what IS a ficlet? vs fic?? vs oneshot??? I'm so old and I've read so much fanfiction and I STILL don't know the differences!!!) on request c:

I feel bad because I really feel like I've been missing out on a lot of what you all have been doing! For real, NEVER hesitate to tag me or send me a message or an ask if you want me to see something/think there's something I'd like!

Anyway thank you again for thinking of me Van and I am thinking of you so much even when I am not being particularly active on here!! Much love from a silly, weepy lil rat <3

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Not Rated Fics Masterlist (9)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /

Created: February 2nd, 2024

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His Name on Her Lips-appleblossomgirl (ao3)  Summary: Written for Everlark Fic Exchange Springtime 2018 event for Prompt 98: Peeta is pining for Katniss, but is about to give up because he can’t figure out a way to get her to notice him and he is being pestered to marry a merchant. He also thinks Katniss is already with Gale. Somehow, he ends up following her or he is already in the woods when Katniss shows up. Katniss, believing she is alone, pleasures herself. When she is finished, she says Peeta’s name. Of course he realizes that he needs to pursue her.  Last Christmas-Andromedadoesntwrite (ao3)  Summary: Katniss Everdeen couldn’t care less about her family’s Christmas party but after the unexpected visit of an old friend, she learns to appreciate the Holidays. Miss Matchmaker-annieoakley1 (ao3)  Summary: Eleven-year-old Prim has decided that it’s time for her sister to get a love life. Stay With Me-Annieoakley1 (ao3)  Summary: Two lost souls meet in the afterlife. Still Burning-Autumnanox (ao3)  Summary: End of Mockingjay through Epilogue from Peeta's POV. Intended to explore Peeta's character, the trauma he endures throughout the series and his journey of healing. The hijacking forces Peeta to experience exactly what he told Katniss the night before their first Games he would rather die than do - let them change him, let them destroy his sense of self. This is the story of Peeta Mellark trying to find himself again after the war. Eventual Everlark - but not for many chapters, so please be patient! :) the consolation (prize)-Annieoakley1 (ao3)  Summary: Peeta talks with his mother for the first time since his return from the Victory Tour. Implied Peeta/Katniss. The Twelve Christmas Days of Peeta Mellark-Abagail_Snow (ao3)  Summary: Peeta Mellark loves Christmas before he even knows what Christmas is... vignettes of different Christmases in Peeta Mellark's life. The Voyage Home-burkygirl (ao3)  Summary: Hunger Games Victor Peeta Mellark is struggling with his new life after the Games when an unexpected encounter on the beach one morning changes everything. In-Panem AU. Time. Forest. Axe.-78bathsheba (ao3)  Summary: Cleaned up version of the tumblr ficlet inspired by noozealand's frantic tumblr ask: "I keep thinking about johanna alone post mj tELL ME SOMETHING HAPPY" (so I did)

The First Time Additional Scenes-Annieoakley1 (ao3) 

Summary: Various missing scenes or short oneshots from The First Time.

[merelyafigment]

Okay, I'm flinging this up before bed and will probably rethink hijacking OP's post with it. (Sorry! I can repost this separately if you'd like!) It's just 👆👆👆 his fault. Wanted to write something short before bed, and thought of this and how many are saying that looks like a Chico shirt. Though this ficlet takes place post-series. You know, after the bonding and trust exercises I always have them having gone through offscreen in Lardner for They're Friends Now backstory. (...the trust exercises probably involved harming other people to protect each other, but still.)

*

Miguel greeted him with a nod towards Chico's bunk, not really looking up from the whole lazy magazine reading, two legged chair balancing act he was doing. “Your shit's on the bed.”

Huh? Chico bounced up, craning to look before leaving the entryway. “Aww, you get me a housewarming gift, Miguel?”

Tits? Nah, Miguel was too cautious and clever, and all that up in his head shit for that. Looked like… clothes? Hey, can hide tits in clothes, sure.

Miguel's scoff was directed at his reading material. “This ain't a house.”

Thud of two chair legs to the ground, Miguel shifted to a forward hunch with widespread thighs, arms resting there with his magazine fluttering between. “Could get you a nice split lip as a welcome to the pod, how about that?” At least the whole pessimistic doom thing he'd intoned at Chico with at first fell away real quickly for that familiar sly tease. Then fluttering paper half-fell to hang from one hand when Miguel thoughtfully ran the back of the other over his jaw line, all smooth. All vaguely looking out the glass like he was pondering, not at Chico still. “Or a pretty bruise, yeah?”

That's what had him tilting his head over at Chico, cheeky as fuck, sarcastic grin shining wide, peering up from below his lashes like a damn–

Chico scoffed right the fuck back at him, waving off that ridiculous idea.

Was just fucking around. They didn't fight any more. Well, not for like, real. Had their disagreements, worked ‘em out. Hadn't shared their little plastic pod before now, but Chico had no doubt they'd be good. Had kept each other's asses alive in Lardner. (But they'd been bunked with other guys, overcrowding bullshit.)

Oh, it was clothes. His, stacked and folded, kind of easygoing and loosely leaning, but nice.

Feeling them up made the sloppy folds fall further apart, sleeve of his flannel coming out to wave at him – no drugs. No nothing.

Chico squinted over to where Miguel was refocused on his turning pages. “You washed my clothes?” Not like, all of them, just a couple shirts and a pair of pants. Hadn't rifled through Chico's underwear or anything. (Not that he would've given a fuck, really. Miguel wanted to root through his dirty drawers? Well, that was a Miguel issue, no skin off Chico.)

“Did mine.”

Oh, that tease was gone now for the short explanation, Miguel acting all disinterested.

Aw, self-conscious, doing nice shit for Chico, made him grumpy.

Sure, one same-ish shirt could've been a mistake. But they kept their dirty laundry separate, and that was too many mistakes, especially since Miguel didn't own a flannel that shade, despite how it would've gone fine with his still avoidant eyes and all.

Chico grinned at him, leaning back against the bunk until Miguel had to fucking look at him again, at some point.

Was trying real hard not to, at the moment.

“Thanks, man. I owe you anything?” Came out with his own shrug, easy. Clean laundry at his back, Chico gave the guy a break. Look, was a nice thing, okay? And for Miguel, not thinking only of his own ass and walling himself off again now that they were back in Em City, throwing in some of Chico's shirts was an especially nice thing.

Looked out for each other, see?

Miguel's gaze sliced his way real fast, but he shrugged back to his reading. “Nah, we're good. Just needed to throw some shit in to make a load.”

Chuckle escaped him as he shifted the fresh clothes, carrying into his muttering with a shake. “...needed to make a load, huh? Yeah, I know the feeling, right? That a skin mag there, hone–”

“Yo, man, shut up,” dismissed with exasperation, before Miguel eyeballed him again, shaking a finger at him, all half-assed from still holding his magazine. “Can still give you that split lip.”

Chico could see the light in his damn brown eyes, not all glowering, and knew he was hiding amusement behind his stubborn mouth, refusing to curve up (too far). Had Chico's laugh spilling out further, filling their pod.

Yeah, they were good these days.

*

Will possibly archive it later, because it is basically complete (just plotless), and am sleepy now.

Today in "shirts Miguel supposedly owns and presumably wears":

Long sleeve mustard yellow flannel

2. Long sleeve navy

3. Royal blue with gray sleeve raglan

Like, come on. Whose laundry are you doing, Miguel?

[phoenixyfriend]

Star Wars AU Masterlist: Time-Travel

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Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Currently this list is separated into:

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs masterlist

Jangosoka

Ahsoka-focused

Disaster Trio (one or more, excluding Ahsoka solos or Vader solos)

Original Trilogy cast

Other

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs or Big League posts:

* Fake Spontaneous Training Bond

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

* Sandstorm Verse

* Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies

* Rex and Anakin Raise a Family

Commander Buir: an excuse to let Cody be dad-shaped

* Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse

Fake Sith TCW Trio (7.5k words)

Ghost Vader Shows Up To Help

Time-Travel Bosoka AU

The King the Soldier and the Spy

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

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Jangosoka

Fett and Fulcrum

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka

* Sugar, Spice, and a Heart to Entice (4.7k words)

Rex Cockblocks Jangosoka (it’s more depressing than it sounds)

Accidental Mand’alor Ahsoka

Jangosoka scarring Obi-Wan for life

Go away, Skyguy!

Something that’s... approaching analysis

The nature of time-travelers and Jango

Jango gets catapulted to “The Book of Boba Fett” and refuses to believe that Boba is Boba, so Ahsoka gets involved

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Ahsoka

Ezra and Fulcrum’s Wacky Adventure

Rex and Ahsoka are two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Breaking into Kamino

The Girl Who Died at Mortis

Ahsoka/Depa ft. jealous Bo-Katan and jealous Jango

Naming Conventions for time-traveler Ahsoka

Ahsoka’s Terracotta Army, which is honestly mostly @epicmusic42 and @graylinesspam

- A wee addendum

- New Mando Archaeologist

“On her way to fuck your dad” Ahsoka/Jaster, Jango staring in horror from the background

Ahsoka claims her mom is Daughter from Mortis

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Disaster Trio (non Ahsoka-solos)

A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba, tagged as “Boba and the Torrents”

Obi-Wan adopts Jango by accident

- Obi-Wan even lectures Jaster

The Future Assistant Dooku Didn’t Ask For

Are you done talking yet? (now with ficlet by @nevertheless-moving​)

Obi-Wan and Anakin as twins

The Nature of Time-Travel Romance (absolutely sucks for you)

My Obi! AU

- Addendum

Obitine + Baby Anakin

Inconvenient Crushes

- Arguments with Adult Obi

Jaster/Obi

Faustian AU: Anakin and Ahsoka go from TCW Mortis Ep. to TPM-era Kamino, and somehow become the AI that controls Tipoca city

Fulcrum and Old Ben

TCW Anakin ends up Dooku’s care between Qui-Gon and Komari since the Council can’t just give him Knighthood when there’s not a war

Physically time-traveled Anakin ‘kidnaps’ mentally time-traveled toddler Obi-Wan

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Other Prequels/TCW Travelers

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

Time Travel to Release the Zillo Beast

Bo-Katan is here to ruin fix change everything

Conservation of souls retroactive clone eggs, Thumbelina/Momotaro/Kaguya style

Padme dies and wakes up fourteen again, goes for Sidious’s throat

12yo Shmi Skywalker, with memories of the next 35 years, hijacks a ship and finds Obi-Wan’s parents (one of whom is pregnant)

Cryo Kix wakes up, spends two weeks in the ST, and then falls backwards into TCW

Time-traveler Dooku (trying not to be evil, this time), mostly by @epicmusic42)

Dooku, who is older than Palpatine, travels back far enough that he can grab Young Palpatine for the Temple before Plagueis gets him

Dooku gets punted back to Galidraan. So does Jango.

Totally the Real Jango: some clones lie to bb!Jango’s face and claim to be him, from the future

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Vader

Fox and Vader’s Excellent Incredibly Stupid and Homicidal Adventure

Future Emotions AU

Anon suggests Vader shows up in that short period between Amidala’s election as Queen and Palpatine’s election as Chancellor

Why we love Vader time travel fics

Vader and baby Anakin body swap through time

Vader time travels to be baby Anakin again, goes full vegetarian

Another Vader time travel (along with links to a misskirby au that is no longer available on her now-defunct blog)

DarthFett, possibly body swap

The one where Darth Vader travels back in time as a Kitten

Vader Swears Loyalty to a Clone Toddler

- With fic on AO3 written by @delightedlymisinformed​

Vader lands on Rattatak

Baby Vader (Raised a Sith, mental time-travel) finds padawan Obi-Wan for Help (also Maul is there)

- Maul is also an uncle for the Twins

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Original Trilogy Cast

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

Han & Boba bumped to pre-TCW

- Addendum

- There’s more now

- A bunch by @uh-oh-its-bird

Luke Collects Last Names

Luke brings a porg

Ghost Aunt Leia

Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno

- Addendum

Leia/Jango (Concord Dawn & Alderaan destruction comparison)

Time-traveled Boba, also this

Han shows up in pre-TPM, accidentally starts Being Dad at his pint-sized father-in-law

Fulcrum is how the twins know their pragmatism was justified even by pre-war standards

Somewhat Estranged ST-era HanLeia and pre-AotC Padme end up on Melida/Daan

De-aged Mandalorian cast (Din, Boba, Fennec, Luke) tossed into the months leading up to AotC

Leia when meeting AotC Anakin

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Other

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

- Palpatine Tries to Arrange a Marriage

- Addendum

Maul: Motherfucker Unlimited

Artoo and Threepio cause problems

Rey ends up in the PT, then Qui-Gon’s new apprentice

Baze/Chirrut messing around with Jinn&Kenobi

Tarre Viszla is reincarnated as Bo-Katan's baby

Cal Kestis drops back to TCW, accidentally derails things because he didn’t know he was Obi-Wan’s bio kid

An ask I got about Obisoka and Anisoka

[babygirlbdubs]

sighs. alright. i couldn't get it out of my head so uh. here, have a continuation of this quacktho ficlet from the quarterfinals. (i didn't wanna hijack stuff's post again so new post)

***

Etho's exhausted. Normally, taking Scar down in a fight is easy. But between the mass Jellie army, and Etho's own wear from the quarterfinals... if he'd just had more time...

He lay on the ground, chest rising and falling softly-- chest rattling as he breathes through his mask. The sky above is painted in morning light, the fight having lasted all night. It's the first moment Etho's had to rest since he and Mumbo walked onto the field days ago.

"It's not fair..." he mutters to no one in particular.

"Yeah, man," comes a newly familiar voice. Quackity sighs and sits in the dust with Etho, looking over at him with a crooked smile. "That's how this shit goes. Never is fair."

Etho's brows furrow as he looks up at the duck. "You have experience with this kind of thing?" he asks with a light scoff.

"Ohhh, a bit." Quackity flops back to lay next to his ally, one arm folding back behind his head as he settles. "Hey, you think they'd let us pool our votes? Bet we'd take Scar out then."

The hermit snorts and shakes his head, looking back up at the sky. He's quiet for a few moments, the loss truly starting to settle.

"If we'd just had a break, maybe I could've--"

"Hey, hey! Don't think like that, man!" Quackity lightly punches his arm, making Etho look at him with a bit of a glare. "Dude, if fuckin' Technoblade couldn't beat him, I dunno who can." He reaches out, interlacing their fingers and giving Etho's hand a light squeeze. "You gave him the closest fight outside of Techno, and you did that after fighting against Mumbo and Joe."

For a few moments, Etho just looks at him, processing what's been said. His face relaxes a little and he nods.

"Yeah. Guess you're right."

Quackity's face brightens, the wings on either side of his head perking up. "Oh! I was cheering you on, did you see?"

Etho laughs softly, a bit of affection creeping into his gaze. "Yeah. Yeah, I saw." He looks like he has something to say, but isn't sure... he swallows and looks past Quackity as he speaks. "I'm, uh... I'm glad it was you. You're a good partner."

"Heeell yeah, I am!" The duck laughs brightly. "Don't sell yourself short, though. I'm damn glad to have had you on my side."

The pair meet eyes for a moment, sharing something between them that there are no words for.

Quackity is the one to break his gaze away, looking down at their interlocked hands. "C'mon." He sits up and tugs lightly at Etho. "Let's go get you patched up and join the others. The finals are gonna be the best fight yet, I bet."

Etho groans as he hauls himself up. "Yeah, yeah." He lets Quackity let go of his hand in favor of wrapping an arm around Etho's waist. The hermit sags against him, grateful for the support. "You healin' okay?"

"Ah, stop worryin' about me, babe, I'm fine!" He starts leading Etho off the field, one step at a time. "I've had way worse. I mean, look at this scar!" Pointing to his face with his free hand, he flashes a grin-- gold tooth glinting in the rising sun.

"Alright, alright," Etho laughs out-- cutting off to cough. "... Ow."

Quackity gives him a sympathetic look and lifts up to his toes to press a quick kiss to Etho's cheek, admiring the blush that creeps over Etho's ears from it.

It only takes a few moments before Quackity is speaking again. "Y'knooowww... You should come visit Las Nevadas sometime. I think you'd dig it!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Fuck yeah, dude!"

Etho contentedly listens as Quackity starts talking about his city. Of all the things he'd expected to happen in this tournament, this certainly wasn't one of them.

But... he's happy it did. In fact, he's already drawing up business plans for Shade-E-E's in his head.

[lucyllawless]

Hi! I love your mashup with KMG from A princess for Xmas, and where you got the MB pic in the sweater(maybe it's from SG, i dunno). Can I write a ficlet for it? And post it under?

I don't want to hijack it.

Omg I would be incredibly flattered 🥺🥺 Nothing makes me happier then when people add on to my sets.

My au edits are what I would write if I thought I could pull it off. Whenever a writer is sparked by something I created I’m like, “yes, please use your amazing skills to take it to a level I couldn’t.” :DD

[from-a-reckless-writer]

Kara says the words slowly, cautiously, hands wringing together hoping that this time, this time Lena will hear her out.

Lena pauses, casts her eyes down and then looks back up at Kara with pleading, despondent eyes.

"Kara," she sighs, "We already talked about this."

At that, Kara feels frustration boiling underneath her skin.

"Talked about what exactly, Lena? Us drunkenly kissing once and you glossing over it the morning after, isn't talking about it."

She remembers that night vividly. Too vividly for someone who was said to supposedly have been drunk. The press of Lena's lips on hers, the red flush of Lena's pale skin when they pulled away, the ghost of her breath. That feeling of finally, finally having Lena all to herself.

Oh, how wrong she had been.

Lena refuses to meet her eyes. Kara's frustration now bubbling over, she tries to rein it in, takes a deep breath and kneels by Lena's side.

She takes Lena's hands gently, finally getting her to look her in the eye.

"What are you so afraid of?" Kara whispers, voice shaky.

"Everything."

Lena's eyes are shiny with unshed tears, lips trembling before asking, "Do you even know what you're asking me?"

Kara swallows the lump in her throat, curls around Lena's hands tighter.

"I'm asking you to love me. Something I already know you do."

Because that was it wasn't it? They are so painfully, overtly in love with each other but for some reason, it was always one step forward two steps back.

"That's- God, Kara." Lena snatches her hands away and Kara chases after.

"It isn't just about loving you and you know that."

Lena's tears finally fall and Kara cups her face in her hand, wipes a tear with her thumb, pleads, "Then please, please, just tell me. What is it about?"

"It's about me risking everything again; risking myself again."

"Lena-" Kara scrambles closer.

"I can't, Kara." Lena removes her hand from her cheek, stands up.

She looks down at Kara kneeling there down on her knees, tears now falling freely.

"I can't let you hurt me again. You'll kill me, Kara. "