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[donovankinard]

what's up guys!!! monthly recs - some holiday-related fics and then just general fics. i've not had as much opportunity to read fic as i normally do, and i'm pretty disappointed by that, but the hecticness of the holiday season has restrained me, unfortunately. for december we've got a lot of buddie and tevan, tarlos, bathena, mateo/nancy, polyfire, saltommy and a dash of henren! happy new years<3

🎁 cheap décor and flavoured cheer || @theclaravoyant evan buckley/eddie diaz/tommy kinard || 4k When Eddie flies back to El Paso, something goes terribly wrong. A fic about hurt/comfort, nostalgia, Christmas and coming home.

🔥 thursdays child has far to go|| @kinnsporsche evan buckley/tommy kinard || 17k Tommy laughs, as much as it can be called a laugh when he can barely get the air to do it, but his breath still grazes against Buck’s lips, the ghost of what he really wants. It’s warm, and Tommy’s still looking at him, and it’s been eighteen days, and he’s baked on nearly every one of them. They’re in a crashed helicopter and Tommy’s pinned down and it’s a terrible idea and it’s been eighteen days, he’s counted every one, and- Buck kisses him.

🔥 snowflakes falling like winter butterflies || 2pretty_2die evan buckley/tommy kinard || 1.6k “Oh man, I don’t think I’ve seen snow in nearly a decade.” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen snow outside of TV and movies.”An off-handed comment made while they cuddled on the couch watching Tommy’s favorite (Christmas) movie on Netflix ended with Buck scouring the internet for a surprise for his boyfriend.

🔥 Misperception || @emphasisonthehomo evan buckley/tommy kinard || 7.2k There’s a new kid at Harbor. He’s the youngest rookie they’ve ever gotten, one of those guys that went for the academy right out of high school. He’s also gay. Flamboyantly gay. Tommy’s jealous. OR: It doesn’t occur to Tommy that he should come out.

🔥 Bulletproof || ScarsLikeVelvet evan buckley/david 'deacon' kay || 1.1k (S.W.A.T. crossover). A rain of bullets is the beginning of the end for Evan's and Eddie's time at the 118. Their professional paths divide, but they remain close all the same while making new friends.

🔥 take my hand, heal my wound || 2pretty_2die evan buckley/donovan rocker || 1.2k (S.W.A.T. crossover). Buck expected a lot when it came to a day of hanging out with Christopher. He knew they’d play some games, maybe watch a movie, go indulge in some good food—because he has definitely turned the kid into a fellow foodie—and likely spend some time out in the sun. What he did not expect to happen was to end the day cleaning gravel from his boyfriend's hands.

🔥 A quiet place || @calinaannehart athena grant/bobby nash || 2.7k Athena had given up trying to sleep somewhere around three and had settled on the couch to wait for the sunrise. It used to be her favorite time of day, the array of reds, oranges, and yellows that painted the sky over the backyard as the sun inched its way over the horizon offering a prelude to a beautiful day. Now, however, it served as nothing more than a countdown.

🔥 Sprinkles of Joy|| BatThatBites mateo chavez/nancy gillian || 2k Mateo and Nancy are tasked with making the cookies for the 126 winter party. It can’t be that hard, right? ….Right?

🔥 A Crack In The Facade || immortalje carlos reyes/tk strand || 634w Working on last bits of release paperwork, Carlos tried to process the conversation he just had with TK and the glimpse it had given him behind the facade he wore for everyone else.

🔥 my lover's body is a map || @kinnsporsche evan buckley/tommy kinard || 15.5k They're all scarred. All of them. There isn't a single person in the firehouse that's unscarred, it's just the nature of the job. But that doesn't make the process of getting them any easier to deal with. Or: the one where Buck's drawn to Tommy's scars.

🔥 voyage || miss_tessa carlos reyes/tk strand || 1.4k The night before Carlos goes to see his father, and the moments after.

🔥 love from the other side || @fallout-mars carlos reyes/tk strand || 2.4k “Baby, oh my god,” TK replies, the words rushing out. Barely realizing what he’s doing, he manages to abandon the cups on the table over the hospital bed, moving to his husband. He’s glad he has enough hindsight—or paramedic instincts—to go to his uninjured side, because his first response is to help steady Carlos. He’s fine on his feet, but TK does it anyway, just to feel helpful. “What are you doing up?” he asks as he leads Carlos back to his bed. “You really shouldn’t be up, baby. I thought I could leave you alone for five minutes without you walking around.” Carlos says nothing until he’s back in bed, groaning softly as he lies down. TK follows, hovering over him so he can fluff up the pillow Carlos puts his head on, and that’s when Carlos sighs.

🔥 Campbell’s Soup for the Soon-to-Be Ranger Daddy’s Soul || cyrusbreeze carlos reyes/tk strand || 3.7k Carlos reflects on the possibility of raising Jonah with TK. Ranger Campbell and his family offer a surprising amount of clarity.

🔥 We can make it out (right?) || BatThatBites mateo chavez/nancy gillian || 2.7k Nancy didn’t expect to have her hands sticky with her boyfriend’s blood. Mateo didn’t expect to be bleeding out in a warehouse fire. They both didn’t expect an asteroid to be hurtling towards Austin

🔥 looking forward to the future || @fallout-mars carlos reyes/tk strand || 1.5k Glancing over his shoulder, he looks into the empty backseat of their truck. He stretches a little, careful not to strain himself or his stitches, then gestures behind him with one hand. “You think we’ll be able to get a car seat in here?” Meeting TK’s eye, he gets a blank stare in return. “What?” “A car seat,” Carlos repeats. “It’s good we ended up with this. There’s no way we’d fit one in the Camaro. In fact, we’d be violating multiple traffic offences if we did.”

🔥 you can breathe now || @decafdino carlos reyes/tk strand || 1.7k He gets the call while he's at work, because of course he does. Of course the universe decides that something terrible is going to happen in the middle of a shift. Well, fuck the universe. That's TK's philosophy.

🔥 I can't explain what's up with me today || @neversleepuntilfive carlos reyes/tk strand || 1.3k "Hey baby, are you okay?” TK quietly asks his boyfriend, who is sitting on their couch with his head slumped against the armrest. He just came home from his long shift. Carlos doesn’t answer him immediately, contemplating if he can gather his strength and push through it so TK isn’t worried. The truth is the day was horrible. He doesn’t even know why. Carlos usually gets up with the sun. But today, he doesn't. He's feeling terrible and can't think of a reason why. There is no reason as far as he is concerned.

🔥 Not your fault but mine || Liv_lily carlos reyes/tk strand || 13k TK stood just outside the recovery room they’d wheeled Carlos into, leaning heavily against the wall. There’d been a never-ending stream of medical professionals going in and out since the surgeon had let them know that everything went well, that a full recovery could be expected with time. He squeezes shaking hands into fists and tries to control his breathing, tries to stop the weight on his chest from collapsing in. He feels shaky and nauseous, panic crawling up his spine. Deep breaths, four count in through your nose. Hold four counts. Four count out your through your mouth. He tries to match his breathing to the slow beeping of the vital signs monitor, tries to take comfort in the steady rhythm. He should go into the room.

🔥 in our reflections of one another (we will start something new) || cyrusbreeze carlos reyes/tk strand || 212k (SERIES). Four years before the events of the pilot, Carlos and TK met in a bar in New York City. Their intense one night stand resulted in more than just a lasting impression. When TK arrives in Austin, both Carlos’ and TK’s worlds are rocked to their core and the impact of their night together has ripples that will last for the rest of their lives.

🔥 I am sorry for your loss || carlando_addict carlos reyes/tk strand || 2.3k TK dies and Carlos tries to process what his future will look like without the love of his life.

🔥 Faithless Plea || lonechronicles evan buckley/eddie diaz || 8.2k “I have done everything I was supposed to and still my life has fallen apart, and been ripped to shreds. I, I don’t know how much more I have left in me. You have taken everything from me. You can not have him too. You can’t take him away from me too. Please, please, don’t take him away too. Give Buck back to me because I cannot survive this, I cannot survive anything without him.” His voice was loud, not yelling, but loud enough that if someone had come outside they’d hear a voice. “I don’t even know if I believe in you but here I am, asking, begging, praying, a faithless plea if you will, just, please. Please, for the love of everything that you stand for, bring him back to me. I don’t survive this if he doesn’t make it.”

🔥 Him || lonechronicles evan buckley/eddie diaz || 5k He’s trapped in his head. The lyrics eating at him from every corner of his being. Religion and God and the sins of loving another man, the story vivid in his mind. A man raised on faith, feeling lost and disconnected. Trying to find himself, to understand himself, while feeling like that removes him from everything he's been taught to believe in. Feeling like connecting to himself will rip him away from everything that he knows, alienates him from his family, leaves him heartbroken and alone. So he hides. Hides himself, shelves his feelings and pushes through with what he’s meant to do. There’s a path perfectly laid out for him and it’s safer to follow it. It’s easier. He loses himself but everything else in his life stays intact, and that might just be enough. At least it is for a while.

🔥 you will get a sentimental feeling when you hear voices singing || @smilingbuckley evan buckley/eddie diaz || 2k Buck mopes, has a conversation with Bobby, and goes to a charity event.

🔥 a wolf without a foot || @screamlet evan buckley/tommy kinard || 34k Tommy wants to find his way back to Buck, but he has to find a way through himself first.

🔥 They Can't Take That Away From Me || @rdng1230 evan buckley/tommy kinard || 3.5k Tommy dabs the corners of his mouth with a napkin and gets up from the table, going over to the record player. “Is it wrong that I kinda like that there’s these gaps in your musical knowledge?” Tommy sighs, slipping a record out of the sleeve and placing it on the turn table. “You teach me so much, it’s nice to be able to show you things too. Makes me feel like I’m listening to things for the first time.” Buck feels his heart swell three sizes. He still feels like Tommy’s the one instructing him most of the time. And here comes his boyfriend calling him the teacher. He has a sneaking suspicion his love for this man will never stop growing.

🔥 Shafted || @sunnywithachanceofbi sal deluca/tommy kinard || 6.1k When the 118 are called to rescue a group of employees trapped in an elevator shaft, the power goes out again mid-rescue, leading one of the crew to get hurt.

🔥 100 Days of Henren || @theclaravoyant hen wilson/karen wilson || 4k (ongoing drabble collection). A series of 118-word drabbles centred on Hen, Karen and/or both. Written for 118dailydrabbles hiatus challenge.

🔥 Frost & Found || @sunnywithachanceofbi evan buckley/tommy kinard || 13k Two years after losing his husband (Sal), Tommy magically brings a handsome snowman (Buck) to life! Through his naïveté, the snowman helps Tommy to laugh, feel and love again, as the two fall for each other just in time for the holidays...and before he melts. ☃️

🔥 proof of god in your soup || cardiacsweetheart evan buckley/eddie diaz || 13.5k “God, we’re too old for this.” “What, love confessions?” Buck asks, just to be annoying. Eddie glares at him. “Not what I meant, but sure.” Or: Buck thinks he was born to be left behind. Eddie proves him wrong.

🔥 sell your fear and leave me standing here || @redgoldblue evan buckley/tommy kinard || 12.8k Buck bakes, has sex, and goes to gay bingo. Tommy wallows, gets told off, and wallows some more. Eventually, they kiss again.

🔥 The "Tommy Writes Hotshots Fanfic" Series || @herrmannhalsteadproduction evan buckley/tommy kinard || 7.7k Tommy gets sucked into the Hotshots fandom. (It's Karen and Maddie's fault.)

🔥 Chasing Fires || @thatmexisaurusrex evan buckley/tommy kinard || 150k 24-year-old Tommy Kinard meets 19-year-old Evan Buckley as Evan tries to steal food at a grocery store. Tommy decides to let Evan crash at his place until Evan figures out what his next steps are, giving Evan the same help someone had given Tommy when he had been kicked out of his house years ago.

🔥 our secret moments in a crowded room (they've got no idea about me and you) || @speaknowbuckley evan buckley/eddie diaz || 13.3k Professional Baseball Player Eddie Diaz and Professional Football Player Evan "Buck" Buckley have been married for the past six years, not that anyone outside of their close circle of friends and family knows that. But after they're photographed together and the internet starts going wild with sleuthing and conspiracy theories about their relationship, they're forced to consider whether or not the time may be right to come out publicly.

🔥 comeback of the year || @ambernotember evan buckley/tommy kinard || 5.1k Casey distracted him with stories of baby eagles and a dispensary hostage situation while Tommy drank his whiskey and worked his way towards telling Casey what had happened with Evan.

🔥 with a little help from your (best) friend || @exhaustedpirate evan buckley/tommy kinard || 1.9k “Why aren’t you wearing pants?” (or, what happened after buck and eddie sat down the couch)

STATS: # of fics: 35 # of authors: 30 # of words read: 575k

[mrgladstonegander]

started out as me wanting to draw magica as a tired student (because i am a tired student) but then i just started. drawing everyone else

[exotic-indians]

[harompe]

oh oven, we are really in it now

[quoigenicfromhell]

Y'all realize that the 'mancy' part is not the problematic part of 'tulpamancy'

[theoryofwhatnow]

like minds 🤝 the locked tomb

having a small ass fandom but every single artist must be shooting substances because all the fanart is literally to die for.

[hiveswap]

Pötyi <3

[thelightattheendofthistunnel]

psicodramma anticipato a venerdì così ce lo togliamo subito subito

[eldritchamy]

it turns out trying to come up with realistic scientific terminology for types of magic is kinda hard

[uberthemeh]

Something something Necromancer OC comic

[glass5andwich]

spreading the homo parade further on here

[mrgladstonegander]

yeah these are just my ocs and im playing dolls. i do not make things easy for oliver oca

[merryfortune]

feelings (illogical and whimsical) affirmed by kismet

Written for femslashfete on dreamwidth

Prompt: Kismet

Title: feelings (illogical and whimsical) affirmed by kismet

Ship: Echo Lyne/Meeta Osita 

Fandom: Virtual Streamer Animated Characters

Word Count: 2,261

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Tags: Fortune Telling, Unrequited Pining

   For the first time ever, Meeta felt like she was on a roll with her latest financial venture.

   She couldn’t stop grinning and making her fat, little coin purse jingle. Happy customer after happy customer and they were all happy to pay her, too, for her services which made her really, really happy.  

   Meeta had gone the full mile for this project, too. She really rolled up her sleeves and put in some effort to make this venture work. She was working out of her own tent that she had pitched in the spacious, concrete foyer of the V&U building. 

   The tent, in question, was a huge sheet of indigo with silver embroidery that she had draped over a pole that she wrapped with fairy lights. She got a crystal ball and a low table that she bedecked with an inordinate number of lace doilies. All atmospherically dark and shadowy on the inside, illuminated by a flickering candle, It was the perfect place to pitch her fortune telling.

   It had all the trappings of mysticism and the occult, to really sell her credibility as a witch who specialised on all things that peeked into the future. Astrology, tea leaf readings, dream interpretation. Meeta was determined to do it all if there was a market for it and with so many colleagues with so many different wants, needs, and personalities, she knew that business would boom.

   Her first customer of the day was Cyon and she was a tough nut to crack but like everyone else in V&U she was prone to getting carried along by the chaos. She was a sceptic, at least on the surface but once she heard what she wanted to hear, well… Then she was all money bags for Meeta.

   Meeta gave her a tarot card reading that promised her riches and wealth galore. Good fortune and lucky escapes. Her ventures would be safe from pesky little things like the law and their enforcers. She would be swimming in it soon enough. 

   Maeve had gone in and had come out with a palm reading. She was all stars in her eyes and had clearly crammed before her appointment with Meeta because quite frankly, she knew more about chiromancy than her. Regardless, she was satisfied by hearing Meeta recount everything with her own speedy lilt and was thoroughly convinced this was all brand new information to her. 

   And then there was Suri. Sweet, sleepy Suri. Meeta tried to read her fortune by casting runes made of rose quartz but she mistakenly took them for a snack and so, made her own happiness by having something to eat. That was good enough for them both and Meeta took it as a win.

   A win which was quite possibly the last one of the day. After all, she had gone through three of her four genmates for cash and now there was only one left: Echo.

   Sure, there were the others, the Senpai and Kouhai, for example. 

   Kokone wanted her dreams to be interpreted and Liora was interested in numerology. Lofi was going to curate the perfect playlist of seventy-eight songs for them to try shufflemancy together. Spectra had requested Meeta’s expertise in tea leaf reading and Misma was after a pendulum reading. D.K. had dibs on using animal bones which worried Meeta but was happy for runes as a second choice. Zeli wanted to try dowsing rods. Amoria was interested in everything and anything, and then the Triple A club wanted their birth charts done together. Meeta was fully booked out for tomorrow and beyond but she still had an open slot for Echo who was…

   Entirely uninterested.

   No matter how Meeta asked, no matter how Meeta begged, and no matter how Meeta weaponised her puppy dog eyes.

   “Oh, please.” Echo rolled her eyes and folded her arms. “I am so not interested in your grift, Meeta.”

   “Please, please, please, Echo, it’d make me so happy.” Meeta persisted.

   Echo stared at her, “More like makes your wallet happy.”

   “Why are you being so mean to me?” Meeta cried, but they both knew that it was crocodile tears. The tear that glistened in the corner of her eye was far too shiny and far too well rehearsed. She clasped her hands together.

   “I’m a robot, duh.” Echo said and her arms unfolded.

   She gestured to all of her. Her various plugs and inserts, the power button on her forehead. She was all shiny in chrome and silicon, wrapped in plastic and criss-crossed with various vermillion wires. 

   “And?” Meeta pretended to not see the logic in a robot not believing in fortune telling.

   “Rocks don’t have auras, they have radiation levels. Tarot cards are just flimsy cardboard rectangles. Do you really think the position of the stars and planets have an influence on the already fraught nature versus nurture debate?”

   Meeta took arrow after arrow to the heart. She did. She really did believe those things. She made a face, stuck out of her tongue.

   Irritated that Meeta had no convincing argument, Echo huffed and put her hands on her hips all sassy, “Fortune telling is pseudoscience at best and straight up lying at worst.”

   “Hey… I would never…” Meeta denied through gritted teeth.

   She fidgeted and leaned away from Echo in her guilt. She would do that, actually. They both knew that she would do that. But she hadn’t done that! Not today at least. 

   As though to add insult to injury, the air conditioning blew a little harder with an unusual noise to accompany it. The tent behind Meeta lifted and rose and without its silken shroud, it just looked like a child’s cubby house. It lost all marvel and mystery when it was exposed in the sudden breeze. Meeta shivered but Echo relented.

   Echo’s shoulders slumped and she made a vague gesture, she showed off her black, metal palms. Meeta reached out to them and Echo allowed her to take her hand inwards. Meeta explored them, gave them a massage. She examined them closely under Echo’s uninterested eye.

   Her fingers were slender but short. They were smooth and though humanlike, entirely inhuman. On the inside where her palm was, there was nothing of note. No chips, no scratches, no nothing. Echo took very good care of her robot parts. She had to give how often she exploded, she needed to stay in tip top shape if she was ever going to take over the world.

   So, Meeta sighed a hefty sigh. She held Echo’s hand a little tighter with visible disappointment. Any observation that she could muster would be an obvious lie. There were no love lines, no ridges, no nothing.

   “I don’t believe in these sorts of things but if you do, well, is it really that different simulations a supercomputer can run? It's all ones and zeroes in the end.” Echo began.

   Meeta’s eyes widened. She had encountered plenty of non-believers. People who saw her as middle school syndrome riddled lolita than the witch that she very genuinely was. Echo was… wasn’t one of those people. She was so hard but she was able to reject Meeta so softly nonetheless.

   Echo pulled her hand back. It slipped through Meeta’s soft, human fingers. Echo drew it inwards, over her breastplate. 

   Echo smiled, “We all know it’ll rain every so often, that we shouldn’t spend money willy-nilly. That heartbreak is inevitable but so is joy. I don’t need cards or rocks to tell me that sort of thing. I can just experience, live it for myself. I’m very thankful to live each day as it comes because… I was asleep for so long. The world has changed plenty but I don’t think its change is due to the alignment of stars or symbols on a piece of paper. I think it's because of people and what they can do materially.”

   “Ah. I see.” Meeta blushed. Her heart lurched in her chest. That was oddly profound for a tin can from the eighties.

   “If I am fortunate for anything, it is for you, Maeve, Suri, and Cyon.” Echo said. 

   “Th-Thank you, Echo.” Meeta replied.

   “So yeah. I don’t need my fortunes read, thank you very much.” Echo shrugged and then she laughed. “Besides, knowing your luck,” she teased, “your business will go poof soon enough.”

   “Hey, I take offence to that.” Meeta grouched but she couldn’t fully put her heart in it.

   Echo laughed some more, “Imagine if you actually applied yourself to verifiable pursuits, oh man… Wouldn’t that be something?”

   Meeta pouted, seemingly put in her place by Echo, but here’s the thing.

   She knew something that Echo didn’t. 

   Something that very well may cause the possibility of fate to loop around and seal itself as true.

   “Anyways, I’ve got business to attend to elsewhere.” Echo excused herself.

   “Ok, bye.” Meeta replied, miffed.

   “See you later. Go do something productive with your life. Like me.” Echo chortled and she sent herself on her way with that.

   She waved Meeta goodbye and left her in front of her very demystified fortune telling tent. She watched as she sashayed off with a clunk, clunk, clunk of her metallic feet. Meeta sighed and deflated once Echo was out of sight, around the corner of one of the hallways that the foyer was conjoined to.

   Before she started today’s trend, she had, of course, done a reading for herself. She had heard reports that it was unlucky to read one’s own fortunes and maybe now she knew why because the future that Meeta foretold for herself. Well, it looked a lot like the present she was living in now.

   Meeta just did a three card spread. To get her bearings before she used her cards and other methods on her upcoming customers of the day. She wasn’t expecting much to come of it, she was just sharpening skills and yet, what she pulled off the top of what she shuffled caused a flutter in her heart.

   The first card she pulled was placed into the relationship slot and already, when Meeta saw the colours and symbolism, she thought of Echo. She had drawn and revealed the Chariot upright. The horse and carriage going ever forward at top speed: it symbolised challenge and victory. The willpower that it exuded could only foretell a clash of personality, Meeta worried as it was such a stubborn and yet exciting card.

   The card that followed was the Seven of Wands. The illustration was of a man with a spear fending off unseen enemies who outnumbered him and had far more weapons than he did. It represents a struggle, a pointless back and forth that doesn’t go anywhere and yet, it does not represent ground ceded but rather, protected and defended. A perfect selection of fate’s for the problem slot. Given that Meeta had no enemies to actually fight in a bloodless battle, she was going to assume this card was an allegory for a more social problem.

   And then lucky in the last slot, Meeta pulled the Star in reverse as her third card in the solution slot. She swallowed. Her stomach dropped as the omen that it portended with was ill. The Star was her card but in reverse, its flaws and misfortunes became apparent. Inspiration turned to lack of progress and motivation, all that sparkled and shined turned to a dwimmer of despair and uncertainty. For that to be in lieu of a solution, well, that didn’t bode well for Meeta’s pride.

   From the collection of cards in front of her, Meeta was able to glean a meaning from the various symbols and how they intertwined with each other and herself. She could only see it ending in failure, in friction and obstacle. An argument that did have a gleam of hope inside of it but whether that hope could persevere like a man on the hill, Meeta was unsure. She took heart in the major arcana, how the symmetry of the upright Chariot and the Star in reverse, well, it could only result in Echo and her respectively.

   Then for good measure, just to see if there were additional influences that could sway her budding feeling of sorrow, Meeta had cast her own gemstones for a touch of lithomancy. The runes scratched into them only served to reinforce what she could find in the lines of her own palm.

   A narrative formed in Meeta’s head as she made the best of what topsy-turvy symbols she had collected. She was going to have a unique, if abrasive, encounter only to get into an argument with said person. But from the argument, there would be enlightenment and the deepening of a bond.

  If only that bond could come out of the dark. 

   She closed her eyes. She thought of the stars in the night time, she thought of horses trampling the grass below. She thought of a wand waved wildly in defence. She held onto a breath that she inhaled as she thought of Echo’s kind words unto her. Though their worldviews seemed incompatible, there was still kindness to be had. 

   So she stood there. Pining in the foyer of the V&U building. Business closed for the day. Maybe Echo was right about that too, only it was a whimper instead of a bang.

   Meeta opened her eyes and felt a flicker of clarity. For now, Meeta saw no world nor future in which she could convince Echo of her feelings, illogical and whimsical as they may be, affirmed by kismet.

[minrathou]

you licked a dead spider. you licked it.

[smilesrobotlover]

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