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[kranklys]

I was just glaring at my moshang fic doc and started choking on my sandwich and I literally saw my life flash before my eyes. Ain't no way I'm transmigrating into this fic

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[lefarte]

Hello, could you write about Samarie being afraid of thunderstorms and the reader comforting her during one?

Shout out to Samarie because I am also afraid of loud noises

GN reader, fluff and comfort

Since the morning, Samarie had been monitoring the weather channel obsessively. You were helpless to drag her away from the screen. It began with a light drizzle and heavy fog. Then an occasional deep growl, and sudden whips of light from outside.

Afternoon came and went, and a window had shattered from a stick being forced into the glass pane. By the time you sealed it, she had already gone into hiding.

The power had shut off through the whole block. Not only the lights had gone, but the heat and water too. You were left in a dead silent house with nothing but a flashlight and the rain drumming against the roof.

“Samarie, please come out.” You pleaded.

No response.

She had made many hiding spots throughout the house. You would find clothes, blankets and snacks mysteriously missing until they turned up in a closet, a shelf, or some other place. She was so tall, but she could contort herself in odd ways to shrink herself into a scared little ball. It was something very deeply instilled into her, almost an animal instinct.

You shivered and rubbed your arm. Goosebumps.

“You’re safe with me,” You cooed. “You know that.”

The lights flickered softly, before sputtering and dying out again. No answer.

“Samarie…”

Something wet seeped into your sock. You instinctively cursed and went to raise your leg to check. Before you could, something cold shot out behind you pressed against your back.

Her ice cold hands roughly clawed into your sides. She needily pressed herself up against you, clinging onto you painfully hard, grabbing at you like a child every time you squirmed. She was sobbing into your shoulder like a baby, her breath short and small and ragged. You dropped the flashlight.

“I’m sorry!” She sputtered into your hair. “I-I’m sorry, my love! I didn’t break it! It wasn’t me!”

She dug her nails into your hips, your stomach, anywhere she could find purchase, trying to press your body as close to hers as she could. Your own cheek was becoming slick with tears from how she was nuzzling into you. She clumsily wrapped her legs around yours, clambering all over you, hiding behind you desperately.

“Ow! Owowow! That hurts!”

“I-I’m so sorry! I’m sorry darling! I’m not trying to! I swear!”

A violent crack of lightning burst out, this one striking closer and heavier than before. She wailed loudly. You stumbled backwards under her weight, rolled your ankle on the flashlight, and fell right on your ass. She landed on top of you.

Samarie whined hoarsely, her voice too tense from apologizing to speak any more, and curled up against your chest.

“Oh, no….” You sighed and wrapped your arm around her back, watching her sniffling and hiding her face in shame. “Poor thing.”

“I didn’t do it…” She trembled, her eyes red.

“I know, I know.” You pulled her closer. “Come here.”

You hugged her weak, trembling figure, softly petting her hair. She whimpered affectionately and pressed her head against you. You kissed her forehead.

“Did the noise scare you?”

She nodded wordlessly, pressing her head against your lips again. You kissed her head twice, and then her wet cheeks, and then her chin. She made a strained noise of pleasure.

You felt around the floor. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up in it snugly. “There.” You patted her head

“I’m pathetic,” She muttered bitterly.

You wiped her eyes. “Don’t say that.”

You sat in silence for a bit, with her in your arms listening to the downpour. Brushing through her hair with your hands whenever thunder struck. The trembling eventually subsided, replaced by a soft tiredness around her eyes. The chill had passed. Your body heat together was enough to keep warm.

“Are you sleepy?” You propped your head up with your hand.

She hesitated. “Maybe.”

“Go to sleep. The storm will pass in the morning. We’ll figure out the window situation later.”

With a small defeated sigh, she tightened her grip around your waist. “Okay… I love you.”

You kissed her forehead one more time. “I love you too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…”

[fortjester]

maaaaaaaaaan. come ON

[snoopyviktor]

sneak peak of chp1 for my new wild west / zombie au :) aiming to have the first chapter posted by the beginning of march

[dissidiacloudstrife]

i talked about this idea with a friend, and while i dont really enjoy bittersweet endings, i wanted this idea Out.

It was time again, as he was so graciously told by Cloud. Or not told rather. At this point in their relationship, he could tell just from the head nod as he passed him what it meant.

Genesis just hoped he could handle it this time.

Their clothes fluttered harshly on Fenrir, Cloud rushing as he throttled the bike as fast as he could to the most deserted part of the Wastes he could. It was like a pulse, Genesis realized, his hands holding onto Cloud's chest. His heart was beating so much. The red head wondered if it was because this was their first time together meeting him. Or just the rush of having to fight Sephiroth again.

The tug of a smile on his face, at the idea that Cloud may have, at one point loved sparring. Then his body throbbed in pain, and he exhaled hard through his noise. The blonde shifted his head slightly, and Genesis shook his head.

Their ride was quiet until the pulse singing in Cloud's blood was too loud to ignore. The bike only slide to a stop momentarily, ride to the "edge" of the battlefield they had apparently chosen. The entire area was empty regardless. Genesis knew Cloud was trying to keep one of the few things he cared about out of the way.

Genesis looked up at the clear, blue sky. It was funny, as if the world couldn't care less that Calamity's son was appearing. He knew better as he looked over, Cloud's swords in their holsters and him doubling over. The red head frowned, walking over, and taking his hand, his other hand on the blond's holster, and walking him away from his bike.

Since there were no more Jenova cells except from within their bodies, and what few SOLDIER's live, of course Sephiroth rips whatever pain he can from Cloud himself.

The sky above them bloomed into pastel colors, surrounded by white and purple. It looked like a bruise of the planet.

Genesis huffed, releasing his partner, and unholstering Rapier, fire materia activating in preparation.

He was impressed with himself when he only had to move one leg back to keep himself where he was as the world suddenly rushed by him. Sephiroth had already charged with lighting speed to Cloud's blocking blades.

Really, as much as Sephiroth changed, the more they seemed to have stayed the same.

Genesis thinks he must have heard his thoughts because his eyes moved over to him, facial expression moving from glee to rage.

The movement was out of his abilities, and the only reason Genesis wasn't dead with Sephiroth's second move, was because of Cloud.

"You felt the need to bring in a third for our time together, Cloud?" The smirk was already back on his face. "Losing your touch?"

"You wish." The blond huffed, moving his sword out of the way. "He wanted to see you himself."

That made the facade fall, for all of the microsecond the corners of his mouth dropped. But Genesis knew. He always knew.

"You can't fool me, love." Genesis wasn't going to waste this. He was going to strike where it hurt. "I know about you."

"What could you possible be getting at-"

"I loved you. I loved you, and I threw you away. You tried to help me. Remember? You tried to save my stupid ass, and if I had just not listened to Hollander, or my own selfish instincts-"

"Genesis-" He said his name, he was frowning now, but Genesis pressed on.

"You loved me. You loved me, Sephiroth. You had so much love to give, you not only gave to to me, you gave it to Angeal. You would have given it to Zack.

You would have given it to anyone, and you did."

Another quick movement, side stepping Cloud all together, but at least Genesis could see this coming, Rapier coming up to meet Masamune.

"Don't you miss him? You can hate me, but you can't hate him."

The rage hit him before the impact of being shoved back by a force that made him skid along the earth on his back.

"He was a traitor, just as you were, as you all were."

Genesis, despite being older, and in more pain than he's ever been in since Deepground, stood up.

"He was following me! I tempted him! Manipulated him!" Genesis cried out, fire crackling in his hand now as Sephiroth stalked towards him. He saw Cloud behind him start to move, and furrowed his brows down at him, making him stop.

"I did everything I could to hurt him and you as well. ON PURPOSE." The fire spread in a wall on the ground in front of him, as he twisted his body, shoving it forward at the silver haired man. It barley stopped him as he slashed his sword to make an opening.

"I don't ask for forgiveness, love. I never had." He saw the sudden change this time, Rapier up, and actually holding Sephiroth back. His arm ached. They stayed like that for a few seconds, unblinking eyes looking into his dulled ones.

"Aren't you tired, love?" There was silence.

"Why would I ever be tired? There's-"

"Because I fucking feel it, Sephiroth." Genesis growled out. "I feel it, I know it's there."

"You never had my-"

"Listen to me! For once, can you please just listen to me, love." He begged at him. "I'm tired, I'm so tired. I can feel he's tired too. I know you're tired. Your humanity was as ever there as you were alien. You cannot remove the two." There was a questioned push down on Rapier, he pushed back as his blood sang pain.

"I know you. Sephiroth. The love of my life who I banished to the worst parts of myself."

He knew, that in the end, this was how he wanted it to end. Even as Genesis saw the blade as it moved up, and then back. It was almost in slow motion to him, as it gleaned in the hot sun, as it was thrust forward.

Genesis didn't stop it as it bloomed a horrible pain throughout his middle.

"Are you not tired? Gift of the Goddess? I am." His body shook betraying himself. "I know I am." He heard Cloud scream for him, and he could only look with his half lidded over to him, smiling at apologetically as he could.

"Your hair..." There was a choke back, "You grew your hair longer."

The almost fanatical laughter that came between blood on his lips, "It was time to grow it out." There was words between them there.

Sephiroth grabbed at Genesis as he started to fall. Masamune didn't leave his body, he didn't mind.

"Are you ready to go home?" Genesis smiled at him, Cloud close enough to hear him, stopping at what he was watching.

Sephiroth didn't say anything, didn't blink, and only stared down at him, searching. Always searching. His eyebrows down, unable to understand.

He was never good at human emotions.

Genesis' hand reached up to gently rub his thumb over his silver lover's cheek.

"Come with me, I don't want to be alone, Sephiroth." His voice was soft, a whisper of what it once was. "I don't want to be alone..." He felt the cough, blood splattering between them.

"Cloud. I'm sorry. The fates are cruel." Genesis' eyes rolled over to see him standing, up behind Sephiroth's back. "Can you send us both back?"

He felt Sephiroth tense, and saw Cloud do it at the same time. He tried to chuckle, but more blood got in the way.

"I won't last too much longer, love."

Both of them looked at him incredulously.

"You can't, you can't ask me that, Genesis." Oh, Cloud's voice broke.

"Consider it the final wish of a forgotten old man." His vision was fading now. He could see white feathers beyond.

Sephiroth moved again, taking Rapier from his hand easily, and plunged it into his own chest. Genesis couldn't speak, or laugh like he wanted too now.

"Do it." Sephiroth said, the tail end of Rapier poking out from his back being the only thing Cloud could see.

Genesis heard a cry, and the sickening sound of sword meeting flesh, his own flesh. The Fusion Sword right beside Masamune, spearing both men.

Poetry if Genesis ever knew.

"Don't leave me too." It felt so small, he reached his hand out to the small blond locks that he could touch.

"Did-" He gasped, "Didn't, you say, he always came back?" The smirk was somehow still in his voice.

There was silence between all of them. Green started floating off of him, and Genesis felt a hand on his shoulder.

It felt so warm. He knew those leather gloves.

Cloud was left sobbing on the ground surrounded by green lifestream and red blood.

[golden-buddle]

Hey mutual, figure the third Omegaverse thing was startin to get long again lol. So I thought I'd respond here instead >:3 (Also have links to the previous ones for easy access lmao) 1_ 2_ 3_

You know what would be kind of adorable? If it was Tim who got all angry at the gossip magazines. Everyone else is used to it and finds it kind of funny after all, since as you said, people outside of Gotham don't know the nuances of Gothamite body language. But Tim has been slowly coaxed into acting like a pup, been reassured that him acting like that is okay and is perfectly natural. So seeing people trying to claim Bruce isn't a good caretaker in a way that straight up targets that behavior? Oh baby boi is going to throw a fit.

Also love the idea of even other Gothamites going, yeah, the bats are more than a little feral, even for us lol. They've seen it all from the gleeful murder-baby first Robin to the trying-to-bite-your-ears-off second Robin to gonna-jump-off-this-bridge-and-take-you-with-me Batgirl. To the big bat himself who will see what could account as a straight up mob worth of people and go yeah I can fight that, and actually does, and wins.

Like that's just utterly hilarious to me lol.

Actually, before I forget, I feel like Damian's and Tim's relationship would be better in this. Seeing as Damian is younger and both Tim and Dick are very familiar with being unfamiliar with pup behavior or being forced to try and stop doing it. Which thankfully it wasn't to the extent of Tim, but still. He's the itty bitty baby of the pack who doesn't want to let anyone go the moment he realizes they won't betray him. Similar to how Tim is once he finally realizes the Waynes won't leave him and actually want him to stay.

Also remind me to sketch out the different fangs when my hands aren't shaking lol

Oh Tim DEFINITELY rips into the gossip mags.

He may be a lil pup and semi-recently got placed with the Wayne Pack, but by GOD is he going to send some angry emails.

Honestly I can see him reaching out to the daily planet as ‘Bruce’ and setting up an interview to clear it all up.

But until that happens, Tim gets scruffed and brought into the nest SO often to calm him down.

Like. Calm down pup! You are TOO angy!

Speaking of Tim and Damian’s relationship- they have the best relationship by far in the Pack. Tim can and will throw down for his new little brother. And the brotherly instincts he never had before (and thusly never had to stifle before) doesn’t help either.

Dami is more or less constantly following either his Mum, Jason, or Tim.

If he has to, he’ll tag along with Dick and Alfred, but in order of his favorite pack members Tim is definitely up there with Jason and Bruce.

He can and will use the fact that he’s just an itty bitty pup and whine and whine to get carried around. He may be an independent pup, and he DOES like to wander around on his own, but he absolutely loves being engulfed by his packmate’s scents.

It’s so very different to when he first left the cloning pod and all he could smell was blood and sterile alcohols.

And finally for how Gotham views the Feral Bats??

It’s DEFINITELY like that. Gotham is in awe over their guardians (and I can’t help but see them putting the Batfamily up as embodiments of the city, Gothamites definitely definitely made shrines for the Batfamily that dot about the city)

The Agent, the one who walked the streets long before the Bat flew for the first time, who holds ears in the highest of places and knows far too much that he rarely shares with others. The one who was only connected to the bats far, far down the line.

The Motherly-Protective Bat who has claws like in the old days, who bares his fangs and rips into flesh with no hesitation to protect his city-pups and actual pups. Who dragged the first of the costumed rogues back to Arkham by sheer force and detective skills.

The First Robin who was gleefully blood thirsty, somehow the most animalistic of the pack as he chirped and trilled and danced in the air. Flying like his namesake as he bares his puppy fangs in a barely constrained aggressive smirk.

The Batgirl (Cuckoo) who nearly flew as well as the First Robin, the one who chirped and warbled and forced herself into the Bat’s nest and first showed the City what happened to those who hurts those the Bat holds dear and who showed what happened to who the Bat deems as unwelcome to his territory.

The Nightingale, the first of the robins to grow up, the one with fangs he never hid and a voice as sweet as his feathers. The one who talks as much as he growls, the one who shreds his enemies with enough cheer and electricity to drown a clown.

The Second Robin, (Cardinal, clad in blood reds and spiked feathers, somehow still in the familiar designs of the First Robin) the one taken far too soon who didn’t quite fly as he did glide. The one who hid in his mother’s cape, only leaving to fight and protect-protect-protect just like his mother. The one who showed what happened to those who ignore that they were chased out of the Bat’s territory.

The Third Robin (Crow, Clad in blacks and shiny feathers but still the familiar Robin design) The one who is too smart for his own good- the one who ended the grip that the Bat’s bloodstained claws held on the city. He clings to his mother, only leaving to find more of his pack.

The Forth Robin, (Starling, purples and blacks and shimmering feathers that seem to mirror your face back at you) The blending of Batgirl and Robin, the one who was dragged into the Bat Pack when Crow wandered too far from his mother and needed her help finding his way back to the nest. All the gracefulness of the Bats and the Aggressiveness of the Robins twirled into one sparkling purple attack.

The Cardinal, the second of the robins to grow up, the one who took the name that was whispered in the alleys as his own. Who came into the scene with a splash of blood as bright and soaking as his initial departure. Who’s eyes glow with Unseen bloodlust and protection that followed his mother’s steps.

[daltonsnightmare]

Summary:

It was a relatively smooth mission, all things considered. So really, he shouldn't have been surprised when things all went sideways.

Written for Rosie's Writealong Day 1 (Feb 22nd): Blast from the Past

@rosies-writealong

[velarisdusk]

hi omg i just realized i hit 500 followers thats so !!!!!!!!!!! there are 500 people that like reading what i write and that is just so crazy and bonkers to me omg like im imagining 500 people all congregated together just listening to me speaking at a podium thats unimaginable

it makes me so so happy that you all like the stories im putting out, omg i wish i could write something to thank you guys but im swamped with schoolwork rn :( thank you so so much again and i'll come back soon with more, here's the tentative plan i've got for order of things

breaking the ice 7 (i'll have completed a series for the first time omg)

velvet whispers, midnight truths 2

possessive az x reader request

az x reader as spies a la mr. and mrs. smith

i'll probably do some more one shots for different characters bc az has been getting a lot of attention from me as of late and then oooooo i have some ideas cooking for another series mhm mhm

[minamiren]

tomorrow is my fic posting day (because if i dont have a dedicated day of the week i will forget to post forever) and i currently have three completed oneshots so the question is for this week is it the liujiu tattoo au or the bingqiu pwp or the bingliushen getting together fluff

[beneathsilverstars]

maybe i will. try my hand at a friendquests mashup song after i post my siffrin looping song.... usually i specifically try to make my fansongs NOT sound like they're from a musical, so it might be interesting to chill out and do the opposite? and while i find it fairly easy to write several vocal parts for one song that sound good overlapped, it seems much harder to write five separate, distinct songs that also sound good together. might be a fun challenge!

the only problem is musicals usually have orchestras, and composing the instrumental bits of a song is the part i struggle with the most.... but again, might be a good learning exercise! 😤

[rosemirmir]

Progress on this sickfic has been going nicely

[sympathytea]

my ass is NOT writing. two of these are literally blank documents. writers block fucking go away !!! augh

[vicariouseyes]

Okay, maybe this is a dumb thing for me to have not noticed until now...

But did anyone else notice that if you're walking through town and the background music is playing, walking into a building CHANGES the musical instrumentation of the song? And it's the same song, but each building's instrumentation is completely different and fits the vibe of that building. That is the coolest fucking thing.

I can't believe that didn't click until like 5 minutes ago. That's such a nice touch to have put that in there. Is that a new thing they added, or have I just been oblivious this whole time?? Lol

Speaking of things I didn't realize until today, if you take a picture with an NPC, it automatically removes the talk or open shop option from the photo. My dumb ass was trying to find weird camera angles to hide it lmao.

[kozzax]

Today marks one year. One year of living in this new world, of building a home for the citizens of Earth C, of developing Can Town as the first settlement on Earth C. One year since the day that everything changed. One year since the victory.Today marks one year. - Today marks four years. Today marks four years since the massacre. - Or, an exploration on how WV feels, as the people of Can Town celebrate on the anniversary of the Red Miles.

Happy 4/13! I have emotions about WV and now you will too.

WV and PM are intended to be somewhat queerplatonic in here. Just for the record.

[sexynetra]

• how many characters are in your current wip?

• current fave fic?

• share a line from you fic that contains: year, open, flower, or tell :)

• what would your current wip get cancelled on twitter for?

here are the questions about your wips too because i need to know <3

Hi Gi welcome to the rawnsyf q&a section because I am legally banned from working on other stories until this chapter is posted <33

1. Oh gosh uh… 10 so far with speaking roles I think, 17 I believe, including people mentioned who don’t speak? That’s what you get when a work gets that long I guess 😭

2. That I’ve read or written? That’s honestly such a hard one I’ve read so many incredible amazing fics. I am currently in my @aqpippin obsession era and sleeping with strangers actively changed my entire life by being so good, you already know that the as of yet unpublished halldoll hanahaki WILL be on this list as soon as you finish it and let me see it 👀 and then of course I have to include the fic that inspired me to start writing and publishing my own drag race fanfic, no different from anywhere else (lovingly called bodyguard au by me). As for my own fic? I’m very proud of my newest one :) and I have a few things im working on in my brain that I’m excited to get onto paper

3.

Year- “oh my god, what are you, four years old? They’re olives, Anetra. Who hurt you? What kind of person doesn’t like olives?”

Open- Anetra seemed uncomfortable, looking around the room — at the posters in the wall, out the open window, anywhere but Marcia.

Flower- “There’s pepperoni on there, you delicate flower. Just pick off the olives before you eat it and you have your boring pepperoni pizza right there,” Marcia remarked.

Tell- “And for the record, you initiated everything. Every time. I have never pushed you to do anything you didn’t want to do, that you didn’t literally tell me you were sure you wanted to do.”

4. Homophobic main character for sure :)