#post-aop

[factorialsotherfandoms]

for gift, liz and equipe e member(s) of your choice? thank you in advance, factorial friend

Merry Christmas Saga! And to everyone else!

This fic is exactly 1000 words, and more on Liz than Liz and someone, but the count pleases me. Hope you enjoy.

AO3 Link: [link]

Tuesday evening, and Liz still has her hair pulled up from work. The bun it makes is ridiculously small, but she would still rather be teased for the stupid bun than deal with a ponytail. Getting it into the hair nets is much simpler, this way, and she still has to attend enough cases each week.

She could pull it down at this point, but it is the lowest priority in her mind. She meant to do it earlier, but the bus was late, and well... She runs around her flat, ignoring Bolinho as he begs for a walk; Julia will come by in an hour or so and take care of him.

And the house.

Dear God, someone needs to take care of the house.

Speaking of, where are her gloves? They are not under the sink, where they are supposed to be. Not on the counter, not the bedside table, not under the bed...

Eventually, she finds them down the back of the tv stand. Only stopping to check that the box is full she shoves it in her bag; she'll be changing them all mission, if previous ones are anything to go by.

Gloves, glock, flare gun, flares, knife, first aid kit, suture kit, extra bandages, some burn cream... Roll of cling film, just in case...

Sample bags! Where are her sample bags?!

Those have somehow ended up at the back of one of her cupboards - not a sensible cupboard, mind, the one she keeps her pans in. She grabs them, shoves them in as well.

What else, what else...

Right, right, notepad, pen, her phone, some headphones, some light reading material, and she should probably bring a change of clothes. The mission is only supposed to be a few hours, but one instance of trying to refuel the car at three am covered in blood is more than enough.

Anything else...

No, not car keys; her car is in for repairs. Thiago promised to sort it, which means they might not be making it to the mission tonight at all.

House keys, though, she needs her house keys.

Just as she is grabbing them, her phone goes off. She checks it, and finds a whatsapp message from Joui.

Does she need a toothbrush? Probably helpful.

As she grabs both a pack of clean ones, and an old one she keeps for cleaning the sink, she checks her phone.

And soap. They always need soap.

"We are nearly here, Liz-senpai. See you soon."

Thinking it through... She is probably missing some things, but she has most of it; she tosses in a bottle of wine for good measure, then zips up her bag and heads out.

Liz locks up, double checks all of her windows are shut, then leaves; Julia has a key, it will be fine.

Just as she steps onto the street, a hire car pulls up. It is a little larger than her own, with Thiago at the wheel and Joui vibrating in the back seat. It pulls up, and stops.

Thiago gestures for her to get in beside him; she ignores it, and gets in the back with Joui.

"Hey Liz."

"Good evening, Liz-senpai."

"Hello to you both."

She jams her bag between her feet - she'll grab what she needs to hand when they get there, and leave the rest in the boot. The seatbelt takes a little fiddling with, and she ignores whatever Thiago is saying for a moment.

Once everything is in order, she flops back in the seat, stops keeping up even her head, and closes her eyes for a second.

"Liz-senpai?"

Joui's voice cuts into her brain more easily than Thiago's; something that needs attention, rather than the comforting drone of whatever drivel he has made up this time.

"Yes, Joui?"

She does not bother to open her eyes.

"You look tired."

"That, Joui," she knows her voice is sharp; Joui just needs to learn to handle it. "Is because I am tired."

"Oh."

She hums in response, enjoys a few moments more of nothing before Thiago raises his voice a little.

"Will you be alright for the mission, my dear?"

"Does it even matter?" She asks. "But it's fine, I'll sleep tomorrow."

"Not getting enough sleep is bad for you," Joui cuts back in. "And so is sleeping in. You should look after yourself."

She cracks one eye to stare at him, while Thiago snorts with suppressed laughter.

"Joui." she warns.

"And I don't like your hair like that," he tells her. "It makes you look old."

Liz tilts her head, ripping her hair out of the bun. She glares at Joui - both eyes now - and wraps the tie around her wrist.

She loves their trainee, but he needs to learn when to shut up.

"Joui," Thiago offers. "Why don't we let Liz nap a little? We can wake her up half an hour or so before we get there and go over the brief then."

Joui takes a moment, then, "sleep well, Liz-senpai."

"Get some rest, my dear," Thiago tells her.

Liz does not reply to them; she forces herself to breathe deeply, and to not listen to the words they use as the two men continue to talk in low voices. They sound calm, not stressed, bits of laughter cutting across.

They won't be laughing or safe soon, not once the mission begins.

But they are now.

She does not sleep - nobody could at a time like this, most likely - but lets herself drift in a dark haze.

Her Thiago and her Joui keep talking, the incomprehensible noise proof that they are safe.

Breathe in, breathe out, force her body to relax, drain the stiffness from herself and breathe.

It's at least a four hour drive to the mission location. Safe for now. Let Thiago take responsibility for a change; he's old enough for it.

Joui giggles, and Thiago laughs, and the noise has Liz cracking a smile even as she drifts in a drowsy haze.

[ybdoesart]

pov you find two losers smoking outside your local hospital wyd

[teamoon7]

🇧🇷: mini rabisco do kaiser :D pensando se começo a postar aqui uns rascunhos aleatórios enquanto não posto nenhuma arte completa...

🇺🇲: smol kaiser doodle :D thinking if I should post some random sketches here while I don't finish any full rendered art...

[samosisz]

"This... isn't fair...."

[no-wings-no-angel]

you think liz would get jumpscared when someone she’s focused on stitching up mid-mission talks to her? in a ‘sorry-i-forgot-this-wasn’t-a-corpse’ way

[yb-cringe]

is it just gonna be me myself and i writing daniel/alex/ricardo cause this world hates me

[kai-ovillager]

E Jaser ganha roupas novas

Depois de se revirar na cama, Jaser pega no sono, e não sonha com nada, dorme bem, melhor do que jamais dormiu, imaginou que fosse acordar durante a noite, mas nada disso aconteceu.

O Sol já estava brilhando pela janela, quando Jaser ouve algumas batidas em sua porta. Ele se levanta para abrir, e encontra quem imaginava, Mia e ao seu lado, Lupi

-Bom dia!

-Au au!

-Bom dia, Mia, Lupi - ele se abaixa para fazer carinho nele

-Oh, o café já tá pronto lá na cozinha, come e se arruma que a gente vai sair já já pra comprar roupas!

-Tudo bem, muito obrigado, Mia

-Por nada! É o mínimo pra te fazer se sentir em casa - Ela sorri, e então segue para o seu quarto.

Jaser vai até a cozinha, e chegando lá, encontra Veríssimo

-Bom dia, Jaser - Ele toma um gole de seu café e apoia a xícara na mesa

-Bom dia, Veríssimo - Ele se senta, e toma seu café.

-Hoje você vai com a Mia ao centro comprar roupas novas, certo?

-Sim, iremos, espero que ela conheça bons lugares, já que eu não conheço nada daqui

-Ela conhece sim, pode confiar nela - Veríssimo diz, tomando mais um gole de seu café

Um tempo se passa, Jaser termina seu café e sobe para seu quarto, coloca seu sobretudo, e ouve Mia o chamando na porta

-Jaser, já tá pronto?

-Au au!

-Já sim, estou saindo! - Jaser abre a porta do quarto e sai, deixando-o arrumado

-Oh, a gente vai de carro por que você vai precisar de uma boa quantidade de roupas, pra poder ir trocando pela semana! Tem alguma preferencia de cor? - Mia fala enquanto eles caminham em direção e então entram no carro

-Acho que roupas pretas, brancas e verdes... tons mais escuros

-Pode deixar! Já sei até as lojas que a gente vai passar - Mia ri um pouco, liga o carro e eles dirigem até o centro

Alguns minutos se passam no meio do caminho, e eles conversam sobre coisas bobas, e Jaser observa os arredores, como se tentasse memorizar os caminhos, provavelmente por nunca ter passado por ali, por ser um lugar completamente novo.

Chegando lá, eles param em um estacionamento perto das lojas que iriam passar, e Jaser vê diversas pessoas, todas tão diferentes, cada uma com coisas que as fazem únicas, mesmo que se misturem no meio de uma multidão.

-Ei, Jaseer, psiu, Terra chamando Jaser - Mia passa a mão na frente do rosto de Jaser para trazer sua atenção de volta

-Ah, Mia, desculpe, eu... estou um pouco confuso, são muitas informações novas, fiquei um pouco perdido

-Ah é, desculpa, esqueci que você não conhece aqui. Bom, quando tiver andando, só toma cuidado pra não sair esbarrando em todo mundo, andar no meio de multidão é um pouco complicado, mas você se acostuma!

-Tudo bem, acho que tendo você aqui eu consigo

Jaser e Mia então, andam por ai, passando de loja em loja, experimentando roupas, estilos, combinações, Mia achava engraçado ver Jaser um pouco desacostumado com as roupas novas e acha fofo quando ele ficava animado por gostar da roupa. Para quem olhasse de fora, imaginaria que são irmãos e que vieram se divertir comprando roupas.

Mia as vezes também pega algumas coisas para si mesma, e pegou roupas combinando para os dois, e a que os dois mais gostaram foi um pijama da hello kitty e do homem aranha, para que eles pudessem sair igual irmãos algumas vezes.

Algumas horas se passam, e para os dois, pareceram minutos, se divertiram tanto juntos, que nem notaram o tempo voando. Eles foram a um shopping, almoçaram lá, passaram por alguns lugares famosos que ficavam ali perto, aproveitaram o dia para explorar a cidade.

Para Jaser, tudo era uma surpresa, mas a que mais gostou, foi uma pista de patinação no gelo, que Jaser teve um pouco de dificuldade de se estabilizar no começo, mas pegou o jeito e se divertiu dando voltas junto com Mia.

O Sol então começava a se por, e Mia finalmente se deu conta do horário.

-Nossa, eu nem vi a hora passar!

-Nem eu, foi tão divertido que nem percebi, muito obrigado Mia - Jaser sorri, agradecendo a Mia pelo dia

-Que nada, você tem que aproveitar mesmo! Agora a gente vai dar uma passadinha na ordem, porque o Dante e a Agatha disseram que queriam falar contigo

-Ah, tudo bem, vamos

Eles voltam para o carro, deixando as compras no porta-malas e indo em direção a ordem. Chegando lá, eles descem até a base e dão oi a quem viam por perto, chegando na sala de ocultismo.

-Bom, eu vou ficar ali nas mesas organizando algumas coisas, se precisar só vir falar comigo!

-Tudo bem, muito obrigado Mia

-Que nada, tu é da familia já - Ela sorri, e vai em direção as mesas

Jaser então, bate na porta e abre, vendo Dante e Agatha conversando

-Ah, Jaser, que bom que chegou - Dante diz, indo um pouco em direção ao de cabelos escuros

-Seguinte, - Agatha diz - mesmo que tu não seja um ocultista, não da pra você sair andando por ai com esse olho todo verde!

-Ah, tem alguma coisa de errada com ele? - Jaser põem a mão perto de seu olho

-Não errado de tipo, feio, ele é bonito, é só que como você vai andar por vários lugares, muita gente vai achar estranho, nem quando o pessoal ta de fantasia eles ficam com o olho assim, então é mais pra você ficar de boa quando for andar por aí

-É algo parecido comigo, nesse caso, quando estou de olhos abertos, eles são totalmente pretos, por isso eu ando de olhos fechados em lugares públicos

-Entendo, mas então, o que faríamos?

-A gente vai te ensinar a esconder eles, mas de olho aberto! Basicamente você vai ficar com o olho tipo o meu so que ainda vai ser verde

-Bom, nessa caso, tudo bem

Então Agatha e Dante passam algum tempo ensinando Jaser como fazer seus olhos ficarem "normais", como o dos outros, e aperfeiçoando, para ser inconsciente. Depois de um tempo treinando, Jaser agora conseguia trocar a aparência de seus olhos em um piscar de olhos, literalmente.

Ele se despede e agradece aos dois pela ajuda, e vai conversar com Mia, para mostrar sua mais nova habilidade, e ela acha muito legal, e fica feliz por ele.

Jaser também decide mostrar para Arthur, que passou ali por perto na hora

-Arthur! O Dante e a Agatha em ensinaram a fazer isso - ele troca dos olhos todo verde para o olho normal

-QUE LEGAL!! Eu conseguia fazer algo parecido também, mas tinha que falar "zium" e ai eu ficava cinza, com umas marcas no rosto, o cabelo e os olhos pretos, era divertido

-Tipo como o Dante fica quando abre os olhos?

-Sim! Era bem parecido! É legal né

-Sim, é muito legal!

E então Arthur sai, pois tinha que resolver algumas coisas, e Jaser conversa com seus colegas, mostrando sua nova habilidade, e eventualmente, ele e Mia vão para casa.

Eles jantam, e Mia coloca uma série para eles verem juntos, ficando até tarde maratonando, até que Jaser dormiu, por ter tido um dia cheio, e Veríssimo tinha chegado em casa a pouco tempo, então Mia avisa ele que vai dormir na sala com Jaser, e ele concorda. Eles descem os colchões juntos, e colocam Jaser em um deles, e Mia dormiu do lado, e Lupi na ponta do colchão, em sua caminha.

E assim, eles terminam a noite, com pijamas combinando, e dormindo lado a lado, como irmãos, como crianças.

Jaser sonha com o dia que teve, e com como foi feliz hoje, e como adorava se sentir assim. E pensar que se ele tivesse escolhido ir sozinho e Mia não tivesse insistido, ele nunca viveria nada disso. Ele não poderia ser mais grato a ela, e começava a realmente se sentir parte da familia, como irmão de Mia.

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ACABOOOU! Acabou esse capítulo mas em breve tem mais!!! Eles são tão fofinhos gente, amo eles. Próximo capitulo deve sair daqui 2 ou 3 dias, depende do quão ocupado eu vou estar. Mas mesmo assim, OBRIGADO POR LER <3

[vaspider]

Please forgive my extremely messy and hasty wrap; I haven't regularly wrapped my hair in almost 20 years, since I stopped selling roses at Faire, BUT

We got a sample of a scarf that I think might be a good option for tichel wear. The big issue has been that a lot of the scarves we've been able to get over the last few years have been too slippery, too translucent, too itchy, or some combination of the above.

This is a poly weave, 27" × 73'', and it has enough grip to it and is soft enough that I could wear this and not get the sensory heebie jeebies.

We've been looking for options literally since we started NK in 2017, and I'm really hopeful about this. I was able to keep it on my head without it moving around just from twisting and tucking it, no pins or anything, and i bent over and shook my head around and so on. It felt pretty secure.

I'm going to try it again after it's washed and dried and see how it feels.

Oh - the print here isn't very well featured bc you can't see much of it in the wrap but it's the trans pride Braille print, which will drop April 15th. :)

[santamegafreira]

sorry but I really fucking HATE the AOP fandom (outside of tumblr), seriously I could get doxxed and called slurs for the smallest shit E V E R

it's the only fandom I deeply regret trying to make friends in it, I'm TIRED, I almost got sick by reminding myself of how the major fandom discourse were toxic as THE WHOLE CHERNOBYL ELEPHANT FOOT

[becauseplot]

finished fic that's sucked up most of my writing time for the past, ehh, month in a half. sits down and stares at wall. now what.

[seullovesme]

my own fic got me giggling, i am COOKED.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Fanfic Masterlist - A Ordem Paranormal

Below the cut is a list of my fanfic for the first season of Ordem Paranormal, A Ordem Paranormal. They are listed by episode. Once you have finished the related episode, there are no longer spoilers for you.

Episodes are counted by youtube episodes - for twitch episodes, combine 2 and 3.

Ordem Paranormal Masterlists

AOP [YOU ARE HERE] OSNF [link!] OPD [link!] OPC (part 1) [link!] OSNI [coming soon] SDOL [coming soon] OPQ [coming soon] OPNM [coming soon]

Episode 1

All Is Bright (Steampunk/Victorianna AU) Liz and Thiago au first meeting Characters: Thiago Fritz, Elizabeth Webber Rating: T Words: 1,252 Warnings: Mild Body Horror, Explosions Summary:

The night that Mister Thiago Fritz first met Miss Elizabeth, it was in the boiler room of one of his father's factories. The next morning, The Gazette breaks news of an unfortunate explosion at that very same factory, a spark from poorly maintained equipment catching on the cotton-dust. These events are not, as one might expect, entirely unrelated.

Episode 2

N/A

Episode 3

Terms and Conditions May Apply (Canon-Adjacent) Alex backstory fic, written for Ordem's 5th anniversary. Characters: Alexsander Kothe, Álvaro Augusto, Matias Dennis, Olavo Costa Rating: G Words: 987 Warnings: N/A Summary:

Alexsander Kothe receives his first ever classroom, and meets some of his colleagues.

Feed the Living, Bury the Dead (Canon-Adjacent) Liz's work and work clash. A mini study on the prompt of 'sacrifice'. Characters: Elizabeth Webber Rating: T Words: 462 Warnings: N/A Summary:

Elizabeth Webber's boss calls her to his office

[kenobster]

3, 18 and 29 please <3333

From AO3 Wrapped [Writers' Edition]

Thank you for the ask, anon! ^_^

#3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I hate to be a cliche of myself again, but Five Peggats Each. (And this includes all things I've ever written in my life actually :D). There's a few reasons for it, I think. One, it's like HUGELY within my comfort zone. The limited setting, the noncon, the tropes of the characters themselves. This is the type of story I have the most practice with, so it naturally comes easier and in better quality I think? Two, how, despite it being a comfort zone, I've used this fic as kind of a sandbox to experiment a lot of different writing techniques. For example, this is the most POVs I've ever written in a single fandom, let alone a single story (which usually stays around 1-2). For other examples, like, I've tried to be really mindful about metaphors/prose and how they can twist reality (like that time I spent like 8 hours researching in-universe Star Wars bands & instruments just so I could write one paragraph lmao)... or even how I recently tried to use second person POV to give the reader the same disassociation/discomfort/dysphoria that Anakin was feeling after regaining use of the Force. These experiments were all really hard to pull off, and I'm proud of myself for attempting them. And three, how I've allowed 5PE to be a project that can take as long as I want it to take to finish, so long as I do finish it. So on one hand, it's been a really good exercise in self-discipline & practice in maintaining my passion for the story, despite the constant barrage of shiny new plot bunnies. And on the other hand, the lack of a time pressure allows me to really spend time on the quality of every single line (excepting human mistakes & typos of course lmfao), while also not letting that perfectionism stand in the way of progress. It's really helped me become more confident in storycrafting from beginning to end, in a way I've never really felt in my old fandom or writing. On top of all that, it's the only fic that I can actually read after posting updates without feeling like it's exfoliating my entire body to do so lol. I actually enjoy reading it sometimes. So that's nice.

#18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Answered here. :)

#29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year

Really hard one omg. If I have to choose something I've already posted on ao3, then it'd probably be one of these three: (1) in Five Peggats Each, the passage I also described above regarding Anakin's fever as it relates to the jizz band & cantina in chapter 6; the passage I put in the fic summary for Every Shadow, but the full version of it as written in chapter 2, not the abridged version in the summary; and (3) the opening paragraph of What Dead Things See.

But but but imo -trembles with excitement (I've been dying to show this, folks, what a good opportunity)- none of those passages even hold a candle to this thing that poured out of my brain one sleepless night at 2am for some unposted/unfinished oneshot:

For a moment, when he was nine years old, Anakin thought himself to be a whore. In an effort to scrub the slave out of him, the temple healers had pumped him full of vaccines and medications and water and food. He'd been lying on a brand new bed in a brand new room and counting the speeders whose lights flashed across the wall. That's when the memory burned. If they want you for your strength, his anma said, then they won't squander a second of it. Your back will ache and your feet will throb before the very first sunset. But Anakin's back wasn't aching and his feet didn’t throb. If they want you for your mind, they'll test your skills and put you to work, and they'd tested him, yes, but not his ability to steer the yoke of a podracer at the drop of a pin, nor his ability to disassemble and reassemble any gadget known to sentient life. They'd only studied the gaps in his knowledge and he'd had none of the answers and he'd seen the pity in their gazes. And if they feed you, said his anma, if they let you rest in a bed and say they'll take care of you, then the first chance you get, you must run. As fast as you can, as hard as you can, even if they activate your bomb. Because some fates, my love, are worse than death. You must always be wise enough to know that.  And Anakin, well fed and well rested, hadn't wanted to run fast or run hard or detonate his bomb. Anakin hadn't wanted to escape this new place that sang of plenty and of love and of home. So he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled through the darkened shared quarters until he found his new master's bed. Clammy, feverish, and half-asleep, Anakin crawled under the covers and felt around for his master's trousers. Obi-Wan awoke in an instant.  That night, they found no rest at all—rather, hours of conversation while Anakin shivered on the couch huddled in afghans and quilts and comforters and tried to explain that, yes, he knew he was free and he knew he was safe and he knew all he had to say was a word and he'd be taken wherever else he wanted by whomever else he wanted and that, no, Obi-Wan had never said or done anything to suggest such a thing was wanted and that if he ever did going forward, Anakin would tell him straight away, and that, yes, he understood the difference between a master and a Master and that, no, he didn't need to use a different word—because Obi-Wan didn't yet know that there are some things you learn with your mind but other things you learn with your body, and that there's no actual function in the branding of a slave because the brand is already burnt into a slave's mind, as crisply and as permanently, as a molten pattern pressed to flesh. As he kneels before his Master, Anakin decides that Palpatine would have liked the gift of a nine-year-old groping beneath the bed sheets better. It would have saved them all a lot of time.

I will finish this one day... Have about 3 scenes written, and just need to write 1.5 scenes more. But the above part stands pretty well on its own so hopefully you all enjoyed! ^_^

[selbisel]

these two edits of cellbit decoding the flags with this fucking caption on it . im gonna go insane i know its a nod to something in ordem paranormal but AHHHD I NEED TO CONTINUE WATCHING IT🫠

[scriptistired]

Still a wip of a much bigger thing but

Woman.

[cubelogic]

(via @forkn4do)

i could never be american because whenever I get a big drink I'm like oh great now I have to drink this big drink. i have to take care of this big drink they gave me. everything is terrible in the world