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Did you get any assistance from Tumblr with the shadowban thing?

Hi, thanks for the concern! I haven't hear from them yet. I only received that standard "Email Request Received" feedback. I actually sent three support tickets in the meantime since that day but nope, nothing else ._.

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Shades of Magic: pre-canon

Ship: Holland/Vortalis

Prompt: withered flowers

Summary: Holland brought something back from Red London.

“The flowers are new,” Vor remarked neutrally as he set up the ost board.

Holland glanced briefly at the ledge with the pot of flowers. “I think they look nice. I want to see how well they’ll grow.”

Creamy petals were only starting to unfurl from their bulb, soft and glowing in the way few things in the city did. Vortalis could guess exactly where he had gotten them.

“Perhaps you would have been a gardener in a different life,” he joked.

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The flowers didn’t grow further.

Slowly, day by day, the color faded. The petals shrunk and became fragile, skin translucent. One by one, the petals fell and the flower stalks withered into desiccated twigs.

Holland didn’t remark on it, focusing on their games and plans. Vortalis made no comment; to do otherwise would be cruel.

(The dead flowers were thrown out a week before their reign ended.)

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and i have no idea where else my heart could have been

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They say home is where the heart is, but John didn’t understand until it was taken from him, until he had to fight to get it back. 

Rodney’s talking Teyla’s and Ronon’s ears off. They look content, as though every word from Rodney’s mouth is pouring joy into their souls. Teyla catches John’s eye over Rodney’s shoulder and raises an eyebrow. He pushes off the wall and heads over to his team as Elizabeth and Carson escort Woolsey and O’Neill to the gate.   

Soon the rest of the expedition will return to the city. For now? They’ve earned a moment. 

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standing orders

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Chapter Text

“I'm sorry, Colonel. I have standing orders. They happen to be General O’Neill’s standing orders.”  

John straps into the pilot seat, Rodney at his back, Elizabeth by his side, and Carson’s frantic energy buzzing between them. Disobeying orders is a familiar dance, but he’s a changed man. Where he used to run away, now he’s running to. On the other side of the event horizon is home. Over his dead body will the replicators take the city.  

“Colonel Sheppard, stand down! That is a direct order.”  

John flies through the wormhole. He’ll take what’s coming to him if they survive.  

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fair-weather friends

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“They want what?” hisses Rodney.  

John is glad someone can voice what would get him in serious trouble.   

“Doctor McKay—” begins General Landry.  

“Does Elizabeth know what you’re planning?”  

“Doctor Weir wasn’t available to meet today, but we won’t make a decision without her input.”  

Rodney sits down and crosses his arms. John wishes he could do the same, but Landry's already unimpressed.  

It might be completely reasonable for the Lanteans to have taken back Atlantis, and in their shoes, he might have thrown them off the city too, but asking for an IDC is rubbing salt in the wound. 

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home is where the people are

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The food is good, the bar is open, and most importantly, Rodney’s presentation ended with a standing ovation.   

John hoped the success would wipe the frown off Rodney’s face, but it isn’t long before his social battery starts to dwindle, and John has to run interference before he sabotages his achievements.   

He steers Rodney from a particularly pedantic geophysicist and corrals him to the buffet.  

“I want to go home,” Rodney says, and John knows he isn’t talking about Colorado.  

“Me too, bud,” he answers, piling a plate to share, before making their excuses and leading Rodney to their suite. 

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unfair in love and war

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John hurtles into Rodney’s lab, geared up with more ordnance than the average tank. He grabs Rodney by the arm and drags him into his office, where he kisses him firmly on the mouth.   

“Wha—?”   

“Replicators,” is all John says.   

He kisses Rodney again and rushes off before Rodney can process his single word answer.  

Much later, when all five SG teams return through the gate (2 casualties and 7 wounded), Rodney’s worked himself up into enough of a state that hardened marines jump out the way as he storms to the infirmary.   

“That was a goodbye kiss, you asshole.”   

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a full windsor

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I’ll just be a minute Rodney said fifteen minutes ago. John waits another five before heading inside. He finds Rodney standing in front of the wardrobe, hanger in hand, his first tie discarded on the floor.  

“I didn’t really know him.”  

John grabs a new tie. “Captain Corrigan?” he asks, draping it around Rodney's neck.  

“He wasn't even assigned to the labs.”  

“You know how it is, buddy,” John says, looping the wide end around. “All hands on deck.”  

“He made me coffee every day and I don’t know anything about him.”

John understands. “What do you want to know?”  

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idle hands

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Despite having avoided injury, Rodney's barred from the mountain for a few days. Emails to Radek trigger an out-of-office reply, Elizabeth’s phone is switched off, and Carson's in surgery. He calls Sam, who tells him to get some beauty sleep and hangs up on him.  

John’s due home early, so Rodney grabs something to heat up. He thinks he’s done a good job of sprucing up some canned soup, so John’s look of abject horror when he arrives surprises him.  

“What’s wrong?!” he asks, expecting Wraith.  

“I hate mushrooms.”  

“Oh.” Rodney looks at the congealing grey slop. “How about pizza?”  

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carry me, carry me home

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John catches Rodney pushing a small, potted cactus around his table with his spoon. He’s frowning with concentration, skin pale, eyes darkened with exhaustion, but he’s alive and breathing and— 

“Fuck.” 

Rodney looks up and waves him over. John sits carefully on the bed feeling a little giddy. 

“Hey,” he says. 

“Hey yourself,” says Rodney reaching for another Jello. 

John swallows down what he wants to say. “What’s with the cactus?” he asks instead. 

“Katie sent it. I'd rather have chocolate. Or coffee. Anything that isn’t so phallic.” 

John laughs, feeling indescribably lighter. 

“You’re ok, buddy?” 

Rodney squeezes his hand.  

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@domaystic, #21 in the spotlight Fandom: Daredevil, Foggy, Karen, Matt (/Claire implied)

Karen finished her solo and passed the microphone. "Your turn, Matt," and patted him on the back, gently pushing him under the warm spotlight in her place. As if that encouragement would give him enough motivation to: wait for the right beat, inhale, open his mouth and start singing.

It didn't.

Matt stood still in front of Josie's new TV screen and speakers. The song now playing? He knew it actually, yeah, but - "I don't think this is my thing," he tried to excuse himself, as the music kept filling the air together with the smell of cigarettes coming from the people playing darts.

Foggy put an arm over his shoulders. "Matt, you cannot escape this. You cannot." He repeated solemnly. "What Josie asks, we follow. No buts. We're Josie's pawns tonight. She's our queen." The ending with the high note was but a flex.

"Come on, Foggy, I don’t think that in terms of marketing, a karaoke show off is the best practice to attract potential customers into the bar."

"Ah-ah, nope." He lifted a finger in disagreement and exchanged glances with Karen, now sipping her beer.

"I’m sure we’re not even visible from the outside."

"But our voices can be heard, so stop it with the logic reasoning stuff," his hand waving in front of his friend's face. "It makes no sense right now."

Karen nodded. "Yeah, so much Murdock gibberish."

"You see! Everyone agrees with me-"

"That's one person agreeing, Fog," he retorted humorously.

"The only one I value, though," he said with a wink to Karen. "Also, remember Josie's role in our lives; we're nothing without her, such a queen. We just couldn’t admit it out loud-"

"Then drink, my servant," Josie barged in, placing their second round of drinks on the table beside them. "Just cut it out and sing."

Karen took the opportunity to chip in. "Are you ready now? Trust me, I choose a good song."

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"Claire, we need you in room 4!"

"Yeah, yes!" Claire said, startled but not taking his eyes off the video Karen sent her.

The loose swing, a pleasing and smooth melody, Matt's natural low tones…

"Right, coming!" she said again, replying to Karen with a fire emoji.

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a single thin straight line (i thought we had more time)

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The expression on General Landry’s face is enough to stop John short in the office doorway. 

“Sir?” 

“Sit down, son,” says Landry. 

John does, and when the General pulls his chair around the desk, he knows something’s very wrong. 

“Sir?” he asks again, palms hot and sweaty. 

“I wanted you to hear it from me, Colonel, before word gets out to the rest of the base.” 

John tries to ignore the feeling in his gut. “Yessir.” 

“And I want you to know that I've already sent everyone we have to assist.” 

“Yessir.” 

“There’s been an incident at Area 51.” 

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solidarity

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The feedback comes via email, a rigid scoring system with no nuance or flexibility. Rodney’s apoplectic at his less-than-perfect marks, and though John gets it—no one could say that social niceties are Rodney’s forte—he’s kinda angry too.   

Rodney’s crankiness infects everyone else, spreading through the SGC until it pings Sam’s inbox. It turns out Sam is also displeased with her feedback, and in a completely unexpected but unsurprising show of solidarity shares her low score in leadership skills.   

Rodney’s boastful for a moment, then even more defiant on Sam's behalf too. He cracks his knuckles and starts typing.  

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caught in headlights

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The ceremony is mercifully short. John’s one of many airmen to receive an award from O’Neill, but Rodney knows how much he hates being the centre of attention, and how much he hates being awarded for things he’s not entirely proud of.  

So when John rubs his neck during a conversation with a military bigwig at the afterparty, Rodney does his best to be his most obnoxious self to anyone else who dares to approach. News travels fast—it’s not long before they’re both given a wide berth and can enjoy their finger foods in peace.  

“Thanks, Rodney.”  

“No problem.”  

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No more May for this year as well: Domaystic 2025 is officially over!

As always, a big round of applause and another big thanks to all who joined and gave it a go to one, a couple or all the prompts of 2025. It's just amazing to see how stuff comes alive <3

Unofficially, domaystic continues all year around for anyone who's a bit behind on schedule or people who found this blog only recently or will in the next months. If you'd like to tag #domaystic2025, you're welcome to :) (other useful tags to navigate the blog)

The collections from 2022 up to 2025 on AO3 are always open. You can find them here: AO3 collections.

On a side note, after some research I believe the blog is, like, shadowbanned? At least, from reading the "symptoms" from other blogs, I think it's what's happening. I sent a support ticket a couple of days ago. If anyone sent an ask, message or whatever else, sorry for not replying. I realized too late, argh!

LOTS OF LOVE～ (♡°◡°)

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Domaystic/Drabble Challenge 2025 Masterlist

Prompt Lists: @domaystic 2025 [X] @thedrabblecollective May 2025 [X]

Summary: To form a political alliance between the Sunset Savanna and Briar Valley, the royal families agree to an arranged marriage between one member of each family. As the unwanted second prince, Leona Kingscholar has already suspected such a fate and planned accordingly. The only thing he couldn't account for was Yuu Draconia being contrary to any other princess in Twisted Wonderland.

An arranged marriage AU told in 100-word drabbles.

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Day 1: Leona - The Arranged Marriage

Day 2: Yuu - The Inn

Day 3: Leona - The Market

Day 4: Yuu - The Reality

Day 5: Leona - The Cursed Child

Day 6: Yuu - The Blessed Child

Day 7: Leona - The Proposition

Day 8: Yuu - The Honeymoon

Day 9: Leona - The Wife

Day 10: Yuu - The Husband

Day 11: Leona - The Prince

Day 12: Yuu - The Princess

Day 13: Leona - The Question

Day 14: Yuu - The Hint

Day 15: Leona - The Aristocrats

Day 16: Yuu - The Ballad

Day 17: Leona - The Miracle

Day 18: Yuu - The Interruption

Day 19: Leona - The In-Laws

Day 20: Yuu - The Brother

Day 21: Leona - The Spotlight

Day 22: Yuu - The Braggart

Day 23: Leona - The Stress

Day 24: Yuu - The Gift

Day 25: Leona - The Warning

Day 26: Yuu - The Farewell

Day 27: Leona - The Smile

Day 28: Yuu - The Invitation

Day 29: Leona - The Capital

Day 30: Yuu - The King

Day 31: Leona - The End?

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Leona - The End?

Prompts: @domaystic 2025 Challenge/@thedrabblecollective May drabble challenge: Day 31 Covering s/o mouth, eyes, or ears (Alt E) & Poppy Rating: T Pairing: Leona/Yuu Notes: I found too many challenges for May I wanted to join, so I'm combining Domaystic and Drabble Challenge prompts. This will be a multi-part AU with each part being a 100 word drabble. My only end goal for this is 31 days of Leona/Yuu fluff. [Part 30] Masterlists for my other fics

“The ship won’t sail until tomorrow. We could check on the nearby village to–”

Leona placed a hand over Yuu’s mouth. “That would defeat everything you said to my brother.”

Yuu licked his palm, Leona barely twitched. She harrumphed into her seat. He pointed at the poppy red sails of the ships. “The honeymoon is over. We’re getting on that ship.”

Leona felt Yuu’s smile beneath his palm. She grabbed his wrist and removed his hand. “Fine. But I will be back to check those wells. All of them.”

Leona clicked his tongue, but a smile ruined his disgruntled visage.