#Ganymede Fic Tag

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: Gen Fandom: MapleStory (Video Game 2003) Characters: Demon Slayer (MapleStory), Claudine (MapleStory), Battle Mage (MapleStory), Mechanic (MapleStory), Blaster (MapleStory) Additional Tags: Edelstein Resistance, Original Character(s), No HP Bars We Endure Realistic Bodily Trauma And Recovery, featuring the entire resistance and also other units. they're in there or they're going to be, OCs are extrapolations of canon character classes and everything about them will be explained in fic Language: English

On the heels of traumatic setback, the Resistance needs new focus and direction if they are to survive at all. Inspiration comes from a very unlikely source: a wounded half-demon claiming to formerly serve the Black Mage. A powerful ally may be just what the doctor ordered, as the world seems to be in great hurry to complicate itself, and the youngest and most vulnerable members of the Resistance are right on the front lines. But making friends never goes completely smoothly.

[dandelion-bride]

I'm late to the party here so you may have done this and I've missed it! But: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

care to taste the wine of the dandelion bride? our recommendations:

A Cup of Warm Comfort: and we let the cycles heal us as well (Teen, Gen, 1,152 words)

my first BG3 Flash Fiction fic. Halsin after the game, using some cut content that he caused Isobel's death, spending time in Autumn with the children and Oliver/Thaniel.

A Chalice of Ichor: ganymede (Mature [Gore/Angst], Gen, 1,849 words)

A gift fic for gayvillains. Gortash as a teenager in the House of Hell, scheming his escape.

A Tumbler of Umeshu: Plum Wine and Cut Sleeves (Explicit [Violence, NC] M/M(/F), 3,810 words)

Murder fluff. Gleefully deranged gay romantic Durgetash.

A Draught of Vinegar: Blind Spots (Teen, Gen with M/NB implications, 2,425 words)

Act 1, day 1, a trickster priest trying to put the pieces together and the tricky rogue who she can't quite place. A meet-chaos, if you will. Astarion is Not Nice and the Halfling is Not Just a Friendly Face.

A Demitasse of Espresso: The Experiment (Explicit [Violence, Sex, Temporary Death], M/M/NB, 3,758 words)

No one in their right mind would agree to a painful death at the hands of the Chosens of Bane and Bhaal and expect anything good to come out of it. Zefira is not in her right mind. The Dark Urge and Enver Gortash reacquaint themselves around the body of the Prismbearer's Leader.

Tagging @vestigialpersonality, @thereallonelyagain, @chocolatecatcupcakecheese, @unkledeath and you, yes YOU who sees this (I don't wanna retag anyone and I'm melting in the summer heat thank you blessings)

[no-where-new-hero]

Welcome to my blog!

Since I recently passed a follower milestone, I figured it was time to give this unwieldy space a table of contents.

My name is Blake, 20s, librarian in training, fiction writer, and hopeful novelist. This is a side blog (because I was a bad planner a year and a half ago), so I’ll follow back from @ichariancarrion.

My major author fandoms here are LM Montgomery and Diana Wynne Jones. For the former, I use the tag #lmm lockdown, though also post frequently with #emily of new moon and #blue castle book club. For the latter, my posts will be under #diana wynne jones or #fire and hemlock. I also recently hosted a Fire and Hemlock readalong during spooky season, and you can catch up on that at #fh readalong.

I post fanfictions on Ao3 under the name ASellerofDreams—I started there due to the Blue Castle Fanworks Challenge, which inspired a Barney Snaith POV fic, but I’ve since branched off to another fandom that gave me brainworms. Stuff related to my fics can be found under #writing life or my general diary tag, #blake’s last braincell.

Other content you’ll find on here:

#immortal poets society has hot takes, analysis and reviews, mostly of literature or stories writ large.

#kinema holds gifs and reviews of movies and shows. Lately I’ve been on a k-drama bender, so a lot of stuff will be about that!

#some are born to endless night features quotes.

Check out #sing a song of sixpence for music recommendations.

For some academia commentary, medieval jokes, and vintage aesthetics, try #the abbess will speak to you now, #the archivist will speak to you now, and #big brain moment.

A mostly defunct tag for moodboards and dark academia visuals and vibes is #I dream for a life in sepia.

Finally, visit #the ganymede club and #illuminates the room like the edge shine of a knife for a look into my mental centerfolds.

Enjoy your time here! My ask box is always open :)

[persphonesorchid]

Orbiting Jupiter - KNJ || Teaser ||

Summary: Namjoon has never met someone like you in a long time. Jupiter to his Ganymede; he's stuck in your orbit.

Teaser Warnings: None (exact warnings will be on the official post, but there's none for the teaser )

Word Count: 771

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst (it's not much, promise :))

Notes: Just something I'm working on, which honestly is ending up way longer than I thought I would lol. I'm not sure when it'll be ready to post, but do keep your eye out for it! Hope you like the sneak peak! If you'd like to be tagged, lemmie know!

Full fic has been posted!: Read HERE

His eyes trail over the other patrons, everyone absorbed in their own worlds and conversations. The table he eyes quickly gets taken while he collects his iced Americano and he sighs softly, despite the amount of people in, he doesn’t want to leave yet, and the only available spot to sit comes with another person. Namjoon weighs his options. He could go outside, find a little park to sit in and drink his coffee, or he could risk it here, where someone has yet to pay him any mind. It’s been so long since he’s been able to walk freely, he knows he’ll miss it when he goes back through the front door.  

So, with cautious steps, he walks over to the table with the only available seat.  

“Excuse me...” Namjoon softly calls, briefly contemplating on tapping your shoulder; you’re reading a book, and he knows well how easily one can get lost in those. You look up though, the tiny furrow between your brows gives way to your confusion, as well as the little humming sound you make. “Sorry...do you mind if I...”  

Namjoon motions to the chair across from you, and you look at it and then back to him for a few seconds before realization blooms in your eyes.  

“Oh! No, of course...just...go ahead.” Your smile is pretty, Namjoon notes, and he realizes, as he thanks you and sits, that you recognise him. You stare at him in a knowing kind of way, and before Namjoon can up and leave, you simply smile the way you had before, as though he was any other stranger wanting to share your table. He watches with bated breath, trying to stay calm just in case, and you just go back to reading your book.  

There’s no fanfare, no freaking out and drawing attention, or asking for a photo and too invasive questions. You don’t even look at him again. The sound of you flipping the pages of your book melds into the background noise of the space, and Namjoon finds it strange. He thanks his stars, though, he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and risk losing his head.

“Can I... Is it okay if I ask for your number?” The words come tumbling out of his mouth before he can reel them in, and he’s standing there a little mortified. Namjoon always prides himself in being self-assured, but that same self-assurance leads him to putting his foot in his mouth sometimes and he says things without thinking first. It’s too late to pull the words back or act like he hadn’t asked because you’re blinking up at him, sitting a little straighter now in your seat. 

You glance around, brows furrowed, “Are...are you sure?”  

For the first time, it seems as though it just registered that you’re speaking to RM of BTS. 

There’s a nervousness about you now, as you glance to the side, and Namjoon finds this strange. He’s not trying to sound like an ass thinking that many others would jump at the offer – or be bold enough to demand it first – it’s simply the truth.  

He finds your consideration refreshing, though, and he waits patiently for you to make up your mind. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Namjoon backtracks, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Namjoon says, putting up a hand. Despite who he is in the eyes of the public; he’s still a man. A man you’ve only spoken to for a half hour who’s now asking for your number, Namjoon would think very hard about it if he were in your shoes, too.  

“I don’t meet a lot of people like you, and I thought it would be nice if we spoke often, but if that’s not cool, that’s okay.”  

You shake your head, “No... it’s okay. I just...Are you sure? I don’t want to put you in any difficult spots, or myself for that matter...”  

You’re surprisingly calm, looking more wary than anything else, and Namjoon takes that as a good sign. “I’m sure, don’t worry.” He smiles and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans; he unlocks it with a press of his thumb and hands it over to you.  

You fumble a little with the device, fingers tapping at the number pads quickly before handing it back to him. He shoots you a quick text, a simple ‘Hi :”)' before he was pocketing his phone again, waving and making his way out the café door. 

Tagging: @xpeachesncream @matchy6812 @luaspersona @bangtansmauyeondan @taestefully-in-luv @eoieopda @euphoricfilter @mssukeyna @allhobbitstoisengard @dontstoptime @eren-fall @blog-name-idk @astormunchar

[bgso4]

Just In The Nick of Time (3432 words) by josie_m_banks

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reginald Jeeves/Bertram "Bertie" Wooster Characters: Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Reginald Jeeves, Original Characters Additional Tags: Established Relationship, New Year's Eve, Competent Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Jealousy

Series: Part 2 of Jeeves & the other Jr. Ganymede members

Summary:

It's Bertie and Jeeves' first New Year's Eve together and they unfortunately have to spend it at Brinkley Court.

Separately.

I've finally written another fic. :D

[papillon82fluttersby]

Thanks @real-life-senshi for tagging me! I rarely do these kinds of 'get-to-know-you' posts but why not?

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four Ships:

Victuuri (Victor Nikiforov x Yuuri Katsuki, Yuri!!! On Ice): I got pulled into the YOI fandom when someone I was following started posting what I thought at the time was an annoyingly excessive number of YOI-related memes and gifs. I ended up watching the series out of curiosity to know what the hype was all about and enjoyed it a lot, which led me to find other people equally interested and talking about it around here, and ultimately led me to the wider world of AO3 where I found many talented writers both in this fandom and others. So I would like to take this opportunity to formally thank the aforementioned YOI-meme poster who unwittingly introduced me to the fandom: @rosepetalrevolution please receive my most heartfelt thanks and this metaphorical gift basket 🎁

Judiki (Julian x Dick Kirrin, Famous Five): If you've been around my blog lately, you know I've been introduced to this pairing by the lovely and talented @sweetsorcery and @majormcnerdy-geekinfantry-blog. This pairing was an unexpected and delightful find that is now living rent free in my head.

Zeus x Ganymede (Greek mythology): @littlesparklight is solely responsible for my discovery and enjoyment of this ship! This prolific writer has also produced many different works around various Greek myths, both shippy and non-shippy, and I can only urge you to visit her AO3 page.

Writers x Readers x Artists: I love collabs. I love when a reader makes a comment that sparks a future idea for a writer. I love when an artist surprises a writer with art for their fics, or when a writer makes a snippet based on a piece of art. Just keep that virtuous circle going!

(I just realised that the 3 ships I listed are all MM but that's not exclusively representative to my tastes. I equally enjoy MF or FF or any other combinations!)

Last Song: The Eurovision 2023 playlist that I listened on repeat for my ratings. I don't really listen to a lot of music on my own; I find it too distracting when I'm reading or looking stuff up on my computer. I listened to music a lot more when I used to draw, though; I always had music as a background then.

Currently Reading: Bill Bryson's The Body: A Guide for Occupants (non fiction) ... as well as a lot of ongoing fics on AO3 -- mostly original works but some fanfics too.

Last Movie: That would be Alexandre Astier's Kaamelott (Premier Volet), based on the legend of King Arthur. It started as a short-format humoristic TV series made of 3-minute episodes, then evolved into 50-minute episodes as the plot got more involved and explored deeper concepts, and the conclusion should now be in the form of a movie trilogy, the first one of which was released a couple of years ago. For a long time, my awareness of the franchise was mainly about the earlier 3-minute humoristic episodes, as they benefit from regular (but out of sequence) reruns on TV. Only recently did I watch the full 6 seasons in the order they were meant to be watched, which greatly enhances the experience. I hope they can get the final two movies made!

Craving: TIME. Seriously. Give me time to read the growing pile of books sitting on my 'to-read' shelf. Give me time to re-read books I've enjoyed in the past and see if I have the same outlook now as I did then. Give me time to read and re-read and comment on AO3 fics. Give me time to resume drawing and learn how to properly use digital art tools. Give me time to practice the piano again. Give me time to exercise so I can feel fitter and stronger in my body. GIVE ME TIME.

Tagging: Absolutely no pressure doing this! Just tagging some of my mutuals and people whose posts and contents always brighten up my dash :) @moonwhing @proantagonista (whom I have not mentioned above but whose YOI fic "Winter Song" was one of the earliest I read and convinced me there was really good stuff to be found in fanfic) @sweetsorcery @majormcnerdy-geekinfantry-blog @littlesparklight @rosepetalrevolution @happyheidi @somethingyoirelated @sheepskeleton-art

[rulanarinrush]

July dra fics

"I'm going on a hiatus" I said, lying. Anyway I hope you find something from here you enjoy. Sfw edition.

love motions, loves me, loves me (Kizuna character study, Kizuna/Akane, Kizuna/Ayame, cw: mcd, other potentially triggering content in the tags)

the only girl i ever loved (Utsuro/Akane character study, cw: mcd)

theory of evil (Akane/Tsurugi)

a pity you left (Rei/Tsurugi, sdra2)

debilitating(Mikako/Yuki, Mikako/Utsuro)

ganymede(Yamato/Utsuro, Yuki/Yamato, nongraphic sexual content)

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Please, help me understand? What is your side project that you are glad people liked? Also, I miss your weekly updates :(( I hope you'll find soon one crazy powerful inspiration that will urge you to post :))

once upon a time, about ohhh like 8 months ago, I was having a real crisis about my writing that I don't think I ever talked about on here because I try pretty hard not to and usually if I do anyway I end up deleting it. Anyway, I decided to create a new account thinking I'd post under there, basically anonymously. I didn't for about 4 months, until I had another crisis and took a small-ish break from posting on ganymede. in that time, I posted a fic under an alias. it was to practice both canon and smut writing, but also just me getting in my own head

I've debated a few times making it public because I really ended up liking what I posted. One time on here, I answered some end of the year questions, and mentioned the other accounts I have (ganymede, this new one, and one for my old fandom works). Then responded to an ask about it, then deleted both the next day. I guess because I thought I'd want to keep the account anonymous in case I ever decided to post there again.

(I also one time accidentally responded to a comment as ganymede because I didn't realize my phone was still logged into that account lmao)

Anyway, when I saw that post today, I was like, oh, that's my fic. it was honestly too funny not to reblog with some vague tag. I probably should have deleted it, but oh well. cat's out of the bag now I guess

[corinne-eaglebridge-sso]

Some things I noticed going through the relationship and character tags on my ao3 fics:

- AO3 classed Misty as an original character (at least when it’s Linda & Misty in the relationship category). She’s not, she’s Linda’s cat who she has in canon.

- Only Alex’s “& Elizabeth” tag is currently classed as an actual tag

- Managed to get character tags made for some minor characters (such as Ganymede and Blondie)

- I tagged with Alonso’s canonical full name instead of AO3’s “Alonso (Star Stable) which means it’s not classified under Alonso if you search his tag (hoping his full name will get linked to that tag tho, or that the tag will be altered to include his full name)

- this one’s not a relationship or character tag but somehow I got AO3 to make an official “SSOtober 2023” tag earlier this month which makes me really proud

[worldwhightnight]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag !!

Thank you for tagging me @smallfrogpleasedtomeetyou ! Sorry for long answer but here I am!❤❤❤❤

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Aw aw aw OK! I'm really excited to finish my "Hiccup is adopted son of Grimmel" AU  ^^. Hiccup was taught by Grimmel, but he's still different from others and his friendship with Toothless happens and there's a lot of family drama and Grimmel's depression hehe c:

2) Rec a book!

Hmmm I don't read a lot of books really. Hobbit maybe? I remember I liked it when I was a child.

3) Rec a fic!

Awww I have a lot of works to rec but I think I will choose "Ganymede" written by @halobolts

4) Rec Music!

Hmmm. Polnalubvi – Сердце. I listen it often these days, very beautiful voice!

5) Share one piece of advice!

Don't be afraid to take a rest from creating content because your mental health is more important 💫

It was funny and I thank you again!

Wanna tag some peeps here :^ @fictionalnormalcy @lucemond-defender @triumphantfury @cartoongh @halobolts @comfortable-dragon

[kallistcs]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier, repost, do not reblog. meet the mun.

— basics

name, Unni pronouns, preference of communication, Prefer IMs first, then Discord if that might be needed! single/taken, Single

— three facts

I unintentionally read the last book of the Belgariad first. For some reason the fifth book was all my mom had? So I read that first... but it's what got me hooked on fantasy and then sci-fi, and it's all been downhill from there!

I've helped transliterate the government meeting protocols of the year 1766 for publishing.

While I definitely learned of Greek myth sometime when I was young, the bulk of it has definitely been since 2020 when I randomly thought about Ganymede and his myth and how much I like Zeus/Ganymede and then decided to devour a lot of the old sources for myth. I started with the Iliad, then read the Theogony and the Bibliotheke.

— experience

Writing-wise for RP (I did do some before that, offline), it'd have been... uh. Gaia Online? Yeah, I think so. Probably right around when it started, in fact? So 2003-ish. Then over AIM and MSN, Livejournal and Dreamwidth and only last year here on Tumblr as well.

— sub-genres

Reading, fantasy and sci-fi. Which is kinda reflected in what fandoms I write in, too! For RP, either of those, fluff, adventure, romance, etc and so on, whatever. I'm not really into horror, though.

— plots vs memes

Either! But I admit, plotting, even if just a little (whether from the start or during), definitely makes things a lot easier!

— long or short replies

98% of the time, long replies. I always feel kinda awkward and like I've not written enough if it's just one or two paragraphs or so. I know I can get a little too wordy sometimes, though ffff

— best time to write

Anytime I've got the time! Though, replies-wise, since I am only on the site and not on the app, if I'm writing during the day (during the work-week that is) I'll probably be writing down some snippet for my current fic(s) that I got inspired for, and save replies for later!

tagged by/stolen from: @fadedpath tagging: if you want to do it!

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“It seems to stand to reason,” Rosalind said cautiously, “that seeing as I’m a princess, and in no small amount of danger, that if some sort of knight, or hero, or gallant soul, were to come along and rescue me, something of value would be expected to come of it.”

The creature leaned forwards very slowly on its elbows, scrutinizing her. She was not sure having a human face and body gave it any particular advantages- the ultimate effect was no less eerie than if those eyes had been glinting at her from the edge of a cave, mounted in whatever supple, predatory flesh it usually had.

It made an attempt at smiling, that betrayed whatever it was had certainly kept all of its teeth.

“What sort of things of value?”

[mcsiggy]

Ganymede hates it here

Made another fanfic I am on fire this year.

[amateurscribes]

A quick warm-up scene, and essentially a sneak peek for the upcoming Pg. 42 Ln. 5, ‘The Brush of Death’ so uh, enjoy? (This takes place around chapter two of the fic from what my notes are suggesting):

"May I have this dance," an unknown man steps forward, causing Grif to quickly let go of Simmons' hands. Although the man didn't say a name, his hand is outstretched towards him and he only has eyes for Grif.

Now he has a choice here, he can either turn down the stranger and likely accidentally cause a scene which would be bad press or he could plaster on a fake smile and be as cordial as can be.

He shares a quick look with Simmons, and there's a strange look in the other hero's eyes, but nonetheless, he starts to walk towards the refreshment table saying, "I'll meet up with you later, Phantasmagoria."

Well, it's not like anyone could say that he wasn't trained by the 'best' manager. The choice- if it could be called that- was decisively clear.

They were here to entertain and entertainment was something he could do.

"Right," Grif nods at him, before looking back at the stranger. "Nice to meet you, Mr...?"

"Temple," the man supplies. "But you can just call me Mark."

Oh, that's why Simmons had gotten that look. This was the judge in charge of hero affairs for the Justice Bureau.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Grif lies. It was never a pleasure to meet any of these annoying higher-ups. They were always so stiff- especially if they were involved with the law.

Nothing good ever came out of lawyers or judges or politicians or the rest of their ilk.

"Believe me, the pleasure's all mine," the judge said. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, you agreed to a dance?"

As much as he loathed taking the other man's hand, he was very much aware of the eyes that were suddenly turning to them.

Fucking charity balls. Gossip spread quicker than the goddamn plague.

So he took the other man's hand and let him take the lead, not caring to put too much effort in. It was very easy to just let muscle memory kick in, after all of those lessons Dylan made them attend so that they'd be able to not make bumbling fools of themselves.

Which wasn't all that fair considering that most of them were currently wearing their helmets with suits. The only ones in the Second League who looked moderately passable were him and Simmons, but considering that Simmons was still wearing his ornate crown and him his visor circlet they only barely made the cut.

At least his hair was long enough to braid, poor Simmons had to live with the fact that his crown covered most of his hair leaving only tufts peeking out from under.

"You know," the judge speaks up from what had been an otherwise easy moment to blank out of. "I think your power is the most fascinating."

What.

He nearly stops moving, very nearly tripping in his shock, but once again he relies on muscle memory to not draw attention to the pair.

"You look surprised," the man observes. "Did you think I wouldn't know?"

"Yes," he grits out because no one is supposed to know, that's the whole point, the whole shtick. It's what makes him sell-able to the audience.

"It's only reasonable that I know every detail about you heroes," the man shrugs nonchalantly. "After all, I wouldn't want to deliver a sentence on an innocent man for a crime or a damages fine that he didn't do. And for that, it's pertinent that I know whose powers can do what. You see?"

He doesn't respond to that.

"And yours is very underutilized," the man continues. "Only two limitations, yes? The touch of a human and your own imagination. You still occupy space but there's no timer, no drawback, nothing. Haven't you ever wondered what else you could do?"

"No," he snaps, and it's not a lie. Because he knows exactly the extent of his powers, and some judge acting as if he had hidden potential was very quickly souring his mood.

"I wonder," the judge supplies. "In theory, would you be able to cast an illusion over your own face- your own body even- to make you look like something or someone else?"

Once again, he stills. But then relaxes minutely, because it was a posed question and not an accusation.

So it seemed like he could keep some of his secrets after all.

"In theory," Grif throws the man a bone, hoping to get him to back the fuck off.

The judge lets go of Grif, pausing the dance, and somehow during all of that, they've managed to maneuver towards one of the solidarity corners of the ballroom, the judge with his back to the wall.

Pulling out a photo, well worn, the judge asks, "Do you think you could make yourself look like this man through an illusion?"

Squinting his eyes at the photo, he notices the sharp tear on the side and the leftover arm of someone else. The man in question is smiling brightly, arm wrapped around the torn off person, his bright blond hair being the most notable characteristic.

"I'm going to assume you're not going to leave me alone for the rest of the night unless I try out your theory," Grif glares at the man.

His unctuous smile not leaving his face, the judge says, "Well it couldn't hurt to play along, right?"

Keeping his glare on his face, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a bobby pin. Grabbing his braid, he raises it to his head, quickly loops it in a messy crown and pins it into place. He then runs his hand over the area, turning it blond with a simple gesture, eyes glowing blue.

He stares at the photo some more, before tapping his visor to make disappear from view, and he closes his eyes to make them the grey that he sees in the picture.

It's as he opens them that he sees a longing look bleed onto the judges face.

"Who even is that man," Grif asks, and that seems to shock the judge out of whatever had made him go all distant. "A criminal?"

"Ah, no," the judge says, voice wired with unbridled emotions. "He is... a missing man."

"Oh," he tries to muster up fake sympathy but finds he doesn't quite want to, especially not as he wears the mans face for the moment. "Was he married?"

"Yes," Temple nods his head. "He had a wife and a daughter, but I am afraid that Georgina is... no longer with us."

He's not enough of an idiot to not catch the familiarity that radiates from the man.

"What of the daughter? Are you taking care of her now that both her parents are gone," he asks.

"She's being well taken care of," the man supplies. "Or at least, that's what Mrs. Grey has assured me of."

Letting the illusion slip away, Grif finds that he is way more uncomfortable right now than he had been when Dylan had forced them all into suits earlier that day.

"Well, your theory bears truth," he says. "And you've had your dance. Now if you would excuse me, sir, I'm going to take my leave."

There's a strange look on the judge's face, but he nods saying, "That's only fair. I hope our paths will meet again, Phantasmagoria."

Not staying to give the man a response, he turns around and starts walking towards where Simmons is awkwardly holding a champagne glass.

He needed a stiff drink.

But behind him, the judge still hasn't moved.

And Grif thinks he isn't supposed to hear the man mutter, "Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"

That fucker was a fan of Shakespeare, was he? Fine, two could play at this game.

"I pray you do not fall in love with me. For I am falser than vows made in wine," Grif quotes loud enough for the other man to hear. He smirks a tad as he delivers the next line, "Besides, I like you not."

Shock blossoms onto the judges face, but disappointingly it's not followed by embarrassment. Which, ok, sure thing asshole, don't respond when called out on your creepiness.

Not garnering the reaction he had hoped, he goes to Simmons and the other heroes like he should have done earlier.

[phantomato]

Per a reddit discussion, here’s one of my biannual reminders that most fic is short fic.

(Source)

Story time:

When I got into writing fic, I felt like I needed to write long, chaptered work to be taken seriously. I was coming from the position of a reader, mind—rec lists tend to feature longer fics, so I had been reading longer fics. When I read one-shots or shorter works, it was often because I loved an author enough to browse their profile, or I had found a fest focused on a pairing I liked.

I wanted to be a serious fic author. I still had hangups about what it meant to belong in fandom. I wrote a story, I set a goal of about 5k words per chapter, I wanted to write something long and get noticed like the longfic I’d read to get here—and I fell short. I hit almost 75k words, the no-man’s land of fic lengths, destined to be sorted out of lots of searches with 100k minimums. What a fucking bummer.

So I tried again with two more fics. I hit ~50k and ~70k, even shorter. I liked the stories I had written! I was very happy with the content, the narrative arcs of these fics, the characters I had put on the page, but the length was still middling. I took breaks, wrote some one-shots and a novella-length fic, and hopped back on the horse one more time.

Made of Clay hit exactly 100k. I did it, I proved that I was physically capable of it, and I called it fucking quits.

I love Clay. It’s one of the best stories I’ve written to date. It also occupied nearly all of my fandom time for three months. Is that more artistically satisfying than having written Ganymede, Uber, Bluebird, Beautiful Sleepyhead, and Routines in roughly the same amount of time? No, decidedly not. 100k vs 100k, I can’t say I would rather have one set of words versus the other, but I can say that my set of short fics are just as important to me as the longer one (which received more engagement from readers, by virtue of its length).

Fandom is built on short fic. Specifically, fandom is built on fic of less than 5k words. Just in case someone needs to hear it, because I needed to hear it about a year ago: writing fic does not need to look like epic-length stories over 100k words long. That doesn’t need to be the goal of an author, now or ever. Stories without chapters, stories without intricate plots, stories that are part of a scene or a really snappy bit of a dialogue or a beautiful kiss or a terribly ugly sex scene or whatever are what make up the foundation of fic. They’re the stories I hunt for on my tag deep-dives, the things I seek out because nothing is as wild and imaginative and unique as what I’ve found in fics of 20k, 5k, 1k words. Read it, write it, rec it.

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(tw: drug abuse mention)

tagged by: @sleepyowlwrites!! to (hopefully) answer your question, I have definitely gotten into fics for media I never consumed and vice versa so that is hella relatable, and I think the first problem may be because, at least in my experience, the characters appeal more than the media itself. my words: shirt, sleeve, skin, scar, sinew, skeleton tagging: @sleepyowlwrites, @drabbleitout, @drippingmoon, @ashen-crest, @asomeoneperson, @kaiusvnoir, anyone who wants to, and my rose gold press-ons, which have lasted a whole week past when the box said they would lmao your words: stand, touch, murmur, glad, weak

shirt (Rebirth)—

Thrive lifted his face from Warren's and cast a dazed frown at the door.

"...What the hell was that," Warren asked breathlessly.

Another shudder through the ship cut him off. In a synchronized motion, both he and Thrive turned their heads to the window, where out of all but nowhere, several gunships swung into view. They fired red shots of energy at and around the Ganymede, popping off like muffled fireworks against the hull until they zipped away again.

Thrive pushed himself onto his knees, sliding his arms back into his form suit. "Those were..." He vaulted off the bed and out of the room without looking back.

Warren sat up, processing the sudden shift in mood. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he grumbled in defeat, throwing his shirt over his head.

sleeve (Rebirth)—

When the call ended, Thrive shifted back to his human form and smoothed his hands over his hair in satisfaction.

"I never want to see that again," Warren said.

Guetry laughed. "What're you talking about? That was fucking insane. What else you got in there?"

"Nearly twenty species from Ashva." Thrive pulled the sleeve of his black form suit over his wrist. "Human, obviously...venevan, as you've just seen, and I may have Rotangan DNA in my arsenal as well."

"Do any of those Ashva races include the eliyi?" Warren asked, a bit more passive-aggressive than he would've liked.

"Yes," Thrive said without missing a beat and plenty of passive-aggression of his own, whipping around to face Warren. "In fact, when I was a youth it was required to know how to become eliyi or else you couldn't pass your higher education. Would you like me to demonstrate?"

"Jesus Christ," Warren muttered into his hands. "We need that like we need a hole in the head, E.T."

"Right," Thrive muttered. "Take us to Ogsh, Varussa, please."

skin (Aurora)—

The infant stirred, but didn't appear to be in any distress. She opened her eyes as Thrive worked, dragging herself into consciousness.

"Ah, yes," Thrive murmured lovingly, handing the tools back to Corin before gathering the much smaller, much thicker obhelian into his hands and gently pulling her out of the fluid. "There we go, my love."

The fluid ran down his arms as he lifted her, but he seemed unbothered, his full attention on his child. He broke into a bright, wide smile, and he looked the happiest Warren had ever seen him. He peered into her small face, her deep black eyes, running his thumbs over the indigo skin on her spine to encourage wakefulness and inhaling her first breath of air.

He took a towel from Gouna and wiped her down, focusing his ministrations around her nose, mouth, and eyes, and as he tucked the towel around her, she opened her little mouth wide and let out a loud, high-pitched wail. A musical wail. An oddly comforting wail. She clamped her jaw shut and blinked sleepily.

Thrive turned her in his arms to present her to the group, the laugh lines of his eyes accentuating his joy. "Thoeala'laris," he said.

scar (Eternal)—

"Hmm." Warren reached out to run the tips of his fingers along the three rows of small braids against the side of [Guetry’s] scalp. "Wanna give me a quick rundown about how and why you'd been using again?"

This time Guetry stopped fully, staring into the mirror before lifting his eyes to meet Warren's. The intermittent flash of the triangular scar in his temple didn't do anything to offset the fear and shame crossing his features as he made sure no one within ten feet was listening. "How the hell would you know about that?"

"You think I can't find this stuff out in my line of work?"

The device strapped to Guetry's wrist lit up with Scotty's orb avatar, wiry rings spinning leisurely around an undulating nucleus. "I apologize for interrupting, but the Consortium is ready for the unveiling. It is imperative that you be prompt."

They took the tram in uncomfortable silence; Warren figured Guetry would talk about it when and if he was ever ready. He didn't feel any sort of animosity or even disappointment—when he watched Guetry's slouched profile silhouetted against the streaking lights through the tram window, all Warren felt was deep regret that he wasn't able to be a better friend. As the gesture had been offered to him not that long prior, he held out a hand.

Guetry took it after some hesitation.

sinew strength (Meridian)—

The tips of Thrive's fingers began to frost over. He kept his hold, hanging onto both shuttles with all of his strength. His eyes glowed orange and the frost melted. An alarm sounded from the controls.

"Let go," Warren said.

Thrive shook his head, teeth clamped tight enough to grind.

"You gotta let go." Warren's heart sank with every word. "We're over weight capacity. Sweetheart, you gotta let go."

Thrive's nostrils flared. His chest heaved. The ground was miles away. Ice crystals spread across the surface of the shuttle he'd held onto until it became a solid block.

Scot looked on. "The occupants have perished."

"We'll be next," Warren warned gently. "Let go."

He did. He dropped the shuttle, which fell back to the surface of Efthim and disappeared.

skeleton (Rebirth)—

The ruckus stopped and Emnophene emerged from the room, pointing at the group. Two graha followed, squinting against the sudden light, and it was the first real glimpse at the consequences of the war that took Warren aback.

They'd been starved, that much was abundantly clear. The graha he'd come into contact with up until that point always had a wealth of body mass, and he could see the very beefy alien skeleton beneath their thick skin. Enormous teeth jutting out of their bottom jaws were blackened and riddled with holes, and the blisters on their faces from the chafing leaked pus and inflammation. The clothes they wore, if one could call it that, were tattered and barely hanging on. Their dark eyes ran with disease and malnutrition. They seemed old...perhaps older than they should've ever become.

Thrive seemed the most shocked out of everyone, eyes wide with recognition. "How long have you been here?"

One of the graha stared at him for several seconds, their crusty and sad eyes blinking confusedly. "We...don't know."