#commenter i owe you my life for that

[danidoesathing]

🦈💭❤️ for the fic ask game!

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Frankie. oh my god i love her and would love to write her more but jesus christ she is a hard character to nail down. i am always scared im gonna do her wrong whenever i write her. miss lou im so sorry i cant do you justice like you deserve

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

oh a bunch of different stuff. music is an obvious one, both cause of the vibes™️ but also because my current fixation is music lore. all i gotta do is listen to a funky song and bam! we got a new fic. i've also gotten ideas from reading different fics (i dont copy the plot but sometimes a line or two will inspire me, or ill think "very cool but what if [this thing] happened" and i go insane from there) and on occasion random comments or sentences.

i mean one time i was writing a multi-chapter fic and like. there's a major MAJOR twist that was inspired by a comment i got on chapter 10 and it was one of my favorite plot points of that series. this comment singlehandedly made me redo an entire character storyline and made this character, who i had come up with for a scene or two at most, insanely important to plot and a huge part of the sequel fic i did. the comment wasn't exactly what i went with but it did inspire me to change that part up

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

That's really hard actually. a lot of my favorite parts of my fics are less single lines and more "effective in the context of the situation" but i did have some bangers in the love like ghosts fic i suppose. I kind like this one:

"There’s nothing beyond this edge of the world but concrete and the unforgiving earth, but you'll be damned if you aren't tempted."

[nebuladreamz]

Part 1: Here

THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG MAN IM SORRY FOR TAKING DAYS

[triforce-of-mischief]

Missed You

Summary: Legend pays a much needed visit to Ravio, who is concerned for his partner's well-being.

Word count: 2390

AO3

Relationships: QPR Legend/Ravio

Reblogs > Likes!

The last few days had been nothing but one bad event after another. The group had been temporarily separated, Legend had suffered an injury, and they had no idea where the shadow had escaped to. When the next portal appeared, Legend was pretty sure that every single one of them was expecting the worst.

Which is why, when they stepped out and gathered around a field in front of a familiar castle, Legend allowed himself a triumphant yell.

“That’s my castle! I mean- Fable’s castle. Anyway, I know where we are!”

“Thank the spirits for that,” Twilight said. “Shall we head there, then?”

“My house is right down the road,” Legend pointed out. “Can’t we go there?”

“We don’t know how long we’ll be here,” Time said. “It would be smarter to talk to the princess first while we have the chance. If we get that done before the next portal arrives, I don’t see why we can’t visit your partner after.”

Legend let out an unfortunately incriminating squawk. “Ravio isn’t- I mean, he is, but- you- how-”

“Oh please, it was obvious from the time we first saw you together,” Sky laughed, giving the flustered vet a pat on the back. “You bickered more than Malon and the old man, but we all saw that look in your eyes.”

Legend gripped his skirts, denying his hands the urge to tug his hat over his ears. “Yeah, it took us a while to figure things out, and a lot of it’s happened in our letters since I left, but… that’s what we are.”

“Aw, vet, you’re adorable when you blush,” Wind said, giggling madly.

“You little-”

Sky held Legend back before he could lunge at the brat, and Time stepped between them.

“Maybe we should split up then,” their leader suggested. “Most of us can go to the castle while Legend and the rest go to his house. Sound good?”

All parties nodded and quickly set to work determining who would go where.

“I’d like to meet Fable,” Sky volunteered.

“Do I have to go to a castle?” Hyrule mumbled, and Legend waved him over.

“I want Wars with me,” Legend said. “Knights don’t have the best reputation here yet. It’ll be better for him to lay low.”

That was his only justification, of course. It wasn’t like it was because Legend felt the most comfortable around Warriors regarding his phobia. The incident from a few days ago was far from being fresh on Legend’s mind, and he definitely wasn’t thinking about a conversation with Ravio that he wouldn’t be able to avoid.

Nope.

A few minutes later, and with a rendezvous planned, Legend led his small group of heroes one way while Time and the rest followed the road in the opposite direction. Wild had opted to avoid the castle as well, so Legend had three other heroes trailing behind him.

“Remember: most of my stuff is magical, and most of that is dangerous. So don’t touch anything unless I give you permission.”

“That’s what you said last time,” Hyrule piped up.

“And you touched everything,” Legend said, deadpan. “You’re just lucky that you were only looking at maps while Wind almost cursed himself with a ring.”

“So this time we know what’s safe to touch,” Wild said.

“Nothing,” Legend growled, making sure that Wild’s cheeky grin faded a little. “If you mess anything up, I’ll make you walk to the castle and explain to Fable yourself.”

The group arrived at Legend’s house without further incident, and the others stood back to let Legend knock on the door. It was his house, of course, he had a key, but Ravio was a bit paranoid about thieves.

“It’s me!” Legend yelled. “And a few friends.”

They heard a muffled crash and a startled yelp. “Mister- oof- Mister Hero?!”

Legend took a step back just in time, letting the door whip past the space that his nose had been occupying a moment ago. A purple blur barreled into him, nearly knocking him over, and he felt Warriors’ hand steady him.

“One of these days I’m gonna be dead on my own doorstep,” Legend groaned, but he knew that the others could see his smile.

“I missed you so much,” Ravio said, and Sheerow chirped agreement from his shoulder.

“Missed you too, bun.” Legend matched the intensity of Ravio’s hug, taking a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of holding his partner close. So much had happened in the months they had been apart, but Legend was finally home. He loved adventuring and life on the road, but time spent away made reunions that much better.

“It’s nice to see you again, Ravio,” Warriors said, reminding them that they weren’t alone.

“Oh, of course!” Ravio exclaimed, pulling away from Legend a little so he could properly greet his guests. “It’s always a pleasure to see Mister Captain Hero Sir, and Mister Traveler Hero, and Mister Champion Hero!” The merchant stood on his tip-toes, peeking over Legend to glance over the rest of the yard. “Are your other friends not with you today?”

“The old man thought it best to visit with Fable,” Legend explained, nudging Ravio back down. “And I wanted to check on my house, so we split up.”

“Hmm… and I’m sure your plan has nothing to do with the fact that I’m living here?” Ravio teased, looping his arms around Legend’s shoulders and leaning in to nuzzle his nose. Ignoring his partner’s Ravi please, you’re embarrassing me, the merchant continued, “I suppose I can be persuaded to provide our lovely heroes with some good food! Free of charge, of course.” Legend gave him a look until he added, “And board, for as long as you need to stay. A- also free of charge.”

Hyrule piped up, “If you need rupees, I’m sure we can-”

“No, he’s just kidding,” Legend assured him. “Your rupees are safe, Roolie… I would watch your pockets though. Sheerow has a knack for nicking shiny things.”

Sheerow chittered indignantly.

“So are you gonna let us in, or are we camping out here?” Legend asked, just to see Ravio’s adorable pout.

“You never have any patience, Mister Hero!” Ravio scolded. “Yes, yes, come in already!”

Ravio released Legend, grabbing his hands to pull him into the house. Legend wasn’t prepared for the amount of force his partner used, causing the stitches in his shoulder to send a sharp ache down his arm. He stumbled through the doorway with a yelp, crashing into Ravio who had stopped just as suddenly.

“I’m fine!” Legend said as worry flashed across Ravio’s face. “Just didn’t know we were moving, that’s all.”

Ravio’s eyes flicked to the heroes behind them. He nodded and gave Legend a look before addressing them, his voice suddenly full of fake cheer. “Make yourselves at home, please! Link and I are going to have a quick chat.”

Legend was once again dragged along, though much gentler this time, through his house until Ravio was slamming his bedroom door behind them. The merchant whirled around, wringing his hands and looking Legend up and down. “Where are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Ravi, really,” Legend tried. “We healed it as much as we could.”

“I won’t believe you until I see it,” Ravio said quietly, staring determinedly at Legend, who finally flinched and reached for his belt.

“Just… I don’t want you to freak out,” Legend explained, struggling to lift his arm properly. Ravio hurried to help, pulling his red outer tunic off and laying it neatly on the bed. “You’re squeamish about these things and I don’t want you to faint or anything.”

“I’m not going to faint, love,” Ravio assured him. “I’m a coward at heart, not faint of heart. Now, where is it?”

Legend sighed, pointing to his injured shoulder. Ravio stepped behind him, pushing the collar of his green tunic aside so he could see. Legend didn’t know exactly what the scar looked like- Four had offered to let him look in a mirror, but he had declined- but Ravio recognized it immediately.

“Stitches?” Ravio gasped, his finger tracing around them.

“Yeah,” Legend said, keeping still so Ravio could see. “Some lucky boko shot me with an arrow and we didn’t have any potions or fairies so we had to do it the dirty way.”

“Were- were you unconscious?”

“No… I only passed out after they finished. I felt everything.” He shivered, remembering how terrible it had felt, how much it had hurt.

“They… wait, who’s they? Who did this to you?” Ravio fixed Legend’s tunic back in place, turning the hero around to face him.

“Wars, Four and Rule… but it isn’t like you think, they didn’t hurt me,” Legend said, then corrected himself. “Well, I mean- they did, but they were… really good about it. I was bleeding pretty badly and Wars took the time to calm me down even a little. He talked me through it while Rule stayed close and Four took care of- of patching it up.”

“It sounds too good to be true,” Ravio breathed.

“I know. I still don’t understand why they were so nice to me, but it seems like Wars isn’t going to let this go quietly. We had a good talk after I woke up, and things are good with Rule and R- Four. Even though they all saw me acting absolutely pathetic and-”

“Oh no you don’t, we’re not doing that.” Careful of his shoulder, Ravio gathered Legend into a hug. “You are my amazing Mister Hero and I’ll never care how scared you are or what you’re afraid of.”

Legend melted into his partner’s embrace, fighting a losing battle to keep himself composed. “Thank you, bun…”

“I just wish I could’ve been there,” Ravio whispered. “I hate knowing that you’re alone and scared out there and not even Sheerow can reach you.”

Legend laughed softly. “Are you kidding? You know how bad you get, neither of us would’ve lasted ten seconds before Warriors would’ve actually had to pin us to the ground. I knew that you would be waiting for me when it was all over, and I was right, yeah?”

“True,” Ravio hummed. “But it’ll take a lot more than common sense to keep me from wanting to help my beloved in his moment of need.”

“You’re impossible…” Legend rested his chin on Ravio’s shoulder, surprising both of them with a wet sniffle.

Ravio tried to pull back and look at Legend, but was thwarted by his partner’s clinginess. “Link?”

“Jus’ missed you,” Legend mumbled.

“We already established that,” Ravio said gently. “Do you need to sit?”

Legend gave a noncommittal hum, content to just be close to Ravio. The merchant took that as a ‘yes’, however, and shuffled over to the bed with Legend still secure in his arms.

Ravio was warm and safe and home, and Legend was crying by the time Ravio eased them down. His partner knew not to pry, simply hugging Legend tight. This only made Legend even more emotional as he attempted to hide his tears and choke back sobs.

“M-missed you.”

Ravio shushed him. “I know, baby.”

Legend hiccupped. “Love you, Ravio.”

“I love you too, Link.” Ravio ran his fingers through Legend’s bangs, wandering up and lingering near the hero’s ear. “This ok?”

“Mhm, yes please.”

Ravio traced light patterns over Legend’s pointed ear, his fingers intermittently slipping behind to provide pleasant scratches to the soft skin there. Legend’s tears slowed as he snuggled into his partner’s comforting touch, and he may or may not have let a happy squeak slip out.

“When Four was working on my shoulder, you know what Wars talked about?” Legend murmured after a while.

“Do tell,” Ravio whispered back.

“He told me about you. He told me all about your habits and personality and skills…” Legend smiled to himself, remembering that small spark of light in the darkness. The happy memories that he had clung to in that moment of fear, now surrounding him in safety once more.

“How much he must have overstated! Only Ravio thinks so much of himself,” the merchant huffed.

“No, it was all true. And I think the world of you too,” Legend said. He hoped that his voice, tired from crying as it was, fully conveyed his sincerity.

“Goodness, Mister Hero… I don’t seem to recall you being quite this sappy during past returns,” Ravio mused, and was Legend imagining the tears in his voice?

“Yeah, well… I guess that’s what happens when something triggers my phobia,” Legend said, then whined when Ravio’s fingers momentarily paused behind his ear.

“That’s a new word,” Ravio said, resuming the gentle scratches.

“Oh, um, Four taught me about it… it’s a fear that’s so severe that it interferes with daily life, and encounters are… really bad. Me and you, we both have trypanophobia- a severe fear of-” even now he had to take a deep breath to prepare himself, “-a severe fear of needles.”

He felt Ravio flinch at the word, and gave him a coo of reassurance before continuing.

“It’s not something that can be cured or dealt with overnight, but Four and Wars claim that there’s a way to come to terms with it. It can take a really long time but they say that if somebody with trypanophobia has a good support system and learns coping techniques… then they’ll be able to face their fear in a healthy way.”

“And you want to try this?” Ravio guessed.

“I’ve been warned that it won’t be easy, but yeah, I do,” Legend said quietly. ��Plus, it it works for me, maybe it’ll work for you too. I’ll make sure that you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen before you agree to it.”

“I’d be willing to give it a try… I just hope that it makes things easier for you. Out and about and facing your fears left and right… that’s not the life I want for my dearest bunny.”

“Ravi, you know how I feel about that nickname,” Legend groaned, hiding his grin in the crook of his partner’s neck. “So… do you want to talk to them? After dinner, maybe?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ravio said, placing a gentle kiss on Legend’s hair. “We’ll get through this, love. Together.”

[thefirstknife]

Some important stuff in regards to the harassment of developers came from Bungie today. They won a lawsuit against a guy who repeatedly harassed a community manager and his family (not fully confirmed in the official document, but people are fairly certain this is about A_dmg and his family). This is a twitter thread from the lawyer who went into some details about the situation. The court document is also available to read (featuring some of the horrific harassment tactics that were motivated by racism and also used racism as part of the harassment so be advised if you want to read).

This isn't just a win for the individual community manager and Bungie, but also has potential to set a bigger precedent in the future. It's basically the first time this has been done to this extent and some ruling in this case made it clear that companies can pursue this sort of legal action in the future if their employees are harassed and threatened. This is HUGE because the protection of employees in the gaming industry has been abysmal otherwise. This case will allow for the company to file a lawsuit on behalf of their employees in cases of harassment.

Before I add some of the more heinous stuff about this situation below, I want to say that the majority of reactions to this are positive. People are happy that this happened as it did and a lot of people are excited about potential big influence this will have in the future to combatting harassment of this type in the gaming industry.

Extra details and thoughts below (racism tw):

This started because the community manager highlighted a black content creator, Uhmayyze, who is himself a victim of harassment more often than not (usually of racist nature). He is most often harassed because he is unapologetically positive for which people have continuously sent him awful shit and comments. Because he enjoys the game and isn't jumping on the hate train. Just recently he commended Bungie for a ban wave and had hundreds of people hound him on twitter for his comment, including Gladd who started it by specifically replying to Uhmayyze and putting him on blast (warning for a lot of gross comments, including photoshopped screenshots of fake discord texts to make Uhmayyze look bigoted, nsfw images, r slur, suicide baiting and so on). This is important because the incident of real life harassment was fuelled over a community manager highlighting a content creator that is himself being harassed and despised online for the crime of... being positive. And you know, for being black. This situation isn't an isolated incident. The community, including other content creators, are absolutely horrible towards this one person that they feel, I guess, does not follow the content creator NPC questline of hating Bungie and Destiny.

So of course, at some point, someone from that crowd will feel confident and justified taking things further. How dare Bungie promote this person they hate. How dare they focus on a positive creator. They're clearly biased and don't want to listen to criticism, only to "toxic positivity" streamer. How dare a community manager highlight this creator. It's a personal slight to them, and "proof" that Bungie is bad and evil and "ignoring criticism." There's someone out there (and probably not the only one) that hates this creator and the game so much they were willing to harass and threaten a community manager and his family in real life.

The community manager was first harassed by phone with text messages and voice mails featuring racist bile, including apparently a voice mail telling him to "convince Bungie to create options in its game in which only persons of color would be killed." This is the worst part for me and super concerning in general, as well as showing the dedication of this person to racism, motivated by his hatred of a black creator (which also, by proxy, technically makes the streamer being harassed as well). Absolutely ghoulish behaviour.

This escalated to also harassing the CM's wife and resulted in doxing them; the harasser somehow found their address. Most of the reports on this will say that the asshole "sent them pizza" which doesn't truly capture how horrific the incident was. First, it's a random guy who has your address which is concerning enough given that he harasses you by phone already. Apparently the pizza was made to be "inedible" and the delivery was instructed to bang loudly on the door upon arrival to maximise discomfort. The order was also deliberately made to be paid on delivery to create as much pain for the victims as possible. The harasser also kept track of the delivery and then called the family again when it was done to tell them to "enjoy the pizza." The family immediately contacted Bungie who contacted the police and provided the family with protection. There's no telling how this would've escalated had they not been in the position to call Bungie and had Bungie not reacted to them asking for help. It's absolutely crucial here that Bungie is the type of a company willing to immediately assist in this situation.

Immediately following that, Bungie organised a long and expensive manhunt to identify the harasser and bring them court. That's where most of the expenses went; finding the culprit and protecting the employee and his family. This is the money Bungie earned back by this court decision because they could prove that the expenses were caused by a person harassing and threatening their employee.

This is a big win overall for the whole industry. It's Bungie setting a precedent on how a company should protect its employees. No matter what people think about Bungie or big corporations or whatever, this is how you can use a lot of money and power to make sure that your workers have rights to decency and safety. That's huge for the rights of workers and worker protections. I hope it becomes a standard and that any future harassment is prevented altogether or at least punished accordingly.

Naturally, the commentary on the news from a big part of the community is super positive. Unfortunately, there's also a part of the community that has a lot of really awful shit to say about this. The comments on twitter are littered with people who are using THIS specific moment to yell about Bungie being a greedy corporation, how the money they won should be used to "fix the servers" and "make more pvp maps" or how Bungie will greedily put this money "into Eververse" or "into Marathon." There's comments about how time was uselessly spent protecting an employee who should expect harassment anyway, instead of working on "fixing the game."

This is what I mean when I talk about how impossible it is in the current situation to have a meaningful discussion about any sort of criticism or feedback. There's thousands of comments from people who think that this specific instance shows how Bungie is greedy. This is what I mean when I say that none of these people actually understand what they're talking about. You can't make proper criticism when you can't separate game development with a company's legal effort to stop an escalating harassment campaign of an employee. The majority of gamers are simply not fit to offer any criticism or feedback. The idea that we all have something useful to say and that employees at Bungie are obliged to give us their time of the day is simply incorrect.

I genuinely 100% stand by the claim that the recent barrage of content creators promoting the idea that Bungie is "the greediest company in the world that's scamming players and increasing costs out of greed" as well as the idea that Bungie is "abandoning Destiny for Marathon, isn't working on the game anymore and is deliberately ruining it" is the reason for these comments existing. If a big streamer said that Bungie is getting too much money but also not doing anything "good" with it, then any money that Bungie receives (including compensation for expenses they took to protect an employee from active harm) is a result of greed. The nuance of any situation is lost; when you only learn the mantra of "company has money therefore company bad" you WILL end up causing harm for people and you will most definitely not be an advocate of workers rights. That's where we're at right now.

The dehumanisation of people who work at Bungie (and the harassment itself) is a consequence of this crap and other similar crap that's been thrown into the ether for the past year, disguised as "we're just offering feedback." People heard that Bungie is a "microtransaction hell" and that Bungie is only investing in Eververse and Marathon and they feel like this story reflects that; they feel like an employee being harassed is not deserving of proper condemnation and that this isn't important enough and that Bungie is a greedy corpo anyway so who cares about that. They do not understand how companies work, how games are made, the state of the industry as a whole (or the world as a whole), the treatment of employees or workers' rights, and you cannot meaningfully critique a company's business practices without understanding that. And they don't because they think that legal expenses used to protect victims, finding a culprit and bringing their ass to court is money that is being used for game development and that Bungie receiving this money should result in... new pvp maps or "fixed servers."

And there's even seemingly good commentary where people recognise how this is good, but they initiate the comment with "As much as I hate Bungie and Destiny and I think they're awful and greedy and destroying gaming as a whole..." : that's not the time and place. You don't have to excuse your support of a big win for potential new employee protection policies just because those policies are done by a company. Of course it is. Companies are the only ones capable of pursuing this sort of legal action. It's one good way a big company can put their power and money into a good place to actually help people and bring forth positive change. And like, you don't have to tell us how much you despise Bungie before you're "allowed" to admit that this is good news. Sometimes companies do good stuff. It's literally not that complicated.

I hope that this situation will help other employees demand the same protection, that other companies will follow suit and that this will also make potential other harassers rethink whether or not they will engage in this or similar type of behaviour. In the meantime, know that the community is largely positive about this, but that there are still absolutely detestable human beings who should feel ashamed of their reaction to this. They shouldn't feel welcome here. And there's still people doing this to the devs and I hope Bungie takes their asses to court too.

[alangdorf]

Sorryyyy for dropping off the face of the earth; got kinda shy after that last post but mostly I’ve just been writing though I cannot guarantee that any of that will ever be finished (also I’m very insecure about my writing AAAH). Figure I might as well post the valentines I had done (like two months late lol); interestingly this turned into more of a hand lettering exercise than I was expecting lol

[moon-blanket]

Pushing myself out of my slump to listen to the new Balance audio.

Is this a direct continuation of the previous Aaron/Elliot video ? oh this is Delicious.

Aaron reassuring Elliot that they'll figure this all out, regardless of how Smartass reacts :') ooooh i love them.

Smartass set up cards to play with Elliot, because Aaron told them the good things about their past ? I'm going to lay on the floor and SOB.

He called him "El" rAAAAAH. BROTHERS !!!!!!

SMARTASS KNOWS ABOUT MAGIC ??? THEY'RE INFORMED UNEMPOWERED ???? FROM THEIR EX ???? Oh this is Interesting. Well, that makes things a little easier !! Welcome to the Club i guess, Smartass ! Hooray !

Him explaining the situation :(( "I don't know how to help him, but he's my Brother. I'm not going to let him face this alone. And I couldn't step into all of this without telling You about it." :((( And him giving Smartass the option to Not be dragged into everything, but making sure they know that he HAS to help. They can change their mind at Any time about helping.

SCENE TRANSITION NOISE WOOOOO !!! CINEMA !!!!!

Aaron saying that they All care about Sunshine oh my god i'm screaming.

Hearing all of this planning just has me sitting in Awe about how Real it all feels. You get sucked into the world so naturally. It's so cool.

Also, it makes me think that it's been Two Years-ish of CloseKnit Operation as of the Monarchial Summit. I hope Sunshine is still okay. And that Elliot actually did get his foot in the door to open a better investigation.

"You don't have to save the world, Elliot. No one can ask that of you. You are one person. It's okay to not be able to take out a nationwide organization on your own. You just have to save Them, and we're going to do that." YEAAAH AARON. Oh my god. Thank you for the reminder. Just because you have being a Main Character to hide behind for safety, doesn't mean you should do everything on your own !!!!!!

Aaron's worry behind closed doors, still checking in on Smartass about it. I agree, everything else IS so big. Even I have trouble keeping track of every nook and cranny of the magical world we've been told about. It's a VERY big leap into a VERY deep pool these two are jumping into. But they're doing it Together, I suppose that's all that counts.

Uhoh, Smartass not being Officially Informed !! All the more reason to get the paperwork after all is said and done, I guess.

(How are we only Halfway through I'm afraid)

Aaron checking up on Elliot when it all becomes overwhelming :( Him telling Smartass of El's struggles with anxiety and how he tried his best to help. Burying myself alive and crying into the Earth about this. He cares so MUCH about his brother.

And I totally get feeling like a fish-out-of-water with your emotions when you're going through something, like you aren't Feeling what you're supposed to in the moment. Ooo ough and using it to keep going and be strong for Others.

Him almost tearing up about keeping strong and getting things done for Elliot, having to clear his throat and get back to business. He's just like me fr.

And the subtle mention of the Inversion's impact with the lady at the counter. Such a good detail.

THEY CAN BE SEEN !!!! LET'S GOOO !!!

SOUTHERN ? SOUTHERN INVESTIGATOR ? Sweetheart who is this. Do you know this man. Is he cool.

Mister Southern Investigator is right :( Unfortunately nothing is ever as easy as we hope it to.

"Our team of Stealths" SWEETHEART ? Hi Sweetheart. You're my hero. I love you.

"I can't lose them, Aaron, I can't." I'M CRYIIING AHHH. Blaming it on him telling them about Magic :(( And reliving their dream and how he couldn't do anything :((

Aaron reassuring him that everything will be Okay :((

Elliot having a death grip on his phone as he tries to fall asleep on the couch HURTS. Hurts dude. And Aaron hurting every time he sees his brother on the brink of breaking down.

AARON CALLING SUNSHINE SWEET :((( SAYING THEY LAUGH A LOT AND JOKE AROUND WITH ELLIOT :(( THIS WORLD IS CRUEL. FREE SUNSHINE DUDE PLEASE LET THEM ALL BE HAPPY.

CALLING THEM A GOOD BALANCE FOR EACH OTHER. HE SAID THE THING. THE TITLE OF THEIR STORYLINE. HE SAID IT ABOUT THEM. I HAVE TO EAT RAW IRON AND STEEL ABOUT IT.

Aaron doubting his abilities to be strong for his brother, to be able to reassure him that things will turn out alright. That hug and kiss with Smartass about it. I feel the worry through the screen. :((

Unbelievable acting Mr. Redacted. i'm going to lay on a country dirt road and think about this for the next 3 business years.

[figurativepieceoftrash]

Midoriya Izuku arrives home to Musutafu following a lengthy three year absence with high hopes of resuming his interrupted life plans and reconnecting with the friends and family he left behind. As desperately as he wishes he could return to the idyllic, self-contained world that populates his memories, the truth appears to be anything but. Home is irrevocably changed, and the people that populate it even more so. As he struggles to repair a life that is rapidly spiraling out of control, a malignant force is beginning to make itself apparent in the streets of Musutafu, though no one seems particularly convinced of its presence save Izuku himself.

In a world where nothing makes sense and everything is subject to a startling degree of change, Izuku can only be certain of two things. Nothing can stay the same forever, and sometimes, proximity is really the only thing you have.

New Chapter!

[alagaesia-headcanons]

Relationship(s): Murtagh/Orrin

Summary: Yearning makes him careless, but five lonely, numbing years since returning war-torn to his throne have made caution lose its luster. Not everything he risks losing matters to him the way it once did, and exhaustion has worn away his strength to deny his heart what it yearns for. So Orrin escapes to find comfort in the touch of a stranger.

-What should be a stranger.

Word Count: 10,427

Warnings: Mentions of su*cidal thoughts, Implied nsfw content

A/N: HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE give it a chance, I swear there's a method to my madness! This ship is pure gold and I'll prove it. This premise for their first meeting has been in my head for years and years and it felt so good to finally polish it write it out.

[cicelythereaper]

it's christmas, which means it's time for me to once again plug the fics i write at and for christmas! now presented in one series for your convenience, mostly covering british kidlit of the 20th century. roll up, roll up, we've got your narnia, your father christmas letters, your rosemary sutcliff, etc

[gale-sized-hole]

The running list of fics in progress at this point are

Bhaal’s Chosen turned co-creator of a false god era Vissenta (with Durgetash sprinkled in for flavor)

Weave channeling scene from Gale’s POV

Act 2 resisting the urge scene, also from Gale’s POV

(I love writing his POV idk what to tell you)

Followup to Armor that involves the armor being removed

Something horny involving boot and foot worship

More ideas keep cropping up but god I need to stay focused on what I’ve already got going.

[emberglowfox]

interesting strat post getting notes again. thinking about how when i made it i went "...will it be okay if i word it this way? no, people will realize 'fuck all X' is a meme format and that it's a light-hearted post, surely" you fool you're on the piss on the poor website

[prophxtslash]

Heyyyyy! I loved the way you wrote Brahms and Thomas, it'll be cool if I could get some nice heart-wrenching angst for the both of em. For brahms, gore would be great- apart from that not picky! For Thomas, something about his insecurities mayhaps??

Go ham and thankyou for contributing awesome fics to the slasher fandom :))

Hi! Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope these are to your liking! (And I apologize, I heeded your words and went ham on the Brahms one LMAO) (it can be read as part of the 'Only His' series, but it's more so a 'what-if' scenario LOL)

Thomas Hewitt | Leatherface

Thomas’ reflection stares back at him, his eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed as he observes the glass. His skin is sallow, sunken in, spotty patches peeking out from behind the muzzle, criss crossing in a pattern akin to stars. 

His hands flex against the counter, tenseness in his shoulders as he forces his eyes down, forces them to look at his hands instead. Scars trail along his knuckles, the skin rough and calloused here. It makes it worse. 

With a growl, Thomas shoves himself away, the cabinet creaking as it wobbles from the motion, the mirror shaking. He glances upwards, and it’s enough for him to snap, for him to crack. 

Glass shatters against the basement floor, the shards shooting off in multiple directions as Thomas slams his fists against the mirror, a snarl leaving him in an exhale. The skin of his fist splits, bleeds as he presses his forehead against the empty mirror, his eyes shut tightly as he trembles, the motion slight but still painfully apparent. 

Soft footsteps tread down the basement steps, and while they are quiet, it’s loud within the pitch silence of the room. Thomas doesn’t move, doesn’t react when someone rounds the corner, a sigh leaving them. 

“Oh Tommy…”

Still, Thomas says nothing, does nothing even as they draw near, even as they press themself tightly into his side, their arms barely wrapping around him. Their fingers move in a gentle pattern, a calming one, and even so, Thomas’ eyes are still closed, his form hunched over the vanity.

Brahms Heelshire | The Boy

Brahms wheezes, his eyes wide behind the mask as he clutches desperately at his throat, crimson staining his fingers. Even so, he reaches towards you, rather, reaches for you, his hand outstretched as he tries to grab you, tries to hold you. You’re trembling, shaking, the knife in your hand clattering against the floor as you drop it, as if it burned you. Strange, choking noises leave you in sobs, your movement jagged and erratic as you press yourself against the farthest wall, far from the center of the room, far from him.

Brahms doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to understand; he persists, his hand moving from his throat to the ground, propping himself up to his elbows as he drags himself over to you, blood spilling from his throat and onto the floor below, the red covering his front half in a gruesome, horrifying manner.

It’s enough to break you out of your stupor and a half sob, half scream tears from you, your hands fumbling for the knife as you hold the weapon in front of you, a wild tilt to your movements.

“Stay away!” A snarl breaks through, anger beginning to overtake despair. “I swear to God I’ll fucking kill you if you get any closer–!”

The threat does nothing to deter Brahms; if anything, he moves faster, his hands clawing into the wood as he draws near, draws right in front of you. His palm is outstretched, offering itself to you; a sign of peace, of comfort.

The motion is fast, too quick for Brahms to see; what had been a blur has become a knife through his palm, the blade piercing instantly and pinning him to the floor below. A muffled cry, scream, tears from Brahms as he doubles over, barely catching himself with his free hand. His shoulders tense, shake as spit dribbles from his lips, his mouth open and panting, humidity flooding the inside of his mask. He’s hesitating, trembling as his pierced hand flexes, his nails digging into the wood, the wound squelching around the knife.

Something tells him that this is it; Greta had done the same, and now, so have you. It always ends the same – it’s time to finish this silly charade. It’s time to end this once and for all.

And yet, something else inside of him tells him to wait; that this -you- could be different.

Brahms lifts his head, and is met with a miracle; you’re still, eyes wide and glassy, the anger dormant, guilt creeping in. Your gaze flits from his face, to his throat, to his hand, and to his face again. The expression is clear; you regret this. 

Brahms whines, child-like, sad-like, and it’s enough to break you.

[hope-inthedark]

PSA: I am still writing The Serpent’s House (I swear I am not lying I have just had much Life happening lately, check tags for more detail) and a new chapter is with my betas now and will be coming soon I promise. For real this time. Please believe me.

Sorry for vanishing and also being the worst for leaving anyone who is still reading this goshdarned fic on a cliffhanger for six months :) If you’ve stuck around: oh god, please let me buy you several beverages of your choice for your patience.

[uefb]

The Business of Worrying (link)

A story about Newt’s first year at Hogwarts, featuring communication, bizarre wizarding expectations of ability, autism, ableism, nonverbal magic, and accessibility. (Also, with a side of 'Hogwarts is a Mess' and 'Complicated Families are Complicated'.) Starts at age 5, and ends at age 12.

SUMMARY: Newt has always had plenty of people worrying about him, so he doesn't bother with it much himself. But that doesn't mean things are always easy; and just because talking doesn't come to him naturally doesn't mean he has nothing to offer, or nothing to say at all. Luckily—sometimes—people manage to recognise that. Over time, though, Newt realises it's more important he simply believe it himself.

Opening Scene:

Newt is five-and-three-quarter years old when his mother takes him to St. Mungo’s for the first time. 

The day before had been a “disaster” and the Underage Magic Officers had very crossly told his parents they needed to “figure something out”. That command had apparently been what sparked his mum to gently wrestle him into his cleanest trousers and the itchy sweater with no holes that morning, before rushing him through their chores, tossing him an apple, and carting him off to London. She’s knelt before him, now, with that smile on her face that makes his heart beat like hippogriff wings on a late summer updraft, and she promises him over and over again that everything will be alright.

“Just try your best to talk so they can help you. Let them inside that brilliant little mind of yours. Think you can do that, cinnamon?”

They meet his aunt-the-mediwitch in the hospital lobby, and then Newt is ushered up behind her to the Children’s Ward, placed in a room with his mother seated behind him and a woman he doesn’t know across the table in front. 

The chair is too big and his legs are too small and he does not want to answer her questions. 

After several long minutes of discomfort, he lets his gaze drift to the wall and he pretends he is somewhere else ( anywhere —the doxy nest in the back garden); and when he starts paying attention again, he is suddenly and viscerally aware that his mother is crying. She’s pulled up her chair to sit directly beside him, and she is leaning slightly forward—toward the healer, who frowns at him—and she is vibrating with the kind of repressed and desperate energy he gets himself when he very much wants to leap for the next branch but knows (with his brother watching, for example) that it would be entirely inappropriate.

“Once a week, I think, Mrs. Scamander, should break him of the quiet.”

Newt blinks, watches the quivering reflection of the charmed lights on the enamel table top, swings a leg in agitation. 

“His father can be like this, though... Isn’t it possible he’ll grow out of it? That’s normal for children, isn’t it? Things like this?”

The healer he doesn’t know is rocking her head back and forth as if considering, and he thinks she looks a bit like a plimpie, bobbing about when stuck in an eddy.

“And your husband, when he was a child…” the healer is kindly saying, in the sort of voice Mother reserves for skittish hippogriffs. “Has your mother-in-law reported this kind of accidental magic? This single-minded mania?”

Newt looks up at his mum and watches her shake her head and bite her lip (No… No, nothing quite the same… ); and there is a part of Newt that wants to crawl into her lap and pet her head the way he does the stray dogs in the village, when they duck away from contact and skitter fast into the shadows. 

But he does not know this place so he does not move.  

They’re talking again, and Newt does not like it here, and he wishes his father were there with his steady voice, and firm grip; the enchanted paper he’d taught Newt to use to communicate when his words are a fog in his mind (but he wasn’t allowed to bring it today because the point was to talk ), but Dad is at work so he’ll see him at home.

“Well, we’ve no way to know about that,” the stranger-healer is saying when he starts paying attention again. “But if something happens again—like yesterday—it would be the Ward’s recommendation to admit Newton for observation.”

His mother is crying particularly hard now — she sounds like she’s choking on something very big and very important, perhaps even her heart, he thinks — and Newt feels that buzzing anxiety just beneath his skin, and he shakes his hands out from his wrists to stop the magic.

No one notices.

“Mrs. Scamander, I’ve sent a note to be placed in his file at the Improper Use of Magic Office, that his parents are reacting appropriately to the Ministry’s concerns.”

His mum pulls a handkerchief embroidered with flowers and griffins from her coat pocket, and she dabs her eyes and is herself again. Newt doesn’t look at the healer, but he watches her press some papers into his mother’s hands, listens as she rattles off the date he is meant to come back.

(Newt distinctly does not want to come back.)

His mother hasn’t carried him in years—not since he got too big to ride pick-a-back as she worked in the barn—but she scoops him up anyway as they leave the office, hefts him onto her hip as she says goodbye to her sister-the-mediwitch at the door to the Children’s Ward, floo’s them to his father’s department at the Ministry so they can all go out for lunch. 

His dad even clocks out early to take him to the menagerie and the bookstore after they eat. 

It is when Newt is on his tiptoes peering inside a terrarium that he suddenly realises his mum has begun to cry again, but this time it seems to be because he won’t stop talking (asking the man behind the counter if he can please see the kneazles! and telling him all about the horklumps he’s been studying in the garden).

It makes no sense, so Newt clings to his father’s hand and pretends it is not happening.

[cmdonovann]

i have gotten... a surprising amount of really nice comments on various fics of mine on ao3 recently? i promise i am not ignoring them, i see them and i am chewing on them like a dog chewing on plastic, however i just moved to the middle of nowhere and i have no wifi and also am renovating a house. so i have not been able to reply to any of them. but i will eventually, i promise!

[no-psi-nan]

PSA for AO3 fic writers:

Sometimes people who publicly bookmark your fics will leave comments on them there.

And there is no way to find this out unless you go into the bookmarks for each of your works and check.

If you haven't done it before, check out the bookmarks! You might find some kind, funny, or wig-snatching comments in there lol.