#emergency fanfic protocols activated

[muffinlance]

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED

Hey while AO3 is down

Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)

Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others

Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button

MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP

>>> Linkie link <<<

Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED

...Until next they are needed

If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.

To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)

Happy reading!

[canonicallyobserving911]

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 26 is now available on AO3.

Please note: Chapters 24 and 25 were posted at the same time.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 26 chapters completed: 1M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 26 of an emotionally distraught and hysterical Eddie while he's on the phone with 9-1-1.

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“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes I’m at 4995 S. Bedford St. and I have an adult male, 31 years of age who's unconscious and unresponsive and I need medical response.”

“Ok sir, can I get your name?”

“Eddie Diaz! I’m a firefighter and a paramedic with the 118.”

“Eddie!” Linda asks.

“Yes! Linda, I’m so glad it’s you.” He heaves past the sob lodged in the back of his throat that feels like a ping pong ball and continues. “Listen, it’s Buck… SHIT!” He stops talking because he remembers he needs to follow protocol for her recording then he tries again. “I mean you need his first and last name for the call. It’s my husband Evan Diaz and he’s also a firefighter with the—the 118.”

“Ok Eddie, I’m checking to see which RA unit is closest to that address but can you tell me what happened?”

“I—I don’t know but I came into the living room; he was swaying back and forth and I caught him before he—he hit the floor. I manually checked his vitals by doing the ABC method… I opened his airway, checked his breathing along with his circulation, then I—I got my medical bag and checked his pupillary response which is fine but his pulse, his blood pressure and his heart rate... and all of them are still low which is why I believe he might be having a bradycardia event. Linda… oh my god, whatever is happening to him is more serious than syncope because he’s still unresponsive.”

“Can you tell me how long he’s been down?”

“It’s been more than two minutes but I didn’t start counting until after I caught him so I could be one or two seconds off.”

“Ok, Eddie, our closest unit is 6 minutes away.”

He frowns and loudly asks, “Six minutes? Why?! I’m sorry please—please forgive me for being loud but I... I—I’m asking because there’s a fire station less than 4 minutes away from here.” He feels like he’s about to crawl out of his skin because the proximity of their home to the closest fire station in this area is one of the reasons why he decided to purchase it. He wanted to be close to one for Chris just in case they ever have to call emergency services.

Will the RA unit arrive in time to save Buck or will Eddie lose the love of his life? 👀

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-26 are available on AO3.

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[candorarchives]

False Tears

Author’s note: This is my first ever fanfic, if you guys liked it, like and reblog! Also this is a re-write of the False Tears card story (specifically the parts where Zoe and Juno were supposed to meet, so parts 3-4) with all of that said, hope you like the fic! “I can’t let you meet her, Juno.” The strictness in his words set the tone pretty well. This wasn’t going to be up for debate, at least for him.  

As much as I’d love to see the Violin Duo get back together, it wasn’t going to be likely. Zoe had changed, so did Juno…and with her condition, there was no way it’d be safe for them to meet. Not without one or both parties getting hurt. Thank God Dr. Richter stood firm. 

I didn’t say much, letting Dr. Richter and her talk it out. Besides, would it change his mind? I’ve met Juno before the incident, but we didn’t talk much overall. I remembered passing her by several times back in uni. Always had a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She was an active part of the Stellis U’s orchestra—I tried, but I only stayed like, a month or two. 

“But…I wanna meet her…I can stay safe!” Judging from her voice, she was choked up, almost about to cry. We only found out that Zoe was going to visit the moment she had arrived in the research center. 

That was a red flag. 

“I’m sorry, but we can’t just let her visit without an appointment.” He continued on, voice lowering a bit. “It’s not safe for both you and her, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

I have to admit, he did have a point. Having her and Zoe meet without supervision was dangerous. There wasn’t much of an assurance that things would go smoothly, nor a backup plan if things went south. 

The tension fell thick, Juno didn’t really have much to respond to what was said. Looking down at the sheets of the bed, she sobbed. “I know but…I just want to say sorry…” 

Said silence was broken by a bang on the door. “Let me in!” Another bang punctuated her speech. “I know Juno’s in there!” 

“Dr. Richter, we have a situation—“ 

“On it.” His hand is already on the emergency button. His other free hand opened the door, seeing an angry Zoe Nelson. “Ms. Nelson, Juno isn’t open for visitation.” 

“I don’t care. I know she’s in there!” Zoe looked like she was sobbing, but her micro reactions were betraying the emotion she was trying to portray. 

He turned to me, giving a gesture to keep Juno from doing anything drastic. I approached Juno, making sure she wasn’t able to hurt herself. “Zoe! I knew you’d forgive me! I’m sorry for what I did! Can we start over?”

“Are you crazy? You upstaged me, and now you’ve got a replacement!” Zoe’s glare pierced through Juno’s fragile form but her eyes showed no care, even though she was nearly crying in front of Dr. Richter to let her in. “Didn’t know I was this replaceable…” 

Juno's eyes widened in disbelief. “Replace you? I’ve been wanting to say sorry since then! I’ve missed you so much….” She then looked at me, eyes welling up. “Can you...let me nearer? Maybe if I explain myself she won’t be mad—”

Zoe was distant—eyes looking down at her as if she was beneath her. “Why are you entering this competition? To walk all over me again? To steal my spotlight?”

“No...I’m not…” 

“Really?” Eyes rolled as she looked at Juno, who was almost a sobbing mess. “You destroyed my chance at fame! And now even my fans are siding with you after hearing about your return!”

“Please...stop...just…” Tears pooled from her eyes down to the blanket below. I gave Zoe a look, telling her to get out before things would get worse, but instead...she started gloating. 

A dark chuckle came out from Zoe. “Are you acting up again? That’s perfect—I’ll record all of it, and everyone’s gonna know you’re a lunatic!” It didn’t stop there as she said how she’ll prove to everyone that she was the better violinist. 

I steadied my hand, ready to hold Juno back if things went south. “Zoe, please stop!” 

“I will never, ever forgive you!” 

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Juno was shaking, begging me to let go. Her eyes were fixed onto the window of the building, but I instinctively grip tighter. Without hurting her, of course. I’m honestly at a loss of words, but I push forward, gripping ever so slightly. 

“Please escort her out of the premises,” Dr. Richter said to the two security guards who just arrived. It didn’t contain any of the usual warmth that he had, replaced with an icy chill. “Make sure she doesn’t beeline for the rooms next time, protocols are there for a reason.” 

Both guards escorted Zoe Nelson, who was kicking and screaming out of the room. The whole affair was quite the shocker, but I was trying to stay calm. If Dr. Richter could do it, then I can do it too. I let that thought simmer in for a few seconds until I noticed him looking at me. 

“Rosa, you alright?” His voice rang out in the silence. “She didn’t hurt you?” 

“All good, Dr. Richter,” I said, trying to emphasise a reassuring tone. “Just a scratch, but it’ll heal in a day or two.” 

“That’s good,” he replied. His assistant was ensuring that Juno was calmed down and on the bed. “We nearly avoided a tragedy today.” 

I nodded, but...was it all worth it? Broken friendships, a lack of closure...nothing changed. Was that truly the best outcome? 

[chasingfigments]

So today marks my two-year anniversary of what I consider my entrance into the FFXV fandom. \o/ I spent probably...three weeks? after finishing the game desperately going through AO3 and trying to find a fic that would help me cope with my grief, and while there are many EXCELLENT post-game fics, I couldn't find the one that would do exactly what I wanted it to. Then I did a lot of crying and got myself an AO3 account and started posting fic, and I'm still here.

Anyhow, some folks on twitter (HardNoctLife, Avianscribe, and MathClassWarfare) said I should re-share my old fics. So! Here's a rec-post that's all me, I guess. XD Broken down by my arbitrary categories.

TIME TO BE SAD ABOUT THAT ENDING

The Shape of Vanished Things || Teen, Gen, Ignis POV, ~6k || My very first FFXV fanfic, and I spent most of my time just crying through it. Takes place in the immediate 24 hours after Noct's death, and it's basically the boys just dealing with his body and having a funeral and being so very sad.

Down to Embers || Mature, M/M, Prompto POV, ~6k || Have you ever thought about the Last Camp and though hmmm, this is good, but how could it be WORSE? That's this fic. Enjoy Prompto trying to keep his shit together after he finds out Noct's not back for good, he's only back to die. It's tagged Mild Sexual Content, but really it's mostly just two boyfriends trying not to cry.

Drowning From the Inside Out || Teen, Gen, Prompto POV, ~5k || Inspired by the realization that hey, the world would probably turn Noct's death into a holiday, huh? That'd probably be a pretty miserable experience to have everyone celebrating your boyfriend's death, huh? Not officially a sequel to Down to Embers, but it may as well be. Extra shoutout to angry!Prompto, because he deserves more screentime, dammit.

FUCK THAT ENDING, FIX IT NOW

The Breaking Light || Teen, M/F and M/M (but seriously those are background), Noctis POV, ~16k || Noctis and Luna get to explore the beyond, then Noctis gets yanked into the world of the living, so he goes to spy on his friends and see they world they've rebuilt in his name. You'll cry happy tears but also don't ask me how the magic works.

What Fades Away (WIP) || Teen, M/M, Ignis POV, ~12k currently || Of course Ignis isn't going to just let Noctis stay dead when he can gamble his memories of Noctis against the chance to save him. The elevator pitch is Orpheus and Eurydice + Chess with Death. Ignis descends into Pitioss to retrieve Noct's soul after the Dawn.

FUN TIMES WITH GAME MECHANICS

Steel Under Skin (WIP) || Mature, M/M, Gladio POV, ~27k currently || Wanna watch Gladio and Ignis repeatedly murder each other for training purposes and then revive one another with phoenix downs all the while figuring out early adulthood and maybe (someday) their feelings for each other? Excellent. I may actually be good at fight scenes.

Blackout || Teen, Gen, Noctis POV, ~6k || When you've got to rely on electricity to keep monsters at bay, isn't it fun to imagine what would happen if the power went out? The boys get woken up by screaming at an outpost and discover the lights are out and the daemons are here.

SOFT FIC THAT SHOULDN'T MAKE YOU CRY

An Anxious Rhythm || General, OT4, Prompto POV, ~5k || Noct's back pain is acting up, and Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio fuss over him and make sure he feels better. T-T That's it, that's the fic.

Prophecy, in Plain Text || General, Gen, Ignis POV, ~4k || When Ignis turns eighteen, he is told that Noctis is the Chosen King. And Ignis, being Ignis, starts researching. Mostly an excuse for cute with a background of lore building because why not.

HEY, LOOK, POLITICS

My most popular fics by far! This was just supposed to be a one shot, then a series of one shots, and now I'm eight chapters out of twelve into the current installment (which isn't the last one), so it's a little out of control:

Emergency Protocol Talk || Teen, Gen, Prompto POV, ~5k || In which Noctis tells Prompto he's gotta run away from danger.

Emergency Protocol Activated || Teen, Gen, Prompto POV, ~6k || In which Prompto is very bad at running away from danger.

Emergency Protocol Lockdown || Teen, M/M, Noctis POV, ~13k || In which we see the same fight two more times and Noctis is angsty about his romantic feelings in a locked room.

Emergency Protocol Fallout (WIP) || Teen, M/M, Prompto, Noctis, and Ignis POVs, ~32k || In which pretty much everyone is miserable and lying to each other about something.

EVERYTHING GOT JOSSED, BASICALLY

A Moment's Consideration || Teen, Gen, Ignis POV, ~2k || Ardyn is so very Done in this POV switch on the scene from Episode: Ignis where he asks Ignis to join him.

I FINALLY COLLABORATED WITH SOMEONE

Borders of Divinity (WIP with crazyloststar) || Teen, M/M, Prompto and Ignis POV (but I'm writing Ignis), ~5k posted || Will appeal to people who equally enjoy lore fuckery and being tormented by unrequited pining. AU where Noctis lives a secluded, touch-starved life in the Citadel due to prophecy, and Prompto joins Noct's guard. Featuring dramatic hand-holding, an excess of feelings, and extreme suspension of disbelief.

[nikibogwater]

Desperation and Desire--A Mandalorian fanfic

“Desperation made you near-sighted, made you clumsy. It was imperative to his survival that he never give in to desperation.

Even knowing all of this, right now, he couldn’t deny that he would kill to be out of this storm.”

After a disastrous day, Din and the Child have a moment of bonding.

Very special thanks to @poetryinmotion-author for beta reading for me! 

Read on AO3

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Din Djarin liked to think that it took a lot to make him truly desperate. He was used to living on the edge, forgoing common comforts, working with whatever raw hand fate dealt him. As a Mandalorian, he was trained to pack away his emotions in a tight little box and stuff them in a distant corner of his heart where they couldn’t affect his decisions. Desperation made you near-sighted, made you clumsy. It was imperative to his survival that he never give in to desperation. 

Even knowing all of this, right now, he couldn’t deny that he would kill to be out of this storm.

The somewhat sardonic part of him registered the irony of his situation; a Mandalorian, accustomed to harsh living, brought to the brink of desperation because of a little moisture. Though in his defense, this wasn’t just a little moisture. This was sheets of driving rain, pelting him mercilessly like bullets, creeping into every crevice of his armor, soaking him down to his aching bones. This was explosions of thunder that rammed against his brain like sledgehammers and sent trembles down his spine and into his stomach. This was misery incarnate. Yet for all that, he might have been able to bear it if it weren’t for the infinitely precious bundle he clutched against his chestplate, fruitlessly trying to shield it from the storm. 

The Child didn’t complain. He just lay there in Din’s arms, wrapped in his soaking wet cape, one tiny hand gripping the top of his cuirass as he shivered violently. That almost made it worse, somehow; the fact that the little one didn’t scream or even whimper, just accepted this misery with resigned silence, as if he didn’t realize that he deserved better, that Din should have taken better care of him, should have kept him safe, should have--

He stopped that line of thought short, focusing instead on the wet slap of his boots against the muddy ground. His entire existence had narrowed to a single point now: get the kid somewhere warm. He couldn’t think about their botched mission, about the Imperial agent who had lured him here with false promises of information on the child’s species, who had led him right into a trap that he really should have seen coming, who very nearly succeeded in killing Din and taking the Child. He couldn’t think about the fact that he was failing the one task the Armorer had given him in regards to his foundling, that he was pathetically ill-equipped and unprepared for such a responsibility. Get the kid somewhere warm. That was all he could do right now. Yet even that simple undertaking was nearly proving to be too much for him. 

The tiny moon they had landed on was only sparsely populated, and lacked the amenities of a more well-visited planet, such as an inn or a cantina. The Razor Crest was a mile beyond the tiny farming village the Mandalorian was trudging through now, and with the mud sucking on his boots with every step, he couldn’t say how long it would take him to get back there. The Child shuddered against his chest and Din pressed him closer, the claws of desperation sinking deeper into his heart. 

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By the time he was finally trudging up the ramp into the Razor Crest, Din felt like a dead man walking. The little one was shivering harder than ever, and had developed a low fever. The Mandalorian was quick to unwrap him from his cloak, wincing behind his helmet at the unhappy whimper the Child gave as he was exposed to the cold air. “Yeah, I know,” he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion. “Just hang on.” He ripped his blanket off of his bunk and swaddled the Child in it, finding comfort in the repetitive action of tucking the numerous thick folds around him. The Child settled into the blanket with a quivering sigh. 

Nearly stumbling over his own feet, Din pried open one of his storage crates and fished out a water packet. He pulled off his helmet and let it drop to the floor, then ripped the cap of the water ration off with his teeth and held the spout up to the Child’s lips. He fussed for a few seconds, clearly more interested in taking a nap than in rehydrating, but after a bit of coaxing, he clamped down on the nipple and began gulping water like an overheated Blurrg. Hopefully it would be enough to bring his fever down. The packet was sucked dry after a few moments, and the little one was already looking a little less flushed. He whimpered again when Din set him down in his bassinet. 

“Just a minute,” Din rasped, fumbling with the clasps of his armor with trembling fingers. Now that the kid was taken care of, the Mandalorian could finally register just how cold and wet he was himself. As the desperation faded, his brain became foggy, and it took him a moment longer than he would have liked to remember where he kept his spare clothes. The Child continued to make soft, unhappy noises as Din stepped into the ‘fresher to change. He emerged looking rumpled, but at least he was dry. He regarded the pile of armor he had left in the corner. He didn’t like being without it; there was a vulnerability that came with being comfortable, and with the pair of them being hunted every minute of their lives, vulnerable was the last thing Din wanted to be. But he already felt like each of his limbs weighed ten pounds, and the thought of piling his armor back on made his aching bones weep in protest. He sighed, ran a hand through his still-damp hair, and left the beskar where it was. 

The Child was fussing and struggling against his cocoon, trying to free his arms and reach out to Din. The sight of him looking so miserable brought a tight feeling to Din’s throat, and he had to swallow a few times before it would go away. You should be doing better, he thought as he lifted the little one into his arms again. This shouldn’t be happening to him. He brushed the thought from his mind, instead focusing on the sensation of the Child curling into the crook of his neck. Din didn’t often feel things without the barrier of armor and clothing. He was never quite sure what to make of the warm, comfortable feeling that nestled in his chest on the rare occasions he could feel the Child against his skin. The little one settled against him and fell silent, his tiny breaths brushing against Din’s exposed collarbone. Din swallowed and collected his scattered thoughts before ascending the ladder into the cockpit, where he activated the ground security protocols. 

He collapsed into the pilot’s chair with a groan, leaning back as far as he could. The blanket had fallen loose and was pooling in his arms and lap. He had enough presence of mind to make sure the youngling was still tucked underneath it before he tipped his head back and let his eyes close. Logic told him he should go back down into the hold and crawl into bed. But his screaming muscles had finally fallen silent the moment he sunk into his seat and he had no desire to move and risk setting them off again. He felt the Child disentangle a hand from the blanket and grip the thin material of his shirt, as though anchoring himself in place. In spite of his exhaustion, Din found himself lifting his other arm to settle his hand against the baby’s back, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as the trembling slowly lessened.

“...I’m sorry,” Din whispered, a distant part of himself wondering where his usual inhibition had gone while the rest of him was too tired to care. “It wasn’t supposed to go like that. I’m sorry I keep messing things up for you. I wish you had someone better.” He was awake enough to know that that was only half-true. Din did want better for the Child, but he didn’t want that to be someone else. Din wanted to be what the little one deserved. He wanted to feel worthy of being called the baby’s buir.

The hand gripping his shirt kneaded against his chest gently, and a warm, foreign presence crept into his mind. 

Want you, it said. Want you. The Child had done this before a few times, reaching out with feelings rather than words. Most of the time, Din was too focused on something else, too anxious and distracted to hear it. But lying here in the quiet of the cockpit, being lulled into a sort of half-sleep by the sound of the rain hitting the viewport, Din could feel the little one’s presence whispering in the back of his head. He had long since gotten past feeling unsettled by it. Now he was simply left with a quiet and almost humbling awe. He swallowed hard as the presence shifted, and want began to morph into love, wrapping around his mind like an embrace.

“I...” His voice hitched, whether from emotion or weariness, he couldn’t tell, but he pressed on. “...I want you too.” 

The Child cooed softly and pressed against his neck, shifting for a moment to get comfortable. Din adjusted the blanket around him, sighing as he felt the soft fine hairs on top of the baby’s head tickle his chin. With the warmth of the child nestled against his heart and the warmth of the little one’s presence in his mind, he soon found himself drifting off.

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Tales from the Holodeck: DS9 Fanfic: Chris’s Teleplay

In celebration of A Star to Steer Her By’s fourth anniversary, we did what pretty much all theaters are doing right now and put together a little Zoom reading. This time around, our latest fanfics in our “Tales from the Holodeck” series are all Deep Space Nine teleplays that you can listen to us cold read here (this one starts at 1:05:58), complete with really dodgy attempts at accents! Follow along with Chris’s teleplay below or read with your friends with your own dodgy accents!

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“Day Trip”

By Chris

Random pick: Bashir

[The DS9 replimat. Garak and Bashir sit at their usual table. The doctor is just wiping his mouth and tosses his napkin casually onto his plate]

Bashir: Well, I’d best be on my way.

Garak: Yes, both of us back to our stitching. The usual time tomorrow?

Bashir: Of course. [beat] Oh, but not the day after.

Garak: Oh?

Bashir: I’m...well, the Chief has been trying to get me to visit Bajor with him and I’ve finally run out of decent excuses not to.

Garak: Excuses? Why, Doctor, I thought your friendship with Mister O’Brien was second only to ours.

Bashir: He wants to go kayaking.

Garak: Ah.

Bashir: Exactly. He somehow manages to injure himself during holosuite kayaking, and that has safety protocols! I dread to think what the real thing might do to him.

Garak: Has he ever gone kayaking outside of a simulation?

Bashir: He says he used to fairly frequently before he joined Starfleet.

Garak: But that was…

Bashir: Over twenty years ago, yes.

Garak: Well. Thank goodness he’s friends with a Doctor. Enjoy your trip. Hopefully you’re wrong and it won’t turn out to be a...what was that charming expression? A busman’s holiday!

Bashir: I sincerely hope so.

[The side of a quickly-rushing river, day. As we pan across the scene we start seeing bits of flotsam and jetsam, equipment, and before long an overturned kayak. Sprawled nearby is Bashir, unconscious, bleeding from a cut on his temple]

Opening credits

[The riverside, where a groaning Bashir slowly comes to. He gets to his feet, glances around for a few moments, lifts kayak and finds nothing]

Bashir: Chief? [pause, then louder] Chief?! [goes to activate commbadge, sees it’s not there] Damn.

[Bashir begins picking up equipment, throws away a few pieces after a brief inspection. The rest go in a small, metal valise. Looks around a bit, then begins walking]

Bashir: Chief?! Chief, can you hear me! Damn it…

[suddenly, a low growling can be heard. Julian stops dead and glances around. From a tree line a wolf emerges. But, you know, a Bajoran wolf. Maybe it has a bumpy nose or antenna or one of those wacky earrings, whatever]

Bashir: I knew we should’ve brought phasers…

[the wolf barks and leaps, Julian throws his arms in front of himself. Suddenly, a high-pitched “thwip” is heard, the wolf lets out a quick, brief whine, slams into the Doctor and the two go down in a heap]

Bashir: I...rather expected mauling to hurt more.

[Bashir pushes the wolf off himself, revealing an arrow having pierced its neck. He glances around, and a Bajoran woman can be seen at the treeline, holding a bow with a second arrow ready to be nocked. Her clothes are unlike any Bajoran outfit we’ve seen before, seemingly made of skins with obvious hand-patching and repairs scattered throughout]

Bashir: I suppose I’ve you to thank for my being alive right now, Miss...?

Ellet: Danzari Ellet.

Bashir: Miss Ellet. My name is...

Ellet: Hold! Do not come closer!

Bashir: Sorry. I don’t mean you any harm.

Ellet: You are neither Bajoran nor Cardassian.

Bashir: I’m human.

Ellet: Human...human... [beat] Federation? Here?

Bashir: Yes.

Ellet: Finally come to end our suffering at the hands of the Cardassians?

Bashir: What?

Ellet: Come now. I know the Federation has ignored the plight of Bajor, but you know what has happened here.

Bashir: Ah, yes, but...well, the Occupation is over. It ended five years ago.

Ellet: What? The Cardassians are...gone?

Bashir: Yes.

Ellet: Do you have proof? For all I know you are a Cardassian agent.

Bashir: Ah...well, no, actually. I was boating with a friend and we capsized. Most of my supplies and communicator were lost. I assume you’ve not seen my friend?

Ellet: You’re the first stranger I’ve seen today.

Bashir: Do you...live near here? Are there many others? Could anyone else have…

Ellet: I cannot trust you with any of that without knowing who you are.

Bashir: I’m Doctor Julian Bashir, from Starfleet. I’m not entirely sure how to prove that, however.

Ellet: Hm. Hands behind your head. I’m going to approach you.

Bashir: Alright.

[Ellet stalks towards Bashir, looks sternly at him. Their eyes lock. He tries a little grin. She suddenly reaches up with the unused arrow and slashes his cheek. He flinches and gasps, and she wipes at the blood with a fingertip]

Ellet: Red. The Cardassians may be able plastic surgeons but even they cannot change blood color.

Bashir: I suppose not.

Ellet: Alright, fine. Drop your arms. Come with me. Tell me what has been happening…

[We see Bashir and Ellet walking into the woods. We are clearly seeing from someone’s Point of View, partially obscured by branches and leaves. There is heavy breathing...commercial break! Oh boy, 90s shit! Vote for Bob Dole! Buy a pager! That Ford Taurus sure is a sexy fuck! AND WE’RE BACK! A small, Bajoran village. There’s no sign of any tech, the homes are simple, aging wooden structures. People do old-timey shit. Bashir and Ellet approach]

Bashir: ...so Winn withdrew her candidacy. Shakaar won the position of First Minister very handily after that.

Ellet: Amazing. A free Bajor. I can’t believe it. I want to.

Bashir: What, my injury isn’t enough proof that I am who I say I am?

Ellet: Plenty of species have red blood, even mine. You could be a collaborator who had his nose shaved down.

Bashir: It would be easier and less traumatic to fill the ridges in, actually. Speaking as a physician. More easily reversed, as well.

Ellet: Which is why the Cardassians would shave it down. Probably without anesthesia.

Bashir: Ah, well…

Pold: Ellet! Ellet come quick!

[a teenage boy rushes up to Ellet and Bashir, barely giving a second glance to the stranger]

Ellet: Pold! What is it?

Pold: It’s Elder Caso! He collapsed!

Bashir: Where is he? I don’t have my full kit, but…

Ellet: Follow me!

[Interior of one of the houses; an old man lays in a bed, his breathing strained and raspy. Other Bajorans stand nearby looking worried. A middle-aged woman, Calra, leans over him, listening to his heart with something that is recognizably a stethoscope. Bashir and Ellet rush in]

Calra: Ellet, who...

Ellet: He’s a Doctor, from Starfleet.

Calra: Starfleet? What…

Bashir: I’ll explain everything in time, but first…

[Bashir kneels next to Calra and pulls his tricorder from his kit. He flips it open and it lets out a somewhat-sickly version of it usual beeps]

Bashir: Damn…

Ellet: What’s wrong?

Bashir: The power supply was damaged. [noting the stethoscope] Did you get a chance to use that?

Calra: Yes. His heartbeat is badly irregular.

Bashir: Does he have any allergies you know of?

Calra: Some hay fever, nothing else.

Bashir: Cordrazine, then. [pulls out a small case from his kit, flips it open to reveal some phials. Pulls one out] Thank goodness, it’s intact. But I haven’t a hypospray. Do you have a syringe or anything?

Calra: Yes. Ellet, over there…

[Calra points and Ellet vanishes for a moment, before reappearing with a tray of needles. Bashir picks one up and glances momentarily at the Bajoran writing]

Bashir: What line is...ah...damn, what’s the Bajoran equivalent of ccs. Ah...right, right! Which one would be half a dectol?

Calra: There.

[Bashir twists the top off the phial and sticks the needle in, slowly pulling the plunger back. He delicately hands the phial to Calra, then starts tapping Pold’s arm]

Bashir: Haven’t had to find a vein since medical school…

[He nods, satisfied, and plunges the needle into the old man’s arm. He picks up the stethoscope, puts it on, and presses the diaphragm to the elder’s chest]

Bashir: He’s stabilizing...good. I suppose it’s too much to hope for that you have IV bags?

Calra: You’re lucky we have syringes.

Bashir: Alright, make sure he stays hydrated. More so than you might think is necessary. Someone should be watching him at all times. Check his heartbeat every hour. If it gets irregular again, a quarter dectol of this. If his breathing becomes rapid at any time try chest compressions. If that doesn’t work get me. [beat] Real, frontier medicine. I knew a young fool who romanticized this stuff…

Caso: Ellet…

Ellet: Father!

Caso: Who...is this?

Ellet: He’s Doctor Bashir, father. He’s from Starfleet. The occupation is over, Father. Bajor is free.

[Exterior, night. We are again watching from an unknown figure’s PoV. We can just make out Bashir sitting with Caso, Ellet, Calra and others by a large fire. Someone hands him a bowl. Switches to the side of the fire as he eats]

Bashir: This is excellent. And you’ve raised or hunted all of this yourselves?

Ellet: It’s what we’ve done since I was born.

Caso: We have been on our own for almost four decades. I was a child when the occupation began. My memories of a free Bajor are...a fog, at best. I can somewhat remember the quiet meetings in my parent’s home. The early days of the Resistance, though I didn’t understand that at the time. I was barely a teenager when we set up our first camp to begin striking at a Cardassian shipping port.

Bashir: So what happened? Resistance camps didn’t tend to become permanent emplacements.

Caso: We had moved here for a major strike planned with another cell. I can’t remember what the target was. Almost every single adult went. Many of the teenagers. I wanted to go, but they said I was just too young. If I’d not been recovering from a sprained ankle they may have taken me. I’m not sure. [pause] No one came back from the mission. We waited for days. Weeks. Before long we began to be sure the Cardassians would arrive and destroy us. But we were mostly children, we didn’t know how best to pull up stakes and resettle. We didn’t know how to contact other cells. We didn’t even know if we were near civilization. After a few months, we realized we were on our own. And...well, we made do.

Bashir: I’d say you’ve thrived. You’ve remained undiscovered and self-sufficient for almost forty years. That’s astounding!

Caso: Yes. But now...now we can rejoin Bajor. A Bajor free of Cardassians. I still scarcely believe it. [beat] I do not mean to seem ungrateful to my savior but...well, have we simply replaced Cardassians with Federation troops?

Bashir: No, no not at all! No, we’re all on a space station. There’s no permanent on-planet presence.

Caso: But your commander is the Emissary?

Bashir: Yes. But he’s a Starfleet officer first. He hasn’t abused his position as Emissary to try and force the issue

Calra: Starfleet is famously hands-off.

Bashir: We try to be. First and foremost we consider ourselves explorers. We’re ambassadors of the Federation, we don’t exist to strongarm anyone into joining.

Calra: Tho you certainly have military might.

Bashir: An unfortunate necessity when not everyone shares our ideals.

Calra: Yes. Like the Klingons. Orion Pirates. Cardassians?

Bashir: Right…

Caso: Calra…

Calra: Tell me, Doctor, when is non-interference just willful ignorance?

Bashir: Sorry?

Caso: Calra, he’s barely older than Ellet, he had nothing to do with…

Calra: Oh, I’m sure they’re making some similar decision now, though. Right, Doctor? What atrocity is your Federation turning a blind eye to now?

Ellet: Calra, come now…

Bashir: No. No, she’s not wrong. The Federation. Starfleet. We let a lot happen in the name of The Prime Directive. I can’t disagree. We don’t live up to our own ideals sometimes. And that’s because we’re flawed. [beat] But that’s the root of it. The Federation has had its brushes with failing itself even more drastically than that. So we stop the Cardassian occupation. Then we get asked to help another culture. Then another. And another. Then one day we don’t get asked but just show up. Then we show up again. And again. And then, suddenly, we’re taking over Bajor instead of the Cardassians. The line is fine. Too fine. And I have yet to meet anyone who I would trust to see it.

Calra: And what do you think about Bajor joining the Federation willingly? Since that is how you see the overture now.

Bashir: Honestly? I don’t know. On the one hand, the Federation has plenty to offer. On the other hand, Bajor is still trying to figure itself out after having its own culture nearly eradicated. But then there is the issue of the worm...Celestial Temple. Bajor is now the most important planet in the Alpha quadrant, which means it could also be a target for countless people.

Calra: You seem to have trouble committing to ideas.

Bashir: I’m a doctor, not a diplomat. My choices are much simpler. If someone is in need of medical help, I provide it. I leave diplomacy to better people than myself.

Caso: Well I, for one, am grateful a Doctor arrived instead of a diplomat. Now, come! No more interrogating Doctor Bashir! Let’s enjoy ourselves, and in the morning we shall send out parties to try and find his friend!

[The spooky PoV shot again. Heavy breathing. WOOOOOO, what could it be?! MOTHERFUCKING COMMERCIAL TIME! It’s a trailer for Twister, fuck did you see that cow?!  It’s the “great googly moogly” Snickers ad! Oh shit they made the Game Boy smaller! BACK TO THE SHOW, HONKIES!

Day, Julian walking through the woods with Ellet]

Bashir: So, are you looking forward to seeing the sites of your homeworld?

Ellet: I...suppose? My whole life has been stories of Bajor. For me, Bajor has just been my village and a few square miles of woodland. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

Bashir: Well, the capital has some stunning architecture. The Bajoran Gallery has already managed to rebuild much of its collections. I’d be more than happy to show you around.

Ellet: That could be…

[suddenly, a large rock whizzes past their faces and they both duck down into the brush]

Bashir: What the hell?!

Ellet: Come on! There’s not enough cover here.

Bashir: This way!

[the two start running towards a large boulder near a tree line, Bashir slightly ahead. Suddenly there’s the noise of bending wood and straining rope]

Bashir: WHOA!

[Bashir is now danging upside-down, one of his feet caught in a makeshift rope hanging from a branch. Ellet dives behind the boulder]

Bashir: Ellet, what’s going on?! Is this normal?!

Ellet: No! I have no idea what…

[Another rock spirals in and Ellet dives behind the boulder. It bounces off and barely misses Julian’s head Ellet nocks an arrow and glances over the boulder]

Ellet: Where are you…?

Bashir: Could you get me down maybe?

Ellet: Shh!

Chief: [from a distance] You damn Cardie bastards! You let him go!

Ellet: What?!

Bashir: Chief?! Chief! What are you talking about?!

[The Chief is standing in a shadowy area, having gone full Apocalypse Now. His shirt is gone and he’s covered in mud from waist to face as makeshift camouflage. He holds a homemade sling and a rock. His face is hard]

Chief: It’s alright, Julian! I’ll free you from those bastards before they can scream at you about lights!

Bashir: Ellet, please. That’s my missing friend! Something’s clearly wrong with him!

Ellet: So I can’t kill him.

Bashir: Afraid not.

Ellet: Great.

Bashir: Sorry. If you could get me down I could help…okay.

[Ellet has already launched herself over the boulder and started charging towards the Chief. She barely ducks a stone, which ends up hitting Julian in the gut, making him give out a little oof. The Chief loads another stone, but Ellet shoots an arrow that cuts the handle. Time for a motherfucking fight! Chief goes all Classic Starfleet double-hand punches and Kirk-chops. It’s...well, you know. It’s a “Trek” fight. Then Ellet manages to crack him one across the chin with her bow and he goes down. Before he can get up she puts a foot on his chest and has an arrow drawn and near his face]

Ellet: Calm yourself, Chief. No one wishes to hurt you or the Doctor…

[the interior of DS9’s infirmary. O’Brien, in uniform, lays on a diagnostic table while Julian scans him]

Bashir: So my best guess is that spring you said you found had been tainted by spores from some nearby bitari mushrooms. Calra explained them to me. For a Bajoran they can cause rather pleasant hallucinations. Humans, it would seem, not so much.

O’Brien: I swear, they all looked like Cardassians. It was like I was back in the war. Thank goodness I didn’t hurt anyone.

Bashir: You bruised one of my ribs, actually.

O’Brien: Well, being fair, I wasn’t aiming for you. Still, I’ll get you your next pint to make it up to you. Quark’s?

Bashir: I’m going to need a rain check. I’m acting as an ambassador today.

[Ellet walks in, dressed in modern Bajoran clothing]

Ellet: Doctor?

Bashir: Ah! Ellet! I’ll be right with you! A Vulcan survey ship is due back from the Gamma Quadrant in twenty minutes, so we’ll start with a docking pylon! They have the best view!

Ellet: I’m looking forward to it.

[She exits]

Bashir: Right, well. You’re officially released, Chief. You should be all set. If anything seems off just come back here straightaway.

[Julian exits]

O’Brien: Horny prick.

[THE END! END CREDITS!]

Majel Barrett: Next time on “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine”

Sisko: Why is my razor so stupid?!

Dax: Benjamin, Kai Winn is here to see you.

Kai Winn: [incoherent screeching]

[scene change!]

Bashir: Goddamn it, so itchy…

O’Brien: I really didn’t need to know that, Julian.

[scene change!]

Dax: Kira, you’ve got a message coming in from Gul Dukat.

Kira: Ugh. Put him through.

Gul Dukat: Ah, Major Kira…

Kira: I swear to God if this is another thinly-veiled attempt at hitting on me I will cut of your balls and feed them to your pet vole.

THE END!

Stay tuned for whatever bullshit was on your local station in 1996 after DS9!

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Fanfic concept: Lantern Corps: Last Light Protocol

Plot: Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor wadge war against each other when the Anti-Monitor tries to destroy all of Apokolips, during their battle Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor fuse becoming the Dark-Monitor, and also subsequently creates the Black Lantern Corps which then turns every living being on Apokolips into a Black Lantern in the process.

The Dark-Monitor the proceeds to kill every lantern corps leader along with destroying the lantern home worlds, this series of events then enact Last Light Protocol. Last Light Protocol was an emergency fail-safe created by the leaders of the different Lantern Corps, the protocol only becomes active when all lantern leaders are killed within a week long time frame. The main power batteries then transform into power rings then travel to Earth, the origin of the emotional spectrum, to find new lantern leaders and help rebuild the Lantern Corps. When the rings find a new leader the rings then turns and object of the user into a power battery.

New Lantern Corps Leaders:

Name: Gallilaus Aluxis

Home Country: Ancient Greece [Athenian Empire]

Lantern Corps: [New] Blue Lantern Leader

Lantern Battery: Aspsis Shield

Bio: born in ancient Greece his mother was a tailor while his father was a blacksmith and sculptor; one day a gorgon ravaged his village and began turning everyone to stone, although he saved his family by allowing the gorgon to turn him to stone allowing his family to run. He was conscious while petrified, as this was a gorgon that fed off despair and as those who turned to stone despaired they would crumble till they became dust. Throughout the years of his petrification he never lost hope that he would be free, this hope lead to the blue lantern ring finding him in an abandoned field and freeing him of his stone curse.

Name: Tamaki Izuku

Home Country: Japanese

Lantern Corps: [New] Red Lantern Leader

Lantern Battery: 16th century tanegashima rifle

Bio: the only son of a high ranking yakuza member his life was fine, enough for him to be content; one day his father brought him along for a “meeting” his father and the other members were attending. Unbeknownst to either him or the other attendees a rival gang planted high grade explosives in the building and detonated them killing nearly everyone. They then proceeded to kill the survivors, he was then found trying to escape only to be shot in the throat and left for dead. While clutching his bleeding neck and writhing on the ground in a pool of is own blood while seething and wallowing in his hatred and rage. His rage became a beacon for the red ring which healed his wound and turn him into a red lantern.

Name: Valentino Harkens

Home Country: Spain

Lantern Corps: [New] Starsapphire (violet) Lantern Leader

Lantern Battery: Classic Resonator Guitar 

Bio: one of the few male pink lanterns in existence Valentino works as an on stage musician at the “Venus Star”, a night club in the richest part of the city; his personality is of a person who focuses more on his career and passion rather then his social life. Subconsciously he’s some what of a helpless romantic desperately trying to find a meaningful connection, even if he doesn’t know it himself. His subconscious dreams of romance can be heard in his music and how he presents himself onstage. On one night, Valentino found out that the whole night club was rented out for a party thrown by the head of a famous recording studio, to him this was his big chance to finally realize his dream; as he went on stage he began to play with such raw emotion that everyone in the room was stunned, the sheer amount of love and passion he displayed in his music was enough to guide the violet ring directly to him, and on stage he was engulfed in violet light. After his song was finished he found himself on surrounded by violet light as the audience cheered.

Name: Vikky Morgans

Home Country: USA[Las Vegas,NV]

Lantern Corps: [New] Orange Lantern Leader 

Lantern Battery: Designer Belt

Bio: although she’s selfish, spoiled, and an apathetic point of view to most thing that don’t concern her, she does have a more softer side to her due to being a massive fan of comics, video games, cartoons, and anime. She secretly works part time incognito at a comics and game shop called “Roll & Initiative”, as a hobby and even sells skimpy cosplay pictures of her on her blog, even though shes rich enough to never have to work for her entire life. One night while binge watching all the Lord of the Rings and Star Wars movies and by bidding millions of dollars on life size statues of Attack on Titan characters the orange ring shot through her window and latched itself on her finger and now suffers the annoyance of having the spirit of Larfleeze constantly bothering her.

Name: Carter Winston

Home Country: USA[Hollywood,CA]

Lantern Corps: [New] Yellow Lantern Leader

Lantern Battery: 35mm Mitchell Film Camera

Bio: a famous movie actor who’s played a menagerie of horror movie monsters and villains ranging from slasher movies to bone chilling suspense. Carter is considered by many critics as the master of horror when he’s on the big screen. He was even a guest star at the horror movie convention, “Horror-con”. One night while practicing his latest monster roll, the yellow ring appeared before him and placed itself on his finger.

Name: Katherine “Kat”, Matterson

Home Country: Canada[Quebec]

Lantern Corps: [New] Indigo Lantern Leader

Lantern Battery: Chromebook Laptop

Bio: a nineteen year old collage student studying mostly to get her G.E.D. and work at her parents bakery. She does volunteer at the children's hospital and even does fund raisers. Her hobbies mostly include painting interpretive dance and poetry night, she also grows her own weed. One day while getting stoned out of her mind and gorging herself on an two entire boxes of Dominos marble cookie brownies and a chicken Alfredo bread bowl the indigo ring placed itself on her hand, and then turned into the indigo lanterns power staffs and accidentally smacked her in the face. Since then the ring/staff transferred itself into her favorite vape-pen instead to avoid another incident.

Name: Roxanne “Roxxy”, Anderson

Home Country: USA[New Orleans,LA]

Lantern Corps: [New] Green Lantern Leader

Lantern Battery: Zippo Classic Lighter 1935

Bio: a collage sophomore working towards a computer sciences degree. she’s also an avid gamer with the top ranks in World of Warcraft, DOTA, League of Legends, and SWTOR. To pay off her student loans she works part time as a barista at her dads coffee shop/bar. During a 24 hour binge on Dark Souls the green ring smashed through her dorm wall and placed itself on her finger, but causing her to lose all her game progress.

this is just my personal fanfic idea if you have any ideas or nitpick please leave a comment

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[fanfic]  One’s Proper Place:  Chapter 30

Series Title: In Chains||Story Title: One's Proper Place Characters: Shou, Brron Chapters: 30-30||Words: 1,044||Total: 34,630 Genre: Drama, Angst||Rated: PG-13 Challenge: Diversity Writing, J14, multichap with chapters between 1000-2000 words Notes: This is an AU. More will be revealed in time. Summary: Shou's life has taken the worst turn he can imagine, with his home destroyed and himself being trained as a slave. With escape a faint hope and no one around who cares, what chance is there that anything will get better?

In the days since Brron’s defeat and Rune’s ascension to command in the castle, everything there had been more or less like a holiday. There were still stresses and problems to be dealt with, but Shou didn’t have to worry about those. Or rather, everyone told him that he didn’t have to worry about them. He only needed to concentrate on getting better.

That didn’t stop him from hearing the stories about how Lord Phoenix and Warrior Asuka teamed up to not just spar against one another, but to go up against a would-be revolution led by one of Brron’s former underlings. Two stood up against many and the two returned, tired and drained and with battle injuries, but alive.

What surprised Shou about that more than anything was that it was Imp who told him of it. The little monster flopped back into his life a couple of days after he and Ryou met Fubuki on the balcony, introduced himself to the bard as he kept asking questions of the brothers, and insisted that he’d been with Brron for years and could tell anything that Fubuki wanted to know, and would in exchange for food.

Clearly Imp’s loyalty to anyone was forged by whoever fed him last. That didn’t surprise Shou at all. And at least now Imp didn’t dig those nails into him. He could get along without that.

Rumors ran rampant everywhere in a castle, something Shou had known since soon after coming there, and rumors sometimes resolved themselves into facts: such as the imminent arrival of Johan and his affianced Haou.

Or was Johan affianced to Haou? Shou couldn’t get the protocol for it sorted. No one else seemed to care, anyway, but it kept his mind occupied.

Imp himself brought in word on the day of the arrival. They still remained a short distance away, an hour or so, as everyone burst into frantic activity to have everything cleared up and a feast awaiting the most powerful of the warlords of the world.

Every rumor Shou ever heard about Haou spoke of his ruthlessness, his unyielding determination, and the way he disposed of those who stood against him with little more than a wave of one hand. No one even knew where he’d come from. He’d risen to power only a handful of years earlier, and if anyone knew what he looked like underneath his black armor, they’d never mentioned it where Shou might hear of it.

One thing did whisper around, though: tales of Haou’s golden eyes. Eyes of burning, searing gold, that focused on one and spoke eloquently of death to those who dared to stand against him.

Just the mention of them made Shou shudder and he could not see how Johan would want to marry such a person. But apparently he did, and now they arrived for the ceremony itself.

Everyone stood before the castle to await the new arrivals. A plume of dust in the distance heralded them. Ryou and Shou had both recovered enough strength so they could join the waiting crowd. Tingles of fear-sweat and nervous-sweat pooled in his back.

In due course, the plume resolved itself into a large carriage, pulled by a pair of fine horses. In front of the carriage there flew a green-armored warrior with fine white wings and beside him there galloped or flew – Shou didn’t know which word to use – Johan’s beautiful Sapphire Pegasus. There were other guardians to all sides and a small guard contingent bringing up the rear. All in all, a suitable escort for Haou and Johan.

The carriage drew to a halt in front of the castle and the winged warrior stood by the carriage door.

“Haou-sama, Johan-sama, we have arrived,” he announced, opening the door.

Johan stepped out first, as brilliant as Shou remembered him, if not more so. He bounced out and ran right over to his brother, caring not a whit for dignity, and hugged him.

“Don’t you look fine!” Johan said, grinning. “Running things suits you.”

Rune chuckled, giving Johan an examining look of his own. “And I see he’s treated you well.”

“What would you expect?” Johan turned back to the carriage as an armored figure emerged.

Shou shivered at the sight as the most feared warlord of them all turned toward them. Then he reached up and slid his helmet off, tucking it underneath his arm.

“I’m still mad that you guys went ahead and finished Brron off without me,” Haou said, and at the sound of his voice, Shou’s jaw dropped, all but brushing his knees.

Ryou shrugged. “It turned out to be necessary. I claimed blood-right on him after what he did to Shou, anyway.”

“That’s right...” Haou turned toward Shou and what little bit of restraint Shou had slid away as he got a good look at Haou’s features.

His eyes weren’t gold. His features were older and sharper and more mature with the passing of years, but Shou still remembered him, and now he recognized him.

His voice choked in his throat. He wanted to say something so much, but it was Haou who broke the silence.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you. I wasn’t even sure if it really was you when I heard about what was going on here. But it is.”

Haou stepped toward him and from Shou’s throat there emerged a tiny, unbelieving squeak that might’ve been a name. He swallowed again and tried again.

“J-Ju-Ju--” He couldn’t make it. The word wouldn’t leave his lips. But Haou smiled anyway and held one hand out to Shou, who showed no inclination to take it. A mix of fear and anger and confusion sealed him where he was.

Then Ryou’s hand landed on his shoulder and Shou looked up, wanting some kind of an answer, and his brother nodded.

“It’s really him.”

It was all that needed to say. The name finally wrenched itself out of Shou’s lips, flavored with disbelief all the same, because how in the world could the boy that he’d known become this warrior, this leader?

“J-Juudai?”

Yuuki Juudai gave the most cheerful of grins, one all out of keeping with his armor and his status. “That’s me! How’ve you been?”

The End

Notes: There will be stories involving how Juudai rose to power, how he unlocked his power as Haou, how things resolved with Ryou, Saiou, and Edo, and ones about Fubuki and Asuka, before and after this one. Oh, and Yubel will be there too. After all, my true OT3 is Yubel/Juudai/Johan!

And I hope that you'll be there for all of those stories, no matter how long it takes me to write them.

[chasingfigments]

Fanfic Roundup

I had a prolific year, much to my surprise. (Hi, new fandom. XD) While I did an AU drabble game for my kdrama followers, the majority of my fic writing happened in FFXV, where I wrote 55,223 words in six months. After a year of basically writing nothing, that was a miracle. In case you missed anything, here’s what I wrote in 2018:

The Shape of Vanished Things. I showed up to the FFXV fandom a year and a half late and sobbing, and this fic was my attempt to deal with my feelings re: the ending. Has the best hit-count-to-kudos ratio of all my fics, which I think it deserves, but it’s in the bottom half of the popularity ranking for the simple fact that few people want to read about Ignis being horribly sad and overseeing a funeral.

Emergency Protocol Talk & Emergency Protocol Activated. My two most popular fics, hands down. Together they account for nearly half of all of my hits on AO3. Talk was the first kinkmeme prompt I filled, and somehow it’s turning into a one-shot series because I can’t say no to nice strangers. They’re all about Prompto deciding to go for the Crownsguard and how dangerous it is to be in a prince’s orbit. Currently contemplating a third installment where things may turn one-sidedly shippy.

Blackout. My second kinkmeme fill and the first time I used the action scenes are the worst tag. It’s a horror-esque one-shot about the chocobros being in a tiny outpost when the power goes out in the middle of the night. From there it’s action scene after action scene where they try to keep themselves and the residents alive until dawn.

A Moment’s Consideration. My third kinkmeme fill and probably my weakest piece. I had a difficult time getting into Ardyn’s head for this one, but I think it’s an okay examination of events at the Tidemother’s altar from Ardyn’s POV.

Steel Under Skin. My fourth kinkmeme fill, except it’s not actually filled yet because this is a WIP. If you wanna watch Gladio and Ignis repeatedly murder each other as part of their training, this is the fic for you. (Well, so far Gladio’s the only one doing the murdering, but Ignis’ll catch up soon.)

The Breaking Light. My fifth kinkmeme fill with just one chapter left to go. This one is especially dear to my heart and features Noctis popping back into the world of the living for the express purpose of making me cry. Hoping to wrap it up this month.

...and then I also wrote a gift exchange fic, but it’s still anon. I’ll reblog this with the link once it’s okay to reveal. I’m pretty proud of the reception it’s had so far, though.