#faer fic

[faeriekit]

Immediate Roadside Assistance Required

Phic phight fill for sapphireshield (no tumblr listed)

Warnings for: extremely mild depictions of domestic violence

The car that pulls over is a SUV. Beige. Kind of grimy. There’s a mom at the front; inside, Dani bets there’s probably one or two kids.

The mom rolls down the window. She looks nice. Kind of soft. Tough, in a kind of mom sort of way, but soft enough to see a girl with her thumb out at the side of the road and actually pull over. It’s a sweet gesture; Dani has a vague idea that hitchhiking hasn’t been trendy since the eighties, so this’ll have to do.

The mom sticks an elbow out the window and looks Dani up and down. “You alright, sweetheart?” she asks, a different twang on her tongue than the vowels Dani’s been used to all her (short) life. Dani might be out farther than she thought.

Dani grins. For this mom, it’s nice ‘n sweet. “I’m good! I need a ride, though; I’m trying to get to my stepparent’s place. Tryin’ to get as far as the border.”

The woman flattens her lips. She probably thinks Dani’s a runaway, but she’s not. Dani’s something a lot worse.

“You sure?” The mom looks up at the sky, even as her kid squeals about something snack-related in the back. “It’s about to get dark out, honey. Storm’s coming.”

Dani’s grin doesn’t let up. “I’m gonna go meet my brother! I already know where I’m gonna lay up, so don’t worry!”

The mom is for sure worrying; worrying her lip between her teeth, and worrying over a scruffy kid in a torn-up hoodie. “...Well. ‘Long as I get to see him when we get there. Hop in.”

Dani grins, and hops up in the car.

It’s a little warmer in there. Smells like cheerios; there’s a baby, Dani notices, in the back seat. It’s got her middle two fingers in its mouth and big brown eyes.

Dani waves. The baby stares, since babies do that, and Dani occupies herself by making funny faces over the shoulder of the passenger seat, eager to elicit a giggle from a little kid. She loves little kids. She wishes she’d been allowed to be one.

“You might want to turn around and buckle in, young lady,” the mom drawls, wiping stress off her forehead. “Don’t want you to die if we end up in a crash.”

I can’t, Dani doesn’t say, because she’s nice. I’m already dead.

So she turns around and buckles herself in. The mom flicks on the radio, and a woman’s voice starts growling over an electric guitar and a roughed-up drum kit. It sounds fun.

This ride’s going to be good. Dani grins, all teeth and brimstone. There’s a storm rolling in, bad luck hanging in the air like vapor and sparks. Lightning’s on its way.

It’s a long way to the state border. Dani’s going to enjoy every minute she can with the window down, electricity in her fingers, and the quiet humming of the driver singing along.

*

They make it to a rest stop about three quarters of the way there.

Dani’s not against stopping, so she just peeks out the window, watching cars and exhausted drivers slog through the paved flats of the rest stop parking lot. “What’re we doing?” Dani asks, entertained in her own way. Maybe this nice mom is going to try to hand her off to CPS!

It wouldn’t work, but, you know. It would be kind of annoying, if ultimately well-meaning.

“Diaper change for the baby,” the mom offers, and, yeah, that’s practical. “Vending machine break for me. Bathroom break for you, probably.”

Oh, that checks out. “Alright!”

The child lock pops, and Dani hops out of the car; she waits, patiently, for the mom to bring out the baby, who looks even more luminous asleep and spitty than when it's awake.

“It slept through a lot of Rock ‘n’ Roll,” Dani admires. The baby gets held to mom’s chest, a blanket wrapped around them both. “That’s cool.”

“He’s heard a lot of Joan Jett since he was born. I’d be shocked if he couldn’t sleep through a hurricane at this point.”

Dani trots after the mom, patient in her wake. They don’t look too much alike, so maybe there are other people wondering if they even know each other at all, or if Dani’s getting kidnapped or traded away for cigarettes. Or probably they just think Dani’s getting babysat, helping watch a baby while the mom ends up driving them over and away from wherever Dani’s landed herself this time.

The diapers the baby uses are a thick, sort of plush material. They look soft. There are little pastel teddy bears on them: one blue, one pink. Dani gets to touch one when the Mom asks her to pull one out of the big blue bag. There are a whole lot crammed in there; they’re packed in so tight that it’s hard to pull one out of the stack without pulling out all the others, but the baby can only wear one diaper at a time!

“Thanks, sweetheart,” the mom says. It’s the nicest anyone’s been to Dani in ages. She’s glad she lived long enough to hear a soft mom call her sweetie and sweetheart for no reason other than being convenient. “You have to go?”

Dani shakes her head. The mom gives her a look. “We’ll be in the state for another hour. You want to try, at least?”

…She hesitates. The baby doesn’t notice, busy playing with its toes as its mom tries to wriggle it back into its butt covering for the sake of covering its butt. She doesn’t usually have bodily functions that actually…function. But the mom lady didn’t know that.

Whatever. She’d play a game of Snake in there. “‘Kay.”

Dani goes into a stall, flicks open her phone, and manages to eat like twenty little pixels before she actually runs into her own little snake body and dies. Ugh. It doesn’t take up too much time— how much time are humans supposed to spend in the bathroom, anyway??— so she fires up a new game and almost gets through it before she hears someone yell. Dani jolts.

The baby starts crying, faint and far away. Dani quickly grabs herself together and puts the phone away. If something’s happening— something happening to the mom and the baby—

Dani dashes out of the bathroom. There’s a guy at the door. There’s a guy holding the baby by the arm so that the baby is dangling and the guy is yelling at the mom who’d driven Dani here, physically pushing her when she tries to get her baby back.

The instinct to hit him is impossible to wrangle. It’s too bad, but Dani has to help the baby and the mom. Hitting him might hurt the baby, if she isn’t careful— doubly true if she uses an ecto-blast.

She goes invisible instead.

Carefully pulling the baby intangibly through the man’s grip is a quiet, tense process. The baby keeps crying and crying and crying, but the more she hides it, the quieter the cries seem.

And then there’s a baby shallowly crying in her arms.

The guy doesn’t even realize, too busy shoving and hitting the mom who’d done nothing wrong. Dani hates this guy. He reminds her of Vlad— too angry that he isn’t getting his way, and never understanding why no one’s obeying him fast enough.

Dani hoists the baby into one arm, mirroring the way the mom had carried it into the rest stop when they first came in. The hold doesn’t feel as secure as Dany thinks it ought to, but it frees up a hand.

Dani grabs the mom’s hand.

The woman disappears into thin air. The guy looks so spooked.

Dani giggles. Either way, it’s super easy and simple to fly the mom and the baby through the bathroom walls, and hiding them in the bathroom cleaner closet seems safer than hiding them in a stall. Dani doesn’t pause when the mom gasps, frightened by the change in scenery; she pops the baby into her arms and disappears back the way she came.

Dani Phantom has a guy to beat up.

There are lots of ways to scare humans, Dani finds; humans are afraid of the dark, and afraid of what they can’t control. They’re afraid of pain, and they’re afraid of loud noises. Humans aren’t afraid of everything all the time, but they can be afraid of more things when they’re combined than when they’re not.

So Dani flexes her aura. The lights flicker in the main room of the rest stop. The man stops, but his hand is still raised.

He looks to see where the baby is, and realizes that he’s empty-handed. The woman is gone.

The lights go out.

Dani loves being seen sometimes. She doesn’t like being bothered, but she loves attention when she knows no one can call the cops on her; so she drips green. She lets herself glow, gloopy and malformed, as she pulls herself through the wall. She turns melty eyes onto the man who took the baby from its mom.

The guy kind of looks like he’s going to piss himself. Good.

Dani starts to fake cry. It starts out as little sniffles— and then moans, and sobs, Dani clawing herself out of the wall until she’s floating, midair, half-formed and wailing. She kind of hopes she looks super spooky, like one of those CGI gross guys from Stranger Things, or that girl who walked down the stairs in a spooky backbend one time.

The guy steps back. Great. Dani inches forwards. The guy steps back again, face pale as a china plate, looking inches from giving up the ghost and bolting off to the parking lot.

Excellent.

Dani takes her hands off of her face to show melting, distorted features. And she screams.

The guy is gone in seconds. He should just be a sprinter instead of bullying moms and their little babies! Dani huffs, hands on her hips. Whatever. As long as he’s gone, he can do whatever he likes.

Dani barely remembers to set her face right before going to get the mom and baby out of the closet. It doesn’t matter how human she looks, though, because when she opens the door back up for them, the mom looks like she’s seen a ghost.

Dani grins, and probably her teeth aren’t showing anything too weird or spooky. “That guy left! Can we go now?”

The mom takes a deep, rattling breath. She does that thing where she touches her forehead, her chest, and then the air above her shoulders. No one’s told Dani what that means so far, but she’s seen it a lot.

“...Sure, sweetheart.”

Dani beams.

They make it to the edge of the state just as the rain starts to pour down. The mom is still looking for Danny by the time Dani points them into a gas station, but Danny’s not here; Dani made him up long enough to get a ride as far as she thought she could get tonight. The mom is still peering through the gloom of the driver’s side window as Dani turns herself transparent and flies out and away.

The mom was nice. The baby was nice. Dani liked this ride.

She walks, intangible, through the rain. The highway is dark, and wet, but Dani’s optimistic; sometimes people feel bad for her, so she gets more rides in a thunderstorm than on a sunny day. After an hour, somewhere on a rural road she’s never seen nor heard of before, Dani sticks her thumb out for a low little car going exactly the speed limit.

The car has a little old couple in the front and passenger seat. They look like grandparents. The grandpa rolls down his window, white eyebrows pushed together. “You need a ride, honey?”

Dani grins.

[canadiankakashi]

Here's a sneak peek at the thing I'm writing

He sighed and fell face first onto the table, he’d left class to talk about student council stuff, not about breaking into an abandoned car sales place.

It's a highschool au babey! Except much worse if it all goes to plan!

[thetimecrystal]

good god i wish i had more energy bc i keep hatching Ideas that i wanna write SO badly

[darubyprincx]

HAPPY JEEKEND (joe hills weekend)

joe hills (any pronouns) has been a member of the hermitcraft server since 2012 and, while having one of the smallest subscriber counts of any of the Hermits, coincidentially happens to be one of the most criminally underrated!

a cool few things that she does:

records all of his episodes live on stream, which usually run daily in the mornings and/or evenings

every $20 he gets goes towards their own necessities and also a facecam expansion!

parents a kid whilst doing hermitcraft full-time

writes poetry and often reads it aloud on stream

did a pinball meetup a few weeks ago and i went there and gave him a fic i wrote about her (with its permission) and xy said it was cool

has written fanfiction about beeself and also the rest of the Hermitcraft server and has done so for about a decade at this point

is right here on Tumblr as @joehills!

won the 2023 MCYTblr Sexyman Tournament

pays every one of her moderators a living wage per hour which you will be hard pressed to find elsewhere online

has a fantastic accent and a very unique way of doing things (often referred to as the Joe Hills Differerence) which is well worth checking out

currently faer in a bit of a rough spot financially so if you want to help zym out, you can donate to her at paypal.me/joehills, patreon.com/joehills, or send a Superchat the next time they're live on YouTube!

as his sister cheerfully proclaims in Redacted Hills Sings Joe Hills, go bingewatch Joe!

(July 29th and 30th are part of the Joe Hills Weekend, in which we as a community take the oppurtunity to help a great person out! It also coincides with the Hermitcraft Stream Weekend, which Joe will be hosting on a stream later.)

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 27

welcome to the twenty-seventh fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. Toaster by @admiralcanthackett

Lance cannot for the life of him think of the word in English. ~ Hunk is used to it, Keith is not and realizes Lance is more capable than he first thought.

polyglot lance loml. there was a point in time when admiralcanthackett (once thenakednymph) when pumped out more voltron fics than i did, and fae were fucking AWESOME at it. i was hooked on faer every word. im pretty sure i bookmarked almost every fic fae wrote!! this one is sweet because its very team as family, and lance appreciative. 

2. Raindrops on roses by @zipadeea

"Lance, you can't just add 'space' to everything, just because we're in, well, space." "Oh c'mon, it works, though! Spaceship, Space Mall, Space Dad-," "What?" "Shiro is our Space Dad, Keith. Obviously. Sheesh, I thought you were smart."

The paladins call Shiro Space Dad. Shiro knows this. Here's four times they say it out loud, and the one time Shiro's finally okay with it.

yall remember how popular baby lance was?? like him getting deaged by a monster ray or whatever?? well i do. there used to be this comic that floated around about it too and it was fucking adorabale. well this one is so fucking cute it makes you yell a little!! the fic is actually focused on shir as a space dad, and his relationships with the paladins, and you can really see this young adult growing into himself via the love he has for the people on his team. i fuckn love this fic

3. Video Chats by @tomminowrites

Not long after leaving to join the Blades, Keith stops by the castleship to catch up with Voltron.The visit was going normally, until the Red paladin lets slip that he's been video calling one of the paladins fairly regularly - unknown to rest of the team.

poor fucking lance 💀 he gets HUMILIATED in this one. his whipped ass gets absolutely dunked on and deservedly so. i literally love them

4. where & how we’ll land by xintong

The first time Keith meets Lance is also the first time they kiss. It all goes downhill for him from there.

i love this one (childhood friends to lovers always Gets to me) but the first meeting has me in tears bc lance’s first appearance was basically just this: 

and that is his character. so it was perfect

5. Something Made, Something Given by @ardett

Shiro notices the bandages on Lance’s fingers.

seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress la -- im going insane but i really do love tailor lance its so important to me. that and shiro & lance fics are always superior

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[lakesbian]

do you have any favorite worm blogs? for any kind of content :)

i wouldn't say i have Favorite worm blogs but in terms of blogs that are more or less always high-quality/noted producers of posts i like:

junebugtwin has really good worm art and, this is crucial, good worm opinions also

delicatestones has consistently good worm essay posts.esteemed alec scholar

taylorhebertstherapist is still reading worm at a snails pace but theres some good art and poasts on there. dont spoiler him though.

shakertwelve largely just posts about faer amy and victoria AU and or amy and victoria in general so thats specific but the posts are good. would recommend backreading the estate tag or checking out the sword and sorcery fic. what if a worm au was good and funny and interesting and relevant to the characters

ewingstan wormnalysis is good. really good at liveblogging and general commentary

[blog redacted for witness protection purposes]

also there are some blogs that post good when they do post but post worm Rarely and thus are not mentioned. and some blogs that post good in some areas but bad in other areas and also thus are not mentioned. and also some blogs that post good that i probably forgot and thus are not mentioned. and also at least one blog i like that probably doesnt want to be put on blast and thus is not mentioned

[reflingthefox]

Since @blueinkscribe finished posting faer Chorus Line fic (check it out!) I'll throw the shitpost for it I've been sitting on for a while.

Enjoy. ^^

[flowerparrish]

Podfic Stats! 2023 was my first real attempt at dedicated tracking.

Some fun ones:

Authors I podded the most were:

@blackkatmagic across 39 podfics

@wanderingjedihistorian across 36 podfics

myself across 17 podfics

@cacodaemonia across 15 podfics

@petrifiedforests across 11 podfics

My most productive months, tracked by posting date (rather than created date), were:

December with 24 hours, 18 minutes, and 44 seconds posted

May with 19 hours, 37 minutes, and 35 seconds posted

August with 10 hours, 38 minutes, and 5 seconds posted

What's fun for me about this is that all 3 of these were events: ITPE posted in December, Voiceteam was all of May, and August was posting for Summer Podfic Swap! I really do thrive on making things for people / in events.

My most posted category was M/M, which is unsurprising, but what DID surprise me is that Gen was very closely in second place. Around mid-year, I entered a really gen-fic focused mood, and I'm impressed with myself that I ended up with 120 Gen podfics (compared to 145 M/M ones).

My longest podfic was a multi-voice at around 10 hours:

Spring in Hell (and everything's blooming) by @blackkatmagic

But my second longest was a solo podfic for ITPE at around 8 hours:

My Heart's Red Muscle by @cacodaemonia

My shortest podfic was also for ITPE, at 50 seconds long

Qualities of Earth by Ferith12 (an ATLA podfic)

Aaaand despite all of this (or perhaps because of it), one of my 2024 goals is to write more, which inevitably means podding less. I also want to work on finishing some of the WIPs I'm carrying into 2024 with me, or at least making progress on some of the longest ones that I know won't be finished any time soon.

However, instead of making Goals that I could miss out on, I had my friends brainstorm a podfic bingo with me, so I can feel accomplished when I hit on some of them by the end of the year, but not feel like I failed if I don't get them all. Some are easy, some are harder, but all of them make me excited for the year to come!

Final thanks to anyone who listened to my pods this year, especially if you commented on them! I look forward to making more, and hearing what other people enjoy about them always makes me more motivated to keep it up!

(Note: this year in review inspired by the one @kbirbpods did, check faer's out if you liked this!)

[lu-twilights-pup]

gender headcanons for the chain?

Okay okay okay so, im either gonna have everything to say or nothing to say-

(I also have to go back and fix some of these in my fic bc i didn’t come up with these headcanons till later)

DISCLAIMERS:

N/a\

Four (He/They):

Four themself is very basic, cis little man just living his cis little life

THE COLORS:

GREEN (he/him) : Also a little cis man, just living his life, never really question much about it, doesn’t plan to

BLUE (he/she/they) : Little genderqueer menace. Will answer to any pronoun any day. Has a lean towards femininity when separated.

RED (he/they/she) : Also a little genderqueer, but doesn’t specifically come out about it, is just started answering to everything

VIOLET (they/them): Its giving nonbinary

Hyrule (he/fae):

Going by fae just feels neat, and makes him feel closer to faes sisters. Only let certain people address him with fae/faer pronouns.

Legend (he/they/she):

This little fucker has been through so many worlds and cultures that in each they feel a different connection to gender that he has basically accumulated into a mess. not really a gender crisis, more like the room is on fire and she is sipping on coffee ignoring everyone.

Sky (he/him):

Very basic in his identity, never really though about it too much, once tried she/they pronouns, wasn’t for him and felt content in his he/him-ness

Time (any and all):

Like legend, he is a cluster fuck of identities and such, only each identity is tied to times, masks, etc. most likely to be called ‘he’ and is fine with that, but wont bat an eye at being called anything else. Very androgynous. Feirce diety will only respond to they, the other transformative masks have their own identities and genders attached to them.

Twilight (he/they):

Got called ‘they’ once as Wolfie bc no one knew if he was a male or female wolf and Sky thought it was rude to keep calling Wolfie an ‘it’, and has been having an identity crisis ever since-

Warriors (he/him):

Also has fluctuated between identities through his time in he army, but didnt find anything that stuck better then he/him. He likes they/them on occasion thought (but only very specific occasions)

Wild (they/he/she) :

An actual cluster fuck, doesn’t really have a concept of gender, its a very loose construct in their Era, and thus runs with anything that he is called, doesn’t really feel a particular attachment to any one or two set. Has no problem just being called ‘Wild’

Wind (he/him):

He's just a lad. Doesnt really care abut it rn.

Just a little lad, little lading. Doesn’t really care, is the ‘toughest man out there’ - Wind

[ranalatus]

In a House, Not a Home

The city of freedom's winds are suffocating

You learned this the hard way, and Diluc and Kaeya had to accept it no matter how much harder it is

spoilers - Diluc and Kaeya Backstories (mostly just Diluc)

genre: angst, platonic

characters: diluc, kaeya, jean, ragnvindr sibling GN!reader, implied venti

warnings: reader gets a few wounds and scrapes but nothing too bad, reader hates mondstadt

notes: hello i'm back and with angst :DD this work is mostly inspired by me scrolling through the platonic genshin x reader tag, but specifically its based off of @kazewhara's diluc and kaeya younger sibling fic autophobia, so inspiration credits to faer!

(sorry if the mention bothers you, and if you feel uncomfortable please tell me so I can remove it!)

The title is derived from the song Brother by Madds Buckley

Mondstadt isn't the same anymore

After that day, after the past few years

You walk through the lonely roads of Mondstadt, once the city you had so much pride for as a child of the Ragnvindr house, now just the source of all your miseries

How long has it been since your brother had come home?

How long has it been since you avoided your adopted brother's gaze?

How long has the air and wind you used to love so much felt like poison in your lungs?

You stop in a secluded corner near the Knights of Favonius headquarters, staring at the training grounds with an empty gaze

In the past, you and your brothers would train there all day. You'd all make bets on who'd win a spar, and you'd laugh as you and Kaeya bantered about who would gain their visions next after Diluc

It was a childhood filled with hope, with love, with family

It was a childhood that seems like but a distant dream in another worldline

Maybe, in that other worldline, you and your brothers are still a trio

Maybe, you still had family, at least

Maybe, you still had freedom

Ever since Diluc's departure, a part of your life became a pre-written destiny. To take over your family's business, to decide what to do with your father's belongings, to be thrust with responsibilities your free-spirited mind was just not ready for

Your life became a novel with chapters among chapters of events that already existed, but still has yet to happen

The city of freedom became the shackles binding you to the suffocating pressure of the world. And eventually, the city you used to love became the city you hated the most

When the fight happened, how many times did you pray to the Anemo archon?

When your father died, when Diluc left, what did the Knights of Favonius do for you and your family?

When the streets of Mondstadt became riddled with rumours and gossip spread like dandelions, didn't the wind only help deliver those words further?

You grew a hatred for everything you've ever loved. You grew a hatred for the winery, a job you never wished to work for. A hatred for the Knights of Favonius, the place where you met all the people you cherished. A hatred for the city you grew up in and the archon you were raised to always believe in

You grew a hatred for your brothers, who threw away years worth of siblinghood and left you all alone in the biting cold of the wind

In a way, you ended up exactly like those brothers you hated the most

And that realization hurts

The tears fall from your eyes faster than you can collect yourself. You hurriedly turn away from the training grounds, pulling your hood further down your face after realizing the wind pushed it back before quickly dashing back to the house you no longer call home

Unaware of the gazes stuck on your retreating figure

Jean sighs at the scene not unfamiliar to her. You often visit during the nighttime, when her workload gets heavy and she has to work overtime. The sight of you only makes her heart heavier. Always, she's wondering how to make things right between you three again, especially as your childhood friend

Her eyes land on the one watching the same scene as her. His expression is just as cold as his vision

Her tongue darts to her lips, trying to find the right words not as the Acting Grandmaster, but as Jean, his childhood friend

“It's not too late to repair your relationship, you know?” Her words don't work

Maybe it's because the childhood Kaeya that Jean knew died during the fight with Diluc

Kaeya stares, and that's all he ever does in that room. He stares at the spot where you cried. He stares at the training ground that held dear memories for the part of him that no longer existed

And he leaves the room without uttering a single word

How cruel of the Acting Grandmaster to summon him there under the pretext of urgent business, only to show him the sight he dreaded to see the most

His hand grazes the cryo vision hanging from his belt. He catches it in his grasp, and clutches it tight

A few days later at the winery, you are doing the exact opposite

The anemo vision that shines on your window ledge is a curse

It's a mockery from the heavens, from the gods who witnessed your life and from those who know you detest everything related to the city of freedom that shackles you

Of course. Right as you decide to run away from everything Mondstadt related, you were blessed by yet another shackle. Another chain with too many locks and too little keys

Is the Anemo archon messing with you? You glare hard at the vision. Then, you pick it up from the window ledge and throw it away as far as you can

No, you will no longer be bound by anything relating to this damned city of freedom. You will no longer be a character of this unhappy novel

You sit on the ledge, grabbing onto the wooden bars of the walls. Then you move your feet until you feel a barrel

While still clutching onto the wooden bars of the outer wall, you carefully climb down the stacked barrels of wine. You wince multiple times at the splinters that enter your hand, but you ignore them for the sake of finally, finally leaving the suffocating winery

Only, you misstep

And you land right on your back, the wind brushing past your figure as you fell, as if the god of freedom himself was laughing at you

“Fuck..” You curse under your breath. The splinters on your hands hurt and— you hurriedly look up —the barrels are falling

You barely manage dodge the avalanche of wine barrels, your heart rate picking up as the sound draws attention from the maids and workers still awake in the dead middle of the night

A corner of the wooden barrel grazes your ankle, but the only thing registering in your mind is that you need to run

And so, that's what you did. For the first time in four years, you devoted yourself to a single action, one that you made yourself

Running for your life

And as you jump over the stone fence, as you hide among the grapevines and run along the path towards the stone gate of Liyue with the wind carding its hands through your hair, you realize

This is freedom

You're hurt with the ache on your back from where you fell earlier, with stinging wounds and scrapes all over your body due to how fast you're running, due to the fact that there are people chasing after you right now and calling out your name for you to come back

You're leaving behind the only world you've ever known

For the first time in four years, you let out a heartfelt laugh. A laugh full of hope, a laugh full of love, the winds carrying your voice seemingly throughout the entirety of Mondstadt

The gleam of an Anemo vision shines in your peripheral vision, and you see a bunch of Cryo slimes bouncing around it

You run straight towards them

“Young liege!” You hear their worried voices. “Please, come back! It's dangerous!”

A smile graces your face and you swore you could feel the wind boosting your tired, aching feet

Nothing has ever felt more in place than the Anemo vision you picked up in your hand, as circling blades of Anemo whirled up on your feet like roller skates

With the servants blocked by the Cryo slimes, and the Anemo roller blades helping you travel across the path, you allowed yourself to be wholly, rightfully free

The tinkling of the wind resounds around you. This time, it seems like the Anemo archon is laughing alongside you

Laughing as you leave behind the people you've known all your life. As you leave behind the Cavalry Captain waiting for you to arrive at your shift at the tavern. As you leave behind the red haired man who disappeared to who knows where for four years, leaving you behind in the suffocating airs of the city of freedom

Their only remaining family remains in that childhood from another worldline and you're alone yet again

But this time you choose to be

And you'll never let another being chain you down ever again

— Usually I don't like outwardly telling the readers what vision they have since I like to keep it pretty open in case one of you wants your own vision, but its necessary for this story, so here!

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

[justjasper]

Merry Christmas @thetartanprelude! We did a couples fic exchange this year (gay), and I wrote about the BAU in faer world setting Beastiary Beas!

Themes: Monster AU, transformation, human/monster society

When We Stop Pretending [M] [1087 words]

The BAU transforms.

Hearts On Fire [E] [1758 words]

Morgan and Reid kind of expected this to happen eventually, but maybe before their transformations.

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You can find more of my fic on my blog tag or Ao3. also on Twitter or Discord (Quan Tea Co & Adoribull Holiday) if you want to hang out!

[cloythedramatic]

Fic idea: Nightmare kidnaps Dream like 2 weeks after he breaks out of stone, already working with Ink, and instead of like being evil or something he takes care of Dream like a child, because last time he was conscious, he was six years old and just going through the most traumatic thing of his life

Nightmare watches as Killer and Dust slaughter the inhabitants of the AU they were currently raiding. Right on time, 1 minute and 25 seconds, or 85 seconds, however you decided to keep track, wait, Ink is late... It takes a full 308 seconds (5 minutes, Nightmare prefers seconds however, they are more precise) for Ink to show up, and they have a child with them. Dream. Dream is with Ink, little six year old Dream is about to fight a group of murderers.

"KILLER, DUST," Nightmare starts to shout, faer tentacles wriggling in agitation. "New objective, capture the child ALIVE and SAFE," fae shouts faer commands. Fae watches as the confused child who currently only knows Spanish is captured, being brought back to faer, screaming and crying. Nightmare picks up Dream, walking through the portal.

"¡Para! ¡Para! ¡Eres malo! ¡¡Ink dijo que eres malvado!! ¡Mataste gente! ¡Yo lo vi! ¡Te vi matar a mis amigos!" (Stop it! Stop it! You're evil! Ink said you're evil!! You killed people! I saw it! I saw you kill my friends!) Nobody understands Dream, except for Nightmare of course. The kid was screaming and shouting in Spanish, desperately kicking faer, but fae never got angry, or irritated, only ever understanding etched on faer face.

Nightmare carried Dream away, down the winding halls, aware of being stalked. "Killer, do not follow me," fae demanded. Killer, albeit reluctantly, backed off. "Está bien hermano mío, te mintieron, pero no es culpa tuya. ¿Qué tal si juegas un rato en mi jardín? Puedes jugar en los árboles y el césped en lugar de tener que pelear, ambos sabemos que no quieres..." (Its ok my brother, you were lied to, but thats not your fault. How about you play in my garden for a while? You can play in the trees and grass instead of having to fight, we both know you dont want to...)

Dream, albeit reluctantly, got down in the garden, feeling the meadowy grass. The grass was long, but couldn't hold its own weight, leaving blades of grass easily a third meter (or a foot), folded over on each other, looking as majestic as the fairytales Nightmare read to him not long ago, atleast in his mind. It has have been five hundred years, but Dream wasn't present for any of it, could he really be anything but a child?

Lemme know if I should continue, maybe I'll make a series on my dreamtale head canon because the og creator (who didn't even make Nightmare) is not a good person, or a good writer tbf

[whyareyouhere66]

Imagine/Fic Links

So I already made a list of all the fandoms/characters i’m gonna write for, but I don’t actually have anywhere with all the fic links, 

So I’m putting them here! Just to make it more organized, y’know?

no idea how often I’ll update it, so if there are some links missing then that’s why

ALSO- make sure to scroll because it is gonna grow a lot and you might miss something you’d like so just bare with me as you scroll through this-

These are the characters/fandoms I write for - link

The Outsiders-

Late Night [Angst, Sodapop and Steve friendship]

Mini Series - Grief: [CW: mentions of major character death (Johnny and Dally), no reader, no ships, implied violence/drinking]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This [Ponyboy Curtis]

Wish You Were Here. [Two-Bit Matthews]

To Where You Are [Sodapop Curtis]

Fire and Rain. [Darrel Curtis]

Let It Be. [Dallas Winston & Johnny Cade]

[Steve Randle in progress]

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How They’d React to Your Friend Flirting With Them [HC] [GN Reader]

Sodapop Curtis -

Started With a Ring   [Male Reader]

Vandalize    [Fem or GN Reader]

Can’t Help Falling In Love  [Male Reader]

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Part 2. [Male Reader]

Showering With Sodapop [HC] [GN Reader- NOT SMUT]

I love you. [Male Reader]

Snowed In. [GN Reader/ Reader using Fae/Faer/Faers pronouns]

Steve Randle

Wrong Direction  [Fem Reader]

Dallas Winston

The One That Got Away   [Fem Reader]

Anxious Reader HC. [Fem Reader]

Showering with Dallas [HC] [GN Reader - Not smut]

Darry Curtis

Coping Mechanism. [GN Reader]

Physical Affection [HC]. [GN Reader]

Let It Snow [GN Reader]

Showering with Darry [HC] [GN Reader- Not smut]

Ponyboy Curtis

Secret. [Fem Reader]

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random Tim and Sylvia thing from when they were kids

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The Mighty Ducks-

The Ducks-

The Ducks in a Haunted House [HC]   [No reader, just an HC]

TV. [GN Reader, no romantic stuff but lots on Adam]

Charlie Conway-

Exile - Part 1   [GN Reader]

Exile - Part 2   [GN Reader]

Kenny Wu -

Homework and Cuddles   [GN reader] 

Dean Portman-

Reunion [Fem Reader]

Reminder: there is much more to come! Y’all should see my drafts-

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MHA -

Lies [Male Reader]

Lies pt 2. [Male Reader]

Too Late [GN Reader] tw! for blood/implied death

Tokoyami-

Nail Polish. [GN Reader]

Mezo Shoji

Dating HCs. [GN Reader]

Pulled Away. [Male Reader]

Neito Monoma

Just Can’t Help Myself. [Fem Reader]

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Haikyuu-

Haikyuu Characters as Quotes From my Life [HC]

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Total Drama Island -

Duncan-

Hanahaki Disease Part 1   [Male Reader]

Hanahaki Disease Part 2   [Male Reader]  WARNING: hanahaki disease (duh)

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Julie and the Phantoms -

Reggie Peters-

See You Again.  [GN Reader]

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The Sandlot -

Benny Rodriguez

Do It Again. [Male Reader]

Visitor. [GN Reader]

Rumors. [GN Reader]

Touch. [Male Reader]

Call Me A Snitch. [GN Reader]

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Newsies -

Spot Conlon-

Idk U Yet [Prologue/Part1]. [GN Reader]

Romantic/Platonic HCs. [GN Reader]

Chubby Reader HCs. [GN Reader]. (I recommend combining this one with the other HCs just for one big thing of Spot HCs)

Jack Kelly-

Love at your Convenience. [GN Reader]

Mike Faist (actor)

Pleasant Distraction. [Fem Reader]

Found Family. [FTM Reader]

His Smile. [Fem Reader]

Racetrack Higgins

Romantic/Platonic HCs. [GN Reader]

Kid Blink

How you met/Asking you out HCs. [GN Reader]

Finch

Rooftop. [GN Reader]

Mush

Thank You. [Fem Reader]

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IT 2017

Henry Bowers-

Untitled Lol. [Male Reader]

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Harry Potter Fandom

Owe It All To You. [GN Reader x !Father Figure! Remus Lupin]

Draco Malfoy -

Perhaps, Perhaps. [Male Reader]

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Marvel

Look What You Made Me Do [Male Stark !Vigilante! Reader]

[Almost] a Loss. [Dad! Loki x !Son!Teen!Reader]

DNA [Dad! Loki x !Son!Villain(?) Reader]

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Outerbanks

JJ Maybank -

You Are Home [Male Reader]

Kook Prince [Male Reader]

Smoked. [Male Reader]

Lonesome [Male Reader]

Safe With Me [Male Reader]

So Say It [Male Reader] Bonus part

His Sweet, Sweet Words. [Male Reader]

Awake With You. [Male Reader]

Kiss It Better [Male Reader]

I’ll try to update this as much as I can, and again I promise there is more to come! My drafts are full rn man soooo-

Feel free to send in a request!!

[professional-termite]

alr heres the masterpost for the pride group that larry will join in my transfem larry au fic im working on. this is probably subject to change but yk

Raissa Narges - AFAB non binary lesbian, she/they, age 38. After moving up to New York to get away from her parents a few weeks ago, she moved in with her online friend Dylan Reinfield and started working at the museum as the new night guard. Because the tablet is gone, she has no idea there was ever any magic there, and uses the job as an excuse to walk through the musuem and go insane because her special interest is in history. She meets Larry when he is standing outside the museum, and brings him in because he decides to lie and say hes never been inside. She ends up getting to be friends with him, and being the one to eventually invite him to the pride group in the first place. Larry/Lily likes to bring her little inventions, and eventually gifts her a custom-built flashlight with a little radio and keyring attached. (they end up dating ofc ❤️❤️)

Dylan Reinfield - Unlabelled AMAB masc person, he/they, 40. Has lived in New York his whole life. Peppy, bubbly, and fun, he works as a hot dog vendor and likes to peddle his wares outside the museum, much to Leslie McPhee's disdain. When Richie McPhee eventually comes down to visit, they hit it off, and Leslie is forced to deal with the fact that Dylan is actually pretty chill. Obviously, they end up dating.

Orianne Perwin - Trans girl, she/her, age 34. Family is from the UK on her dad's side and Honduras on her mom's side. Book obsessed and has a special interest in Warriors Cats. Has a small YouTube channel where she talks about the latest Warriors news and posts theories. Generally, she is very bubbly and happy, and constantly tries to cheer everyone up and make them friends. Currently in a throuple with Sylvestar Perko and Sonam Kruger.

Sylvestar Perko - Trans guy, he/him, age 36. Moved to the US from Canada at the age of 7. His parents are Croatian and Mexican respectively. He loves Wings of Fire and has a special interest in it. He owns a YouTube channel dedicated to his fan art and animations about it. He and Orianne met online through a forum for trans fans of Warriors and WoF. Although neither really knows anything about the others' series, they love infodumping to each other constantly and being infodumped to. He generally is a bit more reserved than Orianne, but once he feels comfortable he will never stop bringing you every single new tidbit or fact he learns. Currently in a throuple with Orianne Perwin and Sonam Kruger.

Sonam Kruger - AMAB genderfluid, pronouns change on a daily basis, age 33. Born and raised in the US, Sonam is a freelance artist and streams his painting process on zer Twitch and YouTube. Xey found faer love of art through many different book series, but right now her main interests are in Wings of Fire and Warriors Cats, which is how e met ehr partners Orianne and Sylvestar. Generally, she is quiet and a lot shyer than his partners, but they both love xem for it. Currently in a throuple with Orianne Perwin and Sylvestar Perko.

Matías Gomez - Trans man, he/him, age 56. Originally an immigrant from Spain, Matías has been struggling with identity his whole life. Originally, he thought he was a lesbian, and even had a long term girlfriend and a daughter, Antonia, with her. However, after joining the pride group, he realised he was trans, and broke up with his girlfriend on friendly terms. Now, he and Antonia live together full time, and he's generally just living his life to its fullest. He's not interested in any relationships; he literally just wants to chill.

Antonia Gomez - Cis bisexual girl, she/her, age 19. Antonia is struggling financially right now. After being kicked out of college due to a legal misunderstanding, and breaking up with her boyfriend after coming out as bisexual to him (he's a biphobic asshole and very punchable), she moved back in with her dad and has been attending a local community college. Generally, she just wants to recover mentally and meet new queer friends like her who will accept and love her.

Essence Martelli - AFAB Non-binary lesbian, she/her, 45. Her parents are both Italian immigrants and moved to the US when they were in their 20's. She works as an accountant, but sells her knitting and baked goods on the side. She and her wife are generally just upstanding members of the community, and sometimes bring their toddler sons, Jason and Alfie, to meetings.

Payton Martelli - Cis lesbian, she/her, 40. Has lived in New York City since she was 4 years old. Works part-time as an engineer, and does animation work on the side when she can. Generally, she's the one who takes care of her and Essence's kids, and she enjoys it greatly. She is also a massive supporter of BLM, and wears a pin with the symbol on it constantly. She LOVES giving hair care tips, and helps Larry/Lily whenever asked. Like, she will drop everything and help her if Lily works up the courage to say "hey, I have no idea what I'm doing."

Misha Holub - AFAB xenogender aroace, ze/zem, 23. Attends the local community college with Antonia, and is currently working towards a masters in English. Ze is from a Ukrainian-American family, and speaks Russian and Ukrainian (although not well). Zey are currently married to and in a QPR with zer best friend, Addison Holub. Zey are generally the one who brings in new books about queerness and the queer identity. Zey absolutely LOVE fantasy novels, and have an entire shelf dedicated to all the series zey have hyperfixated on.

Addison Holub - Cishet asexual guy, he/him, age 25. Graduated from the local community college with a degree in English and a creative writing minor a year ago. Speaks Spanish as a second language. Currently holds the club record for "most pizza eaten in under 20 minutes." Loves food, chilling, and listening to his partner ramble. During most meetings, he finds a way to lay down with his head in Misha's lap. Lives with his partner and his friend Berny because he's very very ADHD and struggles to hold down a job because of it.

Berny Soler - AFAB transmasc sapphic aromantic person, it/they, age 28. Its parents were from Spain and Mexico respectively. It speaks almost entirely Spanish, to many peoples' disdain, but does know how to speak English if it needs to. Generally, it spends most of its time during meetings talking to Antonia and Matías. It likes to discuss food and recipes, and works as a cook. Its favorite foods are usually cakes and pies, and it adores homemade whipped cream. Sometimes it even brings a straight up bowl of it to eat and share with everyone at the meetings.

Harley Morgan - Cis bisexual woman, she/her, age 78. Comes to meetings to keep up with "the youth" and make new friends in the queer community. Despite being older and not always "getting" certain identities, if you misgender any members of her pride group, you will get whacked with her purse. That is a promise. Generally, she's everyones supportive mom/grandma figure, and she's the second person Larry goes to about possibly being trans. She loves everyone a lot, and has a partner she's been married to for 50 years.

Tsering Morgan - AMAB non binary bisexual, they/them, age 80. Immigrated to the US from Tibet when they were 10. They met Harley in grade school, and she was the only one to not make fun of their accent. Although they didn't date until after college, they were always inseperable. They were there for each other when they were discovering their identities, learning what it meant to be queer, and fighting homophobia/transphobia/biphobia. They took on Harley's last name when they got married, not just because they hated the idea of patriarchy, but because they felt it showed how much they loved her. I ❤️ these elder queers. My beloveds.

yeah ik this is a lot but im still tagging you @secretly-larry-daley you cant escape my ocs 👹👹👹

[shakertwelve]

hi, it's clarith! this is my wildbow blog. fae/faer + they/them, 18+ dyke. my icon is this labyrinth art by rililith and my header is this art of my vic aus by noctilia. i do check most new followers and if your blog has terf zionist or thinspo shit on it you will be blocked

#ward lb (chrono) — i read all of ward (completed)

#pact lb (chrono) — i read all of pact (completed)

#worm reread (chrono) — going through worm again

#doodle — once in a blue moon, i draw

#estateposting — tag for my fic i write a fic. i post about it all the time so you should check it out or you may get confused. spoilers in the tag for everything about it