#fic: opening lines

[ash-and-starlight]

The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀

Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.

anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck

(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)

[formosusiniquis]

“This is a song off of an album, anyway,” Jeff trails off, trying to let Eddie start the riff for the next song. But he's not about to let this go unchecked.

“Jeffrey,” he drags out the name into as many syllables as he can manage, giving the end a singsong-y trill. “Jeffrey, did you forget which album the next song is off of?”

Gareth isn't mic'd but Freak is, so he can hear that at least one of them picks up his teasing with an ooooh.

“We don't need to tell them what every album is, they paid good money to see us. Hell, some of them probably saw us when we were debuting it.”

“But you announced the last one,” Freak says.

“An excellent point, Freakazoid.” Eddie agrees, “And he certainly set this one up like he was going to share again, didn't he?”

“He did,” Freak's nod is a little more exaggerated than it needs to be, playing it up for the nosebleed seats in the crowd.

“We've got a set list to get to, these people don't wanna be here all night.” Jeff tries.

“This is a Corroded Coffin crowd, my man, they don't bow to the whims of things like a bedtime.”

“Thank you to everyone who took advantage of the AARP presale,” Gareth adds, the bit has gone on long enough that he's had stage crew bring him a mic.

“Gareth had his knee replaced three months ago and he's here. These old fogies can put up with the show going an extra twenty minutes, while we dig down on this right?”

The crowd cheers, Eddie only waves them on a bit to amp them up. He sends his shit eating-est grin Jeff’s way as they shout.

“See, it's fine. Now, did ye of the memory vitamin supplements forget what album the song was from?” He turns to the audience more directly, “The people want to know!”

“Fine, yes, you've written so many songs about fucking Steve, they've all started to blur together. Does that make you happy?”

“Thrilled,” and he is. It's the best thing he's heard all day, and he gets to be on stage again for three generations of fans. “This next one is off of Hunt the Freaks, and it's actually about him fucking me.”

[b4kuch1n]

making of a feathered thing

[mrsjellymunson]

Knock At The Cabin [Flip Flopped version]

Written for @munson-blurbs and @corroded-hellfire’s excellent Flip Flopped summer writing event, challenging writers to explore what might’ve happened to their story if a plot point had taken a different direction.

WC: ~1k

CW: Not much in this part, but overall the series is 18+ so minors DNI. Post-S4, dark themes, hurt/no comfort, canon-typical distressing images, canon-typical brandishing of weapons but no actual violence, mentions of someone vomiting but it’s not described.

Summary and A/N: Thanks so much to Bug and Red for creating this event! I decided to revisit Knock At The Cabin, and see how Part One might have played out if the gang had a very different reaction to their surprise visitor.

NB: Spoilers below the cut - if you want to catch up on the story before reading this, read the Prologue, the original Part One and Part Two

There, hunched, shivering, soaked and covered in mud, is your friend. The one who’d died saving the town. The one they’d buried only a few days ago, after he’d been lying on a slab in a lab somewhere for weeks.

Eddie.

The increasingly noisy wind blows leaves and rain horizontally across the stoop. Inside the hallway, there’s silence. You all crowd at the door, mouths agape, and initially, none of you move.

You take in your visitor’s appearance. His hair is lank, wet, muddy and full of twigs and leaves. He stands, shoulders sagging, in filthy, soaking clothes, the wet material dragging his frame down further. He’s barefoot, his feet muddy and bloody.

His cheeks are gaunt, his lips grey, not the plush, rosy pink that they once were. He looks thinner than you remember, and his skin was always pale, but it seems lighter now, almost translucent.

Eddie finally lifts his eyes to you all. They’re sunken, red-rimmed, and have lost their usual sparkle.

None of you consider what events or twists of fate might have brought Eddie to you, only caring in this moment that he’s here, standing in front of you. He should be dead, but somehow he's here!

Dustin shoulders his way between you and Steve and takes his first good look at the strange visitor. At first he’s confused, incredulous, but this rapidly gives way to pure terror, as he lets out a high pitched screech over the sound of the rain. He abruptly turns on the spot and runs down the hallway, yelling,

“Zombie? ZOMBIE!”

Robin screams, hands coming to cover her mouth as she backs away from the doorway a couple of paces.

Steve reacts defensively, raising his nail bat as he steps outside, placing himself between Eddie and the party. Lucas takes Steve’s lead and grabs an old walking stick from a stand by the door, moving to join him and brandishing it like a weapon.

Steve yells towards Eddie over the noise of the rain,

“What are you? One of Vecna’s foot soldiers?”

Lucas continues, jabbing the stick at the air in front of him,

“A demon? A lab-grown demogorgon? Get back!”

Will is swaying, rubbing at the nape of his neck. Robin and Jane try to comfort him, the three of them clinging to each other in tears.

You hear quick footsteps behind you and glance back to see Mike rushing to the kitchen, followed by the distinctive sound of someone throwing up.

Steve spreads one arm out and signals for Lucas to get behind him, hustling him back through the opening, slowly retreating as he yells over his shoulder,

“Everyone get inside. Now!”

You watch as Eddie stumbles backwards, eventually stepping off the stoop.

You seem to be the only one who’s concerned rather than terrified. You try to shoulder your way through them all to get outside, see Eddie properly, but the movement of their combined retreating bodies pushes you back into the hallway, and you’re unable to get a proper look at him, let alone go out to him.

As soon as everyone’s inside Steve slams the door, locking and bolting it and scanning for something heavy to brace it with.

Without looking around, he barks,

“Robin, get the satellite phone.”

Robin, wide-eyed, stammers,

“B-but we’re only supposed to use that in an emergency.”

Steve continues, his voice becoming more high-pitched,

“Well, I’d say that someone coming back from the dead qualifies as a fucking emergency, wouldn’t you? Call Owens. Now!”

Everyone scatters into the cabin. Robin tries to find the equipment Owens gave you when you moved here. Will and Jane comfort each other on the sofa and Jane wraps a blanket around her friend's shoulders. Lucas and Steve find bookcases and tables to put against various windows and doors. Dustin sits rocking near the back door, holding his knees to his chest, whilst Mike cleans himself up in the kitchen.

You’re the only one who moves to the living room window to look upon your friend.

He raises his head, initially simply staring at the closed door with a blank, stunned expression.

You place a palm against the glass, feeling like it’ll get you closer to him somehow. It’s enough to draw his attention, and as your eyes connect his brows draw up and you see a look of rejection and fear pass across his features.

You breathe his name quietly against the glass, and it fogs up a little.

His expression briefly turns to sadness, before he drops your gaze and runs a hand down his filthy cheek. Shuffling backwards for a few steps, he turns and shambles off into the rainy night.

He takes a few longer steps before pausing to look over his shoulder at the door again, and that defeated expression turns into a scowl as his brows furrow and his lips slowly curl up into a snarl. The softness in his eyes is completely gone, and is replaced with a steely black glare.

He turns away then, and you see him break into a jog. He’s bouncing his shoulders and flinging his hands out to the sides as if he’s building himself up for something.

He runs so far down the lane he almost reaches the highway. You nearly lose sight of him, and he appears only as a dark silhouette.

Suddenly the shape shortens as he drops to his knees, raising his face to the swirling grey sky and spreading his arms wide as brief flashes of lightning begin to light up the clouds.

The wind buffeting the trees increases, and starts to send larger branches, twigs and more leaves to smack against the roof and windows of the cabin

It’s almost enough to drown out the inhuman bellow Eddie emits.

But you hear it…

If you’d like to read the original series that this comes from, it starts here 😊

Thanks so much for reading!

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[vinelark]

as somebody who isn't a timkon shipper but respects their beliefs, it is so fun watching everybody lose their shit every time you update bbts. you go you funky lil shippers i am studying you like bugs. i would read it myself for the full experience but miscommunication is my arch nemesis and i never win our battles. peace and love though. <3

“as somebody who isn't a timkon shipper but respects their beliefs” has to be one of the funniest phrases that has ever landed in my inbox. thank you for your allyship

[utane]

I’ve been trying to reread fics, but I am so gd tired that I pass out after 15 minutes of opening a fic so I don’t even finish 1 chapter 😭

But I think about them and want to stay awake to read Pharma with Carbide again @shireain

[johaerys-writes]

*sigh* Apparently there's yet another website scraping fics from AO3 for AI, and as if this were not enough, it is also a phishing scam, asking for personal information when authors request their work to be taken off the site. AO3 (once again) have said there's nothing they can do.

I have resisted locking my fics for as long as I could, but every week there seems to be something else trying to scrape fanfics and feed them to AI and it's just surreal at this point. I know it's not a perfect solution but I'll be locking my fics and making them visible only to registered users for the forseeable future. Just a heads up!

[justwhumpythings]

Whump prompt:

"This is a mercy compared to what they would do to you."

[suddencolds]

.~

[skibasyndrome]

1) just learnt about Linkin Park comeback (fuck yeah!!!)

2) 👀 slightly Wille-coded?

[bolithesenate]

not a single day passes where I don't think about the implication of legends(?)-comics jedi master Vima-Da-Boda

she *has* to have been in her prime during the clone wars, which puts her right into the time frame of anakin 'stress ulcer over my secret wife's secret pregnancy' skywalker.

why am i saying this?

because this woman, a jedi master from a *geneological jedi dynasty*, also got pregnant, had a whole daughter and TRAINED HER AS HER OWN PADAWAN (the daughter then wdnt off and fell and got herself killed but thats besides the point)

what i'm saying is that between Vima (and the whole Sunrider Dynasty tbh) and Yula Braylon (who hid her child but Yoda explicitly states that they would have helped her had she told them) and the several other jedi with close family bonds in and outside the order WHY do people keep insisting that the jedi were anti-family hardliners?

the jedi order, at least in legends, has *always* allowed its members to marry and procreate if they choose to. you can even train your own children! it happens all the time!!

ki-adi mundi has five wives and idk how many children, plo koon's niece is a jedi, adi gallia and stass allie are cousins and both became high council members, vima trains her own daughter as her padawan and yula could have announced arath as her kid no problem.

and that is not even going into jedi families in the old/high republic times (remember, the order's most famous grandmaster, nomi sunrider, became a jedi at 30 after her already jedi husband was killed and she too had a daughter which she trained as a padawan)

also, you know, canon is free real estate anyways.

but for those who are so hellbent on saying that the jedi are anti-marriage/family hardliners, no they are not & they never were.

i hope that helps 👍🏼

[corrudaily]

24. got sick. no post today. go read inner void instead

[idliketobeatree]

Crawly, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was an angel, that he was a bit of a bastard, and that he desperately needed to be pinned against the Eastern Gate.

[thus-spoke-lo]

writing warm-up || mihawk x reader cw: nsfw--implied dub-con wc: 660

An enormous gothic castle was the last thing you were expecting to find on this rain-soaked, godforsaken island, an ominous feat of architecture set atop a hillside in the middle of the forest, looming over you like a sinister creature. The second last thing you were expecting to find was that the castle was occupied.

Your widening eyes drifted upwards at the striking man looming in the doorway, his one hand still resting on the door handle, his other holding a glass of what you could only assume was wine aloft. His perfectly sculpted beard accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hollow below his cheekbones, and he seemed to have been poured into his skintight black pants. The ivory shirt that adorned his torso flowed over his alabaster skin like water, the front of the silken shirt almost completely unbuttoned to expose a smooth ripple of muscle beneath bare skin.

Piercing amber eyes settled on your figure as he assessed you from drenched head to waterlogged boots, gently swirling the liquid in his glass as he examined every last bit of your body. His gaze wandered over you in a way that made you feel smaller and smaller with every lurid glance, and an uneasiness started to settle in your bones, making its home beside the chill that was beginning to overtake you.

“Well now, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” he smirked as he sipped at his at wine, interrupting your meandering thoughts. “You’re… wet.”

“So I am,” you chuckled nervously, telling yourself you would deny until your dying breath whether or not it was only the rain that had you feeling damp. You tugged at your soaked shirt, trying to pull it away from your body, suddenly self-conscious about how it clung to your every dip and curve.

His eyes narrowed and you couldn’t help but notice the upturned quirk of his mouth, the beginnings of a grin that he tried to suppress; he stepped back and extended his arm into the space behind him, ushering you inside. “Well you’re in luck that the master of this house is home then, aren’t you?”

Am I? you thought as you slid past him, entering the cavernous foyer and wondering if this would be the first or last mistake you would make this evening.

Before long, you found yourself sitting on a plush couch, your trembling fingers dancing over the blood-red upholstery. You watched as he neatly arranged soaked clothes by the enormous fireplace and tugged at the robe he’d provided you, fiddling with the belt that was threatening to come undone at any moment. The fabric shuddered with every beat of your anxious heart, and you thought perhaps a sip of wine would help quell your nerves, help you back away from the edge of whatever precipice you were on as you found yourself unable to take your eyes off the tall, marble-sculpted man whose name you still didn’t know. You reached over and shakily clutched the half-full carafe; you gasped as the man suddenly appeared before you, coolly snatching the bottle out of your hand and placing it back on the table beside you.

“Hey, what the hell?” You craned your neck to glare up at him, and the growing smirk that stretched across his lips suddenly reminded you of your place in all this—an uninvited guest in his home, your only weapons aboard your wrecked ship that littered the ocean, your quaking body nearly bare before him.

“No alcohol for you.” His voice was low and commanding, yet lacking even an ounce of cruelty behind it.

“Why not?” you murmured, your voice trembling as you tried to subdue a bewildering heat that was burning in your core.

“Because,” he said as he knelt down before you, his large hands reaching for the flimsy ties that held your robe shut, “I want to make sure you remember everything that I’m going to do to you tonight.”

[aintgonnatakethis]

out of context/last line tag

Thank you to @aziz-reads (x) (x) (x) (x) and @the-golden-comet (x) for the tags! 😄

The SGU beach fic is coming along nicely, even with the crash and subsequent loss of a page and half yesterday. When that happens I always feel as if the rewrite isn't as good. 😟 It's my own fault for not using a writing programme with autosave - anyone have any suggestions for something that's free and can be used whilst offline?

His happiness was short-lived however, as David - apparently having spontaneously developed a desire to be murdered in his sleep - flung him over the edge of the rock face and down into the water below.

Tagging: @worlds-tallest-fairy @tragedycoded @septembriseur @wyked-ao3 @wolgerrswraith