#i might reblog with a ficlet later

[youssefguedira]

haven't really had time to write anything in a while but i'd like to get back into it so if anyone's got any prompts they wanna fling my way. go ahead

[navigatorsghost]

Okay so we were all weirded out by that scene in Naruto where Kisame meets Itachi, but it left me wondering - does our dude introduce himself to everyone he meets with Creepy Shark Facts?

And then this happened, because scorpions have interesting childcare habits and why should Kisame get to be the only one with baby-critter trivia to share. Ficsnippet below the cut, set directly following Deidara's Akatsuki recruitment (like, same night two hours later, sort of thing).

(Edited to add: this ficlet has a sequel now btw, check the reblogs!)

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"Did you know," Kisame said, "that sand tiger sharks start out as eggs, but incubate and hatch before birth? But the number of pups is always less than the number of eggs that were fertilized. Can you imagine why that is?"

Deidara chose not to prompt him with a reply, but the older shinobi continued anyway. "Cannibalism. The pups start eating each other within the mother's womb when they hatch. They begin killing their siblings the moment they enter the world, viewing everything they see as nothing more than prey." He smiled, showing off his snaggle teeth.

"Fascinating," Sasori said, in tones that suggested anything but. His beady eyes fixed Kisame with a look so unimpressed it verged on outright disdain. "Did you know that baby scorpions hatch before birth, too? But they're born soft and vulnerable, so until they develop hardened exoskeletons to protect them, the mother collects them up and carries them on her back to keep them safe." His gravelly voice softened a little as he finished speaking.

Deidara looked up at Sasori's crouching bulk beside him where he sat, and shifted a little further away from Kisame and closer to the puppeteer. "I think I like your natural history facts better, Sasori no danna, un."

Kisame only laughed. "Hmph," Sasori commented, but he unobtrusively shuffled closer to Deidara in turn, his long steel tail curling around behind Deidara's back.

Deidara didn't flinch away, despite guessing that Sasori's sting was every bit as lethal as a scorpion's should be. He might not consider himself a baby anything - he was a jōnin, his age notwithstanding - but between a not-so-subtle warning and a quiet counter-offer of backup, he wasn't stupid enough to pick the wrong side.

There was an odd vulnerability hidden in what Sasori had said, though. Kisame's threat felt typical enough for a hardened killer, if weirder than Deidara would've expected to hear in Iwa; but aligning yourself with a creature that needed protection in its weakness and in turn extended protection of its own was a strange look on a missing-nin. Deidara wondered what that said about the man to whom he'd been so arbitrarily handed.

Well, he thought ruefully, it seemed he'd have plenty of time to find out.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Christmas and New Year's Eve 2023 Pt 1: New Bookmarks and WiPs

Happy holidays everyone! Let's get into the holiday spirit with some new Christmas fics I've recently added to my Bookmarks and MFL lists! LOTS of stories, so this list is split up into two lists! PLEASE check out the lists below for past bookmarks and MFLs! If you have a WORK IN PROGRESS that you'd like added to this list, PLEASE add them in the replies/reblogs and I'll add them to subsequent posts of this list!

The second list posting shortly is my MFL list, so if you have a finished fic you'd like me to add to the lists, please add them to the next post!

Thank you so much!! <3 Merry Christmas!!

[PART TWO]

See also:

Christmas Fics (Dec. 2017)

Christmas: Oblivious That One or The Other is In a Relationship

Christmas 2019 Part 1 (All Bookmarks XMas and New Years)

Christmas 2019 Part 2 (Marked for Later)

G / T / K+ Rated Christmas Fics (Dec. 2018) (Updated Dec 2021)

Community Recs: Christmas 2020 (Updated Dec 2021)

Christmas Trees / Decorating

Christmas-Time Love Confessions

New Year’s Fics (Jan 2023)

Christmas 2023 Pt 2: Marked for Later

BOOKMARKS

Santa Knows by Itsallfine (T, 1,719 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Matchmaking, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock and John both get exactly what they want from the Yard's secret Santa exchange. Pure holiday fluff.

The Way to Start the New Year by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 4,251 w., 1 Ch. || New Year's Eve, Fluff, Pining John) – On New Year's Eve, Sherlock drags John to America for a case, much to John's frustration. However, a mistake in booking looks like it might lead to an even worse New Year's Even than John originally thought ... or, maybe it's just what the boys need.

This Year by DiscordantWords (T, 6,283 w., 2 Ch. || TEH Divergence / No Mary, New Year’s Eve, John’s A Mess, Jealous John, Awkward Conversations, Trapped in a Closet, Estranged After Return, John POV, Semi-Reunion, Angry John, First Kiss, Reconciliation, Clueless Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Last year, Sherlock Holmes showed up at the Landmark with a fake moustache and a bad French accent and threw John's entire life into disarray with two words: "Not dead." This year, there are more surprises in store.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all. 

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

Christmas with You by hey_there_buddy (NR, 3,258+ w., 11/? Ch. || WiP || Christmas, Marriage Proposal, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship, Waltzing, Morning Kisses) – Sherlock wants to propose John and he came up with his own idea.

From the First Time That I Saw You by BookGirlWithLove (E, 6,813+ w., 4/16 Ch. || WiP || Actor John AU || Christmas, Meet Cute) – Sherlock Holmes very rarely paid any attention to popular culture. He didn’t listen to the radio or watch telly. He seldom watched films. Unless that film had a certain actor in it. A certain actor who, while he might not be on everyone’s favourite list, was most certainly on Sherlock’s. In fact, he was the only celebrity to ever give Sherlock pause, which said a lot. That actor was John Watson. Who was currently standing in Sherlock’s sitting room, awkwardly holding two bottles of wine.

Christmas in Honeycutt by helloliriels (T, 25,768+ w., 12/16 Ch. || WIP || Christmas in Connecticut AU / WWII AU || Kidnapping, Spies / Secret Agents, Codes & Ciphers, Past Relationships, Developing Relationship, Fake Marriage, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending) – John's publisher asks if his family could entertain a war hero at their idyllic estate in Somerset for Christmas. Only ... John doesn't have a wife ... or a daughter. Or an estate. He has a bedsit. In London. And some wounds of his own to recover from ... but he can't tell his publisher that or he'll get fired … What's a writer to do? Cracking Codes. Super Spies. Sherlock in Disguise. A wild Christmas romance set in the countryside! Just what the doctor ordered! Part 6 of the Liriels Chaptered Fics series

The Prince of Hearts by prettysailorsoldier (M, 46,206+ w., 12/? Ch. || Modern Royalty AU || WiP || Matchmaker Sherlock, Prince John, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Christmas, Fluff) – Sherlock Holmes is making big waves in London as the head of a thriving matchmaking firm, his unconventional approach earning him the title 'The Chemist'. To Sherlock, love is in the data, a collection of variables plugged into equations to calculate the perfect match, but, when the royal family of the small country of Galerre hires him to find a spouse for the crown prince, he will find that some matters of the heart are not so easily solved.

Since First I Saw Your Face by Stavia_Scott_Grayson (M, 398,966+ w., 19/22 Ch. || WiP || ACD Canon / 1884 Victorian AU || Friends to Lovers, Pining, UST/URT, POV Sherlock, Christmas, Developing Relationship, Turkish Baths, Victorian Attitudes, Sussex Holiday, Cocaine, Holmes’ Childhood, Cold Cases, References to Canon) – During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.

[totromanticfool]

Hey, hello & hi! I'm back to make hc request again haha. How do u think would Artem, Vyn and Marius(or just vyn and Artem, doesnt matter) react if their s/o who loves to Draw drew them? Have a good day and thank you!

Thank you for another fun request, JuJu! I am really sorry it took me this long to fullfill it, but I hope you like it nontheless!

This piece had been sitting in my computer half complete for much longer than I would have liked, but it is finally finished! Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works.

Being your muse In these little ficlets, the ToT boys mentioned and you, the reader, are already dating. Enjoy the fluff! Order: Marius – Artem - Vyn 

Marius: When the artist became the muse.  

You met at an art exhibit, so Marius knew you were some kind of artist, like him. 

You put ''art time'' in your routine every so often, just to satisfy those creative urges. 

Marius was the painter and you were the drawer. It made a perfect combo, where Marius created the most stunning paintings from your excellent sketches.  

Both your houses hung full of those paintings. 

There was one thing you wanted to draw more than anything; him. But as an artist himself, you were afraid your sketch would never do him justice, until now. 

You were both in his office, him going over some paperwork and you lazily scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to finish work so you could go to dinner. When you glanced at him, the late afternoon sun glowed around him, softening his features. The artist in you almost jumped out of your chest, a picture perfect.  

Today was as good a day as ever to reveal your need to draw him. You knew Marius kept supplies in his office for the both of you, making art as a calming past time between you. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you tiptoed to the cabinet, carefully opening it. But as perceptive as always, Marius noticed you eyeing the supplies instantly. ''What are you doing, Miss?'' 

His question didn’t stop you from grabbing some lightweight paper and pencils, reclaiming your place at the table before answering. ''Starting my art time.'' You smiled, and you could see his face falter. ''Ah miss, why don't you wait for me to finish this? '' A pout formed on his beautiful face.  

''I don't want to wait. Just continue your work, you will see mine later.'' You showed a mischievous smile. He could only mumble a not fair, before his phone rang, beckoning him back to work. 

After a long silence, both of you focused on your own work, Marius noticed your gaze flickering back and forth between him and your paper. When he was done signing some documents, he patted over to you slowly, not wanting to disturb you. ''Babe, can I see?'' His curiosity made him giddy, almost jumping in his step. 

''Almost.'' You finished a line and looked at your work, judging if it was good enough to show. Before you could decide, Marius was already standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. When you heard a gasp escape his lips, you froze. You were afraid of this; that he wouldn't like it. But you turned around anyway, ready to explain your thoughts.  

Marius looked at you with an unfamiliar spark in his eyes, a big smile adorning his lips. A second of silence later, Marius dared to speak. ''You... you drew... me?'' He stumbled over his words, but admiration flowed from them. Your own smile grew bigger, realising he actually liked the drawing. You held up your sketchbook for him to see what you drew clearly. 

''Yes. You, being at work with that afternoon sun behind you, it was so pretty.'' You explained. Before you could say anything else, Marius wrapped his arms around you for a tight hug. It might have been because he did not want to show his real emotions, but you didn’t mind; it was confirmation enough for you that he loved it. 

~

Artem: A priceless piece of art made his house feel like home. 

Artem never understood art, or the world around it.  

He tried to do his research, like always, but not having the feeling for it made it that much more difficult. 

He learned a lot from you, and he was glad he could understand your thrills and creative moments. 

In time, he started to notice at which moments you were feeling more artsy than others, and he would encourage you to take time to explore those moments. 

The first few times you were at Artem's place for dinner, you would scroll on your phone, sitting at the kitchen table while he cooked the most amazing meals. When you two started getting closer, he noticed your drawing talents, finding books full of sketches around your house. From that moment on you felt comfortable enough to put time in your talent while he used his in the kitchen. 

This evening was no different. The sketchpad Artem bought you last week was laying in front of you, the page blank; there was no inspiration at the moment. When your boyfriend retreated from his home office to start meal preparations, wrapping the adorable apron around his torso, a flash of creativity coursed through you. 

Every so often Artem would look at you over his shoulder, a smile adorning his lips seeing you focused on your art. The whole scene you were in felt very homey, making him blush.  

The colour on his cheeks made your drawing even better; capturing him in his element with crimson adorning his face was wat you were going for. When you added the blush to your sketch, you felt it was done, looking at your model a few times to make sure. 

Artem finished making dinner, turning around from the stove with a pan, ready to put it on the kitchen table. The moment he turned around; he saw a content smile on your face. He put the pan down quickly, and aimed his eyes on you with curiosity. ''I can see you made something you are proud of. Can I look?'' 

Even though you were nervous you might have to show him at first, his gentle voice made it easier. He was genuinely curious, which made your heart jump a bit. You regained yourself and smelled the aromas of his food preparations. ''After your amazing dinner, deal?'' You smiled at him while closing the pad. He nodded. ''Deal.'' 

Once dinner was finished you started to get nervous again. You knew Artem would never judge you on your art, but him being the object of your latest work, you didn't know what that would do to him; he never liked being in the spotlight. To stall your moment of reveal, you started cleaning the table and filling the dishwasher. 

Fortunately for you, your boyfriend knew better than to push you in showing your work, but he needed to let you know it was okay. ''You don't have to show it, you know. I am just glad you found your vibe again.'' He smiled at you.  

He guided you to the couch, gently cradling you in his arms. He turned on the tv and you were both ready to watch some unknown movie while enjoying each other's close company. Half way through the movie not only your nerves but your curiosity spiked; you actually wanted to know what Artem thought of your drawing.  

Not wasting any time, you jumped off the couch and grabbed your pad. When Artem saw what you were going for, he paused the movie; a smile splayed on his lips.  

You returned at his side rather quickly. ''I hope you like it.'' You opened the pad to the correct page and gave it to him. The moment Artem's eyes focused on the paper, his heart grew. It was him in that silly apron, standing by the stove while looking over his shoulder at you. The blush adorning his cheeks made the sketch even more realistic and beautiful.  

The fact you drew him with such care and detail, made him fall for you even more. He put the pad on the coffee table, words lost on him. After a few seconds of silence, in which you started chewing your bottom lip in anxiety, Artem turned to you.  You had no time to react, for he pulled you in his arms tightly.  

''Thank you, I love it.'' He whispered. You found yourself melting in to his embrace, your nerves all but forgotten.  

~

Vyn: His beauty mark never looked so natural. 

Vyn admired certain types of art, especially sculptures.  

He didn't dedicate much time to visit exhibits, but when you came around, he was more than happy to accompany you. 

Whenever Vyn noticed you were in an artsy mood, he would put on classical music.  

He realised very early on in your relationship that the music made you relax, while putting your time and effort in your artwork.  

Sunday afternoons were reserved for leisure. Sitting in the garden sipping tea, or lounging in the living room with a book. It was time for both of you to destress, enjoy time together and energize for the coming week. 

This Sunday Vyn invited you into the garden, a floral tea set ready next to his garden materials. Vyn felt you were in your art mood again, so he made preparations for you to occupy the lounge set while he gave some much needed attention to his flowers.  

 ''My love, I apologise, it seems my flowers need urgent tending. Please forgive me.'' He lowered his head when both of you entered his garden. 

''Don't worry Vyn, I like spending time together, even if it's doing different things.'' Your warm smile made his heart skip a beat. Your ability to see the beauty in his missteps made him let go of his worries once again.  

''Thank you, love. Then please indulge me.'' He motioned to the new sketchbook and pencils, placed neatly on the table. Surprise written on your face, you let out a small gasp. Before you could mutter random words, Vyn speaks. ''I noticed you ran out of paper yesterday, while you were in your art vibe, as you like to call it.'' He took a deep breath before continuing. ''It pained me to see you weren't able to continue, and thus I made it my mission to give you more art time, with the proper tools. ''  

Your voice was barely a whisper, your heart tugged at the utter sweet gesture. ''Thank you, Vyn.'' The only thing you could think of was getting a closer look at your new supplies. After giving Vyn a chaste kiss on his cheek, you bounced up to the table and took a seat behind it. Your eyes were gleaming the moment you ran your fingertips over the book's cover. 

Recovering from your burst of intimacy, Vyn approached you. ''This must mean you like it?'' He asked. Vyn knew you did, but he was always hesitant when it came to your art and your dedication to it. He never wanted to push you, or buy the wrong supplies, you were more than sufficient in that yourself. ''I love it.'' You reply.  

''Then let me leave you to it. '' He smiled, his golden eyes smouldering in the afternoon sun. He returned your kiss with one of his own on your forehead and turned on the remote music box. Notes of Beethoven filled the garden, cascading both of you in the relaxed atmosphere you always find yourself in with this kind of music. 

While Vyn prepared himself with his gloves and other materials, you cautiously opened the sketchbook, deciding on which pencil to use. The truth was, your ‘artsy vibe’ was long gone after last night's running out of paper. You didn't have the heart to tell Vyn, even though you had a feeling he knew already. That man could see right through you, and you expected nothing less from the greatest psychiatrist of Stellis. 

Looking at your boyfriend on his knees next to the blooming rosebushes, your vibe started to return to you. Before this day you never wanted to draw him, your sketch wouldn't be as beautiful as the man himself. But seeing him humbly tending to his precious flowers, your pencil holding hand started gliding over the paper without a second thought. 

The afternoon went by quietly, until the last rays of the sun dimmed and the only light came from the moon. A cold breeze shook you out of your trance, and you decided it was time to go inside and prepare dinner. You notified Vyn, and he agreed.  

''May I see it now?'' Curiosity got the best of him. ''After you wash up.'' you scolded him, and gently pushed him towards the kitchen sink. By the time he cleaned his hands and arms, you placed the book on the table, ready for him to see. When he turned around and gazed at the paper, a version of himself greeted him warmly. 

''It's...'' Vyn rarely found himself lost for words, but the sketch was beyond beautiful. He noted the beauty mark on his collar did not get lost in your observation. The way you portrayed him felt pure and natural; it made him smile tenderly. 

Regaining his composure, he walked over to your side of the table. His arms wrapped around your waist for a tight embrace. ''It is very beautiful. Thank you, my love.''  

I hope you all like it! on to the next ask.

See you in the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

[starry-blue-echoes]

Saw some really fascinating sci-fi horror earlier today (the spacesuit one, I reblogged it a couple times with different commentary) and it has me thinking many Thoughts, some of which are JoJo related because brainrot.

Dio spent a CENTURY in that coffin. No way to track time. No way to know if he'd ever get out, if anyone would ever find him, if one day it'd be opened right to the morning sun. All that time in a space just large enough to lie down in, in complete darkness, no company save for Jonathan's slowly rotting skull. Maybe at first he thought he'd just lay low, but- slowly starvation set in, tracking the time only by the progression of rot on Jonathan's head, even that barely more than a guess, not knowing how the fact that he drained the whole thing of blood in desperation, how being locked under the sea, might change things. Eventually he had to realize he was stuck here for the long haul. Begin to anticipate he might be there forever, or until starvation kills him - if it even can. He doesn't know. He eventually gets desperate enough to try and break out. He's too weakened from starvation to even crack the wood. Helpless and alone. Beginning to even forget what it was like to hear voices other than his own, what it was like to see any light at all, to feel anything save for the few textures of the coffin, his own flesh, his clothes, the smooth bone of Jonathan's skull. The coffin cracks, at some point. A tiny, tiny thing, out of his view, only noticable by the tiniest amount of water trickling in, air slipping out, over years. Over decades. He can't tell the difference anymore. He's convinced he'll be stuck here till the coffin rots.

And then- maybe the pressure of the ocean will have him just as trapped. Maybe the sun will kill him instantly, it will all have been for nothing. Maybe he'll be too weak to move, too deep underwater for the sun to end it, laying on the ocean floor until he finally has not enough strength left to ever wake. He doesn't know. He doesn't know how long it's been. He can't imagine a life outside the coffin anymore. He's trapped. He'll never escape.

And then one day-

he can feel it moving. He almost chalks it up to the final hallucinations of a dying mind, but then-

There is blood. And he feasts.

(he's still half convinced that none of this is real. Still half convinced that these are the dying throes of a ruined mind. Everything feels dizzyingly open. He forces himself back into the coffin every sunrise. Refuses to let his weakness stop him, insisting on proving to himself that he's no longer that scared little boy, tearing open again and again all the wounds that century left on him.

He is a god. He has to be perfect. There's no space for fear.)

....okay that expanded a lot as I was typing I could make a proper ficlet out of that. Might just do so later. I had some other thoughts but completely lost the thread on them whilst writing this and uh. They weren't quite the same tone. May put them in another ask if I remember.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y E S

SMACK DIO UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH THE ANGST BAT

[case-of-traxits]

I feel like writing. I don't know how many people I still have on this, given that I've been pretty much radio silent for a few years now, but uh...

If you want a Shinra or Turk-centric ficlet, drop an ask in my inbox? I want to write something and I'm not sure what.

I'm mostly feeling these characters:

Tseng

Reno

Reeve Tuesti

Rufus Shinra

Sephiroth

Lucrecia Crescent

So send maybe one/two of those (feel free to add other characters, like Rude or Vincent or whoever, but the POV character will probably be one of these) and either a premise or a few keywords and I'll see what I can do? I might reblog some writing ask games later, but for now, let's just see if I get any bites.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

cali!! tomorrow will be a long long day for me, so i trust your judgement with the following question: do you have lol fics recommendations on ao3 🥺? i will take literally anything to read at this point in time ngl

omg of course! although i should warn you that im morr of a short fic guy, so most of these will not be very long

this is a rivelia fic that i love very much. angsty but soooo worth it if thats your thing. i would also recommend other stuff by this author, so definitely check that out (they write mostly about akalynn)

another rivelia fic (im obsessed with them). this one mentions self-harm tho so be careful if thats not something you want to engage with

this one is veeeeery heavy. mention of abuse. is basically a character exploration of arcane viktor and his relationship with singed, that it’s read as a sexually predatory one. i cannot express enough how good this is, but i totally get if thats too heavy (although the subject is very well approached by the author imo)

amaaaaazing cassivir fic. 10/10. character study on cassiopeia’s betrayal

this is a very silly one. plot what plot. but its so well written and the smut is chef’s kiss so if thats your thing and if you can bear with the premise its a combination of incredibly funny and nice porn lol

recently recommended this one to @emluckyowl and she absolutely loved it so might as well throw it in. its a renata/seraphine modern setting sugar baby fic and its so good. i didnt finish it because i just dont have time for it lately but i did very much enjoy the chapters i read. its also fine if age difference makes you uncomfortable, because renata is much older than 23 years old seraphine, but the way it’s written its super instigating. also the exploration of the power imbalance is veeeery good. also i should mention theres some minor jilco which i dont like but thankfully its not very significant

talon katarina character study

silly hero/villain vikjayce + tfgraves fic. definitely check morr stuff by this author, they have tons of vikjayce and tfgraves fics, although i havent read all of them

tfgraves

tah has amaaaazing ficlets and i personally love the mfkatarina + quinnsona ones very much. check their work out

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these are qhat i can think of now going through my bookmarks, but i might add a few extra later. also everyone!! feel free to reblog with your own recs! and ty for trusting me! some of these are very heavy so i dont know if they’ll fit your taste, but i thought it might be good to risk it considering theyre so well-written. wish you the best of luck tomorrow!

[confessions-of-a-bookworm]

Anonymous asked: oh for your ficlets I would love if you wrote one about Susan & Edmund! on how well and easily they get along and understand each other with no words

no pressure though, of course! happy writing either way 🌷

Thank you for the ask and forgive me for taking so long to post this! I hope you enjoy reading :)

(I would really appreciate reblogs)

Warnings: None, but do let me know I should mention something here

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Another bright morning dawned on Narnia as the first sunrays hit the glistening waters of the sea shore and rushed over the marbles of Cair Paravel. Inside its walls, people had already begun working- the stoves in the kitchen had ben lit, the drapes had been opened, maids and servants were devoting their time to maintain the pristine look of the palace. In the sprawling fields, a few soldiers could be seen training with the High King in their midst. Some feet away, in a small, wild garden, the youngest Queen was busy admiring blue star flowers that bloomed at her smile. Three storeys up, curtains were drawn and the windows were opened by a boy in his late teens. King Edmund let sunshine into the palace’s grand library. On the small circular table closest to the window, his older sister lay asleep over a pile of open books.

“Su,” Edmund nudged her gently. “Su, wake up.”

Queen Susan awoke with a start. Taking a deep breath, she brushed hair off her eyes, squinting at the light.

“You fell asleep in the library again. Here, I brought you coffee.” Edmund handed her a mug and joined her at the table.

“Thanks,” she murmured, drawing the blanket on her shoulders closer.

“What was it this time?”

“The world.”

“You have to be more specific.”

“You know how everyone says the world is flat. Do you believe that?”

“It could be true.”

“If that’s true, one might simply fall off the world’s edge. That doesn’t sound right.”

“Unless Aslan’s country is there.”

“Maybe so. But I find it hard to believe. There must be something more to it, a cause, a reason.”

“And you plan on finding it by falling asleep on books?”

“I don’t always fall asleep.”

“But this is hardly the first time.”

Both siblings took a sip from their mugs.

The morning was spent discussing the ramifications of a flat world as opposed to a round one. The pair sat in the library until they were shooed away for talking too much.

A full court convened later that morning in the presence of the four royals. A messenger from Calormen had arrived. Tensions were increasing among the people of the two nations.

Narnia’s general Oreius, the centaur, announced the direness of the situation, “The giants of the north are wreaking havoc on our citizens. If our relations with Calormen are not improved, we face the danger of the two joining forces.”

A silence swept the court as the rulers were deep in thought.

“The giants pose an immediate threat to our people,” King Peter broke the silence. “Prepare the troops, general. I shall not let any more of our citizens be harmed by them.”

“Your Majesty,” spoke a noble, “with all due respect, we cannot face the giants. Their power and stature give them a huge advantage. One of them is worth a hundred of us. If we give in to their demands, they will stop destroying our villages.”

“We can’t accept their demands!” exclaimed Queen Lucy. “They want us to sacrifice ten people every month for their feasts- how is that acceptable?”

“Lucy is right,” spoke the younger King. “It is not a fair deal. Brother, give me your orders and I shall take my troops to the north immediately. I will put an end to this.”

A look of concern passed over the High King’s face. “No,” he said after a moment of consideration. “This is far too dangerous. I shall accompany the troops myself.”

He spoke with such a determined voice that no one dared oppose him. But Susan and Edmund exchanged glances, how did their brother expect them to send him off alone into what could possibly be a suicide mission? As siblings, they couldn’t let him go but as rulers, they understood his duty. They decided to leave that particular conversation for private chambers.

“What must we do about the Calormenes?”

Queen Lucy proposed to invite a delegation from the neighbouring country. “We can appeal to their Prince,” she reasoned.

King Edmund exchanged a look with his older sister. They had talked about Prince Rabadash before, an unpleasant conversation. The look in Susan’s eyes revealed what she wanted to do. Edmund pleaded her to not say it out loud.

“It is not feasible to invite a foreign delegation when a part of our army is away at war,” Orieus voiced his concerns.

An hour passed as the court discussed what could be done. Neither of the two options possible- war or submission- was acceptable. Finally, Queen Susan spoke her mind. “I have a proposal.” King Edmund’s jaw tightened; he knew what was about to come. On seeing the defiant look his sister gave him, he decided not to object.

“Since we cannot invite a Calormene delegation to Narnia, I propose we send a delegation ourselves. I will lead the said delegation. I believe I can convince Prince Rabadash to smoothen things out between our nations.”

A discussion followed in which King Edmund did not participate. Queen Susan presented her plans to the court which finally muttered its approval.

“What do you think, Edmund?” asked the Queen, clearly noticing her brother’s disapproval.

“While I would have preferred any other option had it been available, I suppose this is our best shot. All I ask, Sister, is that you allow me to accompany you as part of the delegation. In the unfortunate case that things don’t go quite as planned, I do not want you to be trapped alone in an enemy country.”

Queen Susan knew that this was the best reaction she could expect and agreed. Plans were finalised for the coming month. The High King chose the troops with whom he would fight the giants, Queen Lucy laid out plans on how to fulfil her siblings’ royal duties while they were away. Queen Susan and King Edmund put together the delegation that would accompany them to Tashban. They did not speak their opinions on the matter, merely discussed the journey that lay ahead.

Three weeks later, they wished High King Peter good luck as they hugged him. May the Great Lion watch over you and bring you safely back to us, they said. That night, King Edmund couldn’t sleep, far too worried about his brother. He wandered about the castle aimlessly till he came across the library doors. The doors were shut but he could see faint candlelight through the slit near the floor. He sighed and gently opened the door, slipping in without making a noise. As expected, Queen Susan sat poring over books at her favourite table.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.

She passed him a grave smile.

“Mind if I join you?”

Queen Susan nodded and cleared some space for him.

They did not talk, but simply sat next to each other as each read their own book.

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[riality-check]

Hi!!

The last three days have been absolutely wild for me. Two of my posts blew the hell up (thank you!!). There’s a lot more people following/interacting with me now, and it made me realize that I want to be more of a person than just a silly little Spider-Man icon on someone’s dash.

That’s a really long way of saying that this is an intro post.

Anyway, I’m Ria, I’m 18, I’ve got an ao3 and a twitter, and I’m here to write fic and have a good time! I’m a fan of lots of things, but right now the Stranger Things brain rot is strong. That might change soon or it might not change for a while. Who knows? Certainly not me. 

I’m attempting to reorganize this whole mess because I realized I don’t tag as often as I should. #ria writes is for my ficlets and other snippets I post here, #ria repeats is for my self reblogs, and #from your fav bi fic writer will probably be for general positivity messages. #ria life is gonna be for personal posts, in the event that I make them, and #ria recommends is for art and fic that I find cool. #i wanna answer shit is for ask games, and #asked and answered is for my responses to those. #save for later is my reference tag for writing and other generally helpful shit.

#smin au is for my latest tumblr fic series, if you want to check that out!

Please don’t expect consistent updates or activity. I’m a full time college student in a STEM major. I have a six hour lab next semester. I probably just failed a midterm. It’s a lot.

Anyway, I hope you all stick around and have fun, because that’s what fandom is for!

[catwings-writes-things]

If you still take questions from the Tree writer ask game: Gingko: What part of your story is the oldest, has stuck around from that original idea?

Paper Birch: Which character has the most layers peeled back?

I am indeed still taking asks! I am always taking asks from any ask game I’ve ever reblogged, by the way. Just tell me which one and preferably include the questions, especially if it’s from a while back. You did this exactly right 💚

Gingko: A World of His Own has actually changed shockingly little from the original idea. From the first “hey, what if” series of texts about the concept I sent to @thethistlegirlwrites, the basic premise and who was involved were set. I had the basic plot sketched out in its entirety within a few days. So to answer this question, I’m going to have to go back to a few days before the actual germ of the idea, when I read this fic by @mikecrewsteacup and started thinking about Mike a lot more than I previously had. One of the things I noticed was that Jude said Mike “hangs around with the Fairchilds sometimes,” so he clearly knows and gets on with them but isn’t one himself, and I started wondering if they hadn’t invited him to join or if they had but he’d declined, and if so why. I did eventually decide it makes total sense with his character that he would prefer to remain as unaffiliated as possible with anything and anyone except the Vast, and especially that he’d be uncomfortable with the idea of a family of any sort, but it led to wondering what, if anything, might have been different if he had been a Fairchild. That led to me thinking more about the Fairchilds in general, which led to me going back over Freefall and wondering who Harriet was (besides the only Fairchild besides Simon we get a name for. We get the names of more Lukases, for crying out loud) and what the deal was with Robert Kelly and Open Skydiving (more on that in chapter 11), and that led to me writing a ficlet where she gets sent to invite Mike to join the Fairchild family a year or two after his Becoming. Even then, when they both suspected that the other might start trying to kill them at any moment, I could tell within a few minutes of them interacting with each other that their dynamic had, pun intended, vast potential. So, probably the oldest part of this story is the relationship between Mike and Harriet. (My interest in Jon and Helen’s dynamic is even older, but the way I think about it has evolved enough over time that I think the above answer still stands.)

Paper Birch: surprising no one, I’m gonna have to say Helen. Not just because she’s been a thousand different people over the past who-knows-how-many centuries, not just because she’s often a mystery even to herself, but because one of the many consequences of the fact that this fic is being told entirely from Jon’s point of view is that what gets conveyed to the readers is limited by what he knows and thinks and believes, and even though Jon is hands-down Helen’s favorite person and (by this point in the story) the person who loves her most, he’s also fundamentally unable to understand her (for practical reasons and for her safety), not to mention just. Kind of shit at actually understanding other people in general. However, he’s also inclined to keep trying to work around that, partly because it’s hard for him to grasp any other way to love someone. He’s definitely getting better at that, but in the meantime, the upshot of all that is that he will keep forming new misconceptions about Helen only slightly more slowly than he learns better. Sooner or later they’ll both realize that that’s not a bad thing, but for now… yeah.

Thank you for the ask, friend! Best!

[irlusa]

Finally an intro post, I guess :v

Anyway, hi!! I'm Corvus!!

He/Him || 24 || Hetalia veteran

I also draw!! My art blog is @corvussei and you can find me anywhere I'm active under that username (mostly insta, but once in a blue moon I post a ficlet to ao3)

I've been in the fandom for 12+ years now! This is my main tumblr where I reblog everything I like- so alongside Hetalia you'll probably see pokemon, genshin, vocaloid, and other random content.

I multiship!! My main ones are Rusame/Amerus (I use/tag as "rusame" as a catchall for their dynamics together), ScotPru (just... just hear me out ok.... i ramble abt it here), Gerita, Fruk, and Usuk, but I certainly don't limit myself to just those. I also like polyam ships!!

I try and tag properly when I can, usually fandom tags and for hetalia charas and ships. Other tags you might see:

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"late night talks" (usually tired or sad brained posts).

I also tag some posts for friends to see 💗

I also rp and am usually open to new partners (18+ only please, 20+ preferred). If you're unsure, just ask :]

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I think that's about it for now, maybe I'll edit or clean this up later :]

[thebiggerbear]

Beau/Cassie Ficlet - 3x07: After Dell

Word Count: 3262

A/N: I wrote this after watching 3x07. The scene where Jenny and Beau go to save Cassie got me, especially after seeing the difference in dialogue and reactions between Jenny and Beau to Dell potentially putting Cassie in danger. Plus, I noticed from the outset that Beau tends to always look to Cassie on a lot of things. In 2x18, when Jenny tells him to go back out and come in right at the bar (and this was before their friendship grew offscreen). In 3x01, when talking about Emily camping with Avery. In 3x02, when Beau is texting Em after finding out about the cold BHK case. In 3x03, confiding to her about Jenny and what was going on with Gigi, not to mention listening to her about giving Emily space. The list could go on and on. It's obvious (and it was played this way by the actors) that Beau trusts Cassie and doesn't put a wall up around her (something we see later on in 3x13 even in comparison to Beau with Jenny, when he was putting up walls all over the place as he was unraveling). While Beau and Cassie never went romantic in the show, there was such fertile ground there for their friendship to grow into something else (plus Jensen and Kylie's amazing chemistry) that gave us fanfiction writers something to work with. So this was the very first thing I wrote for them, taking these characters for a spin, and something I envisioned for them after the scene where Cassie realizes the sketch and the man she saw are one and the same. It might not be the greatest as I was trying to feel these characters and this world out for the first time.

Also, as a side note, it struck me as weird that Beau, who had been extremely worried for Emily back in 3x02, tells Jenny that he should get Emily out of Sunny's camp after realizing there's a serial killer running around that area who may have just broken into Cassie's office and then just...doesn't? Instead of rushing up there or even calling her or Carla or even Avery, he goes with Jenny to talk to Roman Cobb, something that could have waited compared to his daughter's safety. So I threw that in there, too.

Hope this is alright. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

You can also read on AO3

Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated. 😊

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“It’s him,” Cassie confirmed.

Jenny glanced down at the sketch one more time, comparing the two composites. Cassie looked up to find Beau staring back at her but not really seeing her. She knew right then he was thinking about Emily and worrying. She was about to reassure him that Emily would be okay when the man next to him spoke. 

“You’ve seen him?” Dell asked, garnering her attention.

“Yeah.” Cassie took a picture of the newest sketch and then gave it to Jenny when the blonde held her hand out for it. 

“I’m going to get this scanned so we can put an APB out on him,” Jenny explained. “See what shakes loose.” They needed to find this guy; the sooner, the better.

“Great, thanks. I’m going to send this to Denise right now and see what we can come up with on our end.” Jenny nodded and both women turned to walk to their respective destinations: the officers for Jenny and Cassie’s truck for Cassie. 

Cassie hadn’t made it four feet when Beau was suddenly next to her. 

“Hey,” he murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

Beau nodded and lowered his hand, his gaze dropping to the ground.

“Are you?”

His eyes snapped back to hers and after a moment, he licked his lips in that familiar nervous gesture he had. “Yeah. I just keep thinking that I need to pull Emily out of that camp. I know I do and I would’ve already but…” He let out a heavy sigh. “Carla…and Avery… I don’t want to make the wrong move here.” 

Cassie took a step towards him. “Beau.” When his gaze met hers again, she gave it to him straight. “She’s your daughter. They don’t know what we know. If they did, they might have left the campsite already themselves. If you want her out of there, go get her.” He contemplated her words for a moment and then nodded in determination. She took a step back, giving him a soft smile. 

“Alright, Poppernak is working on the sketch,” Jenny informed them, appearing near them and claiming their attention. “I’m thinking we should head up to Sunny’s and start canvassing. We should also get some officers on the road where Cassie saw this guy, patrolling and on the lookout. It hasn’t been that long since she saw him and found the truck. And if he’s resurfaced again after all of this time, he can’t be too far.” She glanced towards Beau, waiting for his agreement to her plan.

Beau cleared his throat. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Okay. Let’s head up to Sunny’s.” She then looked over at Cassie, softening her tone. “If you get any hits, you call me. Don’t go looking for this guy on your own.”

Cassie knew Jenny was still a bit shaken by what happened earlier so she worked to reassure her best friend. “Yeah. Of course. If I find anything, I’ll call.”

“Okay.” Jenny seemed appeased with that and turned to head towards Beau’s car. 

“Actually,” Beau interjected, stopping her progress. “I think we should all head up there together.” 

Jenny turned around in surprise and Cassie’s eyes widened slightly, glancing towards Beau.

“Yeah,” he continued. “Cassie’s been working the case, she knows Sunny and her family, we’ve both been up there before, and she’s met Em and Avery so they know her.” At that last part, Jenny’s gaze snapped over to Cassie quickly before returning to Beau. “I think she should come with.”

Cassie was thrown by this suggestion but she couldn’t really deny that it actually was a great idea. Denise could try to run down more information with the sketches from her computer at home, and Cassie really did want to take another run at Buck and Sunny about the truck. Plus, she also had a sneaking suspicion that Beau wanted her along for support if his increased anxiety was anything to go by. Beau generally spoke with his hands when he wasn’t in cop mode, but there was a slight tremor to his movements that gave away his nervousness that she wasn’t sure if Jenny also picked up on or not. “Yeah, okay.”

Jenny nodded her agreement. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Yeah, about that.” Jenny was stopped again. “I think you should take Pedro.” He tossed her the keys. “And I’ll follow you up there in her truck.”

This time, both women’s eyes widened in shock.

“I’m fine to follow you guys up there,” Cassie insisted.

“I’m not saying you’re not,” Beau assured her.

“We can all go together in your car,” Jenny added. “We don’t need to split up.”

“Actually, we do.” Jenny tilted her head and squinted at him in confusion. He lifted his hands, glancing back and forth between each woman, attempting to explain. Cassie crossed her arms and waited for him to finish. “We’re not just going up there to work the case. I’m also getting Emily out of there. We might need the room if Carla and Avery come along, too.” He dropped his hands and his face darkened. “Though knowing that guy, he’ll most likely try to talk them out of leaving.” He glanced over at Cassie quickly before focusing on Jenny again. “So if Cassie doesn’t mind me borrowing her truck, I think that should be the plan.”

“Okay.” Jenny nodded in understanding. “Then Cassie can ride with me. You take the truck.”

Cassie tensed. Since when did either of her best friends think that she was unable to drive anywhere or that she didn’t have a say in how she got up to Sunny’s campsite or even that she couldn’t speak up for herself? “I’m standing right here, guys. And I’m perfectly capable of driving myself. Why don’t you two go in Beau’s car and I’ll follow you up there?” Beau went to speak when she cut him off. “You can have the truck on the way back and I’ll ride with Jenny then.” His green eyes bore into hers, almost pleadingly, but Cassie refused to give an inch. This whole thing was ridiculous. 

Jenny silently watched their standoff.

Beau’s gaze broke away and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I think we should stick to the original plan. Hoyt, you take my car and we’ll follow you up there.”

“Beau—”

“Cass,” Beau cut her off, his tone now brooking no argument. It was obvious that she was dealing with the sheriff right then. “That’s the plan and we’re sticking to it.”

She glared over at him. “Oh, really?”

He sighed and turned to face her, hands on his hips, indicating he meant business. “I’m not trying to be a hard son of a bitch here. I’m not,” he insisted at her arched brows. “Look, today has been one hell of a day for you. First, your office and Denise. Now this. I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“Seriously?” Beau gave her a look and Cassie scoffed; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now. “I’m fine. Denise was the one who was present for the break-in and that in there,” She pointed back to the shed with her thumb. “I’ve been in way worse situations than that.”

Beau lifted a placating hand. “I know that and that’s not why I’m saying what I’m saying.”

Cassie glanced over at Jenny, expecting her to jump in and give Beau as hard of a time as she planned to; neither of them could stand that macho male bravado crap. But to her surprise, Jenny remained quiet, instead choosing to simply sit on the sidelines and watch. That threw her a little, enough that she didn’t realize Beau had moved closer to her.

“Cass, I’m not saying you can’t handle it,” he murmured. “I just think it’s best that I go with you, that’s all.”   

Cassie’s jaw tightened and she refused to look at him. “I can handle myself just fine, thank you,” she said icily. 

She could see Beau shaking his head out of the corner of her eye, and a moment later, he gave his order. “Hoyt, take Pedro and head up there.” When Cassie went to protest, he spoke again. “We’ll be right behind you.”

Jenny’s eyes snapped to Cassie’s but after a minute, she simply nodded her head and walked away. Cassie could see that Jenny was not happy but she couldn’t be sure if that was due to the situation or…something else.

Instead, she turned her glare onto Beau whose expression softened the moment she did. “Cass, I know what you’re going to say but I’m not—”

“Just so we understand each other, you will never make a decision like that for me, ever again. Are we clear?”

He swallowed compulsively. “Copy that.”

She gave him a nod and walked away, ignoring his calling her name. She got behind the wheel of her truck and started it up, not meeting his irritated gaze when he reluctantly got into the passenger seat. 

“I said I was going to drive,” he bit out. 

“And I said you weren’t going to decide for me. If you’ve got a problem, you can still hitch a ride with Jenny, grab a deputy, or walk up there for all I care.” She went to put the gear into drive when Beau’s hand gently covered hers, stopping her.

“Alright, hold up a sec.” Her jaw tensed but she turned to look at him, causing him to relax slightly and pull his hand back.

She watched him lick his lips again and work up to whatever it was that he was going to say. 

“I’m sorry.”

She sat back in her chair, waiting.

“I’m not trying to decide for you or tell you what to do. I’m not trying to be a sexist ass. I just…” He let out a heavy breath and met her gaze head on. “What happened back there scared the hell out of me,” he admitted.

Cassie’s brows began to furrow. 

“In the shed with Lucan,” he clarified.

Ah, so that was it.

“When Jenny said you had come here and then she couldn’t get a hold of you…” He shook his head, giving her a look as he trailed off.

Understanding dawned on Cassie. It didn’t excuse what just happened but she did understand the motive behind it. 

“He was super close to you, Cass,” he murmured, his gaze landing briefly on the dash in front of him.

She knew where his mind was going, back to that place where memories of his brother and feelings of helplessness and not enough resided. She reached a hand out to cover both of his, forcing him to glance over at her so she could give him a kind smile and he would hear what she was saying. “I’m okay. I had my gun and I had it drawn the second he closed the door. Luckily, Dell didn’t plan to hurt me. And then you and Jenny were there not too long after.”     

“Yeah, but what if—”

“I’m okay,” she repeated. “And like I said, you guys got there quickly.”

Beau contemplated her words and gave a resigned nod. When Cassie went to pull her hand back, he took it into his and gently squeezed. “No more going alone on these types of cases. You take me or Jenny with you, even Pops if you have to, but you always have one of us along.” When he saw her eyes starting to narrow, he softly added, “Please.”

Hearing the pleading in his tone and seeing the pain and worry in his gaze, she bit her lip and whispered, “Okay.” She then leaned forward and moved him into a hug, making him tense for a moment before melting into her embrace. She felt him pulling her into his body a bit more and when he placed his forehead against her shoulder, letting out a huge puff of air, she could feel him relax.

She and Beau were close but they weren’t usually what one would deem as affectionate. He had given her a hug a couple of times when she was talking about the losses she had suffered over the years and she had returned the favor when he talked about his, but that was as far as it went. This…this felt different. While she was attempting to soothe his frayed nerves and it seemed to work, the hug lasted way longer than it should have. And she could have sworn that when he finally let her go that he had placed a gentle peck to the side of her head. And the strangest thing of all is that she found that she really didn’t mind all that much. She could live in this moment for a while, her giving him comfort while taking her own in him at the same time… Yeah, that might not be so bad.

“Thanks, sweetheart” he murmured into her ear with his thick Texan drawl.

Cassie gave him a nod and a thin-lipped smile before facing forward in her seat and starting up her truck. 

Most of the ride up to Sunny’s had been silent, absent of their usual bantering, and that bothered her a bit. She had expected that Beau would be somewhat quiet since he was most likely focused on the task ahead of them but she had thought there would be some chatter. He always insisted on going into anything related to the job with clean thoughts, something that Cassie could absolutely get behind, but Beau tended to talk more when he was anxious or worried. Yet he seemed to need the quiet to steady his nerves so she gave him that space. The downside was that it also left her to her own thoughts and they were nothing more than a huge swirl of chaos.

She thought back to Cody and all of the time she had spent with him, how their partnership and friendship had eventually evolved into something more. She didn’t like to think about it too often; Cody’s loss was still fresh two years later and she didn’t like to remember back to a time where she and Jenny were at odds. Each time she did, she could swear her lip still stung despite the cut there being healed a long time ago, reminding her all too well of a pain of a different kind. Cassie never wanted to be on the opposite side of a line from Jenny ever again. 

But the truth was she did have feelings for Cody, and when Jenny had said she and the former were done, which had been echoed by the man himself before he had kissed her, she decided to give in to them. She had taught him how to rope, they would go riding together, and she even had sang for him that one night Cody had built a fire outside his place. If Cody were alive now, she wasn’t sure exactly where they’d be. He hadn’t been happy when she broke it off between them after Jenny’s reaction to their developing relationship, but Jenny had admitted after one too many shots of tequila last year that she and Cody had slept together the night he went missing. And the only reason she admitted it is because Cassie had always suspected that was the case when Jenny mentioned that other than Legarski, she was the last person to see Cody alive. 

She hadn’t quite known what to think or feel after that confession. While her instincts had proven right, it still had come as a surprise in the form of a punch to the gut. In a way, she realized she had no right to be upset: Cody and Jenny were still married after all. Plus, she had broken things off between them before that, Cody was dead so it didn’t matter in the long run, and she and Jenny were now closer than ever after healing that rift in their friendship, even becoming partners. But on the other hand, it did hurt. When Jenny had asked her if Cody was in love with her, she hadn’t known what to say so she told the truth: she didn’t know. She hadn’t even known what to tell her dad when he asked her about it. But she now realized, she did love him and while their time had been short, it still meant something to her.

And then she thought of Mark. The US marshall who came out of nowhere, literally, and attempted to sweep her off her feet. While she liked him and he was indeed good for her, she hadn’t gotten the same feeling she had with Cody or Andrew. He had tried his best to be there for her, to give her whatever she needed, but in the end, it just didn’t work between them. He hadn’t been surprised when she broke it off and told him they were better as friends, and she hadn’t been all that surprised herself when hearing from Denise a few weeks later that he and Jerrie were suddenly an item. She was happy for them but also partly relieved; Mark was a good man and he deserved everything, something Jerrie could give him that Cassie herself just wasn’t able to.

And now there was Cormac. Cormac… There was something about him that had her unwilling to throw herself headfirst into whatever they were building just yet. She liked him well enough. He made her smile, he was very easy on the eyes, and he seemed like the perfect mix of laidback and adventurous. But the familial tie to Sunny and Buck — something just didn’t sit right with her about it all. Something about it all felt…off. Which was a shame because she liked him but she just couldn’t shake that feeling.

Now, with Beau sitting here right now next to her, his hands fidgeting and betraying his nerves, it felt more natural than anything for her to simply reach over and take his hand in hers, her thumb tenderly stroking his skin. “It’s going to be okay,” she reassured instinctively. “You’re going to get Em out of that camp and we’re going to figure this out.”

He gave her a soft smile, a mixture of relief and gratitude lining his expression, and squeezed her hand. “I know,” he agreed. “Just do me one favor, though.” 

She turned to look at him, waiting.

“You stay close.” His look was filled with meaning, his eyes letting her know he was deadly serious. “No going anywhere on your own. You had two close calls today. No need to go chasing down a third.”

Cassie pressed her lips together and nodded her agreement before turning back to the road. Had this been any other time she would have asserted once again that she knew how to take care of herself, but given how tightly Beau held onto her hand until he squeezed one more time and then released her, there was no need to. He knew she did; that wasn’t what this really was about. And what it was really about, the depth of his worry and his concern for her almost rivaling Jenny’s when he yelled for Dell to back away from her earlier, the fear he’d admitted mere minutes ago — that wasn’t something Cassie was ready or even willing to look at too closely right then. She’d sit with it later when she had time to herself but right now, they had a killer to find.

[demonslayedher]

Have you ever considered putting the one shots or au or ficlets you write on, like ao3 as proper fanfics or something? You are a great writer and I think people would love them.

I, like most writers, am but a squishy pile of goo always in need of validating comments such as this, or else I shall vaporize. Thank you for allowing me to retain physical form for another day, it is appreciated.

I have thought about putting some of them over there, especially the Shinobu Lives/Yushiro Dies (and that ending was beautiful) one because I was so satisfied with that, or the Pillars Have Bittersweet Encounters With Younger Selves one (there's no way to go wrong with a prompt like that that). Although I did answer an Ask one time with a full One Shot posted on AO3, there are two main reasons I haven't posted my Tumblr writings elsewhere: 1. I think it makes more sense within the context of an Ask as a framing device for what the writing was, it shows what the prompt was and how I worked with it, among readers who are familiar with how Tumblr works and might already be familiar with me as a meta writer (or crack fanartist) to better appreciate the angle I'm approaching it from. (Of course, reblogs beyond my sphere are always welcome.) I try to present each of my AO3 fics as something that might be the only exposure or context someone has to my work. 2. I am the kind of serious fanfic writer who tends to not start posting until the whole fic is drafted, so that I can maintain consistent updates and delivered a full story. The writings which only get posted to Tumblr are super messy, which I think works perfectly well for my Tumblr post style that goes all over the place, but I prefer to keep it separate from the more consistent approaches I take on my AO3 fics. With many of the AUs, I only write as much as would be headcanon, or jump around to only the parts I feel like, and it's also common for me to add more to them days or months later as I get more ideas. Rather, I'd be embarrassed if a lot of those crack AUs or unfinished-because-I-scared-myself ficlets were the only exposure to my work anyone ever had.

That said, I've written, uh... a lot. Since I wish I could organize my AO3 page to prioritize my best/favorite fics instead going in order of most recent update, I have played with the idea of writing my own fic link compilation, but I've got enough AUs that I should probably compile those too, huh? How many Demon Sibling AUs have I even done by now? How would I even categorize something as cracky as the Smol Mitsuri AU?? Most, but certainly not all are in the KnY Fix It AU tag, and I'm laughing at how long this tag is... that's not... that's not even all my AUs......

[dragonmuse]

I posted 1,731 times in 2022

That's 1,657 more posts than 2021!

1,000 posts created (58%)

731 posts reblogged (42%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lostanxiousfool

@forpiratereasons

@dragonmuse

@brigdh

@whose-modern-au-is-this

I tagged 1,291 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#ofmd fanart - 397 posts

#leda house and the kraken verse - 371 posts

#ask answered - 253 posts

#leda house and the kraken verse - 247 posts

#ficlet - 156 posts

#izzy hands - 133 posts

#lucius black - 90 posts

#goblin king and the pup - 75 posts

#eddy teach bonnet - 57 posts

#ofmd - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#doug and ed constantly showing up for dates at the same time and actually just become friends because they spend so much time waiting

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@greenapricot and@thehobbitbadgerasked for resolution on Alma’s favor in the last bit of 'wake myself in the shadows'. There are some CWS for this one which are also spoilers, so they're in the tags, scroll to view them first if you have any concerns. Not out to jump scare anyone!

Alma: I need that ride. 

Izzy: when? 

Alma: Tuesday at 2pm 

Izzy: where am I picking you up? 

Alma: I’ll come to you.

She arrived in sweatpants and a sweatshirt that had a Southern State logo crumbling off it. No makeup. Instead of her usual little purse, she carried a tote bag. It was deeply disconcerting.

Izzy, as promised, did not ask. 

“Want anything before we go?”

“No. I’ve got the address.” 

In the car, she plugged her phone in, put her GPS on the screen then started a throbbing playlist that drowned out all possible conversation. Izzy followed the directions and kept his eyes on the road. A half hour later, he made the final turn and she abruptly stopped the music.

“I might be there a while. You can drop me off. I’ll text when I’m ready.” 

“Fuck that,” he found a parking spot. “I’ll wait with you.”

“No, I…” Alma looked at the unassuming office building. “I can do it on my own.”

“So fucking what? You think they’re handing out medals for that?”

“But-“ she started then stopped. “Okay. Yeah. I’m…I’m maybe a little freaked out.” 

“Let’s go then.” 

Inside it was just a very practical doctor’s office. Everything in shades of brown and tan. Alma gave her information at the desk then came to sit next to him in the waiting area. 

“I won’t tell him,” Izzy told her, flipping through a magazine he wasn’t reading. 

“I might,” she rested her head in his shoulder, “but not today.” 

They had to wait a long time. Alma took his magazine and Izzy did Sudoku on his phone until her name was called. She got to her feet, squared her shoulders and disappeared through a door. 

Izzy was good at waiting. He took slow even breaths and let teh time wash over him.

Not even forty-five minutes later, she shuffled back out, looking even paler than usual. 

“Done?”

“Done,” she gave him a slight smile. “Get me out of here, it smells like a canister of cheap air freshener came all over a bottle of antiseptic.”

“Vivid and fucking accurate. Let’s go.” 

She didn’t punch the music this time, even let him use his own phone. 

“I thought I might be upset,” she said, settling into the seat. “But I am so goddamn relieved, I could cry.” 

“Not surprised. If you didn’t want it.”

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64 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#4

Whats the bravest thing lucius has gotten into izzys closest and that he’s actually worn

(I started so many racy ideas here then realized that none of that would get to Izzy more than this) 

He was folding his laundry when he found it. Lucius liked to do that sometimes, stuff something unexpected into the hamper for Izzy to find later like a particularly devious squirrel. There had been some wild shit, including a pair of underwear that Izzy still couldn’t look at unless he wanted to throw off his whole morning schedule. 

This was something else. It was simple enough. Just a black tank top, the kind he wore to go to the gym or run. Except on the chest where a small embroidered logo might go, there was a rainbow. A flag. 

Izzy sat down hard on the bed, holding it in his hands. It wasn’t ostentatious. It was as subtle as a vibrant rainbow could be. But it was saying something. It was announcing something. He rubbed the material between his fingers. It was soft, probably comfortable.  

He folded it and set it on top of his other workout clothes, then pressed the entire pile into a drawer and closed it firmly. Unfortunately, that didn’t close off the thought of it. 

Could he just do that?  

Lucius would. Lucius wore his sexuality like a badge of pride. He dared people to make something of it. It was bravery that Izzy had learned to respect and now, to envy. Before he’d lost Eddy, before his world had shifted so hard on its axis that he no longer recognized it, Izzy had thought he was brave. 

Now he suspected he’d just been a bit dead inside. 

Lucius didn’t bring up the tank top next time he was over. Most of the time he liked to cajole Izzy into his choices, or outright order him which only made it better, but there was a silent agreement that this could not be one of those times. 

There had to just be a day. An ordinary enough day when he was going to the gym and then the grocery store. Nowhere he’d ever felt uncomfortable. It was hot which helped. The kind of summer day when you knew it was going to be boiling by noon just from the heave of the air conditioner. 

He pulled it on and gave his reflection a quick look. He hadn’t changed. It was only a tiny blotch of color.  

The gym was just down the street. He preferred to get his miles in at home, but he didn’t have room for an entire weight setup, so a few times a week he burned an hour or two there. He’d gotten a little lax for awhile, but now there was Jim to keep up with. Not to mention the way Lucius showed his appreciation for a little hard work. 

There was barely anyone out yet, and he walked into the gym without seeing another person. Inside, it was fairly quiet, too early on a weekend day to be crowded. He got in most of his lifting with only a few other familiar faces around him. None of them paid him any mind, too focused on their own workout. 

Just when he was on his last rep on the leg press, Probably A Fucking Cop walked by. Izzy had noticed him enough to mentally tag him. He was closer to Izzy’s age, steel gray hair cut short in a way that screamed law enforcement. They were often here at the same time, but Izzy never talked to anyone and Probably A Fucking Cop didn’t either. 

Except today as he went to pass by, he slowed down. His eyes flicked to the shirt and then, to Izzy’s intense shock, Probably A Fucking Cop checked him out. It wasn’t even subtle, the dragging gaze and the speculative look. 

Their eyes met and Probably A Fucking Cop’s head tilted ever so slightly. The least possible effort into invitation. 

Izzy did fifteen more reps, eyes glued to the tips of his sneakers until he was absolutely positive the guy had moved the fuck on. Jesus fucking fuck. 

“What the fuck do I do with that?” Izzy demanded when he explained the whole thing to Lucius. They were in the bathroom, Lucius showering off the workday. Izzy had just followed him in to rant and Lucius had let him, closing the curtain between them with a wink. 

“You know what I’d do with it,” Lucius laughed. 

“Yeah, I’m not fucking a cop in a public changing room,” Izzy rolled his eyes. 

“Which is why I have more fun than you,” Lucius teased. They both knew that Izzy’s traitorously loyal heart could not deal with fucking someone else, no matter how much else he'd changed. “But Iz, it’s okay just to take it as a compliment and move on.” 

“I’ve never been made like that,” he admitted. 

“I bet you have.” The curtain rustled, Lucius reaching for the soap. “And you just didn’t know it.” 

“How?” he frowned. “I get why it happened wearing that thing but-” 

“I’ve watched it happen to you,” Lucius cut him off. 

“So people just know?”  What a fucking disturbing thought. 

“It’s not like you wear a neon sign or anything. Some people can just sort of tell by the way you look at them or the vibe.” 

“Are you saying people are hitting on me and I don’t fucking notice?”  

“Yeah, goblin,” Lucius was clearly tickled by the idea. “That guy at the camera shop that you always talk about lenses with. Allen?” 

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67 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

76 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#2

...this one is long y'all. It's going to go straight to an AO3 posting, I think and it'll get it's own story because even if no one ever asks about it on it's own, I think it's got the gams to stand alone.

WHO KNEW?!

86 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm just saying, what's the point of writing fanfic at all if it doesn't make me laugh at all my own jokes, then cackle like a supervillain at at all the delicious feelings I'm cooking?

146 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[hexensprompts]

Weekly Prompts: May 1-7

Goal is to pick two of the dialogue prompts below and create a work or two containing them in the day. Might be scenes, might be drabbles, a ficlet, chapter, one-shot, original pieces of work, or simply writing practice. Here are this weeks 14 dialogue selections.

"In about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"Don't lie to me."

"I don't think it's safe for me to be around you."

"Let me see that."

"It's not safe for people to see us together."

"Two years later and you haven't changed."

"I don't think we're supposed to be in here."

"Be nice to me, it's my birthday."

"I just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"I feel like I can't tell you anything."

"You can't get rid of me that easy."

"I wish I could hate you."

"Where are you going to go?"

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

Good luck and happy writing. Please consider reblogging or tagging me in your works so I can have a chance to read them. I'd love to cheer you on and see what you come up with.

[the-lady-amphitrite]

— AMPHI’S  PINNED POST

Last updated: 23rd August, 2023

read my stuff on ao3 | masterlist

call me amphi! i’m in my mid-20s and use they/she pronouns. i write often, read a lot of marvel comics and various wiki pages, and have a deep love for lore building.

i have a taglist for my fics; you can send in an ask, leave a comment, or fill out this google form asking to be added to a series of works. requests to be added to my taglist without specifying which work will be added to my general Loki taglist.

all the fics i read get reblogged to my sideblog @amphi-reads​​! everything is tagged for my own organisation in case i want to go back and find something later, but please mind author notes and such for pieces if you scroll around xx

— Where do you post your fics?

i'll only be posting my writings here on tumblr (the-lady-amphitrite) and on ao3 (the_lady_amphitrite).

i dont understand wattpad and i don’t ever intend to; ff.net and i are old enemies.

— Do you take requests?

at this time, requests are open only for OFAOI related items.

this basically means if i mention something in the chapters that you would like to see expanded upon, ask me about it! i might write anything from a ficlet to a full one-shot about it, or i might just info dump my ideas about it when answering your ask.

— What do you write?

i write kind of whatever’s on my mind! stories are my creative outlet for the jumble of thoughts in my head. some are spawned out of me slowly turning words over in my brain, and some just break my window with a brick.

currently i’m actively writing a soulmates AU series called Of Fire and Of Ice, which has a lot of original lore and mythology. the AU also draws inspiration at times from norse mythology, marvel/mcu norse lore, and marvel comics. it contains platonic and romantic soulmates, and is basically my own love letter to the AU because it’s my favourite of all AUs. it also has lots and lots of dragons, because i love dragons.

i also have a few other AU ideas for Loki outside of OFAOI that i’m chipping away at slowly, so expect to see those popping up eventually here!