#it is written with a t but i am going to keep that tag anyway

[mcdynamite]

mcdynamite's (mc)masterlist

Hello! I finally made a masterlist! This includes the stories I've written both here on Tumblr and on AO3 to make things easier to find. You'll find all of my Steddie and Wolfstar fics listed below, and I will be updating this list as I continue to post more.

Author's favorites are noted with a little 🌟 emoji!

All of the writing I post on here will also be tagged with "#mcdynamite writes" if you want to search for it that way.

(Note: Since I am not currently planning on continuing to write Drarry, my fics for that ship are not on this list, but they are still up on my AO3 account! You can find them here.)

Stranger Things

Steddie

AO3 Fics: 🌟 Made It This Far (T) - 13k

It’s not ideal, keeping these recurrent headaches a secret from all of his friends, and sure, Steve's had his fair share of days where he’s been forced to just work through the pain, but he’s making it work. He’s managing. He’s fine. In which Steve Harrington is determined to suffer his migraines in silence, alone, and Eddie Munson is determined not to let him. Major tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sickfic (sort of), Steve Harrington Gets Migraines Warning(s): past head trauma, Steve's shitty parents

Tumblr Blurbs: Physically affectionate Eddie (tags: getting together, cuddles, first kiss)

Nancy gives Steve a lil nudge (tags: platonic Stancy, pining Steve, getting together, side Ronance)

🌟 Hawkins assistant basketball coach Steve (tags: pining Eddie, Steve being a hot jock, Eddie being horny for jock-mode Steve, getting together)

First "I love you" (tags: established relationship, soft Steddie, cuddles)

🌟 Demisexual Steve (tags: demisexuality, supportive Eddie, soft Steddie; CWs for discussions of sexuality and references to Steve's past sexual relationships)

Sleepy Steve x Bartender Eddie (tags: established relationship, extremely soft, Eddie being a sweetheart, Steve being a needy dork)

Harry Potter

Wolfstar

AO3 Fics: The Scientific Method (E) - 62k

Remus Lupin has been in love with Sirius Black for ages, so when an unexpected opportunity arises for him to have everything he's been dreaming of, he can't possibly say no (even if it's only for one night). After all, it's just an experiment. Nothing really needs to change. Right? In which Remus and Sirius are tragically terrible communicators, Peter just wants to help, and James is forced to reconcile with the fact that his friends may truly be idiots. Major tags: Hogwarts Seventh Year, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Sexual Content Warning(s): Sirius's shitty parents, canon-typical werewolf injuries

Until We're Grey and Old (M) - 4.7k

“What on earth are you doing?” Remus asked, a fond, confused smile on his lips. “We’re going outside,” Sirius replied simply, grinning and tugging on Remus’s hand. Remus just laughed, but allowed Sirius to pull him outside and into the rain anyway. “But it’s the middle of the night! And it’s pouring!” he protested with a grin, looking up to the sky as both of them began to feel cool droplets of rain against their skin. It was already soaking through the fabric of Remus’s t-shirt. “I know!” OR Remus has a bad night, and Sirius is determined to turn it around by showing him exactly how loved he is. Major tags: Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Sexual Content, Fluff Warning(s): N/A

🌟 As the Moon Knows the Stars (T) - 48k

On the day Sirius Black turned seventeen, he had his soulmark removed in order to protect the soulmate he'd never met from the wrath of his own family. In the eight years since, he's managed to make his peace with living the rest of his life without falling in love. Though he mourns his lost soulmate every day, he's confident he made the right choice to protect them, and no one has ever made him question that. Until, of course, Lily Evans brings her childhood friend along for a pub night, and Sirius finds himself utterly enamored with the kind, mysterious stranger. But Remus Lupin surely has a soulmate of his own waiting out there somewhere, and Sirius won't let himself get in the way of that. He just wishes Remus weren't so damn easy to love. Major tags: Soulmates AU, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Slow Burn, Remus Never Went to Hogwarts, Neurodivergent Sirius Warning(s): implied/referenced abuse and homophobia (all takes place in the past and is limited to Sirius's shitty parents)

🌟 Hold Back the River (T) - 3.3k

“There are nights where I don’t really dream, or at least, not that I remember, you know?” Sirius continues. “But I can’t remember the last time I dreamt about something that was good. Something that made me happy.” Remus’s heart beats unsteadily in his chest, because this, strangely enough, is not something he can relate to. Remus does have good dreams, on occasion, and a great many of them feature the boy with whom he is currently sharing a couch. He’s done his best to shove them to the back of his mind, whenever he wakes up from them. He relegates them to that ever-expanding box of Sirius-related memories that would be better off forgotten and moves on, only now… Sirius is right beside him, prodding at the box with long, aristocratic fingers, and Remus can feel the lid beginning to slip. Major tags: Post Prank, Hurt/Comfort, Late Night Conversations, Forgiveness, First Kiss Warning(s): dealing with the aftermath of The Prank, mentions of Sirius's shitty parents

(everybody here was) someone else before (M) - 13k

“No?” the man said. “And where might this dashing fellow countryman of mine be?” “Right here, actually,” Remus said with a lopsided grin, finally turning to face the newcomer. “I’m Re-” He stopped halfway through his introduction to gape at the man in front of him. His pale skin was littered with tattoos – most of them black as his hair, which fell in waves that just barely touched his slim shoulders – and the grey v-neck tee he wore left little of his toned figure to the imagination. But none of these things were the primary focus of Remus’s attention. That honour would go to the man’s eyes – grey and sparkling with the vivacity of a summer storm, flecked with golds and blues if one only looked closely enough. They were eyes Remus would recognize anywhere. Because Remus had seen them before. OR A chance meeting in Remus's least favorite city on Earth forces him to reckon with the fact that he may never have fallen out of love with an old friend. Major tags: Muggle AU, Childhood Friends Reconnecting, Sexual Tension/Content, Idiots in Love Warning(s): Sirius's shitty parents, mentioned Jegulus

[thelunaticghost]

xvn fic recs !!

i have been meaning to do this for a while : mostly because fic recs are fun to compile and also thee seems to be a BIG shortage of any fic rec posts!! so here are some fics i have enjoyed over the years!! ofc this list is non exhaustive please note the ratings of each fic and heed the tags before reading! sorry, that i am putting in the shorter summary

anyway!! feel free to put in more fic recs too!! :D

End OTW Racism | over the edge of all our knowings by merthurlin [ G, 10,146 words , 1/1 ]

Years down the line, after the whole business with Lumine and her brother has been concluded, Venti decides to go on a world tour. He sends Xiao letters.

merthurlin got me into xiaoven so ofc my list starts with her fic! this is just so so sweet and even if its not necessarily fluffy there is a warmth to the writing it is a comfort read for me! i recommend every work by her (regardless of fandom). though in xvn End OTW racism | never dreamed of nobody like you is another excellent fic!

nocturne by yanrans [ T, 34,540 words, 4/4 ]

In which Venti sells magical music boxes, Xiao is his unwitting customer, and there is absolutely, definitely nothing more to it at all.

modern au where venti is - a scammer? - i mean a music box seller and xiao is just a regular guy and and. its funny and delightful and absolutely breath taking. i wouldnt elaborate more so as not to spoil anything further but the fic has many unexpected surprises in it! yanrans is another writer i definitely recommend to check out more! their writing style is very flamboyant and poetic.

what hides in neon shadow by morii_tea [ T, 7,547 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao is a cyborg, Venti is a thief, and the glittering city of Teyvat hides more secrets than they’re prepared to find out.

its so rare to see morally grey venti is potrayed (even though he isnt v morally grey but still. xiao having to remembering that venti isnt as honourable as he appears is yesssss wohoo). this fic has some thrilling action and a v fun cyberpunk world!! i wish it was longer but it is v exciting nevertheless

every morning in the dark by magicites [ M, 77,124 words, 34/34 ]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

READ THE TAGS!!! character death and suicidal thoughts are two major warnings. but DAMN this fic it's just so. SO FULL of everything WRONG with xiao!! and venti too but such a GREAT angst fic!! it gets everything so Right. magicites also happened to have written one of my most favourite genshin fic too :] and if you havent read her other works!! you are missing out!!

the half-life of the yaksha is absolute by GStK [ G, 1,000 words, 1/1 ]

Venti digs his thumbs in to keep open the wound but it is too late His gaze snaps over to the teal essence dancing over Xiao’s fingers. Now all those words will belong to him And Venti will belong to him, only.

READ THE TAGS!! now that i have went into the time loop fic ofc i have to mention the beautiful corrupt xiao prose. the imagery is flowery and grotesque!

foreigner's god by smallghosts [ T, 3,818 words, 1/1 ]

Lord Barbatos falls asleep for a few hundred years. Xiao copes with his absence in strange ways.

a pre-canon fic where xiao becomes - in a way - a worshipper? it's SO GOOD. its about the yearning!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS i dont think i have to explain further

love me like you do by Limerancy [ T, 3,000 words, 1/1 ]

They aren’t the kind of friends that touch.

TOUCH STARVED AND TOUCH AVERSE XIAO!!!!!! this fic makes me a lil bit feral. a little unhinged. i absolutely enjoy reading about the yearning , the desire JUST!!!! AAAA. this writer also writes v fluffy modern au one shots!!! so be sure to check them out too :)

The Kissing Tree by Princeliest [ G, 7,581 words, 2/2 ]

Venti kisses Xiao, and Xiao does not understand why.

VENTI COMMITMENT ISSUES!!!!! as much as i adore reading xiao angst, venti angst is still something i love seeking out and its a tragedy that its not explored enough in this ship :c but anyway!!! such amazing characterization and exploration!! princeliest is one of fav genshin writers and this fic delivers!

wishing on dandelions all of the time by OedipusOctopus [ T, 8,270 words, 1/1 ]

When Venti first catches sight of the swords artfully hung on the wall of his new roommate's bedroom, he regrets putting up the sublease on Craigslist. Firmly believing this guy is a total weirdo, Venti is more surprised than anyone when he realizes the total weirdo is actually adorable. It's not against some invisible Roommate Code to dream about kissing your roommate, right?

ofc there is a classic roommate au fic!! this was one of my most favourite fic from last years xvn week: its hilarious and silly and just a perfect relaxing read!! the characterization and their banter is so entertaining i admit i have read this multiple times!

Where Words Fail by kavvueh [ T, 27,926 words, 11/12 ]

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

this fic is such a delight!! it has some light background lore, some silly shenanigans, miscommunications, pinning - a truly fun mixture! the fic is v light hearted but written with a lot of tenderness. i am v excited to see its conclusion!

what queer sins stain thy soul by Anonymous [ M, 3,232 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

there is some explicit things in it (in non explicit way) i believe religious guilt is one of the best flavouring to xvn. it is an under-explored area in this ship imo and this fic not only has that but also!!! asexuality !!!!!! this fic so so personal and its exploration of desire that gets to me a lot

unholy virtues by morphasia [ E, 17,065 words, 6/6 ]

In exchange for his body in more ways than one, Venti summons a demon to reclaim something that has been stolen from him. It's a just contract. That's all it's supposed to be. That's all it was ever supposed to be.

READ THE TAGS!!! this fic truly went creature/creature. this au is just so fascinating and funny in a twisted way (but not bad). this fic isnt for everyone though but it is definitely worth the shot.

[flamebringer0]

More About Nightwing Powers

I decided I had more to say about this post, so I reblogged it and wrote some more. It seems like when you do that Tumblr doesn't put the post into tag searches, so nobody can actually find it. I'm just going to copy the full text into a new post. I'm sorry if this spams anyone's feed, I just don't understand how this site works yet. I've never actually had a blog before.

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Ohhhh damn I just had another thought about this. This is my problem, I think about this stuff all the time and I keep coming up with new things I think are cool, but now that I've written all this out and published it for the whole world to see I can't change it so easily.

It's actually fine though. These thoughts are kind of a mix of things I think are canon but sufficiently non-obvious to be worth stating (All Nightwings have powers at hatching and then lose them), things that are definitely not canon but I feel like it doesn't mess with the story too much to change them (Prophets have a silver scale on their foreheads), and things that are ambiguous and I'm just filling in the blanks (fake Nightwing magic is based on their sense of smell). But there's a fourth category, which is things that I don't like about canon but changing them would basically entail writing a whole new story. I'm pretty sure this new idea falls into the latter category, so I wouldn't really have put it in that post anyway.

But let's explore the hypothesis that Tui T Sutherland and Scholastic collectively lose their minds and give me the rights to Wings of Fire, and also I have infinite time, resources and motivation to make my own adaptation of the story. Then what happens? Well, the first thing is obviously to change animus magic to be something other than total omnipotence, because omnipotent characters are the kind of albatross (tee hee) you don't want around your neck when you're trying to write a coherent story. And the second thing is to make it so the terrible Rainwing queens in book 3 are hereditary royalty and Glory is not, because I've never liked the valorisation of hereditary royalty in WOF (or in general), and that would be an easy way to subvert that. And THEN I would turn scavengers into lizard people, because I am a furry and I think that's cuter than making them humans. Lol.

But somewhere down the list would be the fact that I don't actually vibe with the idea that normal Nightwing seers/mind readers apparently have a built-in power limiter that varies randomly according to the specific individual, and the special gift you get for hatching under three moons is just to have that limiter set to 0. I don't like this because, first of all, the fact that it works like that just doesn't fit into my brain in a satisfactory way. Hatching under zero, one, or two full moons each results in a qualitatively different outcome, so in my mind, the third full moon should also do something qualitatively different. But it doesn't, it's just the same as two full moons but better. And then I'm left to assume that there are probably very rare cases of twice-moonborn Nightwings who have all the power, just because whatever secondary factors there are happened to line up in their favor? Weird.

But the more important reason is, I don't really like the idea of Clearsight as someone who has extraordinary power because she just hatched that way. Nor do I like the fact that the reasons for this are, on the one talon, unexplained (maybe inexplicable?), and on the other, not a function of who she is as a character. I think it would make for a much stronger motif if run-of-the-mill seer Clearsight were able to take down once-in-a-generation chosen one Darkstalker because she's diligent and doesn't believe in destiny while he's entitled and sure of his glorious future. At its core this feeling is actually the same thing as what I said about the Rainwing queens above: I just don't find it satisfying when the hero has some kind of special trait that makes them naturally better than everyone else. A villain can have that, but a hero I want to prove themselves through their own efforts. But that's explicitly not what happened in canon: Clearsight IS naturally more powerful than all the other seers, that's an essential part of her story, and changing it requires basically rewriting the books. I don't love it!

So anyway in the universe where I'm rewriting the books, here's a thought about how Nightwing powers might work. This partially contradicts what I wrote above, but I've decided I'm cool with that. I love contradicting myself actually, and maybe next week I'll contradict all of this again. There are no laws.

Some Nightwings are seers, some are mind readers, a few are both, and most are neither. But aside from the fact that an individual might or might not have these powers, they don't vary in strength from dragon to dragon. All seers have equally strong abilities, and all mind readers have equally strong abilities. But the strength of the abilities does vary: not per individual, but over time. Specifically, the current state of the moons affects the abilities of empowered Nightwings. On a hypothetical "darkest night" with three new moons, all Nightwings are effectively powerless. On the brightest night, empowered Nightwings experience the full strength of their abilities. Seers can easily look down many different paths into the distant future, and mind readers can easily examine any information in the mind of another dragon. Of course, the phases of the three moons are not synchronous. Most of the time, the moons are all in different states, and empowered Nightwings experience abilities somewhere in between those extremes.

Above, I said that the "strength" of Nightwing abilities doesn't really vary per dragon. Strength, as I use the term here, only refers to the raw potential to look into the future or into another dragon's mind. But different individuals do have different levels of adeptness when it comes to applying their abilities. On the brightest night, any seer can look with relative ease into the far future, down multiple timelines, examining subtle ripples of possibility. The rest of the time, most seers can't use their abilities on that level, but a particularly adept one can get closer. What makes one seer more adept than another? Well, it's really just training. If you're someone who, for whatever reason, keeps looking into the future, over time you'll get better at it, just like anything you keep doing. This is what sets Clearsight apart from her peers. She isn't more blessed by the moons than them, because no seer is more blessed by the moons than any other. Clearsight just looks into the future all the time, to a degree nobody else does. She works harder on her visions than any other seer, so her abilities are more advanced than those of any other seer.

There is one exception to the maxim "no seer is more blessed by the moons than any other". The special gift of the thrice-moonborn is that they are exempt from the cyclical waning and waxing of power with the phases of the moons. They hatch on the brightest night, and its power soaks into them and becomes permanently part of them. And so, they live as if every night is a brightest night. They always have the potential to see the ripples that spread into many distant futures, and they can always pluck any information they want out of another dragon's mind. What other Nightwings may train and train for, these dragons do as easily as they breathe.

There are few Nightwings who never dreamed as dragonets about what it would be like to have hatched under three full moons. How different their lives could have been from those of the common powerless Nightwing, or even ordinary seers and mind readers! And not just directly because of what they could see: the thrice-moonborn are almost inevitably beloved by their tribe, showered with attention, and elevated to the highest strata of society. Wouldn't that be nice, think the dragons who could have walked that path but for something as meaningless as the sky under which they hatched.

It's unsurprising that many covet that life, but it's not entirely as pleasant as they imagine. The adulation that surrounds the most powerful Nightwings is instrumental. As laid out in excruciating detail just behind the eyes of smiling dragons, few love them for who they are; many more love them for what they are. They will never have any interaction with friends or family that isn't fundamentally shaped by the asymmetrical power dynamic implied by their abilities. It's easy for a dragon in that situation to become profoundly isolated, especially without support. But the brightest night comes so rarely that most Nightwings who receive its gift will grow up with neither peers, nor mentors who can relate to these experiences. That many ultimately respond in unhealthy, self-destructive ways is a given; that the self-destruction of such powerful dragons often also destroys those around them is a recurring tragedy in the history of the tribe.

But it's not inevitable. No dragon's fate is actually written in the stars or sealed by the moons. It's always possible to choose a different future.

[gaslightgallows]

September 2023 Writing Round-Up

I just checked my tags, and I haven't done one of these since… three years ago. Exactly three years ago yesterday (9/29/20), to be precise. Which was pretty much when my mental health and my personal life started to crumble in earnest, and it took my desire to write for public consumption along with it.

Most of what I did for the rest of 2020/2021 were either struggling to finish works in progress (and largely failing) or archiving stuff from my LJ days. I didn't post anything in 2022. I was still writing (a lot) but it was either for Patreon (…fuck, right, I have a Patreon) or it was personal, not meant to be shared.

And then Good Omens came back and ended up being really fucking relevant to my life, and @meldanya44 was there urging me to get back into writing for other people besides her. I think it was a good idea, over all. ♥

So… yeah. Thanks, Good Omens fandom, for reminding me that writing is meant to be shared, and that I am a prompt-based lifeform. (I'll be putting up a new prompt list tomorrow, if anyone wants an artisanally crafted bespoke ficlet of their very own.)

Anyway, here's what I did in September:

Authorial Intent (G, one-shot): Michael’s plan to erase Aziraphale from the Book of Life has certain… flaws. A revision of the final season of S2 Ep6, where the Metatron does not make an appearance. (Actually posted at the end of August but this is my list and it counts. Written very shortly after I finished S2 for the first time. Effervescing with joy.)

Put Out the Stars (T, currently a one-shot, planning to continue): Crowley stole the photo of himself and Aziraphale from the shop a long time ago. (Inspired by one of @fellshish's asks. Angst angst angst… with more to come!)

An Invisible Wound (T, one-shot): “I almost killed you tonight.” “I almost got you killed tonight.” Their first kiss, soft and futile, is in 1941. (Bittersweet canon-compliant 1941 truthers unite.)

After the Rain (T, one-shot; for @meldanya44): The Second Coming has come and gone, and Crowley was calling him ‘angel’ again. (Wonderful quiet post-series fluff.)

Like Petals in a Storm (M, currently a standalone but working on a sequel; for @meldanya44): Between the discorporation and the almost-execution, Aziraphale’s having a bit of trouble keeping body and soul together. (My reputation-mandated 'one partner helps another bathe' fic.)

The Taste of Salt (G, one-shot; for @iamhisgloriouspurpose): The lingering taste of ox ribs are bitter and rich in Aziraphale's mouth, and he isn't sure what he believes anymore. (Continues the 'I'm not taking you to Hell, angel' scene in the Ep2 minisode. Nice and angsty. No one seems to like this one and I'm not sure why.)

Pipe Dream (G, one-shot; for @unwholesome-gay): All Aziraphale has ever wanted is to give heaven back to Crowley. (Domestic fluff about Aziraphale buying the South Downs cottage for Crowley. Fun fact: I struggled to write this and finally posted it in dismay and tried to forget about it. And then my inbox exploded with HEARTS, so I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought.)

The Patience of Angels, Chs 1-4 (M, multi-chapter WIP): An old enemy is on the hunt for the demon known as Crowley, and it will take all the powers of one very protective angel to save him. But in keeping Crowley safe, Aziraphale will uncover more of the terrible truths of Heaven than he ever wanted to know. (The longfic I first conceived of in 2019 and then never got around to finishing enough to post, and am now trying to revise the HELL out of in real-time because the original version doesn't work anymore. I love this fic with a burning passion and hope it finds an audience someday… which it probably will if I can update it, y'know, more often than once a month…)

Fics Posted: 8 Word Count: 28,182

I'm never going to be as prolific as I was when I was in the MCU fandom and had a much less-hectic job, but I'd call that a decent comeback. Thanks, everyone. ♥

[sibylsleaves]

My 5 favorite fics i’ve written

I was tagged by @hattalove & @homerforsure (both of whom are fic writing IDOLS tbh) to share the top 5 fics I’ve written. I’ve only written 6 fics total so this was more a process of deciding which fic didn’t make the cut :(

maybe love won’t let me down 

15k | rated M

Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines.

or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

the first fic I wrote for 911 and still the best imo.

at every table i’ll save you a seat 

10k | rated T

Buck and Eddie are best friends. Why is that so difficult for everyone to understand?

Or, five times someone tells Buck he’s in love with Eddie and the one time he tells Eddie

this fic has a very special place in my heart and also i think contains my favorite Feelings Realization scene i’ve ever written.

my heart’s a secret (tell me you’ll keep it)

5k | rated T

Buck’s first mistake was coming to the bar.

Actually, scratch that—his first mistake was falling hopelessly in love with his best friend, but he’s not sure he could’ve prevented that one.

But the bar—that he could have avoided. And the first shot of tequila. And the second, and third, and fourth.

His seventh mistake was watching Eddie get hit-on by a dead ringer for Chris Evans.

His eighth—and arguably most egregious—mistake was talking to Chimney.

Or, Buck tells Chimney a secret. This proves to be a mistake.

possible the MOST fun I’ve ever had writing a fic. It has some of my favorite firefam interactions I’ve ever written! There is also an incredible podfic of this by @mistmarauder...is it embarrassing to say i laughed my ass off at it since it’s technically my own writing?? but just the energy and comedic timing she brings to it is INCREDIBLE.

all i know since yesterday

6k | rated T

Buck knows what he’s doing might be constituted as ‘a bit creepy,’ but he can’t really help it. He has a book in his lap, so it’s not like he’s just staring at Eddie, but—ok, so he hasn’t actually read a page in over twenty minutes, and in the meantime he has watched his best friend chop like six different kinds of vegetables to go in Bobby’s ragu.

“How’s it going, Buck?” Hen asks, flinging herself into the adjacent arm chair.

“Fine,�� Buck says, barely looking at her. “But something’s up with Eddie.”

the dynamic between Buck & Eddie in this fic was SO fun to write...poor Buck just has NO idea what’s going on...

things you don’t say reach me somehow anyway

14k | rated T

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for.

He starts with the easiest name first.

or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

I am so so proud of this fic, perhaps BECAUSE it was so much more challenging to write than the rest on this list. But I absolutely adored getting to focus on Eddie’s relationships with everyone in his life, including Buck.

tagging @pettyeddiediaz @eddiediazes @iinryer @colonoscopys @fallingthorns @two-cut-lines @messyhairdiaz @gayravi @hoediaz @buckactuallys @rewritetheending...i’m sure a lot of you have been tagged already but oh well!

[beevean]

"You can't convince me Rough & Tumble, Jewel, Clutch or Mimic have any fans. You can't."

Hi, a whole one fan of R&T here and.... yeah even I have to admit that most people's enjoyment of characters like these (mine included) stems mostly from the "I just think they look neat" factor. Granted I will say that I actually like the (very small) bro moments between the two because they remind me of how the comic sent that aspect of Sonic and Tails' relationship down the drain.

Anyway I brought this up because I can confidently say something that only gets worse with every issue: the stans don't actually like the OCs the way they claim they do. They like the aesthetic, the ideas around the characters, the vibes. The comic simply gives you a minimally cared for but still very much empty field with just enough promise of something of value growing there eventually, that you just end up growing a whole plantation of your own with just your headcannons. And that's the thing. The vibes, the ideas, the headcannons. Those are a constant. The moment they get imprinted onto a character, they are always there. That's why the new issue screenshots can only procur a reaction like "omg them". Because the character in the comic as is doesn't matter in the long run. In their minds, said characters already went through a fanfic's worth of screentime with all the study attached, they are already "complete" basically. Appearances in the comic are just visual stimuli to clap, point fingers and go wooooooo and any changes in the actual plot will only incur cosmetic changes on the character's image. At most, that's just an additional tag to the vibes list.

lmao, well I appreciate the honesty 😂 Rough and Tumble being more of an evil Unbreakable Duo than Surge & Kit is wild, man.

But yeah, what you said. And look, listen. After I got into the CV fandom, I saw so many people adopt the most minor of characters and turn them into their beloved blorbo - characters that are lucky if they have any sort of personality detailed in the manual, let alone on screen. So I get it, I get the appeal of taking a character that is nothing more than unexpressed potential and unraveling it, because hey that concept really really appeals to you. Look, I am intrigued by Surge and Kit's concept as well, and Whisper started out well as a quiet, introverted girl in a mostly extroverted cast, so yes I understand.

It's the pretentiousness I can't stand. It's people celebrating IDW as being well written and so much better than the games, when their appreciation boils down to basically gushing about ship teases or funny faces, or memefying their personalities to make them fit better into the prepackaged blorbo molds. The story wants to take itself seriously, so I take it seriously, and it's so obvious that characters are bent down in function of the plot.

Plant all the headcanons you want! But always keep in mind what is your headcanon and what is actually on paper.

[dumfanting]

An Unexpected Survivor

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Rating: T

Warnings: none

Notes: second person PoV, present tense, fem reader but it’s never stated

2308 words

I’m on vacation but I’ve had this written up for a few weeks, I figured it would tide you guys over. Anybody bored of these ‘sideways fics’ yet? I keep thinking I am but then ideas just keep popping up. That said, part two?

Echo/ Reader

You leave Coruscant in an attempt to outrun your ghosts, until you bump into the biggest of them.

You want to help, need to; it is so ingrained into you that it is almost your entire identity. But you can’t do it anymore. So much pain and death, so many nightmares, all the horrors of war, it had all finally gotten to you. You decide that, as hard as it would be, leaving the GAR behind was the best thing to do for yourself.

Where would you go from there? You have no idea, but as long as it isn’t Coruscant, you don’t care where you wind up. You sell everything you own, save for a few sentimental items and absolute basics, then run to the closest shuttle and disappear.

That had been years ago, although you don’t know exactly how many. Long enough for the Jedi to be slaughtered and for the Empire to take over, you do at least know that much. You refuse to accept that they were all traitors; you had worked with them for years and never once got the feeling that anything was wrong.

You pause and backtrack your thoughts a little to reflect on how familiar your current situation is; once again, you’ve decided to drop everything and leave for another planet. You never stay anywhere long enough to put down any roots. In fact, after more than a few people learn your name, outside of whoever you work for, you take off again.

Deep down you know that you’re trying to run from the life you left behind, the memories, and the loss, but you never consciously acknowledge it. You just tell yourself that you have grown restless and bored, so that’s why you’re leaving again.

You’ve lost count of how many places you’ve been by this point. For all the planet-hopping you’ve been doing the past however many years, so far, nowhere you have stayed has felt like ‘home’.

You glance up at the info screen at the head of the shuttle's cabin and see that you’re about half an hour away from Ord Mantell, a mid-rim planet which you’ve never heard of before today. Maybe this place will be different, you think to yourself. But your hopes aren’t high.

A week after arriving, you found a place to stay and to work. You aren’t particularly enjoying the months you’ve spent at the cantina, but it’s better than the sanitation job you had before you got here, and you know you likely won’t stay for very long anyway. Cid, despite her coarse, in-your-face attitude, is a marginally better boss than your last one. She didn’t ask where you came from or why you were here, and made it clear she doesn’t really care. “Just do your job, that’s the only thing I give a damn about,” she’d said. One of the things you like about this planet is that everybody here seems to mind their own business.

As part of your employment agreement with Cid, she allows you to stay in one of the small rooms upstairs. It’s here, on the top floor, that you spend most of your time, lounging on the large window sill and staring out over the city without really looking at anything, and this afternoon is no different.

You idly scan over the crowd in the nearby square, then double take back to a point near the street. You can’t remember the last time you’d seen a human man that big. His size is exaggerated by the small blonde girl who is tagging along with him, followed by maybe two or three other, more average sized men. There’s a flicker of familiarity that you can’t quite place in the back of your mind when you take a closer look and notice that the men are all wearing armor. But it isn’t Imperial stormtrooper armor, could they be clones? From what little detail you could make out, none of them looked like clones.

You don’t have a lot of time to think about this, however. As the chrono on your wrist chimes the hour, Cid hollers your name from the staircase, right on the dot like she always does. Time to start your shift. You shout that you’re coming, and when you hear her retreating down the creaking stairs, you glance out over the crowd again, but the people you had seen have moved out of view. You sigh heavily, not looking forward to another night of being leered at and hit on while you mix cheap drinks, but you put your shoes on and head to the cantina anyway.

You make your way downstairs into the bar proper, and when Cid sees you, she tells you to go into the store room and bring out a new bottle of Spotchka. You acknowledge this, and duck under the stairs and into the semi-hidden doorway there. It takes you a minute, shuffling objects around in the dim, dusty light, but you eventually find the bottle. You hold it by the neck and walk back out of the doorway, looking around the place out of habit as you go.

“Hey Cid, I’ve got the-,” you start to say, but interrupt yourself with a shocked gasp. Your hand goes slack and you drop the bottle, too focused on who you see before you to notice that it’s shattered and the sticky liquor is soaking into your shoes.

You recognize the blonde girl and the big guy as the ones you noticed earlier while upstairs; they’re accompanied by a slim man wearing goggles and another with half his face tattooed, but you aren’t paying them any attention. The subject of your stare is standing behind the slim man, staring back at you and looking just as shocked as you feel.

He’s unnaturally pale, and much too thin, but there’s no mistaking that face, those eyes.

It’s Echo.

A sudden blast of dizziness sweeps over you, you stumble, and you lean heavily onto the wall behind you, your hands trembling.

Cid glances between you two, looking almost amused. “Go take a breather in my office,” she says. “I’ll deal with these guys.”

You thank her, then shakily stand up straight, tearing your eyes away from the man who is supposed to be dead as you go into a different doorway, the door sliding shut behind you.

Earlier outside, as he follows the others across the square, Echo gets an odd sensation that they are being watched. He looks around, but sees nothing, then glances up at the building they are heading towards, and spots someone staring out of a window on the top floor. Whoever it is, they’re too far away for him to get a good look at, but something about them seems… familiar? He looks back and finds the others ahead of him. Unaware that he had stopped walking, he moves quickly to catch up. When he glances back at the window, whoever had been there had left.

Echo shakes himself and focuses on the blonde girl to make sure she doesn't wander off. He takes her, gently but firmly, by the shoulder and steers her into the cantina with the others, following closely behind.

His initial impressions of the place aren’t good. The cantina is small, not filthy but certainly not clean, and dimly lit. It’s empty, save for two non-humans at a table in the corner and the Trandoshan behind the bar. It’s definitely a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Something just feels off about it all.

Echo doesn’t have much time to examine his surroundings any further before he is distracted by the sound of a door creaking open and shut. He hears a voice, a voice that belongs to someone he knows to be dead, say “Hey Cid, I’ve got the-,” before it’s cut off by a gasp and the sound of breaking glass.

It’s you. He stares in disbelief for a few seconds as you stumble backwards against the wall.

The Trandoshan, Cid, tells you to take a breather in her office. Echo watches you thank her before you shakily make your way into another room.

The door shuts behind you and you lean heavily backward onto it. Your legs are suddenly too weak to support yourself, and you slide down the door and into an awkward seated position on the floor, your head spinning.

It shouldn’t be possible. Echo is supposed to be dead. He was blown up for kriff’s sake! You close your eyes and tilt your face up towards the ceiling, making a conscious effort to control your breathing. You manage to get a hold of yourself within just a few seconds, thanks to years of practice at fighting off panic attacks, and realize that you can hear the conversation outside. You press your ear to the door and listen carefully.

You can hear Cid grumbling as she sweeps up the broken glass and dumps it into a nearby waste bin. She bluntly asks how they know you.

“They don’t,” Echo says, sounding shaken. “But I do.”

“Who was that?” a distinctly girlish voice asks, obviously the kid.

“My… my cyare, my partner,” he says, barely audible.

You sit up, get to your feet, and crack the door open just enough to peek outside and see what’s happening. Echo has moved onto a stool at the bar, and the others are carefully watching him. He’s partially obscured by two of them, so you can only really see him from the shoulders up. He’s bald and appears to be wearing some kind of device over his ears that is molded to the back of his head. You also notice what looks like plug ports just above that and elsewhere on his head and wonder what the hell happened to him.

“But I thought you told us-,” the large man says, confused, before the one with the tattooed face shoots him a hard look.

“Well he was obviously misinformed,” the slim man in the goggles says bluntly. “But we have more pressing matters. Hunter?” he says, turning toward the tattooed man.

Hunter pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, we do,” he says, then gets Cid’s attention.

You quietly shut the door, and make your way over to a crate on the opposite side of the room. You sit heavily upon it, still faintly able to hear what Hunter and Cid are saying, but not paying them any attention.

Your mind races with questions. How did Echo survive? What happened to him to make him look like that? You assumed the other men he's with are also clones, but why are they so different? Who’s the little girl? How do they know Cid? If he’s alive, does that mean Fives could be too? The dizzy feeling threatens to overtake you again, but you shake yourself. The action has cleared your head enough for you to return your focus onto the sounds from the other side of the door. You hear booted footsteps approach, and Hunter, who appears to be the leader, speaks in a low voice.

“You can go on and figure this out, I’ve got it handled,” he says.

“Yeah, thanks,” Echo says, sounding apprehensive.

“We shouldn’t be going anywhere else for the rest of the day. Take as long as you need to,” Hunter says.

You hear a muffled clapping sound, and guess that Hunter has gripped Echo’s shoulder for a few seconds before the booted footsteps fade away again. The door slides open, and you get your first look at Echo in his entirety. His right arm and hand are gone, replaced with a scomp link. You can’t tell for sure due to his armor, but it looks like both of his legs have been replaced with cybernetics too. You search his face and see that he’s avoiding your eyes, seeming to brace himself for something.

You stand from a the crate and take a few long strides across the room, stopping in front of him. Moving slowly, you cautiously raise your hand and cup one side of his face. The warmth and solidity of him assures you that you aren’t dreaming. You turn him to look at you, and despite everything that’s changed, his eyes are still the same. You softly say his name, and he says yours in return.

“You should be dead,” you say in a whisper.

“Look who’s talking,” he says, the ghost of a smirk playing across his lips for just a second.

The two of you stand like that for another second or so, then you move your hands to his shoulders and pull him close, crashing your lips into his and kissing him deeply. He’s too surprised to react, at first, but quickly relaxes and reciprocates, wrapping his remaining arm around your waist and pulling you tightly against his chest.

You hear the distinct sound of Cid clearing her throat and the two of you break apart, caught off guard, to look at her. She’s standing with her arms crossed, but there’s a faint smile on her face. This may be the first time you’ve ever seen her genuinely smile, you think. She clears her throat again.

“If I give you the night off, will you promise not to fuck him in my office?” she says. Echo’s jaw drops in response to her bluntness, but you’ve grown used to it, and can’t help but smirk at her.

“Deal,” you say, stepping back from Echo.

Cid exaggeratedly rolls her eyes and waves the two of you out of the room.

Just before you reach the stairs, she says your name, prompting you to take a few steps backward to see what she wants. “Try to keep it down,” she says, smirking.

“No promises,” you say. Once Cid rolls her eyes again and walks away, you take Echo by the hand and practically drag him up the creaking staircase behind you.

Taglist: @kaminocasey @madameminor @jennamelinda12 @arctrooper69 @the-cantina

[spaceofentropy]

First Line of 10 Fics game

Rules: share the first line of 10 of your most recent fanfics and ghen tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don't be shy and share anyways

So, I was tagged by @sunwarmed-ash (hiiii!) and here I am! With my 8 published fics and their opening lines paragraphs! Whoohoo! From older to newer...

1. What happens in Vegas... (Tutor/Fighter AU where they never reconciled but get drunken married in Las Vegas)

Tor wakes up with the mother of all headaches. There's an EDM party going on between his temples, and he's pretty sure if it doesn't subside quickly, he'll seriously contemplate beheading as a solution to it.

2. All these pieces (a fic for Crush. *vague gesture* Canon? I don't know her)

There's a hidden place, Mark sometimes muses, where all the other stories live. The possibilities that didn’t become true.

3. Like a curse (Tutor/Fighter & Crush heist!AU)

2 paragraphs because I love love love how the second one came out and have to inflict it upon people.

Tutor's father had a long list of rules on how to be a successful con artist and thief. He said he had learned them from his mentor, who had in turn learned them from his father. The rules, he claimed, had survived generations, if with a little tweak here and there to keep up with the modernization of their world, and Tutor's father felt it was his duty to pass them on to his son. He used to recite them again and again to young Tutor, saying that repetition makes perfect, and his son had to be at least as good as he was.

The list started with "Always have a plan B and an escape route", went through basic stuff like "If you work a job for a fool, you're the real fool" and "A lean team is a good team", meandered into more esotheric territory with maxims like "The only good Matryoshka is the one you don't try" and "If you smell a rat, it's already too late for the poison", and then came back into the realm of basic common sense with the last rule: "Don't get caught".

4. Statistical anomalies (OT4 ❤️💙💛🖤 KafkaSyndrome!AU. The au of an au. With extra fluffy animals.)

One in four people. That's one of the small certainties science has about all this, even after more than a century since it started happening. In the course of their life, one in four people will live the wild experience of one day waking up not as a human, but as an animal.

5. What doesn't kill you makes you a monster (did anyone say "Stranger Things angst and body horror"?)

Steve Harrington knows pain. In the past years, it's become a vicious best friend with many faces that keeps him company almost every day. It's migraines that make his skull thud viciously and that turn every bright light into an ice pick to the eyes. It's back aches and joint aches from one too many fall, whether on the basketball court or while fighting monsters. It's his ankle, throbbing with red hot intensity every time the weather is changing. It's his scars from the demobats bites, feeling taut and bristling with thousands of tiny needles. It’s his left eye and the tissue around it pulsing and thudding in tune with his heart. It's that feeling like something is forever fucked up in his ribs, he'll never breathe easy again, not even in a hundred years.

6. Amok (Harringrove! Angst!)

The mall is so noisiy that he almost doesn't register it. A woman's voice. It calls "Billy?" like she's surprised. Like this is the best kind of serendipity.

7. Come close (Harringrove cyberpunk!AU)

The only reason why Billy accepted to meet this mystery person is because he's worked with Pr1nc3$$ eight, no, nine times before, which is a pretty high number of times, and by now he knows he can trust her as much as you can trust anyone in this line of work. Pr1nc3$$ is a good hacker. She's professional. She's fun to shoot the shit with in the moments of lull that inevitably can happen during a job. She doesn't ask stupid questions. She doesn't like to take stupid risks, which has never been an issue, Billy's more than ready to take them for everyone. She doesn't get angry when he calls her baby (because he's a jackass), and in exchange he doesn't get angry when she calls him a variety of names (because he's earned them all).

8. Of soulmates and colors (metalsandwich soulmates!AU)

It’s the first clear memory Steve has of his father looking at him in disappointment. Steve’s somewhere between four and six years old and he tries to tell mom and dad that the world is not just in black and white anymore, now there's something else along the usual multitude of shades of grays and white. A weird new shade that is hidden in the darkest of blacks, a shade that was not there this morning. His father looks at him like Steve just let him down in the worst way possible and tells him that to lie for attention is a disgraceful behavior in anyone, but even more so in his only son. Steve tries to insist that he’s not lying, that something actually changed. By the end of the day, he decides to take it all back, because he thinks that sticking to the truth and not being believed hurts too much.

I should tag people at this point, uh? 10, even! Uh... let's see...

@dragonflylady77 @suzy-queued @suometar @bigdumbbambieyes @harringroveera @robthegoodfellow @destroya2005 @ariesbilly @shieldofiron @callieb

Feel ABSOLUTELY FREE to ignore this 😅

[da3dm]

Night Light 1.1

Never written a g/t story before, but here's my try on it! Lemme know if I should add some tags or warnings!

Lots of thanks to @dingbatnix for helping me proofread it!

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter 1: Disappointments

In a seemingly empty forest, a breeze was the only disturbance to the area. Birds were calling, animals caused rustlings in the bushes, and the sun shone softly on the plants, casting a golden glow over every surface. Hidden behind this faux peace, a small group of friends were hiding among the leaves in the branches of a tree, watching the small clearing curiously as they waited in…somewhat silence. Their hushed whispers hardly carried down from the tree. “Get off of me!”

The four of them were finding it somewhat difficult to coexist on the same branch…and two in particular wouldn’t stop arguing. “I wasn't even touching you?” The accused blonde shoved their brown haired friend away, teardrop shaped wings fluttering in annoyance. “Just stay over there and leave me alone.”

The blonde yelped, nearly falling off the branch. For someone who was only three inches tall, a fall like that would be rather dangerous. “Now you're shoving me!”

A third interjected, pushing the pair apart. “Will you two just stop? You've been arguing for hours now! If you keep going, we're never going to see it! They'll notice us!” The red head was trying their best to be threatening, hoping to get them to finally knock it off. “Besides, if you two keep arguing we’re going to lose track of him again!”

The fourth one was on the very end of the branch, out in the open and hanging out in the wind, only held by the stem of a leaf he gripped. He’d been ignoring them until that last comment, but didn't even look their way as he stated, “I am fully capable of taking care of myself. You three are the real chaos material. I wasn't the one arguing with someone for brushing against me.” The blackete was grinning anyway, excited to see if coming to the edge of their borders would finally let them see a real human.

The red head glanced over, only to be struck by panic upon seeing just how startlingly visible his friend was, fully out in the open and vulnerable. “Axel!” He launched himself over there and dragged his friend back onto the branch. “You can’t just hang out in the open like that! You’ll be seen! You’re not even supposed to be out here, don't add being seen to that list of broken rules!”

Axel smirked at them and kept staring out there. “Oh come on! You wanna see them just as much as I do!” Since all four of them were fairies, they had been raised inside a hollowed out tree with the rest of their colony. There were strict rules set in place that never allowed any fairy near their borders, where humans resided. The only things they ever knew about humans was what they'd been told, most of which villainized them. Axel, who remained leaning out in the open, was one of the few that refused to believe those stories. Humans being titans, killing their kind, only showing cruelty to everything around them…none of it made sense to him. Nothing was that big for one thing, but it also didn’t sound right. They made these creatures sound like true monsters, and yet described their appearances as being strikingly similar to their own.

Spark, the red fairy, disagreed greatly with Axel. “No! I’m only out here to keep you out of trouble! For all I know you're going to march right up to one of those giants and completely expose yourself with your lack of self preservation! On top of all that, it’s almost high noon! We’re going to be late for the ceremony!”

Axel squirmed in the tightening grip, attempting to escape. "We'll be fine, we can make it! I know what I'm doing, just be quiet so nothing will notice us." He managed to pull himself free and danced away to keep out of reach.

The blonde fairy walked up to them and pointed out at the forest ahead. "Sorry to interrupt, but isn't that what you're looking for?" Out in that direction, there was unnatural motion and faint voices carrying to them.

Axel spun around immediately, his wings buzzing with excitement when he saw it. "Yes! Let's go look!" He launched off the branch, already speeding away before any of them could even attempt to follow.

Spark turned a glare on the blonde. "Oh yes, brilliant idea Sett, just tell the maniac you see something without someone holding him down! Clay, go after him." He looked at the brown haired fairy as he'd said that before shoving off to chase after Axel.

Sett and Clay looked at each other before they just followed after the other two boys, rushing through the cover of the forest on their way over to the group of camping humans. Axel momentarily almost went above the trees, but Spark caught up to him on time and grabbed hold of his leg, yanking him back down.

"Get back down! You're going to get picked off by a bird!" He lost the dark haired fairy only moments later, but at least he didn't go higher again and merely zoomed towards the campsite.

He knew not to just burst out there but he was getting way too close to be flying out in the open like he was. "You worry too much!" The one to stop him this time was Sett, the only one in their friend group that flew faster than Axel.

The blonde spread his arms out after stopping in front of Axel and pointed to a cluster of branches higher up, where they'd be able to see the open space. "Hide there before you make Spark explode." The two dove into that bundle of branches and leaves almost immediately after, waiting for the rest to show up.

Axel was already clambering forward, trying to get a peek at these creatures. When he saw them his wings buzzed excitedly, but he was also shocked into silence. It was a group of friends or maybe a family, he wasn't sure. That wasn't the shocking part though. What truly got him, was their size. This wasn't like the stories, they were bigger, not smaller like he'd originally thought.

Just as the other two showed up, Sett had pushed himself over to take a look as well, his whole body going rigid as he watched these pure giants move about, doing actions that would otherwise be impossible for the fairies while being way too fast for their size. It was terrifying and they weren't even close enough to feel their movements. One other notable thing…was that their language made no sense—it was completely different from their own.

Spark and Clay had similar reactions, but the red fairy could only look for a few seconds before he had to pull away, his hands covering his mouth as fear coursed through his entire body. It hadn't helped that when he'd looked, it was to see one of them crushing something bigger than they were like it was nothing. He shuddered and moved on to hugging himself instead, refusing to turn back around as he was gripped by a cold sweat.

Clay was just frozen in place, his usual rowdy self gone completely as he watched the wingless titans move about. He hesitated greatly, taking a step back as he looked at the other two still watching the humans. "Hey, uh…I think we should go. It doesn't feel safe here." He frowned at the humans before he went back to being wild, reaching down and grabbing Axel by the back of his shirt. "Sett, move it! We're going!" He was half snarling as he just dragged the curious fairy away.

Spark gave a heavy sigh when he saw Clay dragging Axel away, the tense muscles relaxing as he realized they were leaving now. He didn't hesitate to take off, his wings buzzing madly as he tried to fly off as fast as possible. The humans hadn't shown up in the clearing they'd chosen to watch, and he was glad they hadn't. They'd have been way too close to Hometree…that was just begging for trouble. He did falter for a moment to check that his friends were following, but settled right back down when he saw them right behind him. Even Axel was leaving on his own.

Axel, however, had way too curious thoughts spinning through his mind. He'd felt a sort of natural fear towards a being so large that he was hardly the size of their smallest finger…but he wanted to know everything about them! Why did they look just like fairies but had no wings and were so giant? It was spinning him for a loop and he was sectioning his fear off as just from their size, ignoring the warning bells telling him to never investigate them. Rather, he was somewhat eager to find out what all they had. They were using some very strange things!

Regardless of how unaware his friends were of his thoughts, all four of them headed straight for home tree. They were already really pushing it for their time limit, the ceremony a lot more important than they'd been making it out to be so far. As the large, hollowed out tree came into sight, so did tons of fairies flying in and out in preparation for the celebration. The magic barrier hiding the tree from sight allowed the fairies to see through it, only blocking the contents from other creatures. All four of them went to one of the many entrances, choosing one that was less populated and rushing through on their way to the main hall.

Once inside you had to land and fight your way through the crowds of other fairies. There honestly wasn't all that many of them, but when there was some sort of gathering everyone was moving around so much that it made the numbers seem higher. In reality, you would pass the same person ten or so times on your way to anywhere. The adults in the tree had assigned jobs after all, so they couldn't sit still like everyone else was. The group of friends got separated a few times on their way through the tunnels, but eventually met back up in the wide open space of the main hall. This space was in one of the highest spots in the tree, allowing the sunlight to shine through from openings directly above them.

Axel…had never liked so many people gathering together. Colors, so many colors, kept swarming around him in every direction. It was almost too many and always hit him as dizzying. For one thing, he never once saw another fairy with black hair. He was the only one in this entire colony, and as far as anyone knew, the first to exist. Their records were damaged and it was unclear what the coloring meant for Axel. After all, the color of their hair and wings always determined their magic pathways. Sometimes the eyes would even grant the fairy another power, but those were very special cases.

Reds, and sometimes a rare orange, all belong to fire. Yellow stretching to a pale blonde typically controlled wind and sometimes light magic, which was exceptionally rare. Browns were connected to the earth, green attached to the plants, blue with several different areas…mostly water, sometimes ice. A fairy with purple hair was just as rare as a blonde getting light magic, and they controlled the darkness. So where did that leave Axel? This entire celebration was to find out, and it was leaving him unnerved—one major reason he'd risked being seen merely ten or so minutes ago. He'd rather face horror stories turned real than find out the result of this test.

He followed his friends to the area all of the graduating teenagers were waiting. Everyone gathered here was turning 20 this season, leaving the teenage years behind and about to be considered adults, where they'd be granted a job rather than an apprenticeship. But he was nervous. He stood beside his friends for some time, watching as every fairy in the tree congregated in this hall, the area getting steadily louder until the dooming hush fell over the huge crowd.

The monarch was here. She strode down the platform to the edge, Axel shivering as he felt her cold gaze sweep over the crowd, demanding absolute silence. This development made him take a step back, hiding behind his friends instead of staying next to them. It was too much for him to handle, especially since she was actually…his aunt. He knew it was coming, but it still sent a cold shudder down his spine when her eyes locked onto him momentarily. It wasn't hard for him to know what she was thinking and he was already wishing he could just flee the area.

She smiled only once everyone was still and not making sound, setting her hands on the podium before she projected her voice, "Thank you for taking time off your busy tasks to gather here today!" She kept watching everyone as she continued, "Today we will identify the power of each new adult fairy so that they might join the rest of us in maintaining our survival here in the Hometree." She swept a hand in the direction of the group of new adults, her bronze wings flaring for dramatic effect. "Now, come up in alphabetical order, as is tradition. First…" She glanced at her list. "Ala."

A blue haired fairy fluttered up to the stage, gave a bow, then turned to grant access to his wings. Axel watched in trepidation, aware he'd be dragged up there way too soon for his liking. Even so, he watched the exchange closely. It was easier to activate magic with the help of another fairy, but you could also do so on your own. The monarch reached over and delicately traced her hands over the pale blue wings. White lines spread from his back towards the end of the wings like veins, forming a shape in the center of his wings as the color faded into becoming a near white blue, the shape revealing the symbol of ice.

Of course this had her smiling again as she gestured for the new ice fairy to go wait in a certain area. They would designate everyone by element before telling them what their actual jobs were. He tensed when she looked at the list again, but she called up someone called Amber instead. His nerves were firing off all over the place, his wings buzzing every now and then with discomfort. In the end he couldn't truly watch what happened with the girl up there, only knowing she was hard to help unlock and that it had become something along the lines of earth and minerals.

She called yet another name, his gaze casting to the floor to lock into his feet, his hands feeling sweaty even as she called someone who wasn't him. Despite what all he'd actually been through, this was by far one of the worst days of his life and he had yet to be called on. After only seconds of this building stress, he shoved his hands behind his back in an attempt to slow it down, gripping his arms tightly to force his head back up. Even as he did, his eyes closed and he let out a shaky breath, refocusing on the present.

A hand touched his shoulder and he flinched, only for another to touch the other shoulder. Slight panic made his eyes snap open to see who was grabbing him. Spark and Sett. A wave of relief washed over him thickly, soothing coldness spreading through his body. He could see in their expressions that they understood what was wrong, so he gave them a thankful nod, glancing at Clay who was looking at him like the guy was ready to beat up whatever was stressing his friend out like this.

It made him smile. Axel was finally getting the beginning of a panic attack to settle, at least to a manageable amount. He took a few deep breaths and waited, now a tad more confident knowing his friends were still with him. Even so, with his name called only moment later, he still jolted, feeling that rush of fear run through his body. He let it run. Using it, he made his legs move, taking a few steps forward before he used his shaky wings, knowing his legs felt too weak to take him the whole way. He landed on the raised platform right in front of his aunt, locking eyes with her before immediately looking away.

He couldn't stand being looked at so worriedly, even if it was only a split second. In the end he turned his back to her so she could get to his wings, looking at the wall to keep himself grounded. But then her voice echoed out to the room, "We're treated this season to a new color, possibly bringing in a new fairy element! Let us hold hope for our new friend and greet them among us no matter the result!" It was a traditional saying that had been said only a few times before, but her tone and the fact that it was him she was talking about, felt like someone was stabbing him from behind.

He choked on a breath, but just closed his eyes and balled his hands into fists, gritting his teeth. He would find out what sort of abomination he was today, and…he desperately hoped that maybe he was just an earth fairy, or had something actually useful. The problem…was that there weren't any elements left. When her hands touched his wings he flinched, the touch feeling cold, too cold. When she pulled his magic from his core and into his wings, it was like someone was pulling on strings attached to his organs. At the same time, it wasn't exactly painful, just exceedingly strange.

He peeked his eyes open and watched the glow from the wall, tensing as it started to dim out. When it finally stopped, there was a sort of shocked air among the crowds. A bit scared, especially after hearing his aunt mutter under her breath, he looked over his shoulder at his wings. They were…not showing any element at all. There were some jagged lines, zig zags, loops, and most prominently a sideways eight right where an element should be. Or at least it resembled one, but it was more like two rings looped through each other.

Even so, it still did not show an element. He watched as she silently motioned for an examination, a sort of pressure building up in his chest. His hands tightened even further as fists, his nails digging into his skin as his eyelids flittered just a bit faster. He narrowed his eyes after a few seconds, slowing down his blinking as he waited, fully on edge along with the entire tree full of fairies. He couldn't even watch as they brought a magic stone polished into a ball shape, wishing to measure his element with it and tell if he had usable magic at all.

The cold stone was pressed against the skin between his frail wings. The air was tense, every last person holding their breath and staring at the stone he couldn't see. After some time passed, there were murmurs spreading, a few of them sending spikes of anxiety through his body. The stone was removed and the fairy who'd been trying to measure it was half frozen, stuttering out, "I-it doesn't show anything! He has no element at all! His magic…it can't be used!"

Everyone feel deathly silent, but Axel felt some entirely different. Icy talons wrapped around his heart, a weight settling in his chest as tears fought their way to his blank face. Then all at once it struck, shock creating fear in everyone present. It took a few seconds of panic before some began shouting, asking if fairies were about to lose their magic, that he was cursed, some actually begging their own relatives would have magic and not end up like him. The last was quieter than the rest, but still present.

With the power only she had, the monarch commanded silence with a single glare, silencing the entire room with that on look. She faced them all. "Stop the dramatics! Keep the peace! There is still a symbol, it will mean something somewhere in our archives. We will be investigating this incident, and as of yet, I believe this is particular for only black haired fairies, of which Axel is the only one. Now, go stand over there and let's continue." She had a pained expression for a moment before it was buried under her usual iciness.

Axel couldn't respond. He was numb as he was led to a different spot, standing separate from everyone by quite a bit. His hands found the edge of his half jacket and clutched it like his life depended on it, becoming empty and blank as he zoned out entirely. After all of this time…there is no 'searching the archives', or they would have already done it. No. That stone never lied. And after all that stress, all of that heart stopping fear that his life would end and he could never explore again, he…had nothing.

It was almost laughable. It's hard to say if this outcome was better or worse. In the end, he didn't know what he'd been expecting at all. He actually nearly laughed, just standing there with his gaze cast downwards, only uncertainty blooming inside him. What job…does a fairy without magic even do? Would he remain an apprentice forever? He couldn't tell if that was good or not, knowing he'd be able to keep that freedom to explore, but also knowing he was now a true outcast. After all of that judgement growing up…nothing was going to compare to the aftermath of this discovery.

—

End chapter of the first g/t story I've done!

(will add links to the next chapters at the end of this once I get those uploaded)

/Mistake/ ->

[bomberqueen17]

weekend

the new post editor loves to have me type in the title and then take me immediately to the tags field. am i not meant to put any content in this. why are you like this. i won't know what to tag it until i've written it, will i? idk. idk.

it's only to be expected that i should have spent the weekend thoroughly useless, given all the givens, but i had many things i'd wanted to get done-- needed, in some cases-- and i'm incredibly annoyed by how much time i spent wandering around the house unable to focus. i didn't even get any sewing done, though i did cut out and assemble the paper pattern from PDF of the new puffer vest from Cashmerette, which I am going to make out of I think reclaimed dress-wool scraps that Dude's mom was given as a donation for her quilt guild and of course they quilt in cotton, so she gave it to me. They're not large enough scraps for me to make anything out of like a dress or trousers but they're perfect for this vest, which has smallish pattern pieces. And then I can quilt it.

I'm also back messing around with the 1.25" English paper piecing hexagons, which was a thing I got super into a couple of years back and recently found a bag full of. I stopped because Dude's aunt pointed out I was doing it wrong, but then I was like well, it's not wrong if it works, so. I don't know what to make with th. em. A quilted something. Also a puffer vest? I don't need two, I already own a number that fit acceptably. So I'm just going to keep collecting hexies I guess. A bag maybe. Who knows.

The poll-- I want a silk slipdress for layering while it's cold, whereas the wool trousers are actually-- well I'll have to make a muslin in ponte knit first, which I have some of in whatever that's usually made of. They're yoga pants. I still have to assemble the paper pattern. I should do a proper bracket of what's on my sewing docket, LOL.

I had, when I was frantically sewing lightweight linen dresses for Cartagena, been daydreaming that in those precious two weekends at home between that travel and the next travel-- I'm going to a ski place with MM and DF and the kids-- I'd knock out some kind of rad winter-wear, but then I had to travel last weekend too and now this past weekend I was a lump. so. That's not happening. BUT. If I get the puffer vest cut out, I can bring the pieces with me and hand-quilt it, which would be kind of fun and cool and cute I think?? Maybe?? So that's my new goal.

Failing that, i can just bring a huge pile of paper hexagons and a bunch of fabric and make more hexies for my eventual whatever-the-fuck-that-will-be project.

I had a new idea though, which was that a quilt-as-you-go series of embroidered panels that were the Pokedex would be really fun to make as a wall hanging for some kid. I don't think I could stay patient enough to do it in real life but I am enamored of the idea. This would be a case for machine embroidery if only I were good at that. And like, you could have some that were just the numbers like when you haven't seen them, and some that were just silhouettes, and some that were critters. It would be cute!

Maybe something small-scale, like a shoulder bag or something. We'll see what I manage, if I ever do-- it can go on the list with all the other things.

If I had a ton of free time I would also be making myself t-shirts that really fit, since I have that pattern, and I want to then print them as if I'd bought them various places, and I have a mile-long list of slogans I'd love to put on shirts. But I don't have that kind of time.

Anyway. There's another round of smubbles going and I'd love to say I'm cranking out fantastic works for it but I am still so stuck on writing, and making only the slowest progress if any at all. Bleh.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 3 – STUCKY FAVORITES

Hey, Asshole! A New York City Love story by bunnymaccool

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: T Words: 14,818 Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Hurt Bucky, Identity Porn

Summary: Bucky's running late for the bus and he's stuck in line behind some ridiculous shoulder to waist ratio bastard who's too busy flirting with the baristas to get his frickin' order in. After he tells the dude off, completely in his rights he feels, the damn oversized puppy-faced ass keeps following him around and trying to apologize. And okay, dude is hot like burnin', but Bucky just doesn't have the time or patience for soothing the wounded ego of some gymrat wannabe with an obsession for dressing like he's hiding from the mob and .... why are you laughing, Sam?

Reasons why I love it: This fic is – in my humble opinion – the best Stucky thing since sliced bread. Bucky as the grumpy veteran Newyorker and Steve with his golden retriever puppy love optimism are such a godtier combo, it makes me roll around clutching this fic to my chest. Add to that Identity Porn and hilarious cameos from the other Avengers, and you literally can't make this any better. No wait, there's hurt/comfort too?? Shut up and take my kudos!!

4 Minute Window by Speranza

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 24,127 Tags: Action, Surveillance, Happy Ending

Summary: "Look, if they catch me," Bucky muttered, "they're either going to kill me or they're going to put me in a box with a little window and—Steve, I can't."

Reasons why I love it: This fic, man, I can't even tell you. If you've been in this fandom for a while there's a good chance you know this one already, but I had to recommend it anyway, because my god, this fic is utter perfection. Not just Steve and Bucky either but every single character and all of their relationships are so well written. The ending makes me teary every time, and all the little details in it are just incredible. Seriously, if you haven't read this one yet, do it right now. Please.

Say it louder for the people in the back by redhook

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 14,864 Tags: Glory Hole, Sex Worker Steve, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: Steve operates a glory hole. One of his regulars starts to get under his skin.

Reasons why I love it: This. Fucking. Fic. Oh my god. It's so hot. Like, scorching, a billion degrees, could probably melt vibranium hot. Plus, the developing closeness between Bucky and Steve is so fucking precious to see, and watching how Bucky slowly opens up is just beautiful. I love this fic so much, oh my god, you HAVE to read it!!

Lonesome no more by dharmashark

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 7,539 Tags: Wakanda, Touch-Starved, First Time

Summary: “Uh, Steve?” Steve’s eyes snap open. He pulls back, bracing to be reminded that this isn’t something they do. Instead, Bucky slurs, “D’you…have a beard?” — A post-cryo, pre-Nomad interlude.

Reasons why I love it: Steve and Bucky rediscovering themselves and each other while they're making up for lost time? Hell fucking yes. The feels are strong in this one, it's so tender and raw. Feels almost a bit like a character study, what with how true it reads to the characters. I really love this one, please go and check it out!

offer me that deathless death by canistakahari

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 10,656 Tags: Groundhog Day, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Bucky dies for the first time in February of 1945, and then he dies again, and again, and again. It doesn't stick, but he can't find a way out, either.

Reasons why I love it: Pain. I am in pain. But happy pain? I don't even know. Bucky's desperation is so real towards the end, and I'm in awe of the whole concept of the fic, as to what the trigger for the whole timeloop actually is. Plus, the epilogue at the end owns my entire heart. Please go and read this one, you won't regret it!

[teejaystumbles]

Ok, so I got tagged by @dsudis @tj-dragonblade @issylra and @landwriter, thank you so much guys for thinking of me!! <3

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Ok so this is newest to oldest.

yesterday is but today's memory (tomorrow is today's dream)

About the past I can say very little. Something fell down from the sky, glass, metal, bits… squashing me. And then - nothing. A blank. Eventually the sun will set and this universe will run down like a toy spring is unwound. Then there’ll be no more music, no more loops, nothing to recreate, no buildings to renovate, no people to rehearse how to freeze, how to move. For now though the clouds will part and something will fall down - turning, returning, heading back, getting nearer. Here I am, reborn and waiting. Again. (The first lines are actually quoted from the movie Remainder with only a slight adjustment on my part, but these are the first lines, so...)

2. Flatter the mountain tops

Dream smells the humans before he hears them. They are coming up the mountain, a dozen of them. He stiffens and stretches his limbs. He’d been asleep a long time and only awoke a day ago because he felt hungry. He had refused to move immediately though. He rarely sees the need to do anything quickly. There is always time, after all. Now the scent of the approaching humans sours his slow awakening and forces him to get up.

3. Be my Valentine (a coda to Storms of Life)

Hob sighed as he pulled another colorful card out of a sepia envelope. It was one of several Adam had brought him this morning with a cheeky grin. Hob sat the card on the mantelpiece with the others and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. There was a rustling of cloth behind him as he prepared the tea. “What is the meaning of this?”

4. Pull down the stars

Hob dreams. He thinks so, at least. His dreams always have a certain soft feeling to it, the lack of sharp edges or certain stimuli, like he’s watching himself from inside his body and through another layer of skin, making everything muffled and quieter than when he is awake. So when he steps through the blackness that surrounds him and marvels at the feeling of being in a hall of huge dimensions but without actually seeing or hearing anything, he is pretty sure he’s dreaming. As his eyes adjust to the darkness he sees that there are stars under his feet and in the dark around him. Is he in space? He’s not wearing a spacesuit though and the floor under his feet is hard. He realises that the lights under his feet are reflections of the galaxies above him. Awed he continues onwards, slowly, watching the lights. Two stars shine brighter than the others. He heads their way, keeping his eyes on their white glow. One cannot reach the stars by walking.

5. A Friendly Heart

Dream of the Endless sat on the stairs of his throne and mulled over the last reports he had received. The dreamers were acting strange lately. Nightmares thrived more than usual, finding new and awful inspiration in their host’s minds. Additionally the dreamers seemed to grow in number, filling all the places of the Dreaming. He had heard many a voice asking him to create new places for sleepers to go because the dreams were overflowing with them. As if there were more and more humans, craving sleep… A hoarse throat was cleared loudly and Dream sighed wearily. “The audience has ended for today, Mervyn. I will receive no-one else.” “Boss, actually, I think you’ll want to receive this one.”

6. The Storms of Life

"Fuck!" Hob swears loudly as his stranger's back fades into the dark. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He spins around, walks back in the direction of the Inn, then turns again and hurries after him, but when he rounds the corner his stranger is nowhere to be found. Hob rakes his fingers through his hair and lets out a frustrated whine. "No no no... Please come back. I didn't...I just..." He stops himself begging the empty street for answers and heaves a shuddering sigh. A scraping sound makes him turn but there is no-one to be seen. Dejected he makes his way back to the Inn. He still has to settle the bill. Might as well have another drink or three.

7. November - Your frozen hands are so much like mine

Winter has come to London, in mostly rain and slush rapidly turning to mud. Real snow is a rarity these days. So when Hob wakes up to light from his window that he distinctly associates with daylight on snow, he is grinning before he has even sat up in bed. The snow is a measly thing, barely covering the ground, but Hob is elated nonetheless, especially because it is still snowing, and continues throughout the whole day. His colleagues and pupils are less enthusiastic, grumbling about the weather messing with transport and how it’s too early in the year to be this cold. Hob disagrees and joyfully goes about his day at school. When he finally calls it a day in the late afternoon and steps out into the brisk air he inhales deeply, still smiling. It’s getting dark fast but Hob takes his time on his walk home, enjoying the clear cold air and the scrunch of thinly iced over snow under his shoes. When he nears the New Inn he spots a tall dark shape loitering in the twilight under the tree opposite. His smile blooms into a grin again and he gives a shy wave with one hand. The man under the tree slowly lifts his hand in a gesture of greeting.

8. October - Full of the Love You Want

Dream stands outside the New Inn and stares in through the window, watching the man sitting at the table in the corner, bowed over paperwork. Dream is trying to compose himself and has been doing so for several minutes. It is a heady feeling, to have the love of Hob Gadling. Dream knows he has it. The knowing is almost unbearable. He had known the other man’s regard for him had always been high, and had outgrown simple friendly appreciation by 1789 at the latest. Yet, after their abrupt parting in 1889 – all Dream’s fault, he is not too proud to admit – and his subsequent absence, he would not have been surprised if Hob’s feelings for him had abated or changed into something less fond.

9. Tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy

The Lord of the Dreaming returns to his castle and to his rooms. He didn’t want to end the evening with Hob so early, but for his safety it is the wiser choice. He acknowledges his feelings grudgingly. Talking, nay, bantering with Hob…it has been amusing, pleasant… and he did not wish to leave. He hopes the man did get home safely. Dream steps up to a mirror in his room and with a flick of his finger the mirror is showing him Hob Gadling. He is alone in a bedroom. So he did get home safely. Dream sighs.

10. Spiritstalker

Listen. Hob Gadling dreams. He is in a dark stone basement. Moonlight through a skylight far above illuminates a broken glass sphere, large enough to hold a man. There is a creature inside it, crouching between shards of glass. Hob steps closer, fascinated. The creature looks like a man, yet is not. Its limbs are impossibly long, its skin is white as marble and stretched tightly over visible bones. Its face is a face Hob has beheld only a handful of times but would know how to draw with his eyes closed, if he had any talent for such things.

So! These are all pretty long, sorry but I felt cutting it off shorter would sound weird! I'm sure everyone I know has been tagged, anyway I tag @moorishflower @pellaaearien @dancinbutterfly @delta-pavonis @violetequus8 and @maybemalapert

[angelsrecs]

YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY by hatsuna

Completed | T | 23k

Main tags: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Getting Together, Alternate Universe- Asian Americans, High School, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

“What unites both generations [OF ASIAN AMERICANS], Eng and Han suggest, is a kind of linguistic lack, a missing vocabulary—a paucity of stories that they might tell themselves about where they are going, and what it would mean to feel whole.”

Kiyoomi Sakusa has spent the last seventeen years believing he is boring. He has never met anyone inclined to challenge this belief.

c/w: self-harm, blood, implied child abuse

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The main reason I love this fic so much is because sakusa is so relatable in this fic. One of the central themes of this fic is the “Asian American experience” and cultural dissonance. I’m a second (and 1/2 I guess? My mom moved when she was a kid, my dad was born here) generation Chinese Canadian and it was like sakusa was written just to remind me of my experiences.

This bring me into my first favourite scene:

“But when we were talking just now, you said Kiyomi, which is wrong. You're missing a vowel. You're missing the other 'o.'"

"Am I?" Kiyoomi asks, the shame returning, the pebble in his belly expanding into a stone.

"Yeah, you sure are." Atsumu's eyes are far away, but his voice reaches a hand down Kiyoomi's throat and tugs.

It comes up green.

I don’t know any Chinese—mandarin or cantonese—like I should. When I was a child I was put into Chinese school; my Saturday’s were spent learning mandarin (because my parents thought it would be more useful for my future) instead of the Cantonese my parents knew. When I was in grade 1, full of resentment of having an extra day of school unlike my other friends, when my mandarin homework was too difficult for my parents to help me with, I begged my parents to let me stop. As a last ditch effort they put me into the Cantonese equivalent of my grade level and I just remember being so confused and hopeless that class. I never had to go again after that. Now I can’t even write my own name anymore and during family gatherings I say hello and look to my parents to translate for me when they inevitably as the usual How old are you now? How’s school going? When the subject comes up on why I don’t know Chinese I tend to blame my parents Why didn’t you speak it at home when I was younger? Why did you put me in mandarin classes? but in all honesty it’s my fault for giving up. I think about that a lot. Back to the point, I had some other Chinese friends ask what my Chinese name and when I said it there were some laughs about what it sounded like (wash hair). I’m pretty sure it’s because of my pronunciation (because canto and mandarin shouldn’t be that different); anyways, this scene really struck home.

I don’t know anything about OCD other than what was put in a chapter of my into to psychology class, but I think hatsuna does an incredible writing Sakusa’s OCD. I appreciated how they included definitions in the diagnosis scene, as well as how we see his experience full frontal during the fic.

Also I’m a sucker for words as a motif so when humanity/being alive is repeated throughout this fic it felt a punch to the stomach (this is a good thing) every time.

Kiyoomi remembers the rush of heat he felt in his cheeks at this declaration—the unshakable understanding that he was human. It simmered in his stomach for a long, long time. 

Because a name means you are real. A name means you are real. 

[movies] are a form of proof that yes, we were human, and yes, we were here.

Another thing I loved in this fic is the way hatsuna writes relationships, platonic or romantic.

I loved how the author also explored sakusas relationship with his mother (oh god here comes another tangent). My mom is a 1st Gen immigrant and while she didn’t move on her own (let alone move for me like in this fic), if I think about her childhood too much I get kinda weepy. She moved because of the Vietnam war and to keep it short, I know I’m extremely privileged to be in the position I am. She doesn’t talk much about that time (to me or to my dad either I’m pretty sure), but I heard one story from my aunt is how she fell off the boat when travelling from Vietnam. My mom has always been afraid of water.

One of the things I get on my fyp the most on tiktok is clips of people’s podcasts (sorry they’re kinda good and I’ve found some nice ones this way) and I remember 2 clips really vividly; they were from 2nd gen immigrants talking about their parents and the sacrifices they made and the guilt & gratitude that comes with it. I think that’s more of the angle this fic takes.

She’s out cold before Kiyoomi can tell her that he knows. That he knows monsters and martyrs are two sides of the same coin, that perhaps mothers are the closest thing humans will ever get to angels. 

Regarding the relationship between sakusa & atsumu, I wouldn’t say this is a slow burn, but we get these wonderful snippets of their development with this snapshot style of writing which takes me to my other favourite parts of this fic

The chuckle his partner lets out flutters like butterfly wings; it kisses him on the cheek. And just like that—all liquid gold and lavender—it dawns on Kiyoomi that Atsumu embodies happiness. Miya Atsumu is joy itself.

“What word were you assigned for the project again?” Kiyoomi starts exporting his video. “Happiness,”

"Love," Maria repeats, her eyes still glued to her true-tone screen. She's rereading her script one last time, checking for spelling errors before she submits it. "I thought your word was love."

Note: I cut out a few section of this last scene so it’s more succinct

Author does such a good job balancing the romance aspect and the more.. character study aspect (not quite sure how to word it). Like I said this isn’t quite a slow burn because I don’t feel the type of tension that’s associated with the tag, their development is more like a flow of water that builds up to the confession scene between the two.

For anyone else who has felt like a part of them has been missing due to being raised outside of their home country, YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY will lay you bare in the best way possible.

[maggot-monger]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and  share anyway.

thank you for tagging me @archangelsammy @quietwingsinthesky and @angededesespoir!!! sorry for the delay in actually doing this x_x

The Harrow (gabriel & lucifer, unfinished, anticipated to be T and ~4.5k): “You will die for this, Lucifer,” Gabriel warns. To his knowledge, he is the first to say it outright.

lemon eyes (gabriel/lucifer, unfinished, anticipated to be E and ~3.5k): So, look. Things change.

Poker Face (dean/gabriel as the trickster, E, 6.6k): Colleges have some of the weirdest architecture of any of the places they visit.

a dickle pickle (gabriel/michael, E, 3.6k): One of the funniest aspects of this whole gracelessly-living-in-human-bodies predicament is the fact that Michael has penis problems.

a change of skin (gabriel & raphael, T, 4.4k): Michael is wearing one shoe and standing by the front door. The other shoe from the pair is in Gabriel’s hand.

chain, keep us together (gabriel/lucifer, M, 900): Michael is kissing your mouth.

The Stanford Jailcell Experiment (sam/lucifer, T, 3.4k): Brady’s shirt ripples a V between his shoulder blades, his hands in front of him loosely gripping the bars of the Palo Alto overnight holding cell. 

what's that one love language called again? (gabriel&/raphael, E, 4.2k): The oven isn’t actually broken, like they assumed. Some idiot just put the dial on wrong, so it claims it’s baking at an innocent temperature while it incinerates the bread dough Raphael went out and bought a freaking food scale to make. 

Choosing My Confessions (adam/nick, T, 10.4k): The kid’s feet are up on the dashboard cruising north on I-25. 

Dust Thou Art (lucifer/nick, T, 1.8k): It is a strange thing to walk the Earth envesseled. Every sensation feels raw, limited, and foreign in a way nothing on the material plane does when experienced in angelic true form. 

tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it! i am super out of the loop on what is going on lately but PLEASE tag me and say i tagged you if you end up doing it bc i really want to see what people are up to :')

[tare-anime]

I posted 2,328 times in 2022

That's 178 more posts than 2021!

83 posts created (4%)

2,245 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 2,326 of my posts in 2022

#spy x family - 2,202 posts

#yor forger - 1,390 posts

#loid forger - 1,320 posts

#anya forger - 883 posts

#twiyor - 596 posts

#lol - 134 posts

#loiyor - 98 posts

#damian desmond - 79 posts

#bond forger - 73 posts

#yuri briar - 73 posts

Longest Tag: 62 characters

#please i really want to see them cooperate at the same mission

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My mutuals said that the t shirt Yor is wearing might be Loid's.

Considering it is several sizes too big for Yor, and she's the one doing family laundry.... it is possible that she might be accidentaly (or not) having Loid's shirt on her pile of clothes. 👀

(Or maybe incidents like in Crow's fic happened)

Anyway, I really like the idea that during her bad days, Yor finds comfort in using Loid's clothes, and Loid just let her have them.

Loid just hug her already, smh 😫😫😫😫

744 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#4

One day in the angsty future of SxF.....

At the very first moment Loid and Yor's identity got revealed....

These sentences from them will hit different.

Twilight already know that he cannot involved his feelings, but he can't help it.

See the full post

750 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

Been rereading SxF mission 59 for several times now, and I still can't stop laughing.

Especially in this TwiYor misunderstandings.

I believe Becky said this line with "suggestive tones"

Resulting Loid to spit his tea, and the man sweating bullets. He was so afraid that Yor caught the suggestive meaning, and made suggestive scenario that Loid was cheating or be a pedophile or something like that in her mind.

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990 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

I love the development of Yor's character that can be seen from her interaction with Loid and Anya when she got injured.

Yor's job already makes her more prone to injury, but she also has a tendency to abuse her own body to endure the hardest hit as long as she achieve her goals.

Still, she will cover her injuries as best as she can, because she doesn't want to worry or doesn't want to tell her family anything.

Back at extra mission 2, when her guard was still high:

She completely shot down further inquiries from Loid, and run to her room, and tried her best to act that everything's fine at the following day. Completely avoiding the subject by any means necessary.

At chp 56, she did cover her injuries well, but when Loid noticed her swolen face, she just relay excuses, and didn't try to run away from the subject.

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1,061 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

With Spy x Family anime started to air, the fandom gain more people!! I’m so happy!!

For those want to read fics, we do have lots of awesome fanfics that you can find at AO3.

As for my own works, if you adore TwiYor (LoiYor or Loid x Yor) as much as I do, and want to read them you can go to my AO3 profile. 

Please beware of Manga spoilers if you’re only watching the Anime.

Here are some of my own favorites: 

Steps of Spending The Rest of My Life With You (series)

Tales of Mr. and Mrs. Forger (drabble collections)

Daily Shenanigans of 128 Park Avenue's Resident (Slice of Life collections)

A Flower Without Scent that Attracts The Birds (Jealous Loid!! love the trope!)

The Greatest Things Happened in My life (An AU where Yor was the one who adopted Anya first)

EDIT: whoah, never expected this post to gain this much attention. Anyway, I put several links to my all time sxf TwiYor favorite fics from my favorite authors (so I will not sound like someone who boast her own writing and have no shame, though I am 😛)

Everything written by Lacrow are amazing. These are my favorites though:

Papa's ex Girlfriend (Loid had to deal with the sudden reapearance of Karen from chp./ep. one, and keep the Forger family intact)

Forged in Fire (Medieval RPG AU)

Under Your Spell (Witch Yor and Anya, with Knight Loid and Damian AU)

Forger's first Halloween (series)

Mission Files: Family Forger (one shots collection)

The Wicked Tale of the Thorn Princess (a Fairy Tale AU) by JaMills

Your Sweet lips on My lips (8 kisses to fall in love) by Peachygirlie

Mission Complete (what happen at the end of Operation Strix) by Arthurthegatekeeper

Words, Scars, and Choices (Soulmate AU) by Arthurthegatekeeper

A Little Less Than Superhuman (Loid was sick, and Yor took care of him) by Cellwright

Chance Encounter (Eden AU) by smallestsenpai

May I (Loid and Yor dancing) by smallestsenpai

If Your heart was a House You'd be home (LoiYor hurt comfort) by calmthestorm

Mending what's Broken (Identity reveal) by LittlestFallenAngel

Of Glass and Smoke (LoiYor hurt comfort/nightmare) by Pokegeek151

Keeping secrets just to keep you (Identity reveal AU) by dancingpineaples

Scared of Loosing something that I finally found (Loid saving his family) by cloesh_scribbles

I want to lean on you in drunkness (drunk Yor, Loid took care of her) by coloredice

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4,158 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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