#lancer drabble

[no-future-mudwasps]

Local_Storage_Only: Palliative

“How nearby are those DOJ ships, again?”

Loulou Greeves sounded tired. It was hardly the first time. Of everyone on Jeweled Wings About, of all that paltry crew, she generally did the least— said little, acted infrequent, moved about the ship like a ghost. It came with a tacit understanding; she was the oldest of the group, and by two reckonings. She had seen the most, and not just of action. The crone was let to sleep. But the last thirty hours had not been kind to anyone, and least of all (nearly) to her.

The sandwiches had barely helped morale.

“Mm, by now?” The poor sap matching her in clock-in time rubbed her eyes. “A hectohour or so, synchronous-burn. There’s momentum behind those things. We should be fine.”

“Wrong idea. We may need help.”

Saleh sat her elbows in the exposed chest of the patient, leant over the grinning face. “You said this is your area. Moreover— I am *not* sounding the horn when there’s chance we could be board. If it gets bad, I will just… constrain it better.”

“I am thrice a thief.” The crone, so dimmed in her eyes, somehow scowled deeper. “Kilo Nueve. My own bodyself. Your immortal. For all this what I have is a bathysphere learning— a glass pressed through the surface. We are now immersed, as was he.”

“And what did he see? What was down there?”

“Sickness.”

“We’ve done sick.”

“Then he is worse. He loves sickness.”

“Loulou I am about to suffer a stroke if you push my dataplating worse, put down your oracles and be helpful!”

It wasn’t a kind blow. Neither was the goading. No apology exchanged. Neither of them could see one another’s worlds.

It was just… that it had been a long night.

Still, for the corpse, and for her friend, and for her friend— Loulou tried.

“…Heuristics. The ways he seeks. These are our problems because he is a smart person, and a sad one.”

This garnered something closer to concession from Saleh. She clicked her tongue, and thought. Scarified the left arm (it was too eager). Finally, she spoke.

“Are we with a time bomb, then? If he begins to outstrip the heuristic boundaries he’s made—”

“Perhaps not. That clock is yours to make, thank the Monists. More hoops to jump through, more obvious warning signs. Remove one limb and let the other work twice as hard.”

Sal looked at the body. There already wasn’t much there— skeleton in a straitjacket, eaten to pieces. There was precious little fat, but it was there.

“So I will want to know just how aggressive the change is. She deserves dignity.”

“Dignity may kill,” she warns, but relents. Somewhere behind the dead eyes lights some warmth, some pose shifts in a way only her team would see. Her team would always see it. “I’ll do my best. The poltergeist might obscure the test, but it’s worth it.”

“…He wouldn’t actually kill us, right? I know I designed the worst-case but…”

“He will care too much to save everyone.”

Then they removed your arm, and woke you up.

[tac0tesseract]

Time Split

((Edit: Tumblr keeps eating the time-split formatting so I'm putting it in as an image instead fhejrkfhjkehjk ))

“Try it on me.”

“I will not.”

“But I have to understand.” Emma grinned, holding her arms out to the side as if needing to make herself a larger target somehow mattered here. “I can't get better at this if I can't think the way that you do.”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You know that's not how it works.”

“I knooooowwww, but I can at least do my best to get as close as possible. That's why we're such a good team! I do the 3D-thinking, you do the 4D, and by our powers combined…”

The smile grew. “We're invincible.”

“Yes!”

Sam sighed, though the smile remained, and he paced a little upon his projection pad. She got the sense he'd be pacing the room if he could; that he'd love nothing more than to move around so freely. It was an existence he did his best not to think about – genuinely desiring the orderly reprieve his chains brought him, while fiercely lamenting their limits. Emma wanted to do more research on how to extend his reach, but she knew that particular search history would not go unnoticed – or appreciated – on their network. Queen was giving her enough grief over Sam as it was.

“Very well,” Sam said at last. “But if I sense even a mote of discomfort, I'm returning you to normal.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Of course it's going to be uncomfortable. I'm a monkey! You've gotta give me time to get used to it.”

That seemed to amuse him. The flowing nebula of his hair rippled in what she'd come to know was his silent laughter. Without further ceremony, Sam extended a hand to her with his fingers pinched together. And when he opened them

It was in that instant that her own startled will kicked in, and Emma somehow snapped herself back into one piece. She sat on the floor like she'd just fallen down the stairs and stared up at him moon-eyed. His arms were still extended as if he'd meant to catch her. Sam slowly straightened. His hair went wild.

“Well that's new.”

“Have you ever used it on a person before?”

“You know how I'm going to answer that.”

Right. Never ask 'have you ever' of a Didymos.

~*~

It was a strange memory to recall in this moment, but Emma couldn't help it – not as she watched the truck-bomb split with that same telltale static that had once enveloped her. She hadn't asked Sam to do it; he'd simply deemed it necessary, knowing full well the weight of the payload it carried and how many lives depended on it. She braced for the question as to why there were two trucks now. Feren was the only other person here who wasn't spooked by NHPs; probably better to blame the time-split on the Lich and call it a day.

That sent her mind sliding elsewhere, to their earlier conversation – to the idea that she had apparently sent herself a warning from a reality where Sam wasn't there. Emma supposed that there was a timeline where Boss hadn't acquired a Didymos, either because he couldn't or didn't want to, but – surely that was a reality where either Sai got the Lich like he was supposed to, or Emma was too batshit to send herself a warning in the first place. No...the only thing that made sense was that she had somehow lost Sam in that failed timeline. And that thought...that thought made her ill.

Can't trust her...

Was the warning about Sam's killer?

“Argh. Focus...” she muttered at herself, drawing a concerned side-glance from his projection.

“Emma?”

“I'm fine. Careful with the time stuff, though. These guys aren't like our home crew, they're...kinda jumpy about it.”

“I'm not worried.”

She chuckled. “Clearly.”

He turned to her screens, as if he had the physical need to look at them. “Got the virus loaded? I'll help you deliver it. Not expecting much, but I'd still like to see whoever's in there try to keep pace with me.”

“Ooooh, I do like when you get like that, though.” Emma was suddenly glad her helmet was on, so he couldn't see how red she was.

It was a welcome distraction, though.

Over six hundred and thirty people were relying on them.

Once this started, it would be utter pandemonium.

She couldn't afford to think too much right now.

[combatdrillcucknomancer55]

Under Pressure: A Scarecrow Burns.

My mech is on fire.

Tick. 

Sirens blare inside my cockpit. The screens have melted into technicolour sludge as my reactor core overheats. On my console the analogue counter blips downwards, five seconds until the emergency shutdown triggers. Next to it is the override lever, I can pull it and let it burn. 

Tick.

I’m horrible under pressure. I sweat, I stammer, my hands shake with fear and words fall out of my mouth like broken teeth. As a clone I was never made to last, my cells spin to the expiry date stamped into my dna. 

Tick. 

But I am the calmest I've ever been. I know my enemy is near. I know I have one choice to make. One end. Destiny has never been clearer. And so I utter my last words. The heat reduces my team-members' desperate cries to static. 

Tick. 

I break the glass and pull the lever. To the child with the universe in her hands, perhaps she will give love a chance. What follows is white-hot noise and then oblivion. 

[xuchiya]

"photograper" || drabble || park seonghwa

park seonghwa. the sophisticated, formal and world-business and philanthropist man known to this generation. he is young to be successful, but age does not choose its successor but yourself.

hence, with all the trophy, money and luxury in his hands, a woman is his least item in his hands. he had respect for love and biggest respect for woman he come across (even with the greediness and the aura of gold digger), he ends them with respect.

that's why no one can speak ill about him.

and here you are, with your headphones on, a nikkon camera sling on your shoulder and a laptop on your lap. you are free-lancer, a woman with many dreams. you like reading, you like writing, you like painting, you like so many things that you wanted to achieve them even with the smallest amount of money couldn't stop you.

that is until you spoke too soon.

you are indeed a free-lancer yet things still stop you from reach your dreams except for the bills.

and here you are, with your headphones on, a nikkon camera sling on your shoulder and a laptop on your lap, looking for a cheaper apartment that you could stay for a while.

"fuck ... i am so sorry!" a spilled of coffee were on your laptop. you watch in horror how it sparks and the screen died, how your hopes died along with it.

you cried. banging your head on the table, the person who spilled the drink glance at you then to the curious crowd. they lean down, trying to stop you from crying, "hey hey .. i can pay for it."

"t-that's my only hope of getting a job or pay my bills ..." you rose your head, turning towards the person only to be left starstruck. seonghwa who didn't notice the space between you two before he pulls away, face slightly red but composed.

"w-well to make it up to you, i'll hand you a new one or ... maybe i can help you with a job. as my compensation for wrecking your device." seonghwa notice the camera on your neck.

an idea came in his mind.

and that is how he found himself, in a studio, lights everywhere and camera flashing with new poses. you, as his new and personal photographer, checks from the big screen if the angle is good or not.

"that's good. let's take a break!" few staffs thank you as they went outside to take a breather while his make-up artist re-touch his makeup. you lean on the table, checking the photos until you felt a presence in front of you.

you look up and smile, placing the camera down before throwing your arms around his neck. his coat, draping around his broad shoulders, fell from his shoulder yet your instinct were fast. you caught it on time and place it back on his shoulder.

"hi honey." you shake your head but your cheeks were flaring. seonghwa has a big effect on you, from his hair, down to his pouty lips down to his broad ass shoulder that you can imagine throwing your legs on them, to his body proportion and down to his glory.

you have seen them. being a personal photographer to the well-known man has its perks.

"hi." with a yank, you pulled him down by his coat and smashed your lips on him. your relationship isn't a secret to the others afterall, it was about time he settles down.

your lips interlock on one another, a surprise left your lips when his hands run down your back to your ass, gripping them on his hand and giving it a squeeze. he had you mushy and whimpering.

he picks you up and places you on top of the table, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips before he pecks your lips again and again, "seonghwa ... stop we're in public and we have to finish your photoshoot. hongjoong has to arrange-- ah~!"

you were cut off when he grips the fabric of your fish-net stockings and heard it rip. you look down to see around your underwear.

"hey ... i like this fish-net" you can see him rolling his eyes before he undo his belt, your eyes widen looking around the studio if any of the staffs came back.

"i gave them an hour and a half break..."

with a thud, his pants pool around his ankle and your legs were on each side of his waist and around on one of your ankles is your panty hanging, "why?" you ask, knowing fully well why.

he smirks, his other hand jerking his cock before leaning towards you. his tips nudging your clit a few times, you grind on him, mouth gape open in pleasure.

"oh .. so i could hear you scream for me and maybe .. take a couple pictures of you and me." with a wink, he thrust in one swift motion.

[spam-extemporal]

I was thinking about a prompt/drabble I read a while ago (but I haven't been able to find it, if anyone knows pls tag me T-T) and I made a whole story in my head so, here it is

It had all gone to utter shit, he had reached the point where he couldn't even tell if it was day or night outside. It might also have to do with being buried beneath all the rubble, but he didn't think floating up would help, not like he wanted to try again after last time.

Outside was... A mess, after the portal destabilized, an explosion had covered the entire town, he had felt every single death deep inside his soul, from his parents, to his friends, Lancer, Dash, Valerie, one by one, it was the most painful thing he had ever felt, fractions of a second stretch out into decades, each one of them dying and carrying a fraction of his soul with them.

He didn't even know how he had survived, his human half could have died, and he was too scared of that possibility to even try to shift onto that form, even as phantom some wounds still remained, his healing had helped with the worst of it, but the damage to his core was bad, and after a while his body had stopped healing.

The worst of it came with the tremors, he was completely unable to feel warmth anymore, the cold seeped deep into his bones, making his joints ache, frost emanating from his body and covering the tiny hole that was once Jazz's room, he had tried to call back the ice in the beginning, but instead of helping it had gone out of control, he could feel the snow covering the ground outside like it was part of his body, and it made him all the more scared about going up.

He could feel when curious eyes tried entering the town, heavy footsteps trailing the borders to try and investigate the sudden disappearance of life, he was always able to make them go away, as hurt as he was his only defense was making his aura as scary as he could, adrenaline flaring up and making it as oppressive as possible, it was enough to drive them away, but it left him utterly exhausted and unable to move for a while.

It was that exhaustion that made it dangerous, he could feel someone approaching, and he was defenseless against them.

[theangrycomet-art]

First Meeting: Himmel Lancer

Stasis, as usual, evaded her as she pressed deeper into the icy wall. Her frames creaking protests did little to rival the constant buzz of her cell door, but it was something. That buzz was her sole companion in this prison and she was certain that it was intentionally designed to drive the prisoners insane.

With that, it was either make your own noise or strain your audials to listen for ANY. OTHER. SOUND. 

This was easier done when their were other prisoners to shout at- had the Autobot architects had any sense they would have soundproofed the cells but that would imply Autobots allowed they’re expendable to think- but that was neither here nor there.

Still, she didn’t bother to online her optics at the faint hiss of the doors. Nor did she bother to raise her helm steadily louder pede-steps, even as they ended before her cell door. These were far too deep to be any of the nasty little mini bots assigned to ensure none of them starved to death… or offed themselves. A heavy gaze settled on her frame, but the silence stretched alongside the buzzing until it was clawing at her.

“Take a holo-scan, it’ll last longer.” Her vocalizer finally rasped out, glitched and warped in places from disuse. Internally grimacing, she bit back a gag.

“Will it now?” Hummed her visitor, amused. Harrumphing, she pointedly returned to ignoring him.

Unfortunately, the mech seemed to take her warning as an invitation.

“So… You're the seeker Ambus is all wrapped around the axel about. Himmel Lancer, was it?”

The seeker cracked her optics open lazily, crimson lights burned coldly as they cut through the dimly lit cell, landing on her visitor. Dragging her gaze across his form, they narrowed at his silhouette. Still, she slowly sat up, the jagged shards of her chest plate shuddering in and out of place, exposed wires sparking for the effort.

“It was.” Gripping her berth with her good hand, the metal creaked as she spat. “Though thanks to your esteemed Magnus, I don’t believe that designation will fit any more.” 

What remained of her left servo waved towards the stumps of her shattered wings. 

“Lancer then.” He corrected easily, earning an eye roll.

“Sure. Why not?” Lancer shrugged, joints popping in and out of their sockets as she forced them to relax. Tilting her helm at her visitor, her optic twitched. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing these games?”

“Oh one is never too old for games.” The mech countered cheerfully. “Though I doubt you’d like to play. No, I’m here because I’d like to offer you a proposition.”

Little Drabble on Lancer’s backstory and WOW I need to work on my writing- I’m rusty af lmao.

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[kit-williams]

Masterlist

Hi decided to actually make a masterlist because it's probably for the best.

Things to know: I will write from a mainly female pov/perspective and it will for the most part be monogamous hetro relationships (in the terms of genitals) I won't do fxf or mxm or trans because that's not how I grew up and I'm god awful at writing homosexual sex (genderbend I can do) Another no: Adultry/cheating/spouse(or partner) thievery

Asks are open

Come buy me a coffee

Number of asks waiting to be answered: 15

My Ao3 (I havent updated a story on there since like 2016 I'm scared to even let ya'll see it but I might post the AU on there)

So I mainly write Halo, Runescape, and Warhammer 40k but here I've only been posting my Warhammer 40k and D&D au

So expect a lot of polls because it helps focus my ADHD ass

Also Fanart is ALWAYS allowed! Just Tag me!

PLACE WHERE YOU CAN ASK TO BE PUT ON TAG LIST

Poll Storage Pheromone Spray part 2 First Kiss part 3 WIP poll Help momrad focus on what to write Ones ready to be typed Adhd helper poll

WIPs

Stuff that's not on the masterlist will usually be listed with #momrad's drabbles or #momrad's blurbs

Warhammer 40k

The D&D AU

The Yandere Black Templar and Flesh Tearer

The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist

Story Vault until I know where to put these stories/how to categorize them

This is not Canon mini masterlist

Primarchs masterlist

Leandros

Eyes of the Emperor

Alone Together

No Prayer at Midnight

Warhammer Fantasy

Dangerous Druchii pending

Warhammer 40k & COD

The COD Integration mini-masterlist

Demon Prince/Bloodthirster Graves

The 40k au

How does Horangi spend the thrones? Horangi focused

Lieblings König focused

Spirit Halloween Ghost focused

Hey Kiddo Price focused

Where do babies come from reply

Hail to the King Black Templar König

Everyone is space elves

COD

The mud pit cope fic

Hot Chocolate cope fic König focused

Missing the Bairn cope fic Soap focused

Zombie cope fic Ghost focused

He scares me Nikto focused happens before the Soap one

It's a wonderful life CODHoliday2023 fic angst-comfort Ghost

Age hcs/boys ages

Random romantic thing I wrote

Tanz mit mir Regency Au songfic

Halo

Most of it is on my Ao3

Random

The eventual bringing over that one non con I wrote pending

I have to edit it

The #I wrote something for my tumblr can help too

Sentience base off of lancer but I really just like the Balor

Baby fluff

barn anon/Tales from the Barn/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience

I will rename this when I can sit and think of better titles for them

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Plot Beats

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Mini Master List

51 more Space Marine Husbandry Sentience & Tales from the Barn

Hey Look another Space Marine Husbandry Mini Masterlist

A Salamander's hoard 2

Lorgar in Husbandry

Palion Dancing

Of the same coin

Reverse Husbandry AU

Reverse Husbandry Gabriel

Reverse Husbandry Headcanon

Reverse Husbandry Emperor

Sanguinius and Glitter

Gabriel and his sick human

Human Husbandry?

Primarchs in the reverse world

Gaius flees

Judgement from the Lord of Iron

Seeing things

Konrad Returns

Aurora and Guilliman

Funny stuff/Fan art

Ovaries Stolen meme

Fan art by bispecsual

Blood Angel Gabriel meme

ZUL by moodymisty

Angron Post Surgery expression

Fan art by c-u-c-koo anon of Plague Witch

Apollo and Dodgeball

Plague Witch part 2 by c-u-c-koo anon

Apollo by greenarsonist

Aurora by greenarsonist

Marine Meat Monday Zul by moodymisty

Penelope and Peterbunbun by Egrets-not-regrets

Fluffuary

Fluffuary master list

Fluffuary rules

MerMay

Story list

Living Waters au fic

[v-writes]

Howdy! I'm Valen!

I started this side blog ages ago as an attempt to have a place to post what I had written, and despite being able to reread the posts talking about posting something, and knowing what I was referring to at the time, this mostly became a place I reblogged writing advice. but now that I've started writing more again and posting fanfiction, I'd like a tumblr to link that is writing specific.

Main goal of this blog is to track how much and where I'm writing, having multiple wips helps make sure I can always be in the mood to write something, even if that makes progress in any one wip slow going, and tracking word count helps me feel like I have more solid progress compared to if I'm just reading over what I wrote in a day. The number makes it feel more real I guess.

I have a word count goal of 200 words a day, or 1000 in a week.

the difference in daily vs weekly goal totals makes it to where my goals take into account that I can't write every day, and the daily word count goal is hopefully small enough that if I write at all that day I can hit it and be able to say I hit the goal.

main: @valen-but-not-tine

ao3: valen_but_not_tine

current wips:

DPXDC

Best Foot Forward

ch 3/? posted, in progress, accidental summoning, no one knows what's going on, but they are figuring it out as the go (or trying to.)

Captured King

Inspired by this post by mokulule, will start pretty similarly and then diverge.

The Justice League have successfully captured Phantom after a relatively unknown branch of the United State's government, the GIW, had reached out to them for aid in stopping the ghost who was destroying their facilities. Now they need to figure out what to do with him, hand him over to the GIW despite their story not lining up, or take a different approach.

ao3

snippet: 1 2 3 full post

Blood of the Covenant (previous title Damiko)

entirely in my drafts, almost more fanfic of a fanfic than just fanfic (thank you the price of peace by joylessnightsky and between a rock & a dragon's egg by haleswallows.

currently planned at either 3-4 chapters, tho with other side ideas in mind, because it is almost one long scene I don't want to start posting until it's all done, but ch 1 is complete 1200ish words (pending edits that I won't do until the rest is done) and ch 2 is the main thing I'm writing on atm, as of rn (1/19/25) it's 3700ish words.

tho really I have a much longer idea more clearly inspired by those two fics in mind, i.e. fantasy royalty au with politically arranged marraige, but I want to get a fic that is more easily finishable out there first, before my obsessed with the fantasy political intrigue ass can go fully insane.

Danny Phantom

Phic Phight

2025-series on ao3

Unexpected Help- tumblr ao3

Danielle needs a place to crash and recover from Vlad’s latest attempt to turn her into goop and finds refuge with someone (human or ghost!) completely unexpected

Living for Lunch-tumblr ao3

Danny wakes up in middle of the night and turns on the TV. When did Lunch Lady get her own cooking show?

Fright Night Bet Results- tumblr ao3

Dash and Danny had made a side bet in addition to Mr. Lancer's competition to get out of detention, and it's time for Danny to pay up.

Wait for me- tumblr ao3

Casper High's theater department performs a teaser of their next show, Hadestown, during lunch.

Crunch like Chips?- tumblr ao3

Danny tries to take a nap during lunch. (Drabble)

In Pumpkin Near-tumblr ao3

In the Ultimate Enemy timeline, Dan and Fright Knight have grown close.

Fights and Aftermaths- tumblr ao3

"Boop." Danny pokes her on the nose, sending her into a fit of giggles. "That was great Dani!" "Yeah?" "Yes! We should do this more often, training doesn't have to be a slog, it's fun with other people!" "Does that mean you'd be willing to teach me the ghostly wail? The shields are useful and all, but the wail is like, an instant win ability." Danny halts in the air, stuttering for a moment, "Dani that's, that's different."

You are yourself, and you have to live with that every day. (Maybe you don't have to do it alone.)

Invisobang

By the rules of the event I can't share anything about it but I do want to put it on my wip list.

RWBY

Red Trailer

Ruby visits her mother's memorial and faces off against some Beowolves. Part Ruby character study, part writing exercise for myself to practice action scenes.

TNG

nothing currently in wip status but wanted to shout out the other main fandom I could write fanfic for, esp as "what I am interested in writing fanfic for" is not directly related to how insane about a piece of media I am.

[jackson-imbecille]

Fic masterpost sorted by recency. All are below 10k

Crushing an Egg (Mr. Lancer rushes into the school during an attack to find and rescue his missing student, he ends up rescuing the town hero instead. Gory description of serious injury)

A Change of Mind (Vlad realizes he no longer hates Jack Fenton. Art imbed)

A Complication with Evacuation (Danny can’t escape through the ghost shield during an evacuation so Lancer insists on staying inside the school with him to protect him. Reveal fic)

Purify & Infect (Maddie attempts to get rid of the ghost possessing her son. Read the tags)

Monster (Dan’s origin free from Vlad’s revision of the story. Dan is created and he is not mentally okay. Art imbed)

A Truce (Maddie offers Phantom a truce in exchange for answers)

Shield (Jazz protects her brother from their parents. Dissection fic)

Guys that Bind (Johnny fixes Danny’s binder after it’s ripped in a fight. Trans Danny fic)

I’m gonna store my drabbles in this fic (Two short drabbles, one about the unspoken knowledge the Casper High student body shares about a less than human classmate, one about Danny Phantom being dragged to a parent teacher conference by Frostbite)

You’re Just Bored (Danny has a complicated relationship with food. Vent fic)

I’m Okay (Danny tries to fix the portal. Corpse au)

Circuit Overload (Technus finds out why Danny is weak to electrical attacks. Surprisingly not angsty)

Jack Fenton Says Fuck (Jack Fenton goes off ghost hunting alone and comes across a battle between the Wisconsin Ghost and Phantom. Reveal fic)

Better (Valerie is working for the GIW as a capture agent after discovering the truth about Vlad Masters. She sees firsthand what has become of one of the ghosts she handed over to the GIW. Dissection fic)

Skeletons in the Closet (Jack’s brother visits Jack and Maddie and is concerned for the well-being of his niece and nephew, even more so when he discovers what the big project Jack was so excited to show him really is. Dissection fic)

Safe (A crow feels comforted while close to Danny, so much so that it neglects itself in favour of staying close to him. Animal death)

The Warehouse (Supernatural crossover. Sam and Dean overhear Spectra messing with Danny and talking about his home life. They offer to help him, human or not. My most popular fic)

Summoning (Blue Exorcist crossover. Danny is mistakenly summoned by a cultist.)

Ouija Board (Sam tries to talk to her dead friend.)

Alone (Ghosts don’t understand they’re dead and are ignored purposefully by the living. Danny comes back as a ghost and believes his family no longer wants him.)

A Shot Rang Out (Supernatural crossover. The Winchesters go to Jack Fenton to learn about ghosts after Jazz and Maddie are killed in an accident. Child abuse)

November Third (Supernatural crossover. Vlad is killed by Hunters.)

[no-future-mudwasps]

Local_Storage_Only: Make Do

Just— are you okay?

I’m fine.

You don’t sound fine.

That’s because you’re sleep deprived. For which I apologize.

It’s— it’s whatever. Sil, it’s whatever.

…

I just have to wonder if he should take a break. —Disperse the secondary battery, it’s charging.

Dispersed. Volt limiter replaced.

You’re brave, Sal.

I’ve worked under worse circumstances.

He just made a friend! He’s talking to people, that’s progress.

Yeah, and now he’s actively trying to message someone who’s— what— scooping people out?

They made a mourner.

..! Do you hear this? Not just me? That can’t be healthy!

I couldn’t get to them as it stands. There’s no ask function, and I’m not so angry as to use the account publicly.

Okay, granted. But are you gonna keep reaching out to her? Standard Omni encryption and an anonymous button isn’t going to hold up if anyone scrutinizes. It’s my job to know that.

Always the messenger…

Don’t make that face, you see where he’s coming from. None of this is easy, for any of us.

…

Ennes, try now? —Good! Hhhh, just try to break that.

If you want to keep on the Omni without one of us looking over your shoulder, stop trying to get involved with all of this. Gatecrasher—

Torchbearer.

Fine—

And her name was Ash.

Fine. Talk to people normally, whoever they are, and stay away from shit that’s going to make this any more stressful than it is. That’s how we build trust here, right? Cowie?

…

I wanna go back to bed.

Please, let’s all. Saleh, thank you for your work again. I don’t know where I’d be without you.

Anything for a friend. Gnight, all.

[storyspinner91]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions

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1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

7 (3 are WiP)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

186,452

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Willow! ...Technically other things too but really it's just Willow with playful skins.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Red Embers: dark alternate future AU, resistance fighters against the Wyrm's tyranny, grim & gritty

Like Constellations, a Million Years Away: sprawling mecha sci-fi AU set in the world of the Lancer tabletop roleplaying game. The Questies all pilot giant mechs; four books (2 done), one focused on each of Jade, Kit, Graydon, and Elora (in that order). Posthumanism, anticolonial to the extent a fanfic can be, utopian, dramatic.

Soft Blazing Crowns: Tanthamoretober one-shot. Modern AU. Elora helps Jade with a sexy photoshoot for a gift for Kit.

Full: (E-rated) Tanthamoretober one-shot. Modern AU. Straight-up smut drabble, 100 words on the dot. Extremely funny to me that this is in the top 5. :P

The Loving Hurt: Canon-set one-shot digging into the violence implied by the canon against the Bone Reavers, Scorpia's backstory, how Jade got her name. Dark, grim, not pleasant to write and in some ways probably not to read TBH. I was in A Mood!

5. Do you respond to comments?

Religiously! Sometimes it takes me a while, but I do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Hmmm. I mean I think it's gotta be The Loving Hurt. Like I said. Dark. Blame the show's writers, I do. :P

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Gonna resist the temptation to say Full and instead say I think that it'll probably be Flawless Five vol. 1 when it's finished in a few weeks!

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not so far!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

The only thing I'd consider smut is Full. Otherwise, not anywhere that you can see. ;)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

No true crossovers, though Like Constellations is set (loosely) in the Lancer Universe.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! They're too weird!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

No but I'd be so honored.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Nope!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I am a Tanthamore diehard, what can I say.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

If you'd asked me recently I'd probably have said "all of them." Fortunately I'm feeling a little better lately! I hope to finish all of the current ones; Constellations is a slow, weighty project, F5 I hope to have done very shortly, Embers...we'll figure that out after F5.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I'm pretty good at dialogue, and I'm decent though not incredible at humor (especially character-based humor). I'm also a decent mimic - though this can feel a little clunky sometimes, I think I'm able to adjust my voice pretty easily to suit a situation, genre, or style. My unhinged and unpopular fic Excerpts from a new translation... is a pretty good example of that, lol. And on that note: I have a lot of fun with wacky metatextual stuff.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Taking the wacky meta stuff too far; not being bold enough in straying from the established character arcs/plots in canon; I don't think I'm great at writing really juicy interiority. Starting very large projects that will take forever to finish. ':)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I'm comfortable enough in Spanish to write simple dialogue in that language. I've done one line in Latin (which I'm comfortable with since it's functionally a dead language) and made up some words in a conlang for Constellations. Wouldn't try anything via Google Translate though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Willow! At least if we count conscious fanfiction. If we're going back to the Days of Yore probably Animorphs when I was a wee one.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

Difficult to pick...but Like Constellations is the baby, the one I'll finish come hell or high water (I hope). On the other hand, Flawless Five is probably the most fun (to write, and maybe to read if you like that sort of thing) and Red Embers is the one that in many ways I find most exciting. Like I said - hard to choose!

[combatdrillcucknomancer55]

The Sword and the Pen: Through the Belly of Boreas.

Chiron has broken. And I am left to walk alone.

Step:

I drag my idiot husband through the snow. The fool. The goddamn fool. The reckless, selfless fool. His breath makes fog in the boreal air, the atmosphere is thin as we near the mountain's summit. Through all the monsters, avalanches and rockfalls I have seen not hide or hair of the miracle he professed.

Step.

I pray to it now. Pleading under my shivering breaths.I begged that we did not make this journey for nothing. I begged for his life. I begged for a sign, for anything that was death. But then again, what did this planet owe us anything less? A megafauna tore through the cockpit of his mech and instead of retreating, he grappled it and jumped onto a roaring hot steam vent..

Step.

“At least I won't have to start a fire to cook my meat,” I say, jokingly. The humour falls dead out of my lips.

Step.

“I had it handled. You didn’t have to do that.”

Step.

“You fucking arsehole. I told you from the start, no heroics. No sacrifices. None of this marty bullshit. I told you, I fucking told you and here you are, half dead and I’m- I’m alone.”

Step Stumble

“You promised me, you wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Step. Fall.

“Please, Ordin, wake up.”

[passivedecept]

DP drabble

So, a while ago I saw a bit of a message on here that Jazz actually showed interest in the show into doing either neuroscience, becoming a lawyer or a professor. And i remember me in the notes giving a bit of a random angsty idea.

Either way, while at work today that idea decided to kidnap me and hold me hostage for a bit.

So now I am writing and posting this to get it out of my system so i can continue my actual fanfic project. It doesn't even have all the things i thought about adding but I just went with where my brain took me for now and that is it.

Fair warning, It is a bit of a long read about 3600 words and it is unbeta'ed and no editing. Trigger Warnings: murder, mention torture, mention unethical/inhuman medical experiments. mention suicide. non detailed home surgery (dont do this at home kiddos). slight gore (not graphic but heavily implied).

Have fun. and feel free to use it as a jump off point for your own ideas.

DP drabble - Neuroscience doesn't seem fun anymore

Jazz stares right ahead as she grips the steering wheel. She refuses to look away from the dark road and only permits herself a small glance into the mirror to the back seat every ten minutes. Shequickly realised she couldn't keep herself from checking on her brother and so instead just stopped checking the time.

It is dark outside and without all the street lights there is only darkness around them. She takes comfort in that, The GIW always come with a lot of noise and sound. As long as it is quiet no one will try and take her brother away from her again.

This had been supposed to be their year.

Jazz had been accepted into her first choice of college and she had been preparing her dorm room to include Danny. The year before had been hard but Jazz had managed to convince Danny that he could leave the lower risk ghosts to Valerie as the Red Huntress. That it wasn't Danny's responsibility. Afterwards she had sat down together with him, Sam and Tucker and gone over what the plan had been to help Danny pass and be able to finish High School on time.

In the end Jazz had gone to talk with Mr. Lancer and after a long story about how Danny has a bad fear of ghosts and with her parents being obsessed wiht them and always talking about them it put Danny under a lot of stress since the ghosts actually showed up. And if he could please help with setting up a program of some kind to help Danny pass.

Mr. Lancer had seemed doubtful but had tried and given Danny the chance to study in peace and with help. And Danny flourished!

That together with the less ghost attacks he had to take care of they had been hopeful that Danny would actually pass and he did!

Summer vacation had been about to start and Danny would just have to finish his last year and he could escape Amity Park too. He would have come to her and join one of the colleges there. They had both given up on their parents ever accepting Danny and had accepted they would just be on their own. Tucker would go to his own dream school and Sam would first do charity and than go to school before they would all try and meet up again when things calmed down.

They had had a plan.

Which is why it had felt like a stab through the heart when she came back early for the summer holiday to go collega touring with Danny, only to see GIW having set up a parameter around her house. She had demanded to know what had happened and they had just said that that menace of a ghost named Phantom had killed both her parents and her little brother.

Bull. Shit.

But she knows how to play this part. She immediantly started crying and sobbing as she planned. She needed to get to the lab, she needed the security footage they had there. She needed to get into her house to get Danny's emergancy bag.

She continued to sob and went to a hotel, gracefully paid for by the GIW in her trying and hard times. She went there, searched the room for any listening or spying devices, none had been installed. and she immediantly set up a phone call wiht Tucker and Sam, both had been out on trips with their parents and one check in later and they both agreed to ditch it and come to Amity Park for their last Back Up plan.

"Paris" or the long version and the song line they had worked off of "If we go down, we go down together."

Next, Jazz set to work on getting the last member they would need for this. Valerie. She called her and Valerie agreed to meet with her. Valerie had tried to start and say how sorry she was for her loss but Jazz hadn't let her start. She had looked Valerie straight in the eyes and said "Danny is Phantom. And I know the GIW lied as Danny would never hurt anyone. They have him, and I need to get him out. He never meant for you to be hurt in that ghost attack but he fears your rejection more than your hatred."

It had been a lot to take in for Valerie but she had already meet Ellie after all. It didn't take her long to connect the dots and she agreed to help.

With Valerie helping as bait to lead the GIW to a 'high level ghost threat' Jazz managed to get into her house and ran straight to her brother's room. It was a mess, the GIW had clearly tried to search it but Jazz knew they wouldn't have found it. After all, why hide something under your bed when you can hide it in walls? Jazz pulled out her own lipstick blaster and blasted a hole right into the wall. She pulled out the overly stocked medkit and his emergancy bag. She moved to rush out of the room before spotting the little astronaut build a bear in the corner, she had a matching doctor one. It held a recording of their parents telling them they love them. she grabs it mostly on impulse before rushing down the stairs towards the lab.

It seemed like the GIW had locked it but one swipe of her hand and the door happily swings open with "Come right in jazz-pants princess!" in her father's cheerful voice.

She runs down the stairs and-

Found her parents.

Both dead.

On the ground.

Covered in bullet marks.

The only thing making her able to move is the adrenalin rushing through her body. She naps evidence pictures before running to the main computer. She slaps in an USB and starts up the security footage as she closes the portal. Machines connected to it start to sound loudly but Jazz ignored them. Jazz knows that reception in the lab is terrible and unless it is special Fenton Tech there is no signal coming out of this radioactive hell hole that her parents made.

She starts copying files as she looks through the old and dirty filters. She will overload the portal with one and the GIW will never be able to use it against anyone. Jazz finds the right one and switches the filters around. The portal immediantly dings the warning and Jazz mutes it. She returns to the computer where the USB is whiping all the fiiles after copying them and sees the last file being played. It is a video.

The GIW stand in the basement with their guns out at Danny, human Danny. Her parents are shouting at the GIW and move between them and Danny. And the GIW just... tell her parents what Danny is and with somekind of electric shock force Danny to transform. Danny had stared fearfully at their parents but then... mom just.. kicks the GIW agent that shot at Danny. Shouting about how they dare to shoot her baby boy!

The GIW yell about ghost being unfeeling and that THEY had said so as well. And her father... her father just tells them that obviously they had then missed something because Danny clearly feels and is sentient and if he is part ghost it means ghost s are as well.

JAzz feels tears leave her eyes. their... their parents accepted him. They didn't even need convincing.

Sure, her parents may be absentminded, obsessed with work and may have been technically neglectful. but they loved them. and they fought for them.

And then the GIW shot her parents and managed to capture Danny as he tried desperatly to stop mom from bleeding out.

Jazz sobs real tears as the download finished as she grabs the USB. she runs to the weapon vault and grabs her weapons of choice, the creep stick, the booo-morang and the Fenton Peeler. Next she locks the vault and changes the password. She leaves the lab and locks the door behind her as she ignores the red flashing light. The blast would destroy the lab but the shock doors should keep it contained to the lab, the foundations of the house would crumble and collapse and bury the molten and destroyed lab.

By the time she returns to her hotel room she has gotten messages from Tucker. Tucker had found the location of the base from the GIW after hacking some cameras to follow their path.

Jazz met up with Valerie and together made a plan to storm the base. Valerie would set off every single ghost alarm in the city before meeting up with Jazz at the base with a car for Jazz to use.

The base.

Jazz sudders and pulls herself out of her memories. the road in front of her is still dark and her hands shake on the steering wheel. A glance to the back shows Danny, still breathing in his little cocoon of blankets. She can just see the top of his head.

which is covered in white bandages.

The room had been covered in blood. Danny had just laid there, lifeless. With the top of his skull removed while a surgeon had stood over him with a scaple.

Jazz sobs and her sight grows hazy with tears. She had stiched her little brother up before. Had helped with setting bones before. stitching on a scalp as much as she could have been terrible. She had almost vomited when she saw the cut of part of his skull just in a bottle.

Jazz can't take it anymore and stops the car. she turns off the engine and sits in the darkness for a while. She steps outside and looks upwards. In the distance she spots Valerie on her hoverboard. And that helps her relax.

Valerie's suit had something that caused ecto detectors to just not notice her tech. She would stay near to make sure to keep danny hidden. Sure they could have used an Ecto blocker or something but Jazz didn't want to risk messing wiht Danny's powers. One of them was accelerated healing after all. And she is counting on that to help save her brother.

She gives Val a thumbs up to show it is no emergency before opening the back door and checking Danny. the white bandages she had put on to help protect the wound were becoming very red and she grabs a new roll as she starts to process of making sure the wound is clean and protected. Ironically the moment she starts working on this task her hands still and become stable again.

Seems like her first year at collega had helped, especially all those extra classes to learn and look in on surgeries.

After it she checks his pulse and his breathing. Both stable even if a bit slower than she would like but she will accept it for now. She gently checks his temperature, still running a slight fever. She will take the fever over the ice cold she had feared that was common with corpses.

Jazz gently, oh so gently, places a kiss on his cheek before backing off and going to the side of the road for a moment. she needs a moment to breath before she can keep going.

She only gives herself a minute before climbing back behind the steering wheel and driving again.

It is just before sunrise when she finds the right city and drives in, she had been driving for a good fourteen hours to get here but it had been worth it. She gets to the address Sam had send her and easily says the name Tucker had send her.

While she had been rescueing Danny wiht Valerie. Tucker and Sam had been on their way back to them. Tucker had crafted new identities for them to who Sam wired pretty much half of the emergency stach she had been saving and getting from her grandmother.

They wouldn't have needed it if Vlad hadn't been a coward. Vlad, the moment he learned that Maddie and JAck had died had just, stared lifelessly ahead of himself. Jazz had been trying to get his assistance in saving Danny but he had just. not cared. He had told her to leave and while Jazz and Val, who had broken into his lab to get more gear, left they heard a gunshot.

Jazz shakes her head as she walks into the lobby and smiles pleasantly at the security guard, trying to ignore how uncomfortable the lenses are. It are brown ones and that together with having her hair hidden in her clothes and a cap it should do enough. the man, barely awake. asks for indentification and Jazz nervously hands the copies of her new ID. the man nods and gives them back before handing her a key "4th floor. to the left and then the second door. numer 416" and he turns back to his book. Jazz thanks him quietly before rushing outside to get her things and more importantly to move Danny.

With Val's help they get everything and Danny up to her new home in one trip where they find the pre-furnished studio appartment.

Sam had outdone herself, after Tucker made them new IDs Sam had moved quickly to get them housing near the collega where Tucker transfered her too. Jazz doesn't even want to know how Tucker managed to get her own credits over to her new identity while not tripping any wires but she will just trust him. she owns them big time and she prays they will stay save.

Talking about save.

She pulls out her phone and easily connects to the secret server Tucker had set up as she types her message "We are here. Red will help get us settled before leaving. please stay save you two."

To which she only gets thumbs ups as replies. ugh. sixteen year olds.

JAzz turns to Danny and smiles before looking at Valerie. Valerie has taken a hold of Danny's hand and whispers to him "You idiot. you better live you hear me? Because after this i want to her the truth from you. and then we can figure things out okay?" valerie stares at danny before sighing as she pulls away and straightens herself.

"Okay. What do you need?"

Jazz frowns as she looks to the side "I need stuff from a hospital but i can't ask that of you."

Valerie rolls her eyes "I asked you what you need. Just give me a list."

Jazz frowns but writes down a list that has been forming since the first moment she saw what had happened to Danny. She gives it to the other girl and Val reads it over. Jazz rubs her arm "I am so sorry I am asking this off you but-"

Valerie cuts her off "Don't be. I... I never tried to listen to him. Even after Ellie. It is the least I can do." she puts on her helmet again as she kicks open her hover board "I left the signal blocker with you. I won't need it as long as I don't use my weapons which I don't plan on. Stay save. I will also get you some food." and she leaves through the window.

Jazz sits down on the ground next to the bed holding Danny and waits. her heart still beating a mile a second as she holds Danny's hand and counts his pulse.

It doesn't take more than 30 minutes before Valerie reappears with her arms full of bags. she lays it all down and moves some salads into the fridge and some macaroni boxes into the cabinet. she shrugs "and the sink has water. that should be fine and won't go bad as long as you eat the salads first." she walks over toJazz nad Jazz wraps her arms around Valerie.

"Thank you."

Valerie hugs her back "Don't be."

"Please stay save on your way home."

Valerie nods against her shoulder "I will. keep Danny save?"

JAzz chuckles as he grip tightens "With my life."

They stop hugging and Valerie starts to walk down in her normal outfit "I am leaving my blocker here. that should keep you guys save. I will drop the car off a cliff somewhere before going to look for Ellie to keep her save."

Jazz looks at the other "And your dad?"

Valerie sighs but gives a grin "I will call him after getting rid of the car. And just explain the situation to him, he has been understanding about this for so long... I am sure once I explain it he will just tell others that I am off doing some road trip." she grins "Don't worry about me. I know what i am doing."

Jazz nods and wishes her luck before locking the door behind the other girl. She takes a moment to quickly eat a salad and drink water before starting to close all the windows and double checking the place.

Everything else on operation 'We go down, we go down together' now rests on Tucker's hacking skills and Sam's photoshop and editing skills. Jazz has her own mission to complete.

Which is.

She opens one of the bags with her and carefully removes the bottle holding part of Danny's skull.

She needs to put her brother back together.

she starts undoing the bandages and checks the head wound. still bleeding but slowing down, seeing the open wound Jazz is convinced it is because Danny is loosing what he has. She takes a deep breath and grabs the bag that Val had brought and takes out the operation gown, gloves and tools. she disinfects a tray and gently places it under Danny's head and takes another deep breath.

She had only had theory about this. she had been lucky to have even been allowed to look in on a surgery of two.

Now it is time to put her limited skills to the test and it was drown or swim.

And damnit she was going to swim no matter what.

Once she starts to doesn't get easier. it gets worse and worse the longer she has to look at the brains of her little brother. the fears of what kind of lasting damage this will do to him get worse and worse. the fear of her accidentally killing him gets worse each second. The only thing keeping her from a panic attack, the only thing keeping her from breaking down. is the slow rise and fall of her brother's chest. it is the weak pulse she feels when checking it.

It guides her forwards.

She isn't even sure how long it took her and she doesn't want to know.

But at the end. She somehow managed.

Jazz finishes the bandages again and smiles at her little brother. and for a moment sees the tiny five year old version of him dressed as a mummy made of toilet paper, ready to go trick or treating.

And she has to run to the toilet to vomit before she breaks down sobbing and crying. she stares at her hands covered in bloody gloves and throws them in the sink before rushing back to her brother.

Still breathing.

Still alive.

She sobs as she sits down next to the bed. one hand takes a hold of his hand, it feels cold, and she checks his pulse. Still going, still alive.

Jazz takes out her phone and finds the server. the last message she send was two days ago. She takes a moment to breath before sending the last needed message for a while.

"alive. time to burn the bridges." and she watches her phone.

Two thumbs ups appear within seconds. and a moment later a third tumbs up appears from the newest added number.

Jazz opens the news app on her phonea dn waits. moments later every artical gets replaced by a list of crimes that the GIW has commited and proof about ghosts having feelings in the form of interviews with Kitty, Johnny and Ember.

She keeps watching for as long as it takes until it appears. An edited version of the GIW attacking Phantom and taking him. of her parents saying they had been wrong and ghosts clearly do have feelings and to release him!

Then... the crime of them killer her parents. moments later of Danny trying to save their mom and them shooting him with something.

A short edited shot of the GIW torturing Danny in his phantom form.

Honestly? The cutting and pasting had been masterful. It shows the whole story but skips the part where Phantom and Danny had been the same person.

Then she sees the bit about herself. about her entering the GIW base as herself and then later a message from the GIW that Jazz had died. the GIW said heartbreak but now no one will believe that.

Jazz smiles as she puts her phone down and turns around until she can lay with her head on Danny's chest, where she can hear her little brother's heartbeat.

Now Tucker and Sam woudl make their own get away and they would go back to the original plan of eventually meeting up.

She smiles as she falls to sleep with the sound of her brother's heartbeat and knowing that the public will tear the GIW apart for what they did and the inhuman acts they commited.

If they want to hurt her brother.

They will have to deal with her.

And unlike Danny, Jazz has no problem fighting dirty.

[amorbidcorvid]

First Lines Meme

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

thanks for the tag @starspray!

A Songbird in a Cage of His Own Making (Silm, E, 4.7k)

Uinen, the Lady of the Seas, revered by the fledgling Numenoreans and the right hand of the Vala Ulmo, had been watching and listening to the songbird of the Noldor warble on the beaches for hundreds of years. And it was true, he did not just sing, though it seemed his favorite way of making noise. Sometimes he screamed. Or cried. Or whimpered.

She Hath My Love (Drabbles About Women) (Silm/LotR, T, 1.4k WIP)

Uinen could hold a grudge. She had the advantage of long years of practice.

The Absence of Song (Silm, G, .2k)

Before the Music, there was Void, and They were alone in all Their dreams. Their dreams were fragments, fragments of a melody. Their dreams were vast and yet singular. Details infinite and brush strokes of a single color. Darkness and light streaked across nothingness. Fractals spun and expanded and contracted in an increasingly complex dance that was both everything and nothing. 

Vignettes of Rage (Silm, T, 1k)

Maglor could not sleep the night that his father’s Silmaril appeared on the horizon. He nearly walked past the window without stopping, but his feet stopped without him consciously thinking about it.

she has her love, even in the darkness (Silm, M, 5.9k)

It was dark when Míriel returned to Tirion upon Túna, in a way she had not seen since arriving on these shores.  She took her time climbing the hill to the center of the city, her body still heavy with the strangeness of having a physical body.

Jubilee Drabbles (Silm, T, .9k)

There is a lightness in falling, the wind whistling as you fly towards the ground at the speed of gravity.

Grounded (Silm, E, 2.5k)

It was testing him, and there was nothing she could do about it.  The Shadow, a horribly familiar yet diminished presence, had been testing the borders of Imladris for weeks. Orcs ran through the Misty Mountains – a nuisance, yes, but still manageable. But this Shadow, hooded and cloaked in black against the sun, was different. It crept, whispering, prodding, against the defenses of Imladris, and against the enchantments of its lord.  Said lord had been sitting still as a statue in the greenhouse for several days now. Celebrían sat next to him, a book in her lap, with one hand upturned on her knee, empty. She could feel his exhaustion through their marriage bond, but she was patient. She could wait out the Shadow. 

The Spirit of the Mountain (Silm, G, 2.1K)

When we came down to Eä, we knew our purpose. My place was in the land, my siblings to the water, and the air, and the firmament between the stars. I drifted through stone and grass until the Music compelled me to stop, to breathe.  I sung to the heat, building it to higher and higher tempos, until it finally crescendoed into the night air in a blaze of molten rock and ash and poison gas. I sang to the stars again as it cooled, and they sang back, urging me on.  I grew tall, and strong, and I waited. 

The Strife of Being (LotR, T, 10.6k written with @gnusnoteunuchs)

“Tell us about Gondor, Faramir,” Éowyn said, eyes bright across the campfire. “My uncle says it’s a very different land, with houses of stone.”

A Promise in Kind (Lancer Role Playing, written with @gnusnoteunuchs)

Not just anybody got to be an Agarthan Royal Guard. Recruits were picked from the highest-testing of all warfighters in the Agarthan military, hand-picked based on combat records, training aptitudes, epigenetic correlations that predicted decisiveness, calm, and of course, a thirst for blood.

This was going around for a while, so instead of tagging particular people, consider yourself tagged if you wanted to do this but didn't get tagged by anyone else.

[shiratamako]

Other than your own characters’ relationships, can you give an example of someone who is particularly good at writing or otherwise portraying romantic and/or sexual relationships? What is it about their work that really stands out for you?

I'll put what I've been reading / have read as recommendations since I'm still newly established with mutuals here.

A Shelter from the Storm by Constellarium Focus: Haurchefant/WoL, slow burn, friends to lovers Summary: The Warrior of Light, weary from her flight from the ill-fated banquet in Ul'dah, seeks sanctuary and finds it in the kindness of an old friend. Thoughts: Constellarium is such a fantastic writer, especially for Haurchefant fans. Words cannot speak highly enough of each thoughtful interaction and dialogue choices, especially in intimate scenes.

Somewhere in Between by BiscuitSticks Focus: Estinien/WoL, angst and romance, hurt/comfort Summary: The first time Estinien saw her, he was a young lancer and she was but a speck against the enveloping Coerthan snow, fleeing the massacre of her people at the hands of the temple knights. He felt justified as they were, exterminating the heretics who indulged in dragon’s blood, apparent by their horns and tails. Thoughts: This is the fic that sold me on WoL/Estinien honestly, especially as an Au Ra Xaela player. I still think about the possibility of Estinien hunting down a six-year old Shira and it lives rent-free in my head.

Shoutout to the people who enable my yapping:

@johnnylandslide: everything with Johnny and Tataru is so adorable, sweet and wholesome. Definitely recommend checking out the fics and drabbles! Tataru Taru has become referred to as Mrs. Landslide and nothing will change my opinion on this

@ramyeonguksu: Ah, my biggest enabler of Estinien Brainwyrms. I unfortunately can't read his fics until I finish Shadowbringers and Endwalker, though the brainrot has severely affected me and I've started having weird dreams about Estinien. The fic about Haurchefant was sweet, delicious pain too though (:

[mwolf0epsilon]

The Umbaran Pathogen - Day 26: Magical Exhaustion or Injury

Summary: After going without rest for several days, Obi-wan is more than a little tired. So much so that the continuous use of the Force to keep the parasites in check, begins to take a toll on him.

Warning: N/A

Tacet belongs to @lost-on-kamino

Prev / Next

[In which the events on Umbara are worsened by an unknown pathogen taking hold of both the 501st and 212th. These series of drabbles will follow a non-linear timeline based on the AI-less Whumptober prompt list for 2023.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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It takes a long while to go through each and every one of the infected clones to incapacitate their respective parasites. Each instance of him calling upon the Force to get them back under their own control, draining Obi-wan in more ways than one. Not that he says anything on the matter...

The truth is, mind tricks take a lot of concentration. And the fact he feels so uncomfortable influencing the minds of the men makes it all the more difficult to maintain said concentration, while he draws on both his wit and the Force itself to impose his will on another.

He hates the idea of taking that much more of their autonomy from them, when that's all that they have ever experienced. Treated like products by the Kaminoans, or tools by those who'd rather think them as less than the clever people they actually are. Refusing to assume the guilt of having a group without recognition as sentient (a people without rights), at their beck and call no matter how much the Jedi try to advocate for them...

Something which the parasites had also done, making it all the more awful to add an extra layer manipulation over that of the parasite's.

That said if the continuous use of mind tricks is bothering Cody, the commander certainly doesn't comment on it. Neither does Canivete, who busies herself with looking over the men whose transformations had been interrupted. Who remained incomplete and shaky on their feet, as they become aware of themselves once more.

Aware of what they had all nearly become, while still coming out of those cocoons feeling alien in their own bodies.

"You should rest, sir..." Wooley offers, the kindly trooper looking all kinds of haggard after everything they were all put through. He still had a bit of webbing stuck to his hair, but didn't make much effort to get rid of it. Probably not finding it worth wasting his time on tidying his appearance.

"I'll be fine..." Obi-wan tries to shrug off the trooper's worries, focusing instead on the scene before him. Anything but the ache in his muscles and back, or the slight headache that had been gradually setting in.

He watched quietly as Pretty Boy helped his older brother, Lichtenberg, sit down on one of the few crates dotted around. The mutated trooper looking sorry for both himself and for the nasty looking bump he'd caused his brother, during their brief altercation.

Reaching with careful clawed fingers, Lich carefully brushed his knuckles against the bandage on his younger brother's forehead. A gesture which the lancer rejected by pushing his brother's hand away and proudly up puffing his chest. Refusing any sort of apology and proclaiming with pride that what had transpired was simply a slightly stronger than usual kedalbe, and that surely someone like him could easily take such a blow with the thick skin he had.

Or rather, thick skull, as Lich put it with an amused but clearly relieved snort. It was a very touching moment, in this otherwise terrible set of circumstances. That Pretty Boy could so easily forgive his batchmate despite the other acting irrationally.

"With all due respect, that's a load of bantha crap sir..." Wooley huffed in disapproval, insisting on the matter with clear determination. He'd grown into himself since joining the 212th, no longer the awkward rookie he'd once been. That much was clear. "You've said it yourself before. Using the Force in excess is very draining, and you've been on your feet going through all the infected without stopping..."

"...Perhaps I could do with some rest." The bearded Jedi finally relented, taking a seat on the floor so as to hide the way his legs were beginning to shake.

He was actually pretty tired but, with how things currently stood, he couldn't spare all that long to recover his strength. There was no telling how long the parasites would remain dormant, and he really didn't want to risk one or more troopers suddenly attacking them without warning.

"Take your time." Cody ran a hand over his face, his antennae twitching as he tried to figure out what to do. "We need a plan of action..."

"We need more than that..." Canivete grumbled.

They were both right, of course. They needed a plan and the necessary resources to pull it off. Which would mean getting communications back online (again) and perhaps trying to contact the Venators that were currently in orbit. Although, what else they could do in this situation, he really did not know.

Because, with how tired he currently was, Obi-wan would not be able to pull off anything too substantially extraordinary. Like keeping the men under his direct control while also fighting the much stronger Tup...

For all he knew, the moment they were in range of each other, the mind tricks might simply wear off faster. And even if they didn't, there was simply no way the men wouldn't react to the pheromones of what was essentially their 'Queen'.

"I can get comms back online." Tacet offered. "But I don't think it's a good idea for the Venators to land..."

"No, it most definitely would not be a good idea." Obi-wan agreed with that assessment. "With Tup still on the loose, there could be a risk of further infection."

"Or worse, they could get caught by another Vixus carrier..." Canivete pointed out. "Waxer and I found one pretty easily. Who's to say there aren't more in the area?"

The start of a second outbreak would not be ideal, no. Not to mention they had no idea how Tup might react to a competing Hive suddenly cropping up.

A territory dispute could only end in disaster for all parties involved.

"Maybe we could request aerial support from both Commander Tano and a pilot squadron each of the 501st and 212th?" Cody suggested, one claw tapping on his chin while he crossed his lower set of arms. It was fascinating to watch how quickly he'd adapted to his changes.

"That might attract the attention of the Umbarans..." Canivete shook her head, gnawing uneasily on her lower lip as she considered their options. "We need to be more subtle about this..."

Obi-wan limited himself to listening, his own mind going a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what might be the best course of actions. As he did so, however, he felt his eyelids beginning to droop. Perhaps he had underestimated just how tired he had become...

Surely... If he closed his eyes for just a second...

"Maybe we could get a drop-ship? Have a few of the healthy troopers board and brief the others?" Tacet proposed. "Then they could come back with extra supplies..."

"Again, too flashy..." Cody shook his head no. "We can contact the ships and brief the men, but anything more than that will tip off the enemy that we might be in trouble... And then we'll definitely have emboldened Umbarans thrown into the mix..."

"Sir, are you feeling ok?" Wooley asked, noticing the state Obi-wan was in. The Jedi blinking his eyes back open and regarding him with a slightly confused look.

He also noticed how spotty his vision seemed to him. That couldn't be good.

"I..."

Canivete was suddenly in front of him, a frown on her face as she pulled one of his eyelids back and flashed a small light into his eye. The sting barely registered. Which he supposes displeases her further.

"Splendid..." She grumbled sarcastically. "Commander, do be a dear and bring our idiot Jetii some water and a ration bar..."

"I'm--"

"If you say you're fine sir, I will knock you on your shebs." She paused, squinting at him. "I'll drag you back onto your feet, and then knock you on your shebs that is... I am well aware you haven't rested much in the past few days, and that you were already in no condition to go around doing space wizard things with your space wizard powers."

"The Jedi are not wizards..." He rolled his eyes at the incorrect moniker that many people, the troops included, often denominated them by. The Jedi were monks. Not wizards.

There was a very big difference!

"They are, from a certain point of view." She teased, before her tone turned serious all over again. "But seriously, you're only mortal sir... Force or no Force, you need to eat and sleep just like the rest of us. You're running on fumes like we all are..."

"It's just a little Force Exhaustion..."

"And my name is Shirley." Canivete huffed. "Ration bar, hydration and rest. We'll figure this out, so long as we're all in good enough condition to use our brains."

"...Very well."

He wouldn't argue with a medic. The medics could be scary when they were upset. And Canivete was the owner of a very short fuse whenever she was in mother hen mode, which extended to her superior officers. Or at least the ones she liked.

He supposes it should be a comfort that she liked him enough to care as strongly as she did. Even though he'd gone against his word and used the Force on her brothers.

Rather than devil you know, he supposes...