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[lightweaving]

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep: a SasoSaku fic

For @sasoriweek, for the prompt Death.

Summary:

When Sakura decides to accompany Sasuke to visit his brother in the palliative care ward, she expects silence and suppressed tears.

She certainly doesn't expect for Itachi to tell her to get lost within minutes of meeting her, nor does she expect to meet a grumpy patient who's going to change her life.

Read the fic here!

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

You know how there's fight, flight, freeze, and fawn? Well imagine an MC who's coping mechanism is to fawn (i.e. people please) out of trauma. ROs responses upon realizing this? Maybe MC's terrified of confrontations and so when they sense one coming up they try to fawn over the ROs :0

I ended up writing mini scenes for this one. I couldn't help it, this was such an interesting ask . . . I hope you like them aa

J "Why do you do that?" J asks suddenly, their brow furrowing slightly. You blink, caught off guard by their unexpected question. "Do what?" "Always agree with everything I say," J clarifies, their gaze unwavering. "Is it because you're too nervous to disagree with me? Or you just don't care enough to argue?" The bluntness of their words makes you flinch slightly, fixing your gaze on the ground beneath your feet. You open your mouth to reply, then close it again as you search for the right words. "I don't know," you finally answer honestly. "It just seems easier than arguing, I guess." J gives you a skeptical look. "So you'd rather go along just to avoid conflict?" You nod reluctantly, glancing back at them. You're surprised to see a flash of concern in their eyes. "Isn't that better than fighting all the time?" you ask quietly. J hesitates, studying your face for a long moment before replying. "Not if it means you're living a lie," they say, their tone gentler now. You bite your lip, considering their words. You know they're right; you've been compromising yourself just to keep the peace for so long it's become second nature. But at the same time, you don't know how else to act—it's all you've ever known.

A "Are you always this… enthusiastic?" A asks, resting their chin atop their hand as they peer at you curiously. "You know you don't have to do that, right? Nod and smile when I say things." You feel yourself tense, your reaction nothing short of instinctive. "Sorry," you reply hastily, mind scrambling for what to say next. You open your mouth once, twice, then close it again. Finally, you force out an explanation, albeit feeble. "I just want to seem… likable." The words feel wrong the moment they leave your lips—not because they're untrue, but rather that you hate how vulnerable they make you sound. They aren't meant to be heard by someone else. But if A notices, they don't show it. They merely shrug, turning away from you to gaze thoughtfully at a cluster of birds flying through the courtyard. "I think I liked you better when you were all broody and quiet." There's no bite behind the statement. In fact, it almost sounds fond. You must have imagined it.

L L furrows their brows together slightly as they consider you for a moment. "You're doing it again." "What?" you say, suddenly self-conscious. "Saying yes to everything I say. Like you're trying to make me happy," L says softly, a look of concern passing over their face. "Do I make you feel like you have to do that?" "No! No, that's not it," you quickly reply, trying not to sound too defensive. "I just..." L watches you, waiting patiently for your answer. You scramble for words, but all you manage are some half-formed syllables before trailing off. Finally, you give up and sigh, staring down at the ground. "I don't know. I just don't want to bother people. That's all." When you finally gather the courage to glance at them, L's frowning in thought, their eyebrows pinched together in what appears to be contemplation. "Who said that? That you'd bother someone?" You shake your head frantically, struggling to find an explanation. "No, it's—I mean..." "Okay, fine. But you don't bother me. If they bother you, then I'll bother them back. And then they can bother both of us until everyone's bothered equally." L's tone is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness in their voice that leaves no room for argument. "Alright?" It takes you a few moments to register the meaning of their words, and eventually, your lips pull into a faint smile; the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "Alright." "I guess we should probably start bothering each other soon, then," you concede, finally meeting their gaze. L beams at that, the corner of their eyes crinkling.

[kaladinpdfs]

ive never seen a man simultaneously believe so strongly in an inherently just and an inherently unjust world. guy who thinks he’s in a Story fr

[cosmereclysmic]

Love my job if only bc it gives me access to Microsoft Word on company dime. Love having a laptop so i can actually utilize that power. I know there's free versions that are just as good or even better, but I grew up with Word, so it's just easier lol.

[cosmerelists]

Attending a Party Thrown by Each Radiant Order

As requested by anon. :)

You've been invited to a party! Actually, ten parties. But the twist is that each party is thrown and attended only by a single Radiant order and also we're in some kind of quasi-modern AU. What would each party be like?

[Previously: Radiant Orders play boardgames, have sleepovers, and go to musicals]

1. The Lightweaver Party

The invitation is a glossy, stylized illustration of a hand holding a wine glass--a true work of art. You later find out that every invitation is unique; no two are the same. The invitation leads you to a large ballroom-esque hall. "What is your name tonight?" asks a masked figure at the door. "Uh...Fred?" you say. You had not planned this. "Welcome...Fred," they say and let you in. It is shadowy inside, perhaps because all of the light comes from fairy lights and electric candles. Everyone is masked--including you, as per the invitation. People glide about, talking and laughing in low voices. It's not unwelcoming exactly, but certainly...surreal.

2. The Windrunner Party

The invitation is a couple of dudes saying, "Hey, there's a thing. Wanna come?" when you run into them at the bar. "The thing" appears to be some kind of picnic at a local park: you were told it was a potluck, so you did bring a macaroni salad, but the focus seems to be the large pot of stew that one of the men is making. There's a lot of eating and laughter and sunshine, and frankly a lot of hot people in uniform. You have a good time. Even if the Captain is just a little bit glowery the whole time.

3. The Edgedancer Party

A roller skating rink! You haven't been to a roller skating rink in sooo long! You're honestly psyched. As you do your best to skate around, others glide smoothly past you, looking like they were born skating. When you take a break to eat a mediocre but nostalgic corndog, a couple of them sit with you and you get to chatting. You're just at a skating rink, eating a mediocre corndog, but somehow...you've never felt so heard. When you go back to skating, you're skating with maybe a tear in your eye.

4. The Stoneward Party

It's just a party at someone's house, where everyone brings a case of beer or a bottle of wine or a snack food, and everyone drinks out of red solo cups. But you know what the vibe is? Convivial. Like, people are waving you over to join their conversations and asking about your hobbies and at one point? Someone suggests a party game? And everyone plays? Like, it WAS a pretty competitive game of charades, but everyone seemed to be having fun the whole time.

5. The Truthwatcher Party

Their party was at a local bar and on trivia night. The party was immediately pretty boisterous--someone brings up politics, like, immediately, and then everyone is happily shouting their thoughts back and forth across the table. But when trivia time hits, the mood turns serious.

6. The Dustbringer Party

It's in the basement of a warehouse that you're pretty sure is due for demolition. Certainly, it does NOT feel particularly structurally sound and there IS a lot of, like, concrete dust and debris everywhere. But once you get downstairs--well, this is not just a party. This is a rager. There is music and alcohol and drugs if you want 'em, and people are shouting and dancing and generally having a good time. "When you're like us, you GOTTA let loose every once in a while or you go INSANE!" someone says to you at one point. "It's about release?" you say and everyone in a five-foot radius groans at the pun.

7. The Willshaper party

It's drugs. Lots of drugs. Some of them are illegal, some of them aren't, but the people here would definitely scoff if you tried to make that distinction.

8. The Elsecaller Party

Well, it certainly is a very correct party. You receive an RSVP, and it's clear that you are meant to respond. In writing. Which you do. The RSVP lets you know that the party is semiformal, and that the dinner course will begin at precisely 7pm, so you do not even try to do the whole "fashionably late" thing. You are there by 6:55. Good thing, too, because everyone else is already there. "Everyone" being Jasnah and one small, inky man. Have you ever had dinner with your dissertation advisor who is also your mom somehow? Well, then you know how this party went. You were SWEATING the whole time.

9. The Skybreaker Party

When they checked your ID at the entrance to the small event hall they had rented, you laughed and asked if they wanted to make sure you were over 21. Their expression in reply told you that this was not a joke. Inside, there is a cash bar, and some hors d'oeuvre being handed around on plates. The people inside are mostly talking about their recent accomplishments in a way that makes you feel that they are all very stressed and trying to prove something. "It's a test," says a bald man who appeared very suddenly next to you. "A test of what?" you ask, suddenly very afraid. But he is gone.

10. The Bondsmith Party

You're at a party, and it's just you and two other people. The two other people? Married. You feel like you're crashing a date. They're being very nice and you are being included in every conversation but you're also literally the third at a party with only two other people who are married. You can't help but think this would be WAY less awkward if there were just ONE more Bondsmith. But who knows if THAT will ever happen!

[some-pers0n]

I was poking around my older writing and found this piece. It's okay enough to share, I think.

It's about Whiteout and Listener. I do not like Listener. I remember writing this when I was a little grumpy over some people on the Wiki fawning over Clearsight/Listener. I'm a wee bit of a hater, no? So I just kinda zeroed in on her calling Whiteout "Weirdout" and, yeah, here we are. Ableism warning.

Whiteout was all by herself in the art room, painting a landscape. It was coming along quite nicely as well. She remembered visiting the Sky Kingdom with her mother and brother when they were both young, taking in all of the sights and smells. It was unforgettable to see the tall spires that pieced through the clouds or the trees that spouted like mere weeds from the ground.

She was inspired by it, wanting to make it a permanent memory. Even after the school day was finished, she'd stay in and work on her project. Her teacher, Lightweaver, was perfectly fine with it all. Whiteout was a good dragonet.

While she didn't enjoy school all the time, it was safe in the art room. She wouldn't be bothered for how she would speak and how loud the others could be at times. She adored painting at home, but with...recent events happening she found it being more peaceful here.

It was perfect. Alone and completely absorbed into her work, doing everything to make everything as neat and tidy as possible–

"Uh, Whiteout?"

A new voice. She recognized it, her mind immediately covering that pitch and tone into a taste. A lemon, acidic and not too great on its own.

Ignoring her knee-jerk reaction, she looked over towards the NightWing.

"Good afternoon, Listener," she greeted.

The dark red dragon looked around the classroom. "Wow, is it always this empty?"

Whiteout titled her head, confused by the question. "It's... after school hours, is it not? I'd be the only dragon in here."

"I know, but there's nothing of note. No books, signs, anything. Kind of bland, except for the paintings, of course."

The two dragons stared at each other, both not daring to make a sound. It was awkward and tense for the hybrid, unsure of what to say or how to respond.

"So, Clearsight wanted me to ask something from you. It's Darkstalker's hatchingday and all that's coming up."

"And my own," she said.

"Yeah, I know, but Clearsight asked about Darkstalker. For some reason he couldn't ask him herself and wanted me to come to you for these questions. Makes no sense, right? She could just ask him for what he wants."

"Clearsight likes surprising him," she said. "I would also say that she likes having choices chosen for her at times rather than stressing over what to say to get my brother what he wants. It would ruin the surprise too if he was asked for what he wanted."

"Yeah yeah, right. You say that as though both of them could be surprised by anything."

Whiteout turned from her work, fidgeting with the paintbrush in her talons. "So... you came to ask me what he wanted for his birthday?"

"Just anything he likes, that's what she asked for. You're the dragon he knows the most after all, more than his own girlfriend. Surprising for how he's constantly hovering around her and his need to be there for every choice she makes."

Whiteout let out a small sigh, hoping she wouldn't notice. "My brother likes wearing jewelry from time to time. Earrings, rings, I believe he's told me about liking crowns."

"As expected with him..."

She bit her lip. "He also likes blankets. Him and I get cold a lot and he feels comfortable under them. He describes it like getting a hug."

"Alright, blankets and jewelry? Is that it?" Listener asked.

Whiteout wanted to say more, but what she wanted even more was for her to leave. "That's about it."

"Dragon of few tastes, huh?" She scoffed. The two stood silently once more, Listener leaning over to observe Whiteout's painting.

"Wow!" she whispered. "Are those the Claws of the Clouds?"

Caught off guard by the sudden question, she looked back at it as if to confirm. "Yes. It is."

"That's really cool," she said, walking over to admire it more. "It's like it's really there."

Delighted by the compliment, yet confused by how she was acting. "Thank you," she mustered.

"Though, it looks like there's a couple smudges here and the trees aren't the best... Plus those dragons don't really have eyes or scales yet."

"It– it's still in progress... I'm not done with it yet."

"Oh, sorry! You're super talented though. You're a very special dragon."

"With... my painting?"

"Yeah yeah! W– with your painting and such. Really great artwork, mh-hm. Is there...never mind, it's a dumb question."

Whiteout just looked at the ground. "Well, uh... thank you."

"Yeah no problem! Thanks for the question. Now you can get back to... drawing your thing."

She stared at her paintbrush. "Thanks..."

And with that, just as quickly as she came, she was gone. A small conversation, yes, but one of many with her that felt... off.

Disingenuous, even with her compliments. She had an aura to her that radiated a certain feeling, one that told her that she didn't exactly see her as one another.

Then again, being called 'Weirdout' a lot when she was younger made her true feelings more clear.

That same lemon-like feeling with her never faded or gotten sweeter. Perhaps she gotten better at hiding her feelings.

But, she was used of it. It stung, but she's come to accept it now. This is who she is. She's the dragon who speaks weird and, despite not talking about it much, thinks and perceives things in 'abnromal' ways.

So, with a heavier heart, she turned back to her painting. The unfinished flaws were more apparent now, but she felt less motivated to fix it. A part of her almost wanted to just... scrap it entirely.

Yet, she held up her brush and began to paint again. Just like everything else in her life, she pressed on, hoping for something better to happen by the end of it all.

[cosmereplay]

I don't know what it is about this RoW reread but I am so into the complex and mostly behind the scenes relationship between Jasnah and Wit. All quotes from chp 64.

...she marched through the frontline warcamp to her tent. Inside, Wit sat at her travel table, scribbling furiously. So far, she'd caught him writing in what she thought were five different alien scripts, though he didn't often answer questions about where they had originated.

Today, he snapped his notebook closed and plastered a smile on his face.

Wit you are acting exactly like Shallan right now, though for very different reasons 😅 I'm sure that Wit acting like Shallan is a bonus for Jasnah. Jasnah I see you choosing another Lightweaver! Shallan wore you down and now you love them love them!

She trusted him, mostly. And he her, mostly. Other aspects of their relationship were more complicated.

I'm frothing at the mouth to know more!!

"Wit."

He sighed, then leaned back in his seat. He was immaculate, as always, with his perfectly styled hair and sharp black suit. For all his talk of frivolity, he knew exactly how to present himself. It was something they'd bonded over.

The transfem!Jasnah and genderqueer!Wit headcanon is so strong right now.

They are both smart, ambitious, and capable. Wit has the artistic/literary lens that Jasnah needs in her life now that Shallan is off on her own. He also has important cosmere knowledge. Jasnah is an important and powerful ally for Wit, who is in desperate need of someone to trust...mostly. They are both well versed in how to carry power and influence others. I'm afraid of them breaking up 😂

[thestormlightnetwork]

HOID.

HOID IS ON PAGE AS I AM WRITING THIS POST HE CAME BACK AS ANOTHER INFORMANT THIS TIME IN FADREX CITY

ok but when he first got on page i was excited because i read his description as having white hair, and i know that his Yolin appearance has white hair. then, i thought it wasn't actually him, because he was also described as old.

then hoid mentioned spren and i knew it was him.

also skaa died really young pre-Collapse so his appearance might seem old to vin.

or he just Lightweaved himself to look older.

EDIT: IT WAS NOT HIM

i was talking about a character named Slowswift who i thought was Hoid, but Hoid himself is mentioned by name a page after but doesn't have screentime (at least in the part i'm at)

[dakimomoe]

Damn, now that is a strong start to an IF. For me personally within a few pages I generally get a feel for if I'll like whatever I'm reading or not, and believe me I've passed over a lot of IFs because of this, But, as for Lightweaver even though there isn't a great deal of content yet, it has me very invested already and that is because your writing is genuinely good, seriously can't wait to see where this goes. Can we get a few random facts about the Ros? if you don't mind?

Thank you! I really enjoy writing Lightweaver so I’m glad that people like it too ❀(*´◡`*)❀

So far, I’ve already established that there will be 3 ROs. I'll put some facts while listing them!

Luna/Leo Bancroft (gender-locked to MC's gender for plot reasons)

A fire weaver.

Loves gardening. It plays a big role in their character route. MC can choose to be interested in it (or not).

A huge cinnamon roll, but they're not afraid to poke MC's shell a bit while still being very careful of their boundaries.

Impulsive. Which sometimes does them good or bad.

Loves to show off their skills. They secretly love receiving praise, especially from MC.

Alice/Alec Langley (L's best friend)

A water weaver.

They enjoy duels and challenging situations. For a water weaver they can be quite rough!

An overthinker. Sometimes, amusingly so.

Logical and academic. But is still game for some good senseless banter. They don't pull their punches... except with MC.

Always has an icy look on their face, but really, that's just their resting bitch face.

June/Juno Patel (2nd year Launwyce student)

An earth weaver.

Intimidating. Always has a surly look on their face, and it's on purpose.

Animal lover. How MC handles animals will also play a big role in their character route. Seriously.

Loves taking care of someone (animals). But secretly loves being taken care of as well.

If you ask them if they're born in June, without a word, they will walk away.

Also wanted to say here that you don't actually have to romance any of them. I personally want their friendship and hate routes to be just as fulfilling! I honestly have so many plans for their route variations that I cannot sleep,,, This ended up being pretty long, oh well... I already have some character visuals for the cast, I might be able to finally make an intro post soon. (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･

[sasoriweek]

Sasori Week 2023 Masterlist

Ships:

Sasori / Deidara

Sasori / Ino

Sasori / Konan

Sasori / Sakura

Sasori / Sakura / Kakashi

Sasori / Sandaime

Prompts:

Day 1 - Preservation / Fear

Art mayskalih KawaiiVictory poissonchan lycheelune spinningdials Warushka Hallous Fic The Puppet House - glayceuzumakiken tell me about eternity (just one more time) - mangofresca Consumption - yaoimongerer To Fear - lycheelune Surface Tension - m-jeevas The Sun Gives Life (to Everything but Us) - stargliders

Day 2 - Truth / Trapped

Art poissonchan: 1 & 2 mayskalih coloriza KawaiiVictory lycheelune Fic The Haunt of Truth - lycheelune Trapped Here With You - konekotaichou Unbecoming - yaoimongerer "There is a dinosaur outside my window. I'm watching it as I write this." - mangofresca The Waiting Room - queercodedvillains Tell the Truth (Or I'll Tell It for You) - twofortea

Day 3 - Time / Kazekage

Art spinningdials mayskalih KawaiiVictory Fic Repetition - mangofresca Tactical - yaoimongerer

Day 4 - Enemy / Love

Art coloriza KawaiiVictory poissonchan mayskalih lycheelune Fic Sasori, loved - lycheelune My Love Is The Killing Kind - Renaerys Crazy in Love - konekotaichou Observed Changes - yaoimongerer The Sweetest Sting - stargliders

Day 5 - Partners / Fantasy

Art mayskalih KawaiiVictory poissonchan Fic The Price of Ambition - konekotaichou There Is a Light - yaoimongerer Twin Primes - mangofresca

Day 6 - Criminals / Family

Art aprito mayskalih poissonchan Fic My Sleep Is Narrow - yaoimongerer Dinner Disaster (Or Is It?) - konekotaichou Tell me about eternity (just one more time) - mangofresca

Day 7 - Beauty / Death

Art mayskalih Fic My Love is Your Death - konekotaichou So many shades of white, so many shades of pale - yaoimongerer Ship of Theseus - mangofresca Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - lightweaving

Art | Fic

Sasori Week 2023

[thetypingdragon]

Saw another post about FR ancients that inspired this, but instead of going off on that post in the tags or otherwise I figured I’d make my own.

OP said they were guessing that the devs would just retcon Imperials being the Lightweaver’s first. It hadn’t occurred to me that they would do that, but now I’m like. I wouldn’t put it past them to do something like that, and if they do I’m going to be SO pissed. I love Imp lore, it’s spooky and weird, and just retconning it instead of finding some more creative way to write around old Imp lore feels boring and lazy and disappointing.

[lightweaving]

Can I uhhhhhh have Itachi/Ibiki or Kakashi/Itachi in “We’ll always toe that fine line but never actually, like, cross it, will we?” 🙏

Listen I love kakaita with a passion so obviously it had to be these two ❤️ I just have so many feelings about their senpai/kouhai dynamic and also the fact that they've both suffered so similarly and THEY CAN HEAL EACH OTHER'S EMOTIONAL WOUNDS OK

Wallflower

Length: 1.3k

Summary: Kakashi finds Itachi hiding out in the Uchiha library.

Regency AU, set after a war that's implied to be an analogue to the Napoleonic Wars

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and Itachi willed whoever it was to walk past the library, to leave him be. But the stars were not in his favour on that day, for the sound paused before it continued, muffled by the carpet that covered the library.

"One would think," a teasing voice sounded, and Itachi felt himself perk up, "that I would be able to locate Lord Uchiha at the ball thrown by the Uchiha Family. And yet, here you sit, far from the festivities. Where I had planned to hide, in fact."

Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Has my absence been noticed so quickly?"

Kakashi chuckled as he entered Itachi's field of vision. He cut a dashing figure as he always did, clothed in a navy blue waistcoat. As Itachi's eyes roved down his figure, a familiar warmth sparked to life within him. "You know it has, my lord. The noble Lord Uchiha, awarded a medal of valour for his daring deeds against Orochimaru? The devastatingly handsome heir to the Naka Dukedom, recently returned from the warfront? The debutantes are casting their eyes all about the ballroom to be the first to spot you. Oh, and your mother is looking for you as well."

Itachi sighed once more, and snapped his book shut. He should return to the ballroom. It was the height of rudeness for him to hide in the library at a party hosted by his own family, and yet…

"It just seems so trivial," he admitted quietly, casting his eyes out the window, watching the steady flow of carriages in and out of the Uchiha Manor grounds. "All the social niceties, pretending I have any interest at all in discussing the weather or the races. To watch them, you would never realise how close to ruination we came. We fought as hard as we did in order to preserve this way of life, and yet, I find myself wholly unable to enjoy it."

Kakashi nodded slowly. "I keep hearing Obito's voice," he admitted. "Nagging at me to ask the wallflowers to dance. I almost did. And then I thought of having my back to all those people."

Not much more needed to be said. Both men well knew the horrors of war. It was not a thing of glory as the poets painted it – it was a thing of fear, of wondering if the man you embraced in the morning would live to see another sunrise. Of praying you would still be able to eat, dress and wash without requiring assistance at the close of each day. Kakashi had been fortunate to have only lost an eye in the conflict. And Itachi? The stars had smiled upon him indeed, for all his scars were invisible ones.

"And so, you sought out this wallflower instead," Itachi said, attempting a moment of levity. That was how it had been between them. Kakashi, bereft at losing Obito, and Itachi, still aching from Shisui's death, had found comfort in each other's company. Taking turns to wallow in despondency, and taking turns to lift the other out of the morass of grief. Just being with each other had soothed the sting of the loss, and he had almost believed himself healed.

Thankfully, his remark worked, and Kakashi snorted. "Of course," he mused. "My Lord Uchiha is hiding because he is too shy to dance! The only way to rectify this would be with a dancing lesson."

Itachi felt his lips quirk upwards. Kakashi always had that effect on him. "If my Lord Hatake would be so kind," he murmured. His heart beat faster at the thought of having Kakashi in his arms once more. They had not touched since they had left the warfront.

Two men sharing a tent and even their bedrolls was not looked askance at when female companionship was lacking, but back in polite society? It was utterly unthinkable. It mattered little that his and Kakashi's touches had been entirely innocent ones – holding each other through nightmares, stroking each other's hair. Any hint of the intimacy they had shared would be enough to court scandal.

Kakashi's hand settled around Itachi's waist, scorching even through the layers of cloth that separated it from his skin. "My Lord, if the purpose of this lesson is to restore my confidence in dancing, should I not be the one to lead?" Itachi remarked, desperately attempting to reduce the tension that had manifested the instant they had touched.

"If it was a normal dancing lesson, then of course," Kakashi replied, eyes twinkling in that way which always lightened Itachi's heart. "But you are a wallflower, and so you must be coaxed. And of course, I am taller than you."

By a scant few centimetres, but it was not as if Itachi was keeping track.

They were entirely silent as they twirled around the room, with only the books to bear witness. And then Kakashi dipped Itachi low before lifting him back up, and both men paused. There was an electricity crackling between them that they were both unwilling to extinguish.

"In Icha Icha," Kakashi said finally, "this would be the moment when the two lovers would kiss."

Itachi could barely suppress his smile. Kakashi had carried that noxious orange book everywhere, even breaking it out during column formations to break the tension before they met the Oto forces in battle.

He lifted a hand to Kakashi's face, tracing its hard planes. Looking into the eye that, like Itachi's, had seen far too much.

"Are we lovers, then?" Itachi whispered.

"We could be."

They could be, if Itachi was willing to forsake his duty as the heir to the Naka Dukedom. They could be, if Kakashi was willing to cry off from his engagement with a wealthy heiress, one that had been arranged while Kakashi was still in the cradle. They could be, if they were willing to be condemned by the ton for their unnatural desires.

But could Itachi truly abdicate, casting all responsibility onto his younger brother's shoulders?

Kakashi must have read the conflict in his expression, for he tilted his head and smiled in that way which forced his eye closed. He had once confided to Itachi that he did it when his eye watered, to prevent a show of weakness. Even as he took a small step back, his hand tightened on Itachi's waist.

"We have always toed that fine line, but it appears that we will never cross it," Kakashi said. Anyone else would have thought he was utterly unruffled. But then, anyone else would not have soothed him through the nightmares he had experienced after Obito had taken a bullet meant for him; would not know that precise set of his shoulders which indicated he was a single step away from the complete annihilation of his dignity.

Itachi felt the breath leave his chest. Something told him that if he allowed Kakashi to walk away now, this would be the end of everything. Of late night conversations over a bottle of whiskey they weren't supposed to have, of verbal spars and practice sword fights which ended in one of them getting pinned beneath the other, sweaty and panting.

Of dances set to a funeral dirge which only they could hear.

"No," Itachi whispered. He swallowed, and forced himself to say it once more with greater emphasis, to ensure Kakashi heard his resolve. "No." He had lost Shisui, and had only survived the loss of the man he loved because Kakashi had been there to patch the hole Shisui had left behind.

If he lost Kakashi too, it would end him.

Seizing Kakashi's face in his hands, Itachi pressed his lips against Kakashi's.

The music crescendoed as their hands and lips explored each other, finally allowing themselves the release they had denied themselves for far too long.

They had given enough of themselves. Perhaps now, it was time to allow themselves to take instead.

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

We miss you, we hope you are being careful. Hope the writing is going great 😃.

Thank you, anon. And to everyone who’s been sending their best wishes and interest on the story.

It’s been a very busy month due to work—which is why I’ve been inactive lately. But Lightweaver is definitely still in the works!

I just haven’t been able to fully dedicate my time to writing like I did during the holidays. But I still write here and there when I can.

So far I’ve written 12k words since the update. I try to expand future scenes in my phone when I’m not able to just sit down and put words on CSIDE.

There will be an update at the end of March, but it probably won’t be the full chapter yet. It’s gotten bigger now that I’ve fleshed out the content more :D

But to give you a small idea on what to look forward to next time… You can meet your potential pet soon!

I won’t be able to answer asks much for the time being—but please know that I appreciate each and every one of them! I’ll still try to answer all of them when I can.

ok . . . that is all . . . thank you for stopping by. I hope you all have a great day! :D

[illarian-rambling]

Forgot there's a knight's radient quiz (linked here) and so I will now be combining my two favorite things, my own writing and the Stormlight Archive, by finding out what order my characters are in. There is no stopping me.

Izjik - Willshaper (same as me!)

Sepo - Elsecaller (same as Jasnah)

Twenari - Truthwatcher (same as Renarin, big surprise)

Djek - Lightweaver (same as Shallan, actually surprising, but also not)

Astra - Willshaper (not surprising, she and Izjik are the characters most like me)

Mashal - Windrunner (same as Kaladin, not surprising in the slightest, but I'm still glad he didn't get Skybreaker)

Ivander - Willshaper (fuck, not another one, but I guess they are my characters, so it tracks that a lot would get my order)

Anyways, thanks for indulging my obsession with this sad, stormy planet and its traumatized, glowing knights!

[sonorous-cicada]

WIP Name Game

Since @lightweaving asked me to list all of my WIP's...this may take a while.

WIPs ranked from degree of progress - from works that have 130,000+ words down to little scraps of 'why did I even open a google doc for this?'

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs

I'm going to tag as many people as I have spoons to reply to😅 @renaerys, @bunnbreaker, @something-like-air, @moonlady9, @rabidbehemoth

Hatake of Kumogakure Super Master Copy (Oc x Darui, Oc x Shisui)

Game of the Gods (Oc x Shisui)

At Soul's End Master Copy (ItaSakuShi)

Shadows of a Red Dawn Re-Write (this shouldn't be this high on this list, but the original gave me more words to play with) (ItaSakuShi)

The Stark Light of Day (ItaSakuShi, sequel to Red Dawn, so it's going to wait until the re-write)

Two Truths and a Lie (ShiSaku)

Twice the Thrush Sang (ItaSaku)

Waves of Summer (Oc x Hana or Shisui, haven't decided)

Dark Minato and Fugaku x Sakura Discipline Fic (this probably won't see the light of day).

ShiIta December

Sasori as the Villain (KakaSaku for JJJ)

The Shifting Sands of Time (KakaSaku Long-fic for 2025)

As it turns out, I'm pretty good about finishing my WIP's haha.

[cosmerelists]

What The Radiant Orders Would See as their Fandom Job on the Internet

Orders on the internet requested by @justheretoreadnotwrite :) 

Justheretoreadnotwrite pointed me to this very fun 17th Shard thread, and asked if I could do a riff on the Radiant Orders being on the internet. Since I wanted to try avoiding the jokes already there, I thought I would focus in on how they'd act in fandom on the internet. Specifically, what would each Order think is their Duty in Fandom?

1. Edgedancers: Finding & Leaving Comments for Zero-Kudo Fics

The Edgedancers make it their mission to listen to those who are forgotten--in this case, fics with no kudos, no comments, or no notes. The Edgedancers come to read them, like them, and comment on them!

2.  Lightweavers: Posting Fanart & Engaging in Character RP chats

You want your favorite character or OC to have art drawn of them? Just ask your nearest Lightweaver! Or, if you just wish you could roleplay with your favorite character, the Lightweavers can do that too. They are, like, VERY good at pretending to be other characters.

3. Bondsmiths: Writing Alt-Text

The Bondsmiths want to make sure that fandom is accessible to all, so they're out there writing descriptions and alt-text for any fanart or tweets or other images that screenreaders might struggle over. Barriers of communication are no match for our friendly Bondsmiths.

4. Truthwatchers: Writing Call-Out Posts

If someone is out there stealing art and posting it on their own blog/twitter/pinterest page as if it's their own....well, they better hope a Truthwatcher doesn't find them. Those Truthwatchers will be telling the original artist, and they may just write a call-out post if they have to.

5.Elsecallers: Writing, just, Really Excellent Analyses and Guides

The Elsecallers are the scholars of fandom. They are writing really in-depth analyses of both the original source and of your fanfic, and they're here posting guides about how to accurately portray, like, dyeing practices of x-century. 

6. Willshapers: Writing Character x Reader Fics and Creating OCs

The Willshapers are out there putting themselves into fandom worlds--and helping you do the same. They're great at creating their own OCs and/or self-inserts, and they're the ones writing all of the Character x Reader fics as well.

7. Stonewards: Writing the Majority of the Actual Fanfic

In terms of sheer output--like keeping the fandom running by doing the hard work of actually writing fics--the Stonewards are leading the way. If there's such a thing as the "front lines" of fandom, I think it's people filling A03 and creating longform content.

8. Windrunners: Forum/Discord Moderation

The Windrunners want to make sure that fandom spaces are protected & safe for their members, so they're likely to take on the role of administrators or moderators--kinda like, you know, being the king's guard but here the the "king" is 19 people who all want to talk about the same character.

9. Dustbringers: Being the Most Popular Person in the Fandom

The Dustbringers are the "great power / great responsibility" order. They know they could level that city or dissolve that person into atoms or whatever, but they have more restraint that that. Probably. In the same way, Dustrbingers are The Person in their fandom. If they choose to retweet or reblog or boost your fic/art/analysis, you are made, my friend. On the other hand, if they decide you're an enemy...

10. Skybreakers: Following the Rules. The Internet Rules. 

Listen, the Skybreakers don't judge rules, they follow rules. So if a fandom on the internet has rules, the Skybreakers really have no choice to follow them. You know, like Rule 34 for example.

So yes, the Skybreakers are out there making sure there is porn of your favorite character. You're welcome.