#patchwork fic

[waywardangel-wilds]

just in case the high school AU patchwork prompt doesn't take off I offer you this:

Peeta contacts a morning radio show to prank call his wife, Katniss, because she said he could never get her. Shenanigans.

[luna-loveboop]

@kikker-oma

Happy Fan Joy July, Oma!!!

Oma, thank you so so much for making Fan Joy July and sharing it with us! Our fandom, our artists, writers, readers, etc have loved seeing or taking part in this crazy challenge.

This is our gift to thank you- from artists all around who were affected by, or got gifts from, or took part in Fan Joy July. We all love you so much- so we made letters/art for this (Zelda themed!). Many said that they had already wanted to make/write you something, and this gave an opportunity.

One of the things I've loved about this month is how community/interaction centered you made it. The challenge was for yourself to make art each day (you absolute maniac /affectionate)- but then others joined. This July we saw or made art or fics with recommendations. Every day you made art for a writer with a scene from one of their fics, and inspired others to do the same, and writers even wrote every day for an artist based off an art piece they made! This led to a month of gift giving- everyone interacting and getting love for creating.

You truly led to a month of Joy for a lot of loz/lu fans- making the name "Fan Joy July" quite accurate

Thank you, Oma

Thank you for the gifts you gave all of us and the way you inspire others

Additional ramblings and art credits below the cut :P

I'm so grateful to all my artists who stepped up so we could do this when I asked- almost 36 hours and 19 artists. The art is like patchwork, with all these different styles, both traditional and digital put together. But that's exactly what happened- we all got drawn together, just like the other month-long challenges. It's so cool how art always connects people.

The artists who participated are @zolanort @la-sera @nancyheart11 @galenfeadraws @shade-pup-cub @arecaceae175 @isasan347 @ghosthoard @smilesrobotlover @unexpectedstormy @skyloftian-nutcase @knight-of-aether @uniquevoidflowers @jinxedruby @windwakingwhale @skyward-floored @xaeorian @blarefordaglare and me Thank you to all of you- You are all so cool and I'm glad! If I accidentally missed tagging or listing someone please let me know I'm so scared of if that happened djskdjdkd

There are letters based off of the colours/theme of each of the Lu boys- it's mainly Zelda and linkeduniverse themed... but we couldn't not have frogs for Oma! I did a frog, his name is Froggy and I'm very proud.

Here's a picture with a list of who did what-

Normally I would apologise for my handwriting, but you guys would just tell me it looks good anyways and honestly it does look good. :D Sorry for the ink splotches tho, and I hope you can read it.

We did this for you, Oma, because... well you are awesome /gen. You gave us the opportunity for a great month and we wanted to say thank you for all the joy you brought us so... thank you :)

Art :D

As for everyone who said they wanted to talk to Oma or other Fan Joy July artists who they loved sharing this month with... feel free to tag and share in the reblogs. Share the joy I guess- there's enough to go around :D

Happy Fan Joy July, Oma :))

[littlebigmouse]

No you don't understand. Reigen does not commit tax fraud or insurance fraud. He doesn't actually have psychic powers, not even a little, or empath powers or what you have it. His family are regular ass people with regular ass jobs and frankly, so is Arataka, a young, self-employed guy living pay-check to pay-check because that's what most people starting out self-employed do. He spends most of the day at work and then gets take-out not because he's bringing college-student energy to the table, but because that's what the average single and fresh member of the japanese work force does. Because holding on to friends at that age is hard enough without existential-crisis-induced self-loathing.

It is so, so important to me that Reigen is the most statistically average twenty something japanese man there is. He's literally just a guy. A perfectly average middle schooler who liked to slack off and forgot his lunch that one time and wanted to be someone one day, when he was filled with youthful optimism, before life got complicated, before he realized he was just another fish in a really, really big ocean with a LOT of other fishes. One perfectly average fish among thousands of other, average fishes that become perfectly average members of society.

[fafodill]

I have 5 wips, 2 short comics/adaptations of fanfic I need to work on (a patchwork family and the war of the roses) and I'm just procrastinating the comics because it's so challenging please gimme strenght

[pepperwebsblog]

I absolutely love your fic A Patchwork Family!!!

I keep re-reading the fic from the beginning whenever you post a new chapter (which takes quite a lot of time at this point, i probably won't be able to do that for much longer)

At the notes of chapter 1, you mention that you made a timetable of birthdays and a floorplan of the house. Is there any way you ever will want post this?

I want to know everything!!!

(Obviously only if it doesn't interfere with your writing and developing of the story)

Hello lovely! thank you so much for your kind words. I love the fic so much too it is very dear to me. Oh my gosh, yeah it's getting quite long you wont be able to keep re-reading it (or well, maybe not if you want a decent bedtime lol!)

aha! yes, I did make spreadsheet and floorplan... and I'm so embarrassed at how rubbish they were -especially the floorplan omg, you'll see below it was a scribble on my phone! So I have spent the past day making cleaner versions that can be shared!!

Ages, Dates and Events

So, with the spreadsheet of ages and dates.... I have a version here which can be viewed and it doesn't give any spoilers of the fic cos there are characters and events I have plotted out who haven't appeared in the fic yet. So it's up to date as of chapter 8 of Patchwork Family and I'll try and update it every couple of chapters from my master doc. (please remind me if I don't!)

Some things to note:

I may tweak birthdays around, for example Maedhros' birthday was supposed to be 2nd September but that's when Elwing passes away so I moved it later in the month. This might happen with other characters.

I really wanted Caranthir and Curufin to be born close together so yes I did work out conception dates and Nerdanel was hardly out of the fourth trimester before getting pregnant again. I can imagine she was very sick of being pregnant the following summer.

Yes Elrond and Elros are born on Valentine's day, I thought it was cute!

Nerdanel's birthday is 1st December I can imagine her being excited each year as it's beginning of advent.

Maglor and Celegorm's birthday's are a day apart and I can imagine they HATED this growing up because it often meant joint birthday parties and joint presents which sucks!

House and Floor Plan

Regarding Maedhros and Maglor's house, I found these really nice pics on pinterest which is how I imagine the front of their house looking. A smush of the two basically.

I actually really enjoyed doing the entire floorplan of Maedhros and Maglor's house, it's HUGE, oh my god, and it was fiddly to get the rooms where I wanted cos I really had the visual in my mind that the grand piano is on the left when you come into the house. And Maglor's studio was in the annex on the side. But after puzzling it all out like a jigsaw I got it!

Ground floor:

You can see here the two pianos, one in the living room, one in the kitchen. The library is where Maedhros likes to spend time and read to decompress and chill. It also functions as another sitting room if a person doesn't want to watch tv with the rest of the family.

Maglor has his studio off to the side. I've not covered this much in the fic but since retiring as a concert pianist Maglor now writes and records music, either releasing it on his spotify or selling it for jingles in ads or tv shows, he makes a decent income from it and it's very flexible working. It's crammed full of instruments. Also please imagine instruments all over the house. Maedhros does a round up once a month and puts them all back in the studio, but they inevitably wander all over the house again.

The kitchen is the main room, it's light and airy and faces onto the garden. So Maedhros will be able to be in the kitchen having tea and watching the kiddos.

There's the dining room where the brothers had their family meeting, but apart from that it's not used much at all.

First Floor:

this was the hardest floorplan to work out to make sure every bedroom had a window and the space was used. Maedhros' office faces out onto the front because I think he'd want to see who was approaching the house and also he can watch for Maglor coming back with the kiddos after picking them up from school. It can also be an extra bedroom if needed.

There's a window at the front of the house with a window seat which makes the hallway lovely and light.

Maglor's bedroom is at the front it's got huge windows and he's got a walk-in closet (of course) and an ensuite bathroom (with bathtub because he's a tub girly) Also instruments and sheet music everywhere. His room is a mess, Maedhros doesnt touch it.

There's three spare bedrooms on this level, basically enough (plus the one upstairs) that all the brothers and Nerdanel can stay over if they want (or there was until Maglor commandeered two attic rooms for Elros and Elrond, but we'll get to that)

There's a big family bathroom with a tub and shower. Maedhros and Maglor will do bathtime with the kiddos here.

Maedhros' room is at the back of the house and it means he can hear all the lovely birds chirp in the morning as he wakes up early. He's got an ensuite too.

Second Floor/ Attic:

Lot's of storage up here in the eaves of the house.

This is where Maglor is currently busy turning one of the bedrooms into Elrond and Elros' and then he decided they also needed a playroom too next door. The twins do have a big bathroom up here but they dont use it too much.

There's a spare bedroom up here with an ensuite, I imagine Nerdanel would stay in this room if she came, it's probably the most peaceful one. Or it was before Elros and Elrond!

Basement:

Down here is where you can come in from the garden and dump muddy football boots (Elros) and the laundry/utility room and extra storage.

There's garden storage for bikes and tools.

And there's the gym as well which can be access independently from the outside along with a washroom. Maedhros spends time here running on the treadmill and doing his strengthening exercises. Maglor also uses it time to time but he prefers to swim so goes to the local pool down the road or when it's sunny, the lido in town.

and this was the first scribble

Hope this was helpful and useful!! Any questions let me know!

[dynamicdiplomacy]

New Fic Alert!

Lives Told in Patchwork Quilts

Fandom: The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)

Characters: Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, Darrel 'Darry' Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Relationships: All friendship and sibling bonding, no romance

Summary: Based on a scene in the musical where Cherry returns Johnny’s clothes to Ponyboy and he just sits with his knees to his chin, clutching the bundle of clothes to his chest and refusing to speak. It was so poignant, such a moment of raw and real grief.

Tags: Post-book, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Brotherly Love, Good Brother Darrel Curtis, Good Brother Sodapop Curtis, Sickfic, Everybody Needs a Hug, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Ponyboy's Grief, Canonical Character Death, Everyone's Struggling But They're Struggling Together

Available on AO3:

[billycorn]

So, how exactly did Jasper become Darkrai?

Caspian (Dusknoir) was travelling the space between worlds when he came across a lost soul. Strictly speaking, he was supposed to ferry this soul across the void, to the afterlife. Yet, this soul, despite having lived more than fifteen years, was so small, so young and cold. Caspian took the soul back to his homeworld where it became a human boy, only 4 or 5 years old. A curious thing, noting the soul was older than that (I'll get into that in a different post). Caspian named the boy Jasper, and raised him as his own.

Jasper gained the ability the understand Pokemon when his soul took form in the PMD world. So, Jasper grew happily, making friends with the other children. Yet, without powers, pokemon features or abilities, there was always a disconnect between him and the others. Caspian was his only true support, his only close relationship. So, when Caspian got sick and passed away, Jasper was left all alone.

Unable to overcome his grief and loneliness, he set out in search of a legend Caspian had once told him about. Jasper found her, Celebi, dancing amongst the trees, singing to the forest.

He asked her, "Great lady, please, send me into the past, that I may be with my father again."

But she answered, "I will not. You would be happy for a time, but eventually, your father would die again. Such is the way of things. Notice the forest, how that which is dead feeds into what remains, becomes part of it, and finds new life. It will take time, but grow around your grief."

Jasper acknowledged the wisdom in her words and asked for her guidance. The pair spent much time together, but Jasper's pain did not fade. Instead, he nursed it, and deceived Celebi. He learned that she only ever took short glimpses into the future because to know her future would distort her experience of it. So, one night, when Celebi slept, Jasper attacked her. In her panic, Celebi opened the Passage of Time, and they both fell in. As they moved through time, Celebi unleashed a burst of energy. This sent Jasper careening into the past, and when he awoke, he was human no longer. He had a much more sinister form; the form of nightmares. The explosion in the Passage of Time had filled his head with shattered glimpses through time: The Dimensional Scream. This echoed throughout the timeline, granting the ability to every version of himself.

During his time with Celebi, Jasper had learnt of Temporal Tower. So, he waited, and waited, until the time came, when Caspian was alive, and raising a human boy. It was then, that Jasper sabotaged Temporal Tower, paralysing the planet, and preventing his Father's death.

After this, Jasper went to be reunited with his Father once more. Yet, Caspian didn't recognise him. Worse still, was the horror on Caspian's face as Jasper explained all that had happened. Caspian begged Jasper to undo what he had done. Jasper was furious, and terrified. So, he planted a seed, the fear of death, deep with Caspian, and left.

Caspian set out, with the human Jasper at his side, and sought ways to undo what had been done. Yet, as time passed, the seed of fear grew and Caspian slowly lost control of himself. He begged his son to run, live, and keep fighting. They would be together when the sun shone again.

So, the young boy fled, hopelessly travelling across the Dark Future. Starved, bruised and very weak, he stumbled across someone who knew him well; Celebi. She took him in and a short time later they met Grovyle. From there, it was the same old story. Until, months after Temporal Tower's collapse, Jasper was resurrected. While the Rufflet awoke on the beach outside Treasure Town, reuniting with his Partner, Darkrai awoke in the dark somewhere, all alone.

Having seen all that his other self had accomplished, and all Caspian had fought for, Darkrai took a new name, Patch. With this, he set out for Treasure Town. It was too late for him, but if he could fix the brokenness deep within Hero, perhaps that boy would never be corrupted. Then, Caspian would never fail to recognise him again. So begins the patchwork.

[angelsdean]

oh i love writing dreamscapes. they can get so weird. dream logic is so fun to play with. the imagery is so fantastical. like yes our boy is literally weeping perfect little teardrops of solid silver. they are pinging down all around him like pearls.

[elthadriel]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for Cody/Waxer/Boil?

It’s really just a combination of unfortunate positioning and having been awake for long enough that Boil had forced himself to stop keeping track.

Boil’s helmet comm crackles, Butcher’s voice coming through patchy and full of static. “Commander Cody, this is LT Butcher reporting.”

Cody’s helmet hangs at his waist, visor smashed beyond all reasonable use. He speaks into the comm at his wrist instead. “Butcher, report.”

Boil’s throat constricts, anxious nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Made contact with Waxer and his unit,” Butcher says. He sounds as tired as the rest of them, but the relief in his tone gives away the good news even before he continues. “All accounted for. Some minor injuries to attend to, and then we’ll join you at the extraction point.”

“Minor injuries?” Patchwork says from somewhere behind Boil. “After the scare they gave us they couldn’t have mustered up something more dramatic?”

Boil barely hears it. The news takes a moment to sink in, for the numb dread he’s been nursing to be replaced with jubilant relief. It only takes another moment for him to remind himself where he is, and the professionalism that’s expected of him. Unfortunately before that second realisations hits he does something uncharacteristic and provides Patchwork with the drama he’s looking for.

Boil rips off his helmet and grabs the man closest to him, laying one right on the man’s mouth. He realises what exactly he’s doing as soon as their mouths make contact and then he’s wrenching himself backwards, eyes wide.

The only saving grace is that Marshal Commander Cody of the Third Systems army looks more confused than annoyed.

The silence is uncomfortably dense. The longer Cody stares at him the worse it gets, morphing into something that squirms in Boil’s gut and makes him feel like a cadet still too young to have been fitted for their first set of armour.

“Sorry, sir,” he croaks. “I didn’t mean to…”

He looks around frantically, looking for some sort of help. The rest of the men are either staring with the same horrified expression as Boil would aiming towards himself too, or very deliberately not looking. Maybe there are still Seps left after all. Maybe they can mount a surprise attack and save him from his own stupidity.

”Didn’t mean to what, lieutenant?” Cody asks. The confusion has faded into a terribly familiar expression. Cody’s eyebrows are raised in a challenge and Boil is too busy dying of mortification to even consider how he might avoid the trap he’s about to be walked into.

Boil’s going to open his mouth and make it worse. He doesn’t have any other choice.

“I…” he says, mouth too dry to continue. He’s going to combust and Cody is going to watch with mild amusement. Boil licks his lips trying desperately to find his voice again.

He probably can’t taste Cody. It’s probably just his imagination.

Patchwork is an excellent sergeant. He’d earned himself a reputation by throwing himself on a grenade and saving Commander Tano’s life two weeks after she was deployed. It seems he intends to make a habit of it.

Patchwork whistles.

Cody’s eyes snap away from Boil to Patchwork.

“Something to say, sergeant?”

“Always, sir,” Patchwork says, hauling himself to attention.

Boil takes the mercy his brother has shown him and slams back on his helmet, hiding his flaming face and shuffling away as quickly as he can manage. Cody will notice anyway, but he doesn’t turn back, accepting Patchwork’s noble sacrifice.

“So when I ask for volunteers to inventory what’s left of our ammo, I assume that means you plan to offer you and your squad.”

Patchwork doesn’t hesitate. “Of course, sir.”

Cody snorts. “Get to it then.”

Patchwork’s squad groans, but hoist up their kit and follow after the martyr.

Boil manages to pretend that Cody isn’t looking at him again until Cody huffs. In the corner of Boil’s eye Cody loosens up, expression finally softening into amusement. Boil glares at his kit as Cody approaches—Cody might not be angry, but that doesn’t mean Boil can stand the embarrassment of continuing the conversation.

Cody doesn’t stop, but passes close enough that he can reach out and clap Boil’s shoulder.

“Not while we’re on duty, trooper,” Cody says.

Boil splutters, jerking his head up just in time to see Cody smirk before he’s all business again, returning to organising the rest of the extraction.

Waxer might not survive today after all—he’s going to die laughing when he hears about this.

[mollywog]

She broke into a jog as the evening shower rapidly increased to a steady downpour. She’s halfway home when her steps falter at the sight of something leaned up against a tree. Or someone… But what fool would take shelter under a tree at the signs of a thunderstorm? She reasons that it’s curiosity and not concern she’s feeling when she slows her pace to get a better look, but her rationale flys out the window when she recognizes the prone form.

Oh no. Not him.

Her stomach drops at the sight. A half conscious Peeta Mellark is propped, bruised and bloody against the ash’s rough bark.

But what can she do? She’s not sure he can stand on his own and he’s easily twice her size! Maybe she could run for help?

A bolt of lightning illuminates the sky and that settles it; she can’t leave him here.

patchwork prompt

Let's play an Everlark prompt game! I'll make it up right now.

One person gives a concept/idea and the other person tries to make it into a story. We keep going in a chain until we've created a quilt of a story! I'll go first, here's a concept:

Everlark stuck outside in the rain.

please play! i think this could be really fun!

[housediva]

In His Defense (Emergency!)

Summary: After leaving the lawyer's office, Johnny finds himself having to defend his fashion choices.

[racingliners]

A lot of sewing and pressing later...

So it's as expected not the size I originally planned because of my seam allowance being out... but that's okay! Sewing machine feet are pretty easy to find so I should be able to find out with a quarter inch edge so my next quilt will be the size I want.

But I'm still really happy bc it still looks really nice 🥹

[rd-eternity]

Finally finished binding patchwork quilts like a patchwork land by @eneiryu, aka 400 glorious pages of one of the first long Thiam fics I ever read.

[kira-lovejoy]

Clownin' Around

(OC x OC)

A/N: Okay... I don't write fics or anything like this...Uhm.. it's 2am, I've been planning to write this for a very long time now and, it's about my two OCs! Smiles and Patchworks. Border/divider credits are at the end :) Not proofread!!

Summary: After a long, tiring show with Patchworks and Smiles! (Fluff with a TINY bit of angst)

TW: Self Harm scars mentioned, Clowns/Circus themes, perverted boss/ringleader, perverted behaviours,⚠️THEY ARE BOTH GIRL LIKERS!!😱⚠️

Kacey=Patchworks

Seline=Smiles

Zane=The perverted boss (he has no other name)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kacey(Patchworks) walked to the back of the now empty circus tent, she'd just been doing a show for a bunch of kids and odd adults who looked at her suspiciously.

She walked into her so called 'dressing room' which was just a smaller zip-up section at the back of the tent, she had to take off all that clown make-up and finally get changed into her comfy clothes, sweatpants and an old roughed up band shirt she'd had since she was 16.

Checking her phone every few minutes, Seline(Smiles) should be here soon to pick her up, Kacey had been looking forward to going home for a while now, finally being able to sit down, relax and not be near anymore insufferable children or 'edgy teens' who only came with their families and clearly showed everyone how they didn't want to be there.

After taking off her makeup and finally taking down her hair, the sound of the zip to her area opened, she looked to see who it was, and low and behold, it was Zane, he was the last thing she wanted to deal with in that moment, he was already eyeing her up in that sick way he always did, he gave her special treatment and said she was just the 'best clown I've ever hired'.

"Kaceyy~ I haven't seen your gorgeous face in a hot minute!" Zane said, his words sounded like poison, trying to drag you in and failing miserably.

Kacey didn't say anything, just glaring.

"Kacey? Are you okay my dear, do you need me to give you a little.. *massage* to calm you down-?"

"-No! I'm fine! No need!" She immediately interrupted, she'd only heard from ex-performers that when Zane said that he would try do gross things. Kacey shoved him out and zipped the wall back up, she heard her phone ping and immediately knew it was Seline, so she checked it and replied.

Kacey grabbed her bag and quickly unzipped her wall, going out, walking past a pissed off Zane on the way, she ignored him and walked outside, getting to the parking lot after a few minutes, finding it empty, except for the black jeep, running, Seline sat in the driver's seat.

Kacey got to the car, opened the door and hopped inside, making sure not to slam the door too loud.

"Hun, ye' good?" The thick Scottish accent was somewhat comforting and worked well against Kacey's Latvian one.

"Just fine, don't worry about it Sel."

"Ya' sure 'bout that? Ye' look a bit roughened up" Seline enquired.

"Yeah. I'll just tell you anything at home"

"Sounds good ta' me"

The sound of the car starting was heard, the engine running softly. The noise was comforting and grounding for Kacey, Seline's humming adding on to the comfort. So comforting that she'd fallen asleep during the 30 minute drive.

"Kace? Wake up luv"

"..Hmm? Ughhh..." Kacey yawned, the car was parked in the driveway, she slept through the whole drive, darn, she wanted to at least watch the moon for a bit.

Seline unbuckled Kacey's seatbelt, helping her out of the car and inside the house, somehow closing the car door with her hip whilst basically carrying a 20 year old woman, how could she do that? She was practically a stick! It was actually impressive.

Seline dragged Kacey to the sofa in the living room and flopped her down, leaving to the kitchen and making two cups of tea.

Kacey got comfy, shifting around the blankets and pillows a bit, turning on some random calming TV show, letting it play and not even focusing. Her attention was broken away from the blaring screen, she watched Seline as the Scot placed the two cups of tea on the table, getting comfy next to Kacey.

After an hour of them just peacefully sitting there, barley speaking to eachother and half paying attention to the TV, Seline started tracing the small faded scars on Kacey's arm, using her dull nail to trace small stars and hearts on the girl's arm, Kacey's shoulders relaxed and sunk, her eyelids fluttering shut.

They both ended up falling asleep on the sofa, cuddling, the TV noise cancelled out by the soft wind outside.

A/N 2: Ahhh!!! I did this in like 40 minutes omggg

Anyways,

Space divider credits: @enchanthings-a

Lesbian star divider credits: @cafekitsune

[pepperwebsblog]

New Chapter! Chapter 12: A fun day out

Start from the beginning

Summary: Trying to build a new civilian life for himself Maedhros gets an unexpected call which turns everything on its head. His estranged cousin-in-law Elwing has died and left behind two small children. When asked if he and his family could look after them Maedhros is hesitant, but this might actually be the new start he needs, whilst rediscovering old parts of himself and wondering where along the way Maitimo was lost. A story of new beginnings, finding family and love out of the ashes of old lives. Words: 64,744 Chapters 12/? Rating: M

[tl-hercules]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/61319842"><strong>The Blood, The Body</strong></a> (1514 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/TL_Hercules"><strong>TL_Hercules</strong></a><br />Chapters: 2/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Amazing%20Digital%20Circus%20(Web%20Series)">The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Ragatha/Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus)<br />Additional Tags: Drabble Series, summaries and content stuff in the beginning of most chapters<br />Summary: <p>A collection of Rooble drabbles.</p>

Básicamente >:3