#picardcrusher

[katsitsiyo]

When I was 5, I watched the Star Trek: TNG episode “Attached” (s7 ep8) and positively IMPRINTED on it 👁️👄👁️

So I comm’d fellow ST fan @marleywardart to create this piece of Picard & Crusher having their simple breakfast of “coffee and croissants” together. 🥰

I just love them sm. 🥹💗🫶

But yes, highly recommend the whole series but especially the episode Attached. The bond forcing them to feel each other’s feelings and hear each other’s thoughts!! ✅ The yearning!! ✅ The loaded history between the two of them!! ✅ It is a perfect episode. 😌😌

[ktlsyrtis]

Jill/Elly - 45. “When’s the last time you slept?”

A sequel to do I chase the night or does the night chase me? Also on ao3

Jill’s hands are dirty.

Well, that’s not true. She washed them as soon as she got to the hospital, scrubbed under hot water until her skin was pink. But they feel dirty, covered in the lingering specter of sticky wetness. 

Elbows propped on her knees, she wrings her hands between them, rubbing her thumb back and forth against a chapped knuckle, tries to dispel the phantom sensation. Remind herself that it’s not real, that there’s nothing there but pale, calloused skin. 

Her hands may be clean, but her shirtsleeves are soaked in blood. Elly’s blood.

It’s been hours since they took Elly into surgery. How many, Jill couldn’t say, the time going past in a blur. She’s been posted in an uncomfortable chair in a nondescript hallway like a sentinel. Staring at the stain, stark against the white of her shirt, watching it turn from red to worn, rusty brown.

Her jaw aches from clenching against the feeling that’s squeezing at her chest; she still can’t decide if she wants to throw up or scream.

“Guv?”

Jill blinks, looks up to find Quinn standing over her, worry on his face, and a steaming cup of tea in hand. She takes it with a small, grateful smile, sips at the too hot liquid and barely feels the burn.

“Any word?” he asks. Jill just shakes her head, doesn’t trust her voice to not betray her.

Quinn hovers awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. He’s the only one in the CID who knows about her and Elly, the only one who knows that she’s here in the hospital in a capacity far beyond official. His mouth opens, snaps shut again just as quickly.

“I brought your spare shirt,” he says, holding out a plastic covered hanger. She knows what he’s really saying is she’ll be all right and I’m here for you. But they’ve never been that kind of friends.

“Thanks,” she says, voice like gravel, draping the shirt over the chair beside her. “You should get back to the station. Let them know that I-,” she coughs, the words sticking in her throat. “Tell them…”

“I’ll take care of it, Guv.” The understanding in Quinn’s voice is almost too much. Jill focuses her blurry eyes on the tips of her loafers. “We’re gonna find him. You have my word.” 

A hand squeezes briefly against her shoulder, and she hears footsteps receding into the distance.

Eventually she manages to get herself into the ladies, her legs stiff and heavy. She strips off her shirt in a stall, pulls on the crisp blue one from the bag. Stuffs the ruined fabric into the trash on her way to the sinks.

Jill catches her reflection in the mirror as she washes her hands, sees the tightness around her mouth, the darkness beneath her eyes. She looks old, tired. 

Terrified.

The view shifts in her mind’s eye, a sense of familiarity washing over her. She remembers a morning a few days prior, brushing her teeth in the bathroom of her flat. Elly appeared behind her, fresh from bed; dark hair a mess and sleep-filled eyes, wearing a baggy t-shirt that only just fell to her thighs. She reached past Jill to grab her own toothbrush, pressing warmly against her back for a moment. Their eyes met in the mirror, both smiling around mouthfuls of minty foam.

It’s the kind of domesticity Jill never thought she wanted, certainly never looked for, but now like so many things with Elly feels only right.

Out of nowhere anger boils up inside her; rage at the unfairness of it all mixing with the blind fear of losing Elly. All consuming, bursting out of her with a snarl.

A shock of impact shoots up her arm where her fist connects with the metal towel dispenser, the pain clearing her head a bit. She flexes her hand, glances between her distorted reflection in the dented metal and the smear of blood across her knuckles.  

Doesn’t look back as she returns to her post.

- - -

A faint groan pulls Jill from a fitful doze. For a moment she’s disoriented, hardly knows where she is. A second soft noise snaps her mind into focus, and she straightens in the chair.

One of the nurses took pity on her in the late hours. Somehow convinced the attending that, given the nature of Elly’s injuries, it was only sensible to have a police presence in the room as a precaution. The significant look she gave Jill as she asked if she’d be willing to stay spoke to her perceptiveness. 

Elly’s eyes flutter open and sheer relief that washes over Jill leaves her a little dizzy. She sees Elly’s brow furrow, confused, her eyes huge and dark against the waxy pallor of her skin.

“Hey, you’re all right,” Jill soothes, taking Elly’s hand where it lies limp against the stiff hospital blanket. “You’re at the hospital.”

Her mouth opens as if to speak, but all she manages is a dry cough. Jill grabs the cup of water from the bedside table, holds the straw to Elly’s parched lips as she takes a small sip.

“Did you catch him?” Elly rasps, and Jill can’t help but smile. Of course that’s what she’d worry about.

“Not yet, but we will. Quinn’s on it.” She lifts Elly’s hand, settles it more firmly in her own. “I’ve been slightly preoccupied worrying about you.”

Elly hums softly, squeezing back around Jill’s fingers.

“When’s the last time you slept?” she asks. “You look terrible.”

Jill barks out a laugh at that. “You’re one to talk.”

“At least I have an excuse.” Elly chuckles, the sound fading into a pained groan as her stomach muscles clench, and Jill has to push back the memory of Elly moaning in pain in a pool of her own blood. She presses her lips to Elly’s knuckles, takes a slow shaky breath.

“You scared me, Eliza,” Jill whispers against her skin, voice thick. Elly’s grip tightens, and Jill feels the brush of fingers against her hair.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s so much Jill wants to say, but Elly is already starting to fade, eyelids drooping. In that moment, Jill vows to not let another day go by without making sure that Elly knows exactly how she means to her.

For now, she reaches up to smooth Elly’s lank hair back from her forehead, thumb brushing against her cheek.

“Get some sleep.” Elly murmurs a bit, pressing her cheek into Jill’s hand.

Jill starts to pull away, to let Elly rest, but her hand clenches, holding Jill in place.

“Stay close,” Elly asks, the words a little indistinct, slurred with exhaustion. “Please?”

Jill just scoots her chair closer, slotting their fingers together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[bonnissance]

tangelo & lemon :3

if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be? motherfkn selkie, babe!!!! do you have any pets? what are their names? the sonboy! His name is Captain Rascal the Third and he has a kind face. 

[esmes]

9, 12, 42, 72 :)

9. sunny side up! - red velvet

12. genius - sia, labrinth, diplo

42. tempo - lizzo & missy elliott

72. kids in the dark - bat for lashes

thanks for asking! 🖤

[spacetrekked]

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[driftwoodthrone]

unfortunately, white people continue to act up. so we’re rebranding. 

picardcrusher → @raffaela-musiker

[berenaremix]

EXCHANGE MASTERPOST:

Below is a list of all our remixes, as well as the fics they were inspired by. You can also find the full collection over at AO3

The aunt and the third-favourite historian by @fortytworedvines └ inspired by she stops my bones from wondering just who I am by @slightlyintimidating

The calm to my storm, my sun when it rains by @ariverandasong └ inspired by Sweeter Than Chocolate, Hotter Than Fire by @professorflimflam

Call, and I'll Come (Home) by @akaanonymouth​ └ inspired by The Calls by @sassyrequin​

Caring for Us. by @fiiveroundsrapid └ inspired by My Baby Just Cares For Me by @hartkinsao3

Damaged Soul by @littlemisso └ inspired by Haunted Heart by @patsystonewall

Elul by @sosaywefrakkinall └ inspired by Caveat by @akaanonymouth

The Flight by @sassyrequin └ inspired by Flight of Fancy by @littlemisso

hearth and home by @picardcrusher └ inspired by Fancy(dress), don't let me down by @elitryalittle

Heatwave by @kooili158 └ inspired by Snow Days by @ariverandasong

i choose you (the eternity remix) by @walkthegale └ inspired by Choice by @fiiveroundsrapid

i searched for happy endings (and there you were) by @lesbianishstuff └ inspired by happier times with the happiest to come by @bonnissance

I Taught The Sea My Song by @patsystonewall └ inspired by Come Away With Me by @sententiousandbellicose

I'm hooked on all these feelings by @bitheflowers └ inspired by dream about that casual touch by @ylizam

i've acquired a taste for a well-made mistake by dashwoods └ inspired by The Wrong Thread by @kooili158

Love Is a Promise (Don't Leave Me) by @sententiousandbellicose └ inspired by Home is wherever we are if there's love here too by @daisydoctor13

Night Scented Stock by @bonnissance └ inspired by Undersell, Overdeliver by @wonkots42

Panthera Leo Domesticus by @wonkots42 └ inspired by Olli by @lesbianishstuff

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This by @professorflimflam └ inspired by In her dreams by @fortytworedvines

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine by @daisydoctor13 └ inspired by let the soft animal of your body love what it loves by @picardcrusher

Until You're Better by @slightlyintimidating └ inspired by Whatever may come, your heart I will choose. by @sosaywefrakkinall

when there's no ground(remixed) by @hartkinsao3 └ inspired by when there's no ground by @walkthegale

you don't have to call me yours, my love by @ktlsyrtis └ inspired by I will not tire of you by @bitheflowers

[featherxquill]

Fics Wot I Wrote in 2019 (and the 2010s in general!)

So it’s the end of a decade, and I wrote some fic this year! I am going to do the usual list, but I thought I might modify the end-of-year meme into an end-of-decade meme, and have a bit of a look back at the fandoms I’ve written in and the fics I wrote throughout the 2010s, because it’s certainly been a more diverse decade than the last!

So, here is the list of Stuff From This Year:

January 28: The Witch of South Kensington - The Infinite Bad - G - Cornelia and Sebastian and a weird, well, infinitely bad sort of domesticity

April 7: to beckon me in languages i’ve never learned - James Bond - Bond/M - E - M decides what bendings of her will she’s willing to forgive

October 18: If Not Me - Arc of a Scythe - Curie/Faraday - T - Faraday fishes Curie out of the water, and they make the long road-trip back to Conclave together

It’s been a bit of a transition year for me, but look! I have been writing! And there’s one more fic I have completed this year but not yet posted, and it’s a long bastard, so I am quite happy with myself.

And here is the little meme thing, though I’ve modified it a bit to reflect on the decade, because I thought that might be fun.

Fandoms I have written in during the 2010s: Harry Potter, Sanctuary, Scott & Bailey, The Infinite Bad, James Bond, Arc of a Scythe. There are few other things I wrote for Yuletides past, too, but I wouldn’t specifically call that participation in those fandoms, so I’ve left them off.

First fic of the decade: An Interesting and Difficut Woman (HP, Muriel/Ollivander, E)

Last fic of the decade: If Not Me (linked above) or, really, the unpublished monster-fic that is now awaiting beta

Longest fic of the decade: One Time Thing (S&B, Gill/Julie, E). This is my longest fic of all-time, actually, and will remain so even when I publish my new thing. 50K. How did I even. I had a full-time job in 2015, though I do remember starting it before that job happened.

Shortest fic of the decade: Was a Yuletide treat drabble thing about Robot Unicorn Attack, but I’m going to go with a thing I am actually still pretty proud of, Burning, which is 173 words of slightly dark Albus/Minerva, that it turns out I’m glad I posted to ao3, because the LJ comm it was originally written in a comment on has now been deleted and purged.

Something I learned while writing in the 2010s: That I am capable of moving on to new fandoms, though probably not being truly multi-fandom. I have learned that I am serially monogamous, fannishly. Apart from Yuletides past, which have always been a bit of a holiday deviation, I rarely go back to back to writing in a fandom once a new one takes hold of me, something that sometimes makes me sad, but the muse wants what it wants, I guess. I think I move on when I am ready to. I started the decade still firmly in HP, where I had been since roughly 2003, and by now I have cycled through several new interests, which can be happy or melancoly depending on the way I look at it (I am generally not sad to move on to new ideas, but I am sometimes sad that moving to new fandoms sometimes means losing touch with friends from old ones).

Something I’m surprised about when I look back at my fic over the decade: That I can look back at my first fic of the decade, and really most things I have written in the past ten years, and still be damn proud of them. I think part of it is age and maturity, but an even larger part of it is that in about 2008 I started regularly using a BETA, and ever since, I can look back at the things I have written and be proud rather than cringing. Seriously, a good beta is worth her weight in gold, and I have known a few. Hold onto your betas, peeps, and if you don’t have one, GET ONE. Your future self will thank you.

Something that I miss: The comment culture of LJ, and the general tight-knit-ness of my little corner of fandom there. Fandom is now definitely a diaspora, and I have made many wonderful connections in the years since I moved to tumblr/twitter, but god do I miss the comment culture of things like LJ fic exchanges in particular. That might also in part be me missing being a part of a fandom that was LARGE even within its niches. But the muse wants what it wants, lol.

Something that makes me happy: The friends that I have made in my fandoms of the decade - shit, I mean, @incandescent-justice and @girlonabridge and @aubrys and @little-brisk all became proper Real Life Friends of mine when I lived on their continent, and @picardcrusher and @sapphoshands and @moocowmoocow thanks for also screaming about lady detectives with me. And I am so, so pleased that being into Sanctuary helped me meet @troiings and audio drama fandom put me in touch with @lothiriel84 and @mifhortunach and just. yeah. There are probably more people I’m going to feel bad about forgetting but like, FADOM FAMS it means so much to me!

Strongest memories of writing from the decade: Writing ‘Scenes From a Very Special Friendship’ in a notebook in 2011 while on holiday attending DiaCon Alley in the UK, teasing it to the person I was writing it for and talking about it with @kiwi-collideoscope. Writing ‘A Sexual Awakening in Five Acts’ in the breaks at my retail job, sometimes skiving and taking hella long breaks on the steps outside the store and sometimes writing smut in the breakroom while trying to keep a straight face - I think that was the first fic I really wrote large chunks of on my phone, a practise that I have continued, and continues to make me happy. Writing a scene of ‘Be Here, By Me’ in which Julie Dodson smokes a cigarette with the sun on her face while doing exactly the same thing myself. Sitting in the restauarant/bar of my hotel in Berlin with my evening cup of tea (because German hotels don’t have a kettle in the room? idek) writing ‘Warrirors’, which was my first Infinite Bad fic, and the first fic I had written in two years. Starting to write ‘Tethers’ in the taxi in Manila on my way to the airport after my stopover on my way home to Sydney in 2018.

Something I wish I’d written: I wish I’d been able to get on the Berena train, fanfic-wise, but it was such a wild explosion that I couldn’t keep up with it, and the fact that canon never stopped really threw me, too. I really wish I’d managed to write that fucking Yuletide assignment in 2016, though, because none of the NYR prompts have grabbed me since.

Where I think the 2020s will take me: i honestly have no idea, but it might be fun to speculate for the future. Into new fandoms, I think is a safe bet - probably fandoms with Awesome Ladies. I hope this Arc of a Scythe thing can carry me a bit further, but after that, who knows? At the start of the decade, I had no idea that Scott & Bailey existed, or that I would fall for Sanctuary as hard as I did. I had no idea a wild and crazy RPG podcast would be the thing to pull me out of a two-year dry spell, or that I would finish a fic that had been sitting in my WIPs for two years (that’s ‘to beckon me’, btw, thanks, @tayryn, for helping me do a thing I never thought possible and take something OFF the backburner!). But yeah, whatever my 2020s fannish journey holds, I bet it has Awesome Ladies in it - particularly older ones.

[daisydoctor13]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe Characters: Serena Campbell, Bernie Wolfe, Jason Haynes, Charlotte Dunn Additional Tags: Berena remix, Angst with a Happy Ending, as in canon created the angst and this fixes it, Canon Divergent, they both start to communicate so that's good

Summary:Without realising, Bernie has been waiting for an excuse to visit Serena. After Greta's accident, Jason provides her with the perfect opportunity.

My fic for @berenaremix is based on the brilliant Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves by @picardcrusher (which you should definitely read first before mine). I have attempted to rewrite this from Bernie’s POV, which was a challenge because I usually default to Serena. I hope you all enjoy! 

[fortytworedvines]

It’s hard to end a relationship. Even harder when the person you’re trying to dump has faked your death and kept you cuffed to their radiator for the last six months. But if anyone can find a way, Bernie Wolfe can. 

My final fix-it! With thanks to @batnbreakfast and @picardcrusher for the use of their headcanons and @wonkots42 for the title and summary.

An escape story with a happy ending, naturally.

[madamedefarge]

Worst ending ever! #startrekthenextgeneration #tng #startrek #picardcrusher

[ktlsyrtis]

what was THAT scene in "this is where love is taking me" - which is honestly one of your most evocative work, and an underrated favourite of mine.

I’m not sure that there was a single scene that compelled me to write the whole thing, but I think the scene I was most excited to write was the conversation between Serena and The Crone. I felt like that was key to making the whole thing feel vaguely eerie and mythological, and the dialog was very fun to write 😊

[ask about a fic & I’ll tell you which was ‘THAT SCENE’]

[ktlsyrtis]

1, 9 & 25 :)

1. Your favourite playlist (made by yourself or someone else)I answered this here, but another fave of mine is Power Bops for Power Bottoms. Excellent ‘dance around your house’ tunes

9. A quote that you would consider getting tattooed or putting in a frameInterestingly, of all my tattoos none of them are strictly words. I’m gonna cheat and say the quote which I have a large poster of in my office, which is “Done is better than perfect”. It’s a bit of a mantra of mine

25. A game you’re playing that takes your mind off thingsI’ve gotten obsessed with this ios game called Two Dots. Challenging enough to require attention with too much intense thought, it’s been an excellent time waster

[stay at home asks]

[ktlsyrtis]

for berena: communication and going to therapy

Communication:No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Ugh, gross! That is a hard no for both of them, full stop! 

Therapy:No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Like, it’s ok for other people. But for them, it’s only as a last resort for short term resolutions. They’re not into it as a lifestyle

[send me a kink & a character]

[ktlsyrtis]

I just assume you've picked up a lot of random hobbies or skillsets over the years. Carpentry? Welding? GLASSBLOWING?

I have actually done all of those things, to one degree or another. I tend to be a hobby gatherer 😂

[tell me what you assume about me]

[bonnissance]

7, 9, 22! 😊

What is your favorite form of self expression? tell men they ain’t shit Where is your favorite place on earth? curled up comfy in bed w the cat napping around my legs When in life did you laugh the hardest? i have a specific laugh for when i’ve Lost My Shit and end up crying bc i’m laughing so hard i can’t breathe. It’s always brought on by a mate doing something hilarious or extra stoopid, but i dont have a specific moment of That’s the time i laughed the hardest.