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[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Greetings from the farm, friends!

The coven is pleased to share a few of our personal faves with you this week in hopes that you will enjoy them as much as we do.

Take care, take time, and leave some love.

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better not let him in (@dinnfameron) “Werewolf Patrick is stalking his unsuspecting prey. Or is he?”

follow your heartbeat to freedom (withkissesfour) “A beautiful look at Patrick's decision-making process over four pivotal moments.”

love you better (talkwordytome) “Sucker for hurt/comfort? Sign us up for this cute caretaking fic!”

SC Discord Profiles (@roseapothecary) *GIF SET* “These are so fun and so accurate. We want to join this server!” A taste of you (@lizzie-bennetdarcy) “David and Patrick meet at a cake pop cooking class. It's exactly as sweet as you hope it will be!”

[jeniffercheck]

Im laughing thinking about talia (and talkwordytome's Miri) telling Shiv she has internalized misogyny and hair removal is rooted in sexism and shiv being like ....ok? and?

plssss shiv would be so over it she'd just be like "well your BOYFRIEND is internalized misogyny"

[ao3feed-mfmm]

take the phone off the hook & disappear for a while

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dMtnygF by talkwordytome “Robberies,” Phryne said, “and shoot-outs. And murders. Murders, Jack. Awful ones, probably. With terribly creative weapons. Happening under our very noses. Right now, even.” “Mmm,” Jack agreed. “No rest for the wicked.” Phryne sniffled again, defeated. “But I don’t feel well,” she said, admitting it aloud at last. in which Phryne is laid low by a rotten cold, but perhaps it's not all bad, if Jack is there to wait on her and bring her tea and soup Words: 1374, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Jane Ross (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries), Hugh Collins Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Sweet, Comfort No Hurt, talkwordytome? writing sickfic? groundbreaking., Banter, Common Cold read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dMtnygF

[ao3feed-mildolyn]

by talkwordytome

in which Gwendolyn & Emily come down with the flu, and it's up to Mildred to save the day.

(that is, until Mildred needs just a lil saving of her own).

Words: 4638, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Emily-verse (Ratched), Part 9 of soft lesbean ratched sickfics

Fandoms: Ratched (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Mildred Ratched (Ratched), Gwendolyn Briggs, Emily (Original Character)

Relationships: Gwendolyn Briggs/Mildred Ratched, Mildred Ratched & Emily (original character), Gwendolyn Briggs & Emily (original character)

Additional Tags: Sickfic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, references to child neglect, Mildred Ratched Needs a Hug

[peytonkennedyofficial]

#banagrams hooked me up! #talkwordytome #wordnerd #games #wordamelon 🍉#cobrapaw 🐾 #zipit #grateful

[leiascully]

talkwordytome replied to your post “hi hello remember me? I requested a fic when I was sick in like May &...”

It’s two bagel halves made to look like eyes and candy corns used to make a nose and mouth

That is intense and precious.

[meeplegamers]

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[cautiousawarereserved]

You give me the craziest butterflies 🦋 #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #inspiration #inspire #sparks #springtime #poetrygram #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetsociety #handwriting #notperfect #ohwell #greensboro #northcarolina #nofilter #butterflies #🦋 #poetrybyyourstruly #wordy #talkwordytome

[txf-fic-chicks-blog]

Tumblr Tuesday

This time of year, when there are a million bugs and colds and the flu going around, we find ourselves wanting some sickfic to take care of all of our ills. So tonight’s brief little rec is a balm for what ails us.

Concerned!Mulder looking after a sick Scully, who is lost in her muddled thoughts driving home from a case.  The writer posits that it’s a revival era fic, but we think it could fit in at any time during the series. It’s just the right amount of tender attentiveness we like to see in our Mulder, and paints a lovely picture for us in just a few short paragraphs.

Title:  i’m safe & we’re a million miles away

Author: @talkwordytome

Rating: PG

Length: 1K/>1,000 Words

Synopsis: Mulder and Scully are driving back home after a case, and Scully isn’t feeling well. Soft sweet sleepiness ensues.

Spoilers:  None

Trigger Warnings:  None

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Hi Leslie, I've been loving all the Halloween fics and basically have devoured all of them. Can you rec any past Halloween fics OR any fics that aren't necessarily Halloween themed but have either a spooky or mystery element to them? Thank you!

sure! here are some halloween fics, excluding those in the Spooky Season and Trick or Treat collections, since those are already conveniently gathered for you...

Code Orange by Sholio

I See You Pretending by Januarium

just like children sleeping by talkwordytome

What Was your Halloween Experience Like? by yourmariahcarey

Trick or Treat by imbrokelyn99

Have a Rosey Halloween by DisgruntledPelican

We Shall be Monsters (Halloween Comes to Schitt’s Creek) by Stargatewars

Bump in the Night (I’m Gonna Scare the Hell Out of You) by Pants

Dynamic Duo by bigficenergy

The Spirit of Things by ryry_peaches

the beat of your heart (it jumps through your shirt) by banesapothecary

i’m gonna fall apart with you by kiranerys42

Kissing Strangers by vanillahigh00

The Halloween Boos by impressmyism

Pavlova by DelilahMcMuffin

Love Potion No. 9 by JustWaiting23

That’s the Spirit by ryry_peaches

trick or treat by schittyfic

when the autumn leaves fall by banesapothecary

so in love with you am i by deathbysandblk

Halloween in Schitt’s Creek [series] by bellafarella

call my bluff, call you babe by scullymuldrs

on preferences of cake by kindofspecificstore

Patrick is Not Ryan Reynolds by middyblue

Tricks and Treats by Fait_dEtoiles

Schitty Stories to Tell in the Dark by fishyspots, hullomoon, samwhambam, schittposting, ships_to_sail, storieswelove, and yourbuttervoicedbeau

a fondness for little boys in princess dresses by hotshotsolo

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and here are some that aren’t halloween-specific but involve ghosts, vampires, zombies, scary movies, or other horror elements...

make it to me by figmentof

The Immortal Moira Rose by yerbamansa

open secrets. [series] by falconeggs

Crowmance by storieswelove

don’t look away from the arms of love by BillieJoeArmstrong

seeing dead guy(s) by Quillium

A Ghost Story by pennilesspoet

in the fading golden light by patrickbrewer

The Handyman by Tailor1971

Dead Guy in Room Four by pennilesspoet

Darkness Falls by metalshootingstar

[aboldclaim]

hey lauren, do you know if there are fics about david and patrick's early relationship or fics of david realizing that patrick is it and never wants someone else again? also are there any angsty fics (that end happily)? thank you for your help!

hey :) i’m sorry it took me so long to reply! 

here’s some early relationship softness:

Privacy by @jessx2231

Like a Blushing Rose by ryry_peaches

under your skin, over the moon by nameless_bliss

hymns upon your lips by didipickles

Fingertips and Heartbeats by bigficenergy

Nice Move by spiffymittens

and one of mine :) we're inches apart, even closer at heart

and some angst with a happy ending!

i see the moon by oh_la_fraise

love you better by talkwordytome

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole by Likerealpeopledo

supercut by @leopxld-fitz

[ao3feed-mfmm]

i had a thought dear however scary

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PCQBHgj by talkwordytome He’ll hang, Jack told the parents, as if it mattered. When they thanked her, Phryne had to look away. it's been a difficult case. Phryne and Jack come together, in the aftermath. Words: 1836, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Janey Fisher (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries) Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dry Humping read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PCQBHgj

[coffee-is-below-my-standards]

hello! i wondered what you thought of mildolyn au’s and if you had any you were particularly fond of?

Hello, dear anon! 😊

I’m here for all Mildolyn content honestly, as long as Mildred and Gwen are both characterized well. But with these two, typically au’s aren’t my first choice. However, of the fics I’ve read, I really like all of the “Emily-verse” fics on ao3 by talkwordytome where our ladies adopt a young girl from the foster system. I don’t know if I would necessarily count that as “au” per say, but that’s what comes to mind. I know I’ve read a few other short au fics but nothing that’s really stayed with me. Then I know of a couple long au fics that are still being updated and I just haven’t been able to bring myself to get invested yet while they’re still ongoing.

Thanks so much for asking! 💖

I wonder what other people’s opinions are here… 🤔

[pregnant-javert]

2, 4, 18, and 22?

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

Sometimes canon doesn’t cut it. And it’s easier than writing original work (which I did for a long time)

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Pretty much anyone from the snowpiercer crowd…y’all are so talented. Other than that, talkwordytome on AO3 did some really nice Ratched fics that I honestly still read every day.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Damn, I don’t know. Probably the most recent alexandra-verse one (an adoration too bright to look upon) because I’ve never done that kind of trope before, where someone listens in to someone else’s romantic exploits. Still like how it turned out though :)

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Yes, all the time. I was writing last night and I listened to Skip Skip by Purple Kiss, Mali by CGM48, Forever by Aespa, and Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode :0

[singofsolace]

FANFIC REC

Everyone needs to go read astrarchē (queen of stars) by talkwordytome immediately. It’s a CAOS/Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries crossover, and it’s literally everything I could ever hope for and more.

[leiascully]

I'm a first year elementary school teacher and I've caught the Head and Chest Cold Plague from Hell that's been going around, and I was wondering--if you take requests!--if you could maybe write a little fic about Scully having the Head and Chest Cold Plague from Hell and Mulder taking care of her? Nothing angsty or sad, ideally; just pure fluff. My heart is too fragile for that, friend.

You’re a hero in my book.  I’ve got teachers in my family and any plague teachers get is the Worst.  On the other hand, in five or six years, you’ll probably have the immune system of a nurse and germs will go *clang* as they bounce off.

Scully glowered, sunk into the lapels of her emergency sweater like something emerging from a centuries-long slumber.  Mulder weighed the remote of his projector in his hand. Between them, light lanced through the air, startling particles of dust.

“We can do this later,” he said.

“Do,” she told him, and sneezed violently.  “Do, Bulder.  I’b fid.”

“You’re barely speaking English, Scully,” he said.  “Take a sick day.”

“I’b fid,” she insisted, gesturing with a handful of tissues.  “Iss just cold id here.”

“The thermostat’s on 80,” he told her.  “I’ve already taken off my jacket and my tie, Scully.  My sleeves are rolled up as high as they can go.  If it gets any warmer in here, I’m going to get indecent.”  

“Tell be aboud the case,” she insisted.  

He leaned down and turned off the project.  “I will. At your house.  Come on.  I’m taking you home.”

“I’b fid!” she said, but then coughed until she had to cover her mouth with the tissues.  There was an ugly hacking sound.  Mulder turned away as Scully tried to discreetly rid her body of whatever probably semi-sentient gunk had clogged up her lungs and throat.  He hoped she didn’t have an alien plague.  They were always inconvenient.  

“Fid,” she said, sounding miserable.  “Tage be hobe, please, Bulder.”

He reached for his keys and just let his fingertips graze the center of her back as they walked out together.  They stopped at his favorite deli for the biggest possible container of chicken soup and a loaf of bread; she quarantined herself in the car.  She glanced skeptically at him as he handed her the bag. “I’m not eating saltines with this, Scully,” he said, putting the car into gear.  “This is the good stuff.”

He served them out heaping bowls at her kitchen table.  She sipped and snuffled her way through half of it.  Mulder soaked the crust of his bread in the last slosh of broth and leaned back, satisfied, as Scully nibbled on a cracker.  

“And now for the grand finale of my slide show,” Mulder said.  “The perfect accompaniment to any soup or stew.”

Scully didn’t even try to laugh, but she looked a little bit less strained as she coughed.  Mulder put the kettle on and carried a box of tissues to the little end table by the couch.  He draped Scully in a blanket and set a steaming cup of mint tea next to her along with a dose of the cough syrup he’d found in her cabineet.

“Don’t worry,” he said.  “I’ll be back.”

“Dode threaden be,” she said dourly, but there was a glimmer in her eye.  

He went out to the car and brought in the box with the slide projector.  He set it up on her coffee table, aimed at one of the walls.  He closed the blinds and turned out the lights.  The image was blurred on her wall; he fiddled with the lens, adjusting it this way and that.  “There’s not enough dust in here, Scully,” he said.  “It’s ruining my evidence.”

“Mm,” she said, and he heard the tick as she set the empty cough syrup cup down on the table.  

She made it through five slides before her slow blinks turned into slow nods, and her head slipped to her shoulder.  He went and wrapped his arms around her, easing her down to the pillow he’d set on the arm of the couch.  He could smell the chemical tang of the medicine on her breath, and the heat of her fever, and the faint salt of the soup.  She murmured in protest or assent as he settled her gently and neatened the blanket over her.  

The dim of her living room was restful.  He left the projector on - the whir of it could put an insomniac in a coma - and picked a book from her shelf.  He folded himself into her armchair and turned the pages her fingers had turned, listening to the congested hitch of her breathing.  

The afternoon slid on like butter melting, and he waited for healing.