#this was my first destiny fic!!

[xivu-arath]

On one of the Fundament's nights, dark and thick as fear, Xi Ro revels in small victories.

“Look, another one!” Xi Ro calls out, the bait star glimmering – its warm/welcome/safe light dimming slowly in her clenched hand – as she leaps down the steps to join her sisters.

This is why she loves her sisters: Sathona and Aurash have no interest in knightly feats, but they crowd close anyways, admiring the strength of her arm, the keen edge of her blade, her swift and sure feet.

Taox would call it a foolish risk to chase after a stormjoy. Father would say nothing – the triumphs of his youngest daughter of a small brood are not very important to a king, especially with maybe-war on the wind. Even if she wants to be a knight! Even if he will need more knights, if it comes to that.

Xi Ro almost hopes it does, even if that would make Taox frown and be stern with her. It is true that there are more than enough things alive – and some not, like rain or fickle waves – that kill their people already, and adding more is unwise.

(Lack of wisdom is another thing that kills, and quickly.)

But when the court talks of the Helium Drinkers, she wants to know – and in this feels what being Aurash must feel like, all the time – what their weapons are like, their armour, if they learn the cleaver the same way. Would she be stronger than them, or faster? Who would win?

But the war is a maybe and she is not Aurash, so she does not ask the questions or seek their answers. Instead, she chases stormjoys.

They cluster together, huddled close as if they were newly hatched – maybe it is for her sake, because she is the youngest and there is comfort in this still – and pass the bait star around like a bauble. It shines brightest when still attached to the feeder tentacles, but even now it is reassuring to hold, its glow catching the eye. Xi Ro has two already, kept hidden in a hollowed out shell.

“Is it hard?” Sathona asks, head tilted. “To move against the light when it baits you.”

Xi Ro preens a little as she answers. “It is, a little.” Her smile is sharp and proud. “The light may make me happy, but being stronger than it is even better than that. There is nothing like winning.”

“As long as you keep winning,” Aurash says fondly. They do not need to speak of what happens to those snared by the bait stars, who are a little too slow or unsure. That is why she does it – to cry Look, I am here! This death has lost, so I am stronger than it!

She will live a short life, no matter how it ends. She will not know things like Aurash, or become a mother and shift the court through clever words like Sathona. Why not spend her years fighting for kin, strong and gloriously alive? She will be victorious until she isn’t.

That seems a better end than whatever is happening to their father, a withering even clever Taox does not understand.

“I will!” she says, and squeezes her sisters’ shoulders. This feels less like a hatchling comfort now and more something shared – they are together because they know and love each other, and are strong because they are together. “I promise.”

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[zukosdualdao]

another thing about the crystal catacombs is that it seems clear to me that katara and zuko MUST talk a little more in between what we actually see, because when zuko says, “i’m sorry, that’s something we have in common”, they are both sitting-slash-kneeling, and in the next scene (after a switch to other plotty events) they’re both standing, and katara is apologizing for yelling at him. i don’t think it was a particularly LONG addition to the conversation (i imagine katara asking what he means, zuko wanting to connect but not really knowing how to talk about it further due to The Abuse Trauma, katara apologizing for yelling because she thinks that’s why he’s not opening up, etc.) but what i AM trying to figure out (for fic-writing purposes) is what caused them both to stand back up?

[omgkalyppso]

For @designtheendless' draw it in your style giveaway! I've found that I enjoy the challenge of drawing a lot of characters together, so even in this, I also decided to be ambitious. I hope you like it! I adore seeing your art on my dash!

The Giveaway. The original piece.

[Content ID: Art of characters from Netflix's The Sandman. From left to right there is Destruction, a black man with red hair pulled back in twists and a beard wearing a beige sweater; Destiny, a nebulous entity in a brown cloak and a black opening where their face would be; Death, a black woman with loose curled hair wearing an ankh necklace and black tank top; Dream, a white man with black hair wearing a black jacket over a black shirt, his right hand is raised holding an UNO card between two fingers as he hands it to the next character; Matthew the Raven is perched on Dream's shoulder accepting the card in his beak; Despair, a white woman with long strawberry blonde hair wearing a thick bronze sweater holding at least three UNO cards towards her face; Desire, a white person with coiffed blond hair wearing an outfit of differing shades of black, red lipstick, gold eye shadow and a gold earring, holding at least one UNO card upside down; Delirium, a brown woman with red hair pulled back with a blue, green and gold scarf, wearing a pink shirt. All characters with visible faces have smiles of various intensity. They sit around a wooden table with more UNO cards in the center in front of a beige-brown wall. /End ID]

[last-flight-of-fancy]

"i should not let the pettiness of strangers ruin my joy in things" and "damn that one interaction really kind of stuck itself to my brain and even though i am full of big positive feelings about the end of the game and i want to make something for it i cannot bring myself to finish anything because the memory of that person telling me to shut the fuck up about how much i hate that thing keeps intruding into my brain" are unfortunately concepts that coexist.

[celestialvoyeur]

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC💙💛

Oh guys, I don’t even know where to start with this one. It was written as a “Generations Fix-it” but it’s SO much more than that, it’s an entire Spirk overlay for all of TOS canon.

With additional scenes, inner monologues and different POV for all the existing canon, it covers 3 seasons, 79 episodes, 7 films and 106 years of in world chronology. It’s almost 400k words long, split into 2 halves, and it is quite simply a masterpiece!

You’ll never be the same again once you read it! 💛💙🖖

[frogayyyy]

not a day goes by where i don't think about this chapter.

all of it but especially jim talking to nineteen year old spock and telling him to choose starfleet because he's waiting for him. in the vulcan mountains. while they're watching the sunrise.

[flowers-of-io]

Calamity Protocol

“The Traveler…” There is both awe and dread in Shinon’s voice. “It’s doing something. Healing itself, I think.”

“It can do that?” Runi spins in the air like a whirligig toy. “And why now? Do you think the Darkness—”

He cuts off. The civilians murmur in fear.

For the first time, Ór is afraid of dying.

Read on Ao3

[trash-raccoon-boy]

So i made a fanfic for an au I have it's called "A Little Hero With A Big Destiny"

and it's on Ao3 and Wattpad

i had this Au for a long time and made art for it I just never posted about it yet but here you go if you ever want to read it.

[ruthlesslistener]

can you drop a link to the tf/d2 crossover fic? im Inchrested :]

YEAH YEAH YEAH

this shit is so fuckin baller dude you have no idea, I got fuckin chills reading it. It starts off slow in the beginning but then it drives off a fuckin CLIFF with the pacing and it's a rollercoaster the whole rest of the way down, v. much worth the time to read

[single-use-ship-of-theseus]

Hi! I wrote a (small) fic. I can’t remember if I have any tww followers or mutuals here, but if I do, please enjoy! For @twwpress’s West Wing Wheel of Destiny Drabble Challenge, based off of the prompt “State of the Union.”

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: The West Wing

Character: Sam Seaborn

Words: 499

Summary: It was on the tomorrow side of today and Sam had been writing for hours, and the thing about outpouring words onto paper is that it makes it very easy to poor out random words into the open air, too, instead of putting the proper ones on paper.

[paimonial-rage]

My most interacted with fics:

Cocky Bastard Vibes (Zhongli)

Tipsy Tales (Anemo boys)

Why He Rejected You (pt 1)

Telling Them Off (Ayato, Venti, Xiao)

A Sight to Behold (Yae Miko)

Obvious (Neuvillette)

Simple (Alhaitham)

What Destiny Has Brought (Fischl)

Why He Rejected You (pt 2)

Blasphemous Assumptions (Zhongli)

[echosong971]

:3c

[xivu-arath]

Let us speak of the hunger of all growing things.

Or: Omen-5 is given the Seed of Silver Wings to deliver to another, and awakens it instead.

The seed is in xyr hand. It should not be, because it had been stored under Boon’s care before xe went to sleep.

No, not the seed, but maybe its remnants. The coil of it has flattened out, spreading and reaching blindly backwards.

[orbdotexe]

i accidently wrote two pages for. Rancher of all things (??? hes officially a recurring background character now huh. Soon enough, TFE will have proper Destiny Lore Problems--) and i think im going to post it as a chapter two for Bury Me Shallow later

[unseenacademic]

Which Plantagenet Do I Most Remind You Of?

The West Wing fic. Jed is excited about a play, but Abbey doesn’t share his enthusiasm. Takes place during “The Black Vera Wang” (3x20).

Written for The West Wing Wheel of Destiny Drabble Challenge @twwpress My prompts were Season 3 and Jed.