#and those of you who've been around since that fic know how much i love forever

[jasntodds]

Hey anyway don’t be this person

I put this shit out for FREE in my spare time. I post it to share with you guys for fun and telling people that a chapter is a waste of time is rude and that’s why I don’t update nearly as often or check comments on Wattpad hardly ever. It takes no effort to shut the fuck up and not say something is a waste of time

#anyway y'all are great and have almost always been nothing but loving over my fics #but due to people stealing fics and posting them to wattpad i always post there anyway just to protect my fics under the copyright #so seeing this and seeing how little interaction i get kills a lot of motivation to post stuff #and those of you who've been around since that fic know how much i love forever #so the fact it was on THAT fic and not like unsteady is just wwwoooooooooowwwww #the chapter is also only 3.9k words i checked #i too am a slow reader but idk i'd never tell someone a chapter was a waste of time ??? #forever #kaylee talks

[moonlitkilljoy]

Lo and behold! i’ve finally finished making it, the promised list of Pacific Rim fic recs for anon :-) everyone thank @ihavenomoralsss for proofreading this for me!

There’s a good chance most people who've read any amount of newmann fanfiction will have read the first two on this list, as they’re found on the first and fifth pages of the newmann ship tag on ao3 when its sorted by most kudos descending– however i’ve included them anyway because they’re there for a very good reason (which is that they’re FANTASTIC). also, i've grouped all of the "pov outsider" fics together at the end of this post, as they pretty much make up one third of the list– which feels like it warrants it's own section. feel free to dm me or send me an ask to let me know of your thoughts about any of these (or just pacific rim in general!!)! without further ado, may i present to thou, 10 fantastic newmann fics

It’s All in the Hands of a Lazy Projector by patster223

“Hermann is cursed as a child so that he may never remember anyone he meets. Theoretically, this should make falling in love impossible, but then he meets (and meets and meets and meets) Newton Geiszler.”

~10k words, 1 chapter, rated T; exactly what the summary says, it’s an au in which hermann is cursed to forget everyone he meets, it centers around newt and hermanns interactions and how they manage to grow close despite this

if i had to choose a single favorite pacific rim fanfic it’d probably have to be this one. it’s gorgeously written and tackles some themes that hit very close to home for me, personally. i’ve struggled with memory loss for a very long time now, and this fic manages to encapsulate that experience through the lens of magical-realism in a way i’ve never seen captured in any context. i left a comment to that effect (under a pseudonym because i rarely log into ao3 on my phone) and the author’s response is something that still makes me emotional pretty much every time i look at it, “I wanted to imagine a world where memory still mattered, even if it wasn’t remembered. And now, years later, I think that it does. You and I and Hermann hold memory in our bodies and our minds, even if what’s being held isn’t an exact picture or description, but rather an emotion or a question. Memory still has to matter to those with memory loss, even if we end up experiencing it differently.” so, this is not only a recommendation for quality, but also from a very personal place— it’s a fic that addresses the concept of memory loss through a lens of comfort and hope, which it is so rarely seen through, and does it phenomenally. if anyone looking at this post were to read one fic and only one fic from this list i’d want it to be this one. it also characterizes newt and hermann very well and i love their dynamic in it, it’s PHENOMENAL

Letters From Berlin by spenshi

“Newton keeps in touch with his family when he's shipped off to the Shatterdome. Jacob and Illia send care packages to the K-Science Lab.”

~12k words, 1 chapter, rated T; once more, exactly what the summary says– newt sends letters to his family and they send him packages. eventually hermann starts sending them letters (+ emails) as well :]

i read this one most recently out of all the others so it’s the freshest in my memory :-) it’s extremely homely and heartwarming!! additionally, it includes some really fun and sweet interactions between newt’s family and hermann. OH! and, of course, some very fun characterization of newt’s family

Plausible Possibility by cissues / @cacaesthesia

“Newt and Hermann experience some odd post-drift effects.”

~1k words, 1 chapter, rated G; a little exploration of ghost-drift

short and sweet! absolutely fucking adorable too. plus, this contains some headcanons/a discussion of sexuality that i was delighted to find very relatable (as an aromantic person)

Red Patent by highseize

“It's been months since the ocean closed up. Nothing will take this from her now.”

~2k words, 1 chapter, rated G; a snapshot of what mako’s life looks like after the events of the movie ^^

a rare non-hermann-and-newt-centered fic on this list!! this one actually centers around mako :D it’s adorable and i love mako with my entire heart, especially this depiction of her

fool by kaijusalad

“Newton is going to die thinking no-one left on this Earth loves him. (Fool.) He can't have that.”

~6k words, 1 chapter, rated T; hermann believes that seeking out hannibal chau and drifting with a kaiju brain once more will kill newt, and acts accordingly

i LOVE the way this fic is formatted and written– the word choice and unique use of italics and parentheses is incredible and works so well. it describes every action and scene so gorgeously and it just. man. here’s a small except devoid of context that i think showcases this perfectly: “His words are hollow, anyway. They hang in the air, lies filled with helium, a new year's resolution, an 'I'll quit smoking'. (God is real in belief; maybe if he believes in them hard enough they'll come true, and isn't that something for a man who works in numbers to think?)”

One day from lonely by Raehimura

“Hermann is standing outside Newton Geiszler’s private quarters, bony ankles poking out from under too-short standard-issue sweatpants, his hair a wreck and his red-ringed eye still sore, with a lifetime of stolen memories in his head. What if Newt isn’t there? What if he’s sleeping? Or, worse, what if he is waiting on the other side of the door with his own stolen memories fresh on his mind? Above all he remembers, sudden and frighteningly clear: This is not what they do.”

~2.5k words, 1 chapter, rated G; another very interesting exploration of newt and hermann post-drift

i disagree a little bit with some of the characterization in this fic (particular, newt thinking hermann hates him. i think newt very well knows that hermann’s very fond of him) but it’s a great read nonetheless! the best word to describe it would probably be “cozy”

This is a Totally Normal Thing for Friends to Do by SolarMorrigan / @solarmorrigan

“Hermann and Newt don't talk about it (until they do)”

~21k words, 4 chapters, rated T; a fake dating au in which hermann’s dad nags him about not having found a partner yet and hermann panics, telling him that he actually does have a partner just to get him to asking about it, but it backfires when lars expresses interest in meeting him. newt offers to play the part of partner, hijinks and relationship progression ensue. this fic also has an explicit sequel, if that’s your kind of thing

THIS FIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD. there were multiple times where i reacted out loud to things that happened in the fic– most notably a series of “holy fucking shit”s while eating lunch with some friends. it’s adorable and includes some transmasc newt content :3 this fic also includes hermann snapping and standing up to his shithead dad and its GREAT. one of my absolute favorite pacrim fics ever, i can’t recommend it enough

POV OUTSIDER FICS:

HR Complaints by IDoNotBitMyThumbAtYou / @idonotbitemythumbatyou

“Manny Flores has been with the PPDC for nearly a decade by the time he’s transferred to Hong Kong. He just wants to do his job. And he’s good at it. But when he receives the 15th complaint from one Dr. Hermann Gottlieb in only three days, he finds his patience running thin. He wonders which of the two scientists would be more of a nightmare to cohabitate a working space with: Dr. Gottlieb - sender of endless petty complaints, or Dr. Geiszler, their hapless subject. (...)”

~3k words, 1 chapter, unrated (probably G or T); hermann and newt’s relationship through the eyes of someone reading the (non-serious) complaints that hermann sends to hr

i spent three uninterrupted hours looking for this fic to link it here and it was ABSOLUTELY worth it. this fic is so fun, and it uses my favorite trope of all time!! i’m an absolute sucker for “pov outsider” type fics <3 the characterization is phenomenal, i love the oc from whose pov we view the story, and some of the lines made me actually audibly laugh. definitely another one of my absolute favorites. i think i sent a screenshot of the first sentence from the following lines to virtually everyone i know: “After another few weeks of complaints (“Dr. Geiszler asked me if I have any tattoos.” “Dr. Geiszler made an offensive tweet alluding to my personal style. I have attached a link.” “Dr. Geiszler has named his invention ‘the milking machine.’”) And continued insistence that no disciplinary action be taken, Manny was starting to suspect that the latter was closer to the truth: these were the missives of someone deeply, inconveniently in love. Christ, Manny was half in love with the guy himself at this point.” this fic rocks, do yourself a solid and please read it

On The Outside by combeferrer

“Petra Gottlieb, Hermann's mother, watches the first PPDC press conference after the world is saved and notices her son, particularly his relationship with his fellow scientist.”

~1k words, 1 chapter, rated G; for the third and final time, exactly what the description says! newt and hermanns relationship through the eyes of hermann’s mother, who watches a press conference with her son– who she hasn’t really interacted with lately– in it

ANOTHER GREAT FIC!! I love this characterization of newt and hermann’s relationship, and i find the premise and extremely enticing in and of itself so i won’t be saying anything more here <3

Disconnect, Connect Again by cypress_tree / @cypress-tree

“Raising Newt Geiszler has never been easy. Seeing him fall in love can be harder. The development of Newt and Hermann's relationship, from Jacob Geiszler's point-of-view.”

~13.5k words, 4 chapters, rated T; newt and hermann’s relationship through the eyes of newt’s father, over the course of 12 years

LOVE LOVE LOVE this author’s take on newt’s family. it works so well and is very enjoyable to read about. i wish i could articulate how much and why exactly i love this fic in a better manner, but i can’t quite find the right word’s ^^; i’m just going to leave it at “i love it dearly and i adore it’s depiction/interpretation of newt and hermann’s history (and present + future!)”

thank you for reading!! have a lovely day/night ^^ <3

#benny beeps #fic recs #pacific rim #pacrim #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newmann #newton geiszler #kaiju bros #this is my first time making a post like this so PLEASE let me know if the way i've formatted this has rendered it unreadable

[matthewsvoyage]

HI! 💖 I love your blog! Do you have any headcanons for Matthew and Alastair's friendship?

HI! Thanks so much for the ask because OF COURSE I DO. These are two of the three characters who've been spinning around and around in my head like a frozen pretzel in the microwave, how could I not have headcanons!? Here are a few!

So, first: the nature of their friendship. I think they're going to have one of those super candid/honest friendships where they tell the other the stuff that they need to hear, even when they don't necessarily want to hear it. Like, I think that the backbone of their friendship will be honesty that goes in both directions, and I don't think they're going to sugarcoat what they have to say to each other. I think they're going to play the (very important) role in each other's lives of friends that are always pushing each other to be better and challenging each other's worldviews, but in the best possible way.

But the other side of this is that they're always the first person that the other goes to in a pinch (besides Thomas and Matthew's Blurry Wife, obviously). They know they can trust each other to provide kind but honest and firm input.

Both of them have a wonderful time playing harmless pranks on each other. Sometimes they enlist others to help create and execute more elaborate ones.

One of Alastair's funniest pranks was breaking into the Fairchild house while Matthew was staying there and leaving random gifts on his bed. He moved furniture around and convinced Matthew that there was a ghost there until he finally revealed himself. Matthew made him give back the key that he was using, a key that he just had because he never returned it to Charles. No one lets either of them live that down. Yes, this is a fic I have in the works.

Matthew plans Thomas and Alastair's wedding. Full stop. I've written this in a fic before, but I think Matthew's a fucking amazing party planner and really, really brings it. Decorates a garden with flowers, hires musicians, deals with clothing, the whole 9 yards. Matthew loves it and Thomastair get to enjoy the leadup to their big day with minimal stress.

When Matthew has depressive episodes, Alastair will come to his flat in Marylebone and force him to eat and have water. He'll also clean up the flat if it seems messy and drag him outside (often swearing and struggling) so he can get fresh air. Matthew hates it in the moment, and maybe hates Alastair in the moment a bit, but it helps him get back on his feet and get both his mental and physical health up. He's grateful later.

Besides Thomas, Charles (Past), Sona, and Cordelia, Matthew is the only person that Alastair has actively allowed to see him cry. Matthew was very empathetic and kind.

They eventually have a frank conversation about PTSD, though of course they don't use the term since it didn't exist in the 1900s. Thomas likely orchestrates this conversation because he sees some similarities between the two of them. They figure out that they have similar responses in many situations and bond over it. It helps both of them feel a little less alone.

When Alastair tells Matthew a little more about what happened between him and Charles, Matthew confronts his brother. He tells Charles how disgusting the whole situation was and insists that he leave his friend alone forever. Alastair never found out that Matthew did this, but Charles did in fact never bother him again.

The entire group gets together to play games (specifically James/Cordelia/Thomas/Alastair/Matthew/Matthew's Blurry Wife). When Matthew and Alastair are on opposing teams, the competition gets ridiculously heated because they refuse to lose to each other. Eventually, the others have enough and force them to be on the same team. HUGE mistake. They work together and completely decimate everyone else. They are no longer allowed to team up.

Matthew gets Alastair 2-3 interesting musical instruments from various parts of the world while on his travels. They come with sheet music as well.

Alastair secretly reads some Oscar Wilde plays and essays. He doesn't love them, but he sees why Matthew does, and that's enough. He goes to the theatre with him (along with the James/Cordelia/Thomas/Alastair/Matthew/Matthew's Blurry Wife group). They see Lady Windermere's Fan and Alastair begrudgingly admits he had a good time.

I have a ton more, but don't want to go on all day! Thanks again for the ask. :)

#tlh #the last hours #chot #chain of thorns #matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #thomastair

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog June 23, 2023

When I used to post on LJ I would often have a post called Tidbits, that is what I think today's post will be like. A lot of unrelated things, but then again some are. Hope you enjoy.

What I'm Reading:

The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound. It's 4 chapters and around 81K. I'm close to finishing chapter 3 and will do so later tonight along with the last chapter. Family and house responsibilities intruded on my fandom fun. LOL I'm so enjoying the story. I really really like reading and writing about older H/D (meaning not Hogwarts or 8th year). Here, I think they're in there late 20's. The fic is canon divergent at some point in HBP where a potion accident happens that effects them greatly, however, the main part of the story takes place 13 years later.

Draco has been trained as an Auror in the US and specializes in creating spying instruments and other things that help Aurors (think of Q in James Bond). Harry is training Aurors since he was waylaid by an injury, which I've yet to discover what happened to him. Draco returns to the UK to find out Pots and Pans (I love this so much), who are Harry and Pansy are best buds. And Draco also returns with his huge crush on Harry fully intact. The interplay between H/D is top notch with lots of sparks, hilarious banter, but also soft moments. Truly lovely. Oh and the acronyms!!! Highly recommend! Can't wait to finish it tonight.

Tumblr Posts of Interest:

Francesca Coppa, one of the original OTW founders, made a post about joining @fanhackers (A place where fans, academics, aca-fans and all manner of enthusiastic fannish people can come together and squee over cool research.) If you enjoy meta and fandom research definitely give a follow, too.

2. The the @thedrarrylibrarian hosts Happy Hour on Fridays with friends of the Library. I'll do a separate post later about @thedrarrylibrarian because they're awesome! But what caught my eye is their hosting @phdmama. Usually, the person they select recs a story that they love that hasn't gotten much play. @phdmama, however, chose to discuss re-reads. This is the way she so artfully stated her reasoning, "Reading, quite literally, has saved my life and transformed it. So I thought I’d highlight of few of those fics that have impacted me so profoundly. These fics are comfort food for my brain. These are fics I come back to, over and over and over again. They live in my soul." And I nodded my head reading her choices. I hope you check out the post and her selections.

What crossed my mind while reading the post was that there are fics that are in my top 10 favs, that I've only read once. I call them my Saving Private Ryan fics. Seeing that movie was an experience, one I'll never forget, but I don't think my heart could handle a second time. I put Frayach's The Price We Pay for Wings in this category. I will never understand how that fic is only 13K. It was written in 2007 for hd_holidays, and remains one of the most beautifully written h/d stories bar none.

Add-ons for yesterday's blog:

For Fan Fair, @phoenixacid heavily promotes commenting on Fair's fics, artwork, and podfics. There is a contest where you are put in a group of random folks who've asked to be involved. And the groups compete against each other for points. Points are given for comments and more points for a rec. So I'm not the only one commenting on all the fics. LOL @caroll-in and I were on the same team last year, I don't think that will happen again. We killed the competition!

@snowingalway commented on my blog yesterday with further clarification of what art is archived and what is reblogged. I found it very helpful. Here's the link with her comment at the end

Older Fic Rec:

So as I mentioned above, I hadn't re-read The Price We Pay for Wings, but when I went to get the link, I discovered something I didn't know existed...a sequel. I didn't know that Frayach had written one, I had left fandom just before. A Flame Undampened is as beautiful as the first, though I do think I could and will read it again. Scorpius had loved and is loved. And that candle, yep, it's a symbol. The fic is around 5K and was written in 2012 in honor of the Newton, CT slaying of innocents.

Oh FFS how can The Price only have 46 comments and Flame 25 ?????? sorry, just got to me. This is a subject for a later blog. :)

Have a good weekend! Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #June 2023

[astriiformes]

Sort of a funky post to make especially since I don't want it to come across as a humble-brag, but I hit a somewhat noteworthy follower milestone the other day and I just want to say thank you all for hanging around here <3

With certain, uh, other websites in the middle of crumbling I've been thinking a lot about how grateful I am this has been my main internet hangout spot for almost a decade, as well as how I've met some of my best friends on this site, how much I love my little circle of mutuals (and a bunch of my other followers whose urls I recognize and who I love chatting with in replies/asks/messages), and how there are people here who have helped me immeasurably when my brain has been bad, when I needed to crowdfund a move across multiple state lines, and even now when Scribe's chronic health issues are hitting us both hard.

You're all a pretty cool crew and I'm glad this corner of the internet has been such and important and encouraging place for me. I have no idea what my life would look like if I hadn't made an account here when I was 16, but I don't think it would have been nearly as bright as it's turned out to be. I know that this year especially there have been times when I haven't been the most fun and I'm touched that people are still clicking the follow button, whether it's because they like my fic, or cosplay, or they think my jokes are funny, or even something else entirely. Thanks to all of you who have hopped on board because we shared one interest or another sometime in the last decade, and especially to those of you who've stuck around through my many evolving ones. I owe you one.

#deeply glad this hellsite has been such a hellhome

[julemmaes]

Jamie, part one

A/N: for those who've been following me since 2020 and who read my tsc fics, this won't be new. It's literally a story I'd written for a ship in the last hours series that I have literally zero interest in right now, and I just wanted to revive it somehow, so what better way to do that than turning it into a Nessian pregnancy fic?

tw: angst related to birth

Word count: 4.100

“Oh, shit,” exclaimed Cassian grabbing the cup before it could fall and shatter on the floor. The milk was everywhere and the cereals, with all the dye they contained, had created a green-red blot on the white drawers.

He heard someone huffing loudly in the living room.

“Language!" Feyre screamed, entering the kitchen with only a heel on her feet while she put on an earring. “Poam, Cass. Poam,” she chided with a deep frown on her face. Presence of a minor. Cassian clenched his jaw.

They had adapted that term a few years earlier, when Leon, Mor’s and Emerie’s son, had said a bad word on a class trip. A bad word the two moms hadn’t even wanted to repeat at first, given how actually vulgar it was. Cassian had had to threaten Mor, saying to her that if she didn’t tell him, he would ask their son directly. A threat to which Emerie had responded with a very hard punch on the man’s shoulder. Still today he didn’t know what his nephew had dared to pronounce.

Because of that episode, the young mothers hadn’t been the only ones to get a share of crap from all the school parents, but also Feyre and Rhysand, who were always seen with them. And the following year it had been Gwyn’s and Azriel’s turn, when they had brought their girls, Catrin and Rhian, to the same school.

Nyx, who was now smiling with a shit-eating grin on his face, nodded. “Yes, uncle. No bad words.”

It was impressive how much he looked like Rhysand sometimes. Not so much in the appearance, but in his behavior. The black hair was so dark that it often looked like a single compact block of curls, and the enormous eyes, like those of a fawn, were of an even darker shade of blue. Darker than his mother’s, for sure.

Cassian was about to reply to him, ready not to consider the poam rule again, but Feyre, who passed by behind her son, cast him a deathly glare before he could open his mouth. “You, instead, stop throwing cereal on the floor. I’ve already told you a hundred times that if you don’t like something you put it aside or give it to someone else.”

Rhys made his elegant entrance wearing a black suit and Cassian couldn’t help but shake his head, shocked by all that unnecessary beauty so early in the morning.

“Take a cloth and clean it up, please.”

The little boy’s black head snapped to the figure of his father, who, settling the cufflinks, raised his eyebrows high, making him understand that he was not joking. Cassian, who was still bent in the puddle of milk, struggled to hold back a laugh and both parents gave him a cautionary look.

Nyx threw his head back, complaining, “but I can’t.”

“Don’t you always say that you are a big boy? And that you can do it all by yourself?" Feyre asked him, putting on her other shoe and hopping around. Rhys went up to her and gave her a smile as he grabbed her elbow to keep her stable. Nyx had a lovely pout on his face.

“I’m not big, I’m only five years old,” he crossed his little arms to the chest.

Cassian snorted, “Easy, like that."

Nyx turned to him, frowning at him.

Rhys reserved him the same expression not even a second later, “Drop it.”

“God, sometimes I feel like I have three children instead of two,” sighed Feyre.

Rhys' face lit up. "Today is a good day," he approached the sink taking a cloth and wetting it, starting to clean up the mess, "if you don’t include me in the group of children.”

A desperate cry erupted in the hallway and Rhys was about to stand up, alarmed, but Feyre waved at him and walked to their daughter’s room.

Cassian looked at his friend as she hurried on her heels to reach the bedroom and wondered how it was possible to have such small children and still have that impeccable appearance. He had to admit it, it was pretty impressive.

“Would you finish cleaning it up, Nyx, please?”

“I don’t know how to do that,” the child’s lower lip began trembling and Cassian knew that he would soon burst into tears, too.

Rhys smiled kindly and extended him a hand, helping him get off the chair. A tear fell on Nyx’s cheek and Cassian felt his heart clench.

“I can teach you," said his dad, although he had already explained it many times. Another tear. “Baby, why are you crying?" Rhys asked, kneeling so that they both were at the same height.

Nyx put a dirty hand on his eyes, and somehow got chocolate on his nose. Cassian turned to the table, confused. There was nothing that contained cocoa on there. Where the hell does he keep the snacks? He asked himself, promising to ask his nephew how he could hide them from his parents.

“Cause mom’s angry,” Nyx sniffed.

Rhys chuckled, “No, buddy, she’s just very stressed out because of her job.” He moved a rebellious curl off his child’s forehead. “But you have to stop throwing food on the floor, because that stresses her out even more, okay?” Nyx nodded, closing his little hand over Rhys’s.

“Here me out, what if tonight when I pick you up from uncles Cass’ e Nesta’s place, we stop at the super market and take mom’s favorite thing?” He whispered to the child, who immediately began to nod excitedly. “Speaking of Nesta," he said then, talking to him. “How is she doing?”

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, snorting dramatically. “She’s not great.”

“Did something happen?" Rhys asked concerned, picking up Nyx to wash his hands in the sink. “I thought she was bedridden.”

“And she is." Cass reassured him. She’d been in bed for the last three weeks following a little accident that scared the hell out of them all. “But the deadline for the book is close and, so close to the end of her pregnancy as well, this thing is making her more nervous than she should be.”

Feyre, who had come back and was holding her daughter, Vega? on her hip, frowned. “I told her to relax and to call the publisher.” She huffed. The little girl had red and swollen eyes from crying, but she was sucking the pacifier and holding her hand tightly around her mother’s necklace and seemed calm.

“Uncle, is JJ okay?" Asked Nyx with little voice.

Cassian looked at him smiling, “Of course buddy, soon we’ll get her out of aunt Nes’ belly and we’ll finally get to know her.”

“I want to be the first to see her," he mumbled. “When Catrin and Rhian arrived, Leon was the first to see them and it isn’t fair.” The adults all laughed and Cassian assured him that he would see her before anyone else, even before his parents.

“Alright, alright,” announced Feyre. “Now we really have to go, so you take Vega-” she passed the little girl to Cassian, who placed her on his chest, and the big Archeron-blue eyes stared at him like he was a lone boob and she was starving. “Don’t forget their bag when you leave.”

“Are you sure they won’t bother Nesta?" Feyre asked from the door of the apartment.

Cassian looked at Nyx, shaking his head, whispering to him so that only he could hear him. “As soon as we get home I’ll let you eat the M&M’s cookies I made yesterday.” He winked at the child.

“Cassian?” Rhys was finishing cleaning up.

“Yeah, I’m sure. She won’t even notice they’re there. She’s so into the book that I have to force her to eat, it’s unbelievable.”

“Tonight I’ll call her." Feyre said, worried, "I don’t like it when deadlines approach.”

“Tell me about it.” Cassian murmured, sniffing the child’s head in his arms sneakily. God, he couldn’t wait to hold his daughter.

“I really don’t understand how she can stop tending to herself in this way-”

Rhys interrupted what would surely have been a monologue, “Darling, we really have to go,” he bent down to give a kiss on the forehead of his children.

“Yeah, I’m sorry," she said her goodbyes to the kids and Cassian and then they all went out, taking separate ways in the street.

Vega was cooing with delight when he placed her in the car seat next to her brother and started singing—always given that the strange sounds she made could be called words—along with Nyx when Cassian started the music.

"Did you put the seatbelts on?" He asked, checking from the mirror if Nyx had done so. An amused scream echoed in his ears when Dance Monkey started and he burst out laughing, turning up the volume. That song was like a glass of pure adrenaline for their children.

It was a particularly mild day in Velaris and he would have taken them to the park for a bit, with the hope of not disturbing Nesta while the last editing was taken care of.

It was always like that, he thought as he waited for the light to turn green. Every time the deadlines approached, his wife stopped thinking. Only her characters and her words existed. Unfinished or unnecessary scenes and chapters. The mental breakdowns of the last minute when she started saying meaningless things, like ‘this book has to be burned, I can't publish this’.

And Cassian had always been there.

Even before they became a couple, he had been a constant presence during those last crazy days. He brought her food every day, even when they were not living together, after a bad episode in which she had had to be brought to the hospital because she hadn't grabbed even a small piece of bread in three days. Feyre had gone to visit her and when Nesta had opened the door she had been so dizzy that she had fallen on her sister.

He turned left thanks to mere muscle memory, looking back on that day. She had scared everyone to death.

"Uuncle," he heard Nyx chime, took a quick look at the rear seats, and found Vega staring at him while holding the pacifier in her hand. "Can you give us the phone?"

"No, Nyxie Pixie, we’re here. Look." He pointed at one of the houses just a few meters from them. The boy started to jump on the seat, clapping his little hands.

He parked in front of his house and before taking his nephews he opened the front door, so he wouldn't have to put anything on the ground. He was about to turn when he felt a grunt of pain coming from the upper floor.

"Cassian!"

His heart stopped beating in his chest.

He glanced back at Nyx, who was playing with Vega, and ran up the stairs while all the worst scenarios imaginable were forming in his head. He climbed the last few steps, tripping on the carpet, and strode towards their room. His already panting breath stuck in his throat.

What if she had fallen while he wasn't there? What if she had had other complications? What if-

"Where are you, Nes?"

Another groan of pain and his stomach fell to his feet, "I’m in the bathroom."

Now that he heard her so close, so distressed, he could see things more clearly.

He opened the door of the small bathroom wide and saw her sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs wide open, while with one hand she clutched the edge of the sink and the other was on her bulging belly. At her feet a pool of water, tinted with red. Cassian’s eyes snapped to her face and saw that she was crying.

He hurried over to her and put a hand on her cheek, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Nesta squeezed her hand harder, closing her eyes, "I think the baby is coming."

Cassian’s eyes widened, the feeling of panic only increasing.

"What?"

"You have to take me to the hospital, Cass, my waters just broke." Nesta was pleading him.

He immediately went full father mode. He ran a hand over her forehead, moving her hair out of her eyes.

"Look at me, Nes."

She did as she was told.

"Downstairs, in the car, are Vega and Nyx." A sound of despair escaped her lips as her eyes filled with tears. Cassian’s words stuck in his throat.

"Call my sisters, please," she begged, while a sob twisted her sweaty face, "I want my sisters."

"I will call them when we’re at the hospital, now c’mon,” he put his arm around her hips and with slow movements, that still made her wail in pain, he managed to put her on her feet. "I'll take you to the car and then I'll come get the bag, okay?" Nesta nodded between deep breaths. Cassian nodded with her, starting to breathe with her. "Can you make it downstairs?"

Nesta looked at him and gave him a tired smile, "I kinda have to, don't I?"

Cassian felt bad for her, but still managed to return the smile, "I guess so."

He held out his other hand to keep her standing, placing it under her arm.

They reached the stairs and he positioned himself behind Nesta, while she leaned completely against his chest.

"Cass?" She almost whispered.

Cassian let go of a breath through his nostrils, forcing himself and holding her up the bottom steps,

"You almost made it."

Nesta shook her head, "No, it's not that-" she was interrupted by what Cassian imagined to be a particularly strong contraction, because she squeezed his hand so tight that it could have blocked his circulation, and a thought crossed his mind like a train that derails.

"God, Nes. Why didn't you call me as soon as the contractions started?" He said in her ear, while with his arm he tried not to push on her belly.

"Because-" Nesta cursed under her breath, "because you took my phone this morning. And they weren't this strong when you left, I thought I could wait for you to come back, but then my waters broke and-" she trailed off, rotating her shoulders.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh," she chuckled, despite the situation. "You could have chosen any other day, you know, to play thief with me." She heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived on the ground floor and leaning against the wall to walk, she dragged herself out of the house. Nyx, who saw her come out, pushed himself against the car window, getting into his sister's high chair. He began to pound his hands on the glass while smiling, Vega was whining behind him.

Nesta turned to Cassian, making him take a step back, but he was immediately at her side half a second later. "I don't think I can hold back," she said worriedly as wrinkles formed on her forehead.

Cassian put a hand on her back and she closed her eyes as if she hadn't waited for anything else, "Don't worry, Vega will never remember today and I promised Nyx that he’ll be the first to see Jamie, so he won't think about anything else," he smiled hopefully and she nodded.

As soon as they opened the car door, Nyx was already shrieking with joy to his aunt. Cassian circled the car, opening the side of his nephew, drawing his attention by bending over.

Nyx looked at him with wide, excited eyes. “Where are we going?”

"Well, buddy, aunt Nesta is going to have JJ, okay?" The dark head snapped towards his aunt, who was currently focusing on her breathing. "She's very afraid and I have to go up and get the other things, could you hold her hand while I'm gone?" He asked, eyeing his wife, who now had a tight grip on the door handle with clenched teeth. "Also remind her to take slow, deep breaths, maybe." Nyx nodded in confusion, but was immediately between the two front seats, with his little hand stretched out towards Nesta, who held back a sob as she squeezed it.

Cassian ran up the stairs as fast as he could and then into their bedroom, taking everything he had prepared a few weeks earlier.

He got into the car and, after checking that everyone had their seatbelts on, pressed on the accelerator. A hand went to Nesta’s leg, "Are you okay?"

"I'm going to have to push a person out of my little butterfly," she hissed through gritted teeth, trying not to be heard by Nyx, "how can you even think I’m okay?"

Cassian nodded, tight-lipped, "You're right, sorry."

Nesta said nothing until three minutes later, when they entered the hospital’s street, and a desperate scream, which had managed to escape the woman's control, made its way into the small cockpit of the car. She began shaking her head frantically, while hugging her baby bump with her hands.

Cassian halted in front of the emergency entrance and turned his head to his wife. He unbuckled her belt and in the meantime looked at the children who were with them. Nyx had his hands over his ears and had neared Vega’s high chair, which was looking around even more confused.

"Cassian," Nesta breathed. "Cass, something is wrong." Her words broke and Cassian nearly started crying with her.

He couldn't show how scared he was. He had to try and be strong for her.

"We are at the hospital, whatever is wrong, they will help you and I will be there with you. Alright?" He tried not to freak out and got out of the car. He opened Nyx’s door, letting him out and reaching into the car, he freed Vega’s small body, taking her in his arms.

Nesta had managed to open the door alone, but was still sitting.

Two nurses were quickly approaching with a wheelchair and Cassian thanked the gods when they helped her out of the car and sat her down, starting to ask her questions, evaluating everything.

"Cassian!" Nesta called him, turning her head back. He only had time to take the bag, put it on his shoulder, take Nyx by the hand and start running towards the entrance.

He joined her shortly after, and her hand tightened around his arm.

"What's wrong with auntie?" Nyx asked with tears in his eyes as he squeezed his sweaty hand.

Cassian was panicking.

Vega burst into tears when one of the nurses yelled to call the obstetrics and gynecology wards and he couldn't hold back any longer as a single tear ran down his cheek. He rapidly swept it away, hoping the kids around him hadn’t noticed.

He looked at Nesta, trying to keep up with the nurses and doctors and when they reached a room that had equipment and a bed, someone put a hand on his chest, blocking him. Nesta’s hand slipped from his arm.

"Excuse me, sir, you can't stay here and you have to take the children away," he looked down at the sympathetic gaze of one of the nurses. He shook his head in confusion.

"No, I can't leave her alone," he couldn’t understand. How could they think about asking him to leave when Nesta was shouting his name, asking him to stay beside her? It was true, Nyx and Vega were crying, as shocked as he was by Nesta’s screams of pain, but he couldn't leave.

“I'm sorry, but you can't stay here. My colleague will accompany you to the waiting room. As soon as we know something I will come and tell you, okay?" Retried the nurse.

No, it was not okay. Nesta was pleading him from inside the room to join her. Face red and cheeks strained with tears. Someone told him to step away and then shoved him aside. A woman in a pink cap looked at him sternly and screamed at the nurses to escort him out.

When he turned to Nesta, however, he smiled at her reassuredly.

The door closed in front of him and Cassian was pushed away from the room. He still could hear everything. Every doctor who moved in that room to help his daughter get here.

His daughter.

He was about to become a father.

He needed Rhysand. Azriel.

He started to pant and could not get enough air in. He left Nyx’s hand, who sobbed, and brought it to his throat. Where were his brothers?

"Sir?" The same nurse approached him with a folder in her hand. "Are you feeling well?"

Cassian looked at her and his vision blurred, he could barely say no, shaking his head.

"Your wife is in the hands of the best doctors in Velaris, don't worry." She said gently, "Come on, give me the baby." Vega’s weight was lifted from his arms and the bag fell to the ground. He was already breathing more easily, but the panic had not eased yet.

"She is one of the nannies in the nursery and will stay with them in the waiting room until you have calmed down, okay?"

He nodded again as he was looking at the woman, but he couldn't see her. He could not think clearly.

Nesta was about to give birth.

Where's Rhysand?

"I have to call someone," he whispered.

The nurse nodded, "I really meant it, don't worry, we are used to having women rushing in on the verge of giving birth every day. They're all fine and safe at the end of the day," she put a hand on his arm. "You already have two beautiful children, I'm sure the third one will be just as beautiful and healthy."

"They-" he cleared his throat. “They are my nephews. I don’t have children." Not yet, he thought.

"Uh, sorry," the nurse's cheeks turned red. "Congratulations, then."

He nodded. It seemed to be the only thing he could do without bursting into tears.

He was about to ask where the children had been brought, so he could calm them down—god, he had left them with a stranger while they were both crying desperately—when the door to his right swung open and all the staff came out, dragging the bed out, with a crying Nesta laying on it.

“Alert surgery that we are coming. The baby is breech," said the woman with the pink cap.

Cassian took a step towards, noticing just then that Nesta was wearing an oxygen mask and appeared as pale as ever.

"Nesta!" He called out. Her head snapped to the side, looking for him. Cassian reached her in a few steps, still leaving room for the doctors around the bed and took her hand while running along with them.

“Dads can't enter the room, I’m sorry. You’ll have to wait outside," the doctor said. Cassian didn’t even consider her and tried not to trip over the wheels of the bed as he bent over Nesta and pushed his forehead against hers.

"I'm scared," she squeezed his hand tighter. Cassian’s stomach twisted a little more. "Please come with me. I'm scared," she sobbed into the mask.

He closed his eyes shaking his head, "I can't, Nes."

"Please," she cried.

Cassian looked up at the doctors, but the woman who seemed to be in charge shook her head with her lips reduced to a thin line. They had entered the elevator and he hadn't even noticed.

“I'll wait out here, okay? I'll wait with everyone else. I’ll call your sisters, as soon as you enter the room, so when you get out they will all be here." A sob rose in his throat, but he managed to keep it down.

Nesta was shaking, but she nodded, “I also want Gwyn. And Emerie. I want my friends. "

"Of course." Cassian reassured her. Nesta raised a hand and moved the mask, raising her head. He lowered himself even further, meeting her lips halfway.

Emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but he managed not to burst into tears while the doctors ordered him one last time to let her go, or they might encounter security problems. He broke away from the bed and then Nesta was going through another corridor alone, terrified to her bones.

When he would see her again, they would be mum and dad.

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thecasualauthor18 ; thank you!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

it looks like i've got 77 right now

2.  What's your total AO3 word count?

180,976

3. What fandoms do you write for?

most of it is marvel and star wars, have a modest collection for the peacemaker tv series, and then side trips into other things!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

this might be all i ever wanted (all i ever wanted to happen to me) — 226 kudos

whatever happens (happens to the both of us) — 172 kudos

we've come a long, long way together — 171 kudos

why don't you close your eyes and reinvent me — 170 kudos

feeling's running straight to my bones — 132 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i really need to get better about this, because i have been slacking bad lol; i love each and every one and appreciate them so, so much, but i get flustered and then i forget to reply and i'm a hot mess ghfdjks

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i think i tend to favor open/ambiguous endings, more than outright angsty ones? probably almost paradise, though; the one time i acknowledged mcu gamora died and she was still dead at the end of this, so that was depressing by my standards. also my two canon compliant rogue one fics because i mean... gestures to what canon compliant means.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

obviously that time rick astley saved the world in that fic of mine from 2009.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

shoutout to that one weirdo who left me anon hate over... checks notes... carol danvers and jessica drew kissing. i even had to report that to ao3 because it was legit harassment, and for what.

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

i did a calculation recently and like 2/3 of the fics i've published in the past two years have been smut. oops.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i do love inventing ships out of nothing and making you all see my vision — so while a lot of what i've published on that front has been confined to comic characters who've never interacted before, i do have more in my head.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of......

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! anything that's worth my love (is worth the fight) was translated into chinese, and that's still, like, the neatest thing that's ever happened to me.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i've played around with sharing universes with friends and swapping ideas! and a couple of co-written series we dabbled in.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

honestly? yeah, it's rebelcaptain. straight up. what you've all witnessed this year is the culmination of 1) my pandemic character arc of having zero shame of what i fling to my ao3 account anymore, and 2) that particular pandora's box getting reopened thanks to andor getting released at the end of last year because being insane about them has lived in me like a sleeper agent since 2016.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ugh unfortunately the marvel cosmic star wars au will probably never get done

16. What are your writing strengths?

getting into character's heads and having the reader experience their emotions, maybe? idk maybe tension between characters, sexual or otherwise? maybe smut? maybe humor?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i hate titles so much. hate hate HATE. song lyrics are my life hack for that.

also what is a plot

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

if i don't know the language, i'm not confident i'm going to get it right, so i usually just take the comics approach of < words go here > if this ever comes up.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

i wrote some unhinged star wars prequels (specifically anidala) fics in high school, and i also started writing unhinged matrix fics around that time. no, none of you will see any of those.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

keep whatever it is (that's compelling you on) — because it's the culmination of a story that had lived in my head for years but i didn't think i was skilled enough to carry out, so i was proud i finally wrote it

Going On An Adventure 🧜‍♂️ by peaceluvr69 — is my comedic magnum opus tbh and i made myself laugh stupid the entire time i was writing it, so that has to count for something

here's hoping we collide — i really do genuinely love how this story turned out 🥹 to the point that i actually keep thinking about making a branch universe off of this to give that jyn and that cassian from five years prior to rogue one more chances to know each other and also be... prickly little assholes in a funny way, because they're funny. i imagine the hell they'd raise together and it warms my heart.

tagging (no pressure!): @quarantineddreamer ; @frostbitepandaaaaa ; @sgtjamesrogers ; @ezracomehome ; @luciechat ; @rebelrainfall

#tag game #* fic #i'll throw that in my tag. wow it took me a while to answer these questions ghfdjks

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get to know meme

lil thing where I'll give a bit too much detail so it fills its purpose, honoured honestly to be tagged by three of my favourite writers in this space @sharkodactyl, @unicyclehippo , and @astoriacolumnstaircase - anyone reading this should be reading their works instead.

favourite colour: brown(s), like a mid to a dark tone, i like them to have a bit of red involved. like our old-boy chet, I love the wood. my dream home would be all wood-panelled with built in inlayed and set back shelves and nooks a plenty and yeah just full of brik-a-brak. otherwise my favourite colours are navy blue and greens that are more mixed with blue than yellow, teals and emeralds and once again generally around the mid tones. green makes me very happy. moss and outdoors and all that.

currently reading: fic. haha. (suss my recommend reading tag) I did venture out to my (very) local queer bookshop and asked them for something that won't send me on a spiral if I'm already on one/provide some escapism and they reccomended river of teeth by Sarah gailey. anyone I've said about it to seems real enthusiastic about it, I am not well read at all when it comes to published things, tend to just get really into a few fandom authors works and picking them apart (rereading a lot) . still haven't started it but maybe I'll try take it out to the park in the next week or so. I'm dabbling in reading (and unfortunately writing) poetry thanks to @picturesofthegoneworlds and @blorbotomy 's influence, those mini books are fun to keep on you when out and about, poem or two on a tree stump or boulder with a grand vista and a brain that wants eyes on a phone screen.

last song: last song I consciously (not background music) listened to was:

I went on an early lord snow stint the other night because the air smelt crisp and there was a nice chill. they have remained my favourite heavy (as a broad term) band for a decade now.

I used to have music on all of the time, whether that be cd's at home or in my mp3 player (that I still take out with me) but these days I find listening more of an intentional activity and I prefer to have people just nattering when I'm at home and want background noise. think it's where my heads at and I've just got more sensitive to being overstimulated I guess. I was also pretty good at going to a live gig at least once a week before I did my back in, looking forward to getting into that habit again.

last series: I don't watch much stuff outside of critical role, least other than YouTube videos I'll put on whislt I'm drawing. oh wait yeah I ordered 3 seasons of xena on ebay because it's like a couple of quid a season and it is a real good comfort show and fucking amazing. I hadn't seen it since I was pre teen and it was on day time TV and I'd catch it on sick days. the amount of people I've brought it up to these past few months who've been so stoked to be reminded of it/eager to watch it with me is actually hilarious.

last movie: uhhhh God movies I watch even less. I haven't been to a cinema in over 12 years now, just not my thing, and it's funny caus my mum used to work in the film and TV industry and we had shelves and shelves full of VHS growing up (mostly bootlegged) and she can just ramble about pretty much any early era film up to the stuff from the 80s (when she was working on em) for days. never could sit through em, never felt satisfied with how the story went. guess that's why actual play appeals to me. but saying all this I did rewatch Bound for the first time since I was like 15 last month or so, enjoyed it a lot more than I did back then.

sweet/savory/spicy: savory all day. I am a salt fiend. I used to think I'd be fortunate enough to die from my salt intake. I'll put it on anything. cereal, toast, fruit. I think the other day I noted the one thing I wouldn't put it on, but I can't recall that right now honestly. it's gotta be decent salt too, sea salt or rock salt that has some texture and delicious flavour, I'm not fucking with that table salt shit. I carry salt with me in a mini mason jar everywhere I go, saves when you only have access to bland cold supermarket food. one of my earliest memories is when I was like 6 I had had my daily 1 glass allowance of squash/fruit cordial in my white Tom and Jerry printed beaker with the accordion bendy straw and so when I was pouring myself a glass of water from the tap I put salt in it caus I wanted flavour that would not show through the white translucent container. it's all been downhill from there, although I also, luckily I guess caus otherwise I would be really fucked, do drink a lot of water.

currently working on: myself and healing. hah. I never realised how much paperwork and phone calls came with this maintenance shit. I'm still out of work, and my mental health has taken a huge hit from not being able to do the things I usually would. so right now I'm just trying to keep everything together. I can draw again though, so sorry about that.

I never know who to tag in these things caus I don't think everyone wants to do them. so I'll go with this being open invite as always. hope anyone who read this far is having a good week, and sentiment is still there even if you didn't read this (unless you don't deserve my well wishes, then fuck you.)

#Youtube

[aprillikesthings]

I'm awake, I'm drinking coffee, and I'm waiting for some laundry to get done before I do some homework for my Bible/theology discussion thingie (EfM, for the handful of Episcopal nerds I've become mutuals with) (....who didn't give up tumblr for Lent)

So I might as well watch some She-Ra, right?

s4 ep4 pulse

(Side note I posted a short fic yesterday if you're interested)

PLOT

I've read the synopsis and I'm not sure if there's much I'm gonna screenshot/talk about with this one

does this character have a NAME? I forget

the bit of animation of Double Trouble shifting out of "Flutterina" is pretty great, someone clearly had fun with it

(Do you think it takes effort to stay in another "shape"? Amethyst in SU clearly had to put forth effort the whole time, whereas I think Double Trouble doesn't, other than the acting part.)

"Espionage is a long game, kitten."

Catra is Amused

Double Trouble: "This is supposed to be fun!" Catra: ":( this is supposed to be war" Double Trouble: "No reason it can't be both :)"

Me, A Human in a Non-Fictional Universe: there are many good reasons it should not be both but I suspend them for fiction

Double Trouble literally makes a foreshadowing joke, I love them

...is it all poisonous plants

I mean that does look like foxglove

She's laying it on pretty thick imho

eugh

STOP TOUCHING PEOPLE'S FACES oh my god

are they going to drill down to the Cluster

(how many Steven Universe references am I gonna make by the time I'm done rewatching THIS cartoon)

nope don't like that

I was rereading that one "missing scene" fic that Nate posted and in it Adora talks about how doing the healing thing here is actually fucking exhausting and makes her sore all over. If you were wondering why she doesn't do it all the time.

It also doesn't entirely heal the person in question; they still have to rest a lot!

One person: suggests, even slightly, that the Horde is somehow tracking She-Ra Adora: OBVIOUSLY THIS IS ALL MY FAULT

Meanwhile, Glimmer:

(she also blames herself)

oooooh I forgot

She's talking to Double Trouble but I still cackled

oh god Glimmer goes to Shadow Weaver to ask "how to think like Catra, since you know her best," and while Glimmer isn't wrong in that Shadow Weaver is the only one around (other than Adora) who knows Catra at all, it's just.....eugggghhhh

DUH

Okay the "what do those do" "those are daisies, I find them cheerful" is actually pretty funny

every time she gets into someone's personal space like that it's creepy as shit

....she's not wrong. Part of me is like "lol even Shadow Weaver knows" but tbqfh she probably knows better than anyone considering how much she used their mutual affection to abuse them. >:(

what is it with lesbians and game nights (she says, knowing she bought the boardgames Wingspan and Ticket to Ride as Christmas gifts for a partner) (actually it's been a while since we played I should suggest it again)

"people don't come to game night because YOU insist on serving vegetable platters" okay is this a "lesbians are vegetarians" joke are they gonna mention hummus next lolol

"no one likes vegetable platters!" D: I do (...with hummus, even)

anyway they get surrounded by drill bots, meanwhile Glimmer sneaks up on Catra

"wtf?"

(she literally thinks it's Double Trouble at first lol)

I love it when Catra's just like IMMA BITE

please tell me the Glitra shippers reference this line as often as possible

Poor Adora, Glimmer is straight up like "I will continue using you as a decoy--I mean a distraction :) while I destroy shit" and Adora, well--

This actually reminds me of a conversation on reddit the other day, about how people who've always had happy families (or at least, no truly shitty family members) often cannot wrap their minds around the idea that someone who is nice to them could be an abusive piece of shit to someone else, and you end up in these situations where naive people try to force a reconciliation or pull a "but they're your faaaaaamily" or just straight-up don't believe your version of events, because nobody could be that horrible to their own kids, right???? I don't think that's what Glimmer's doing here but it still sucks for Adora.

"I'll bring back some cake!" lol I forgot about this line when I wrote my fic (linked above) but I'm glad this is canon, that she just raids the kitchen, and specifically for cake XD

ehehehehehhehheh

also we see Catra hand Double Trouble an actual little bag of (presumably) coins, what currency do you think Etheria uses??? Like who sets the standard for it. The most obvious thing would be that it's just coins of some standardized weight of a metal rare enough to be valuable. But it's funny to ask yourself if it's like, the kind of coins with someone's face on it, because whose face would it be?! Because then either the Horde and everyone else would be using different currencies (which would be useless across sides) or they're all using the same currency. Some obscure person from Etherian history, probably.

Also I'm not sure the Horde actually pays anyone. I think it's just "you can get enough to eat (barely), and a place to sleep (sort of), and uhhh you can fight each other over getting a small step up in power"

As usual I am overthinking the world-building here lolll

okay episode over :D time to flip the laundry

#april rewatches spop #pulse

[museumgiftshoperaser]

Paint the Devil on the Wall

80s New York City art scene AU, Coming November 7th!

My Steddie Big Bang project has a posting date! The first of five chapters will be uploaded to AO3 on November 7th! I can't wait to share this story that I've been working on since January. It's the longest I've ever worked on a fic and also the longest in terms of length. We'll probably be clocking in at around 60k and it will be rated E. The fic will be accompanied by art from @melonalemonade and @dreaminginpencil which I could not be happier about! I've seen a little sneak peak of one of the pieces and it's so insanely gorgeous, you're gonna love it so so much <333 Below is a little excerpt from the intro...

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The first artwork Eddie ever falls in love with is a piece of graffiti on the dumpster behind the church. He’s ten, maybe eleven and his mother pushes him across the parking lot on Sunday morning. They’re running late and pretending not to be, but the Indiana sun soaks sweat through his mother’s nicest blouse. A telltale sign of rushing and cheap polyester. 

Would you look at that, she tuts anyway, like judging other people will guard her from nasty looks from the right side of the picket fence. Her yellowed nails hook into his shoulders. I bet it’s those Peterson boys again. 

So Eddie looks. 

It’s a corner of town he’s seen a hundred times, but just like that it’s new again. Angry blue and black lines swoop across the metal into bold letters spelling out SOON. Loud like advertising, enticing like early morning cartoons. Messy, but on purpose.

His mother must see the crease between his brows, maybe the longing in his eyes because she adds you don’t draw on things that aren’t yours, baby.

Inside, with his knees on the hardwood and his eyes closed, those bright letters light up the inside of his eyelids like a promise. Soon. He doesn’t know what, or where or how, but he thinks it’s coming. 

Later that night he scratches the same swooping letters into his bedside table with a ballpoint and a vision. Pushes so hard the plywood dents in the shape of his marks and learns how good it feels. How a room can be a canvas. How he gets to pick the colors.

His stepdad smacks him over the head for it when his mother finds out so he figures nothing in his bedroom is really his. But maybe he knew that already. 

It’s a decade later now, and Hawkins, Indiana is over seven hundred miles away. He doesn’t believe in God anymore, maybe never did, and he no longer believes in Art. But he believes in Soon like nobody’s business. Gets the word tattooed over his wrist his first week in New York and never looks back. The money. The boys and the white, chalky lines across every black surface he can find. Everything. Soon.

It’s coming.

All of which is to say that this is not a love story.  At least, not yet.

(If you have any questions you can always send me an ask, I've been absolutely DYING to talk about this story since January) (And also thanks so much to all the moderators who've been running this big bang!)

#steddie #steddiebang23 #you don't draw on things that aren't yours baby <3 #it's like two months away but STILL #I'm so so excited! #it will be messy #and a little toxic #and pretty angsty #but happy ending guaranteed <3 #also insanely grateful for the people who've helped me beta this fic #but they're not on tumblr so I can't add them here lol #this story is 100x better thanks to their brainstorming!!! #i will also be infodumping about neoexpressionism in the chapter notes #don't you worry

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2023 - 01: Introduce Yourself

WiJ 2023 Navigation Post

(I'll put my favourite tropes under the cut because this post is getting a bit long, oops lol)

Re-Introduction

I've been in the Tumblr whump community for a couple of years now, but hello and welcome to everyone both old and new to my blog! I'm emc, and I'm an Australian writer and artist specialising in the bloodthirsty subject matter we all love here on whumpblr! I mostly reblog at this stage, but I love to participate in community events, and have plenty in the works :)

I create original whump works. I'm only in one fandom, Danny Phantom, so I will occasionally reblog stuff from there.

Project Updates!

I'm completely, totally obsessed by one singular whumpee... so everything I work on centers around him... lol

Anyways, so, it turns out that SP multiplied...

Shifting Phases - This is gonna be a loooooong fic lol, but! I'm making good progress, and I've managed to stay inspired and motivated for +6 years, so you can count on it getting finished, no matter how long it takes :)

10 of 59 chapters are drafted, one of which is pending review,

8 of the remaining 50 chapters are in progress,

The word-count as of writing this post is 23.5k.

I'm sure a few of you have followed for this fic/pieces of the boi, and I think about that constantly especially since it's still a major wip lol ^-^' Not worry, I will not rush uwu

I'll link the masterpost of it though because I keep it updated with my progress, and also any good snippets I write :)

Full Moon Waning - Because I'm horrible and have so many thoughts all the time, I've actually started planning this; the sequel to Shifting Phases! I think I have some cool whump ideas, and it provides another chance to explore the worldbuilding and character backstories, so I think it has a lot to offer and will be fun to write :)

Plotting; jotting down vague ideas and arranging them in a semi-coherent order.

Eclipse Descending (AU) - Oh this one is incredibly fun and fucked up, and somehow manages to be SO much darker in which Pete falls down a terrible path and becomes a hunter. It goes about as well as you'd expect lol. I explained the premise to a friend and she wondered, since it was so compelling, why it wasn't canon, and man, that's a fun thing to hear. It also means it's gonna be an absolute behemoth...

Plotting and detailing scenes simultaneously.

Caesar Salad (AU) - Remember how I said I wanted to stab my whumpee during the Ides of March? Guess which concept got WAY out of hand XD It will be a much shorter fic, but it's still a major project. It's an alternate secret reveal, so, it's an AU.

Detailing the scenes while trying desperately to come up with a resolution ^-^'

Anything Else? - Yep! I have a few other little scene/whump ideas that I'll eventually write out, but for now, I just keep them stored in a little au/idea doc. I'm still also working slowly on my BTHB card, and also the gift and several treats for the exchange I mentioned earlier, but I shan't be spoiling those :)

Favourite Tropes

Those of you who've been around me/know me will find that I am indeed very consistent XD Some of my favourite tropes include:

Bad caretaker/s

Collapse

Compromised mobility

Dehumanisation and animalisation

Domestic abuse

Emotional whump

Environmental whump

Hyper/hypothermia

Long-term injuries and scars

Near-death of the whumpee

Nightmares/Night terrors

Nonhuman whumpees (usually vampires, demons... and especially mer)

Panic attacks

PTSD

Restraints, especially creative ones

Secret angst-- whumpee having to keep their species/identity secret for their personal safety, and because they fear they'll be rejected by the ones they love most

Severe sickness

Species-specific whump

Starvation

Transformation whump

... and so many more...! Also, caretakers and whumpers are not necessary for me to enjoy the whump ^-^

#wij23day1 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #whumpmas in july #wij #whumpblr #whump community #whump intro #whump reintro #whump writer #whump artist #omfg how do i count #i can't fucking count i either made an error on chapter count here or on the masterpost shit shit shit lmao #i can count it's just whether i count them the same way lol

[notroosterbradshaw]

Idk if this is allowed but I'm here to break the rules‼🗣

An amazing fic writer you all should know is this girl called Cass, also known as  @notroosterbradshaw

Her series "The Boyfriend Experience" completely changed my brain chemistry bc it was the first fic I felt actually & truly compelled to talk to the writer about it directly. I was still kinda shy at the time and was afraid to be a bother by DM'ing writers and she was just so so so sweet 🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷 it was my first interaction with a writer and I'll never forget it okay😌🌹

I wrote an extensive text about this series and it has a special place in my heart. (I should re-read it again actually)

And although Cass lives in the other side of the planet and we've been mutuals for about 3 months, I feel like I've known her for so long 🥺 she's the sweetest and I love her dearly

That's my mutual right there bitch‼‼‼🗣🗣‼🗣🗣 I'm so proud of you babe, keep slaying

— with love, nyn 💌

Nyn, you dream. I have looked at this every day since you sent it and it just makes me smile so wide. Thank you for being so damn sweet x

I was actually not going to post this. I had a couple of asks that came to me directly and the intent of this challenge was to boost our friends in the fandom. I'm publishing this because I know that special effort was put into those who sent asks (some real heart and soul stuff and I couldn't be so rude as to not acknowledge the effort). To those who sent asks, remember your creators love the kind words, and they cherish every keyboard smash, meme, art, and comment/reblog. To those who've been tagged, remember that there is someone out there who thinks you're the bee's knees. It might be hard for them to come off anon. Your language may not be the same and the effort put in to send affection is a massive task. Give and take makes the fandom go around.

Please remember to be kind. Remember you curate your own experience. Thanks to everyone who was a part of this challenge. This will be the last ask I accept, but if you have joy to share, go to your creators and let them know. It's amazing how you can make someone's day but just saying hi.

And on that note, this challenge is now closed. Thank you to all that participated. It's been so much fun to do with you. Fluffy challenge on it's way soon x

notroosterbradshaw’s 3k-ish follower celebration (we done x)

#notroosterbradshaw's 3k #spread the love

[flaray25]

I think someone of my online friends asked me this before...

How did you get your artstyle development/improved after all these years?

How did you start your own?

Have you been feeling okay?

Hows ur fanfics?

Are you going to continue?

Lets just say that it all started with a simple ship...

Since may 2020 got me to ship the most otp and most obsessing thing I can imagine...

[Which was you guessed it squidbob...]

And the time I joined Packet's server I felt inspired to draw squidbob.

I drew lots of them and lost of drafted things... i drew countless of them that I couldn't even caught up...

After all... I did read most of my favorite Squidbob fics from ao3 and wattpad which was: IWNBYF scabs the kid, always be yours by tragicclownwriters, I'm surrounded by (PatrickSexyLegs), Bikini Bottom Luau by MultiFandomWriter775, Cerulean Dreams by the_sparkling_abyss also known as (crybaby-139), A Boat to Remembering by RavenCreek [deleted], Accidetally in Love by ShadowAngel56, Only Sponge and Perfect date [collaborated with ShadowAngel56], also adding Artokaii for making Movie Night, Clouded Sunshine, and other of the fics :3

Other of the fanfics I fgt to mention from the squidbob ao3 they are also good as well. <kudos>

Except I dont fit right with nsfw part yep-

I'm reminding myself that this topic was focused for my artstyle improvement not the fics... I'M TOO DARN GIGGLING WITH WHAT I'M READING THEY'RE ALL TOO GOOD *eats*

Anyway- my improvement changed around 2022 - 2023

It started with one simple ship that started my WHOLE ASS career

I became more hyperfixated, delulu, feel like I'm losing it rn, and been writing stuff down from my drafts.

How'd it start my career?

Let's just say-

I created-

Siblings AU, Stoned AU, Legendary AU,Extra ordinary 2003 AU, Switched Universe AU, Past AU, The Other Future AU, The death of his AU, SpongeTale AU, Flowers AU, Agent AU, Mermaid AU, AlterEgo AU, Changed AU, Yandere AU (for some reason back at my Yandere Simulator era), Soft Universe AU, Forced Family AU, Zombie Apocalypse AU, Detecive Partners AU, Vampire AU, This Is Us AU, Gh0stB0b AU, The C0R3 AU, Future Next Gen AU, Transition AU, VillainBob AU, VillainBob 2.0 AU, SquidGame AU (for some SquidGame inspiration...), Guardian AU, Guardian AU (human version), Elliot AU, GhostBusters AU, Reality 4th AU [escape], Band AU, MiddleSchool AU, Future AU (2023), BodyGuard AU, Siren AU, L0ST AU (2 origins meets 1 mystery), Therapy AU, Musician AU, Rich AU, Mysterious Hero AU, Barista AU, Wrestling AU, T!m3Bre@ker AU, BabySitting AU, Quarantine AU, Experiment AU, Zombie AU, Poison Gas AU, Sanity AU, DON'T FORGET AU, Actor AU, AND ALSO! SquidPlusOne|C AU!

Some of those aus seem familiar to you guys and know about it. But in my own aus they're all plotted already and have completed stories now. [I just dont really write much fics cuz I'm very hyper fixated)

When it came to my mind that I've got a unique style, interest, and purpose, I've been doing alot of these fics and also drawing mostly in general. I never post much on tumblr (to avoid giving Nasty ass spoilers from other AUs and plots from my upcoming fics...

After years of my Digital arts/Traditionals of drawing and posting it here on my account... I'd like to say... Thank you so much for supporting and I'm really happy to get to stay here even if I don't interact in much.

I'm very happy and glad that most of you guys who've stayed and look at my posts for too long are literally the bomb.

I couldn't think of anything to say but a hundreds of thank yous :3 it's been so much and I will never forget the days people liked it. And even my improvement after joining this fandom.

I'm greatful to have you guys here supporting or respect or even listen to my lores, I don't even care if I'm not popular or well known person from the fandom. I just want someone to know, listen, and understand whatever I say or explain.

For the ask if 'I'm feeling well' well the neutral but also yes. Since this is the week where it's our last quarter clearance and next 3 months I'm gonna be in 3rd year highschool now... theres just a lot going on in my personal life and I don't wanna talk it out since they're all too sensitive.

It's better for me to start working again with these fics and art requests after our clearance check from school. It's hard to focus studying alongside minding another business with this as well. I gotta study harder next school year- tho I really hope I finish those drafted ones but new ideas come into my mind and I just wanna write it down!

With that thing on the way I'll do my best depends if I still visit here...

Some of you guys might or might not read this so I'm only posting this as my announcements or- something-

If some anon or someone asks me stuff from ask box I'd be very glad to answer! I don't really mind it since I don't talk to any other people here that much-

If someone asks "Octi? Are you going to leave this fandom in the future?" I mean it depends- the community of the Spongebob Fandom sometimes doesn't get that well with other people talking toxicity and mostly in twitter- people have their dislikes of 'shipping' an asexual main character Spongebob of the show.

Pssst @swagpolicerunaway thank you for staying here and I appreciate your stay man- stay cool as always 👉👉

And @3v3ry-freckle thx for reading my fics I know u read fics according to ur description hehe I'm glad people like you also read it too heheh

I mean some people have their own headcanons with a character- even if its announced already. People have their own point of view to that.

I did promise my own account here on tumblr that I'm staying in this fandom... We wont know until the future right? I'm staying here because I felt very open to my own lore and stuff, I'm also focusing on other fandoms that are popular and my studies as well.

But eh- it never hurts to stay here it makes me feel like a whole new person!

Plus I've got new online friends and other general friends who's also like me so theres no biggie problem heheh.

As long as I'm still here I get to share my own thoughts and stuff >:]

Btw there might be a fanfic I'll publish today since it's Fathers Day

🎶Every second that you see is,

Also yes I am continuing. Too much ideas from my hyperfixation? Yes.

With that further ado I gtg do something- see ya guys sometime if I update-

Twenty-four connected pieces,

Thank you for coming,

Thank you for staying,

Thank you for watching the show.🎶

[I love this song so much makes me remind of The Owl House since it ended]

#squidbob #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #squidward tentacles #spongeward #writing #spongebob au #fandomizer25

[izzy-b-hands]

I know it's gonna drive up his BP, but I so much want for Izzy in s2 to just. Admit and Feel and Let Himself Feel without shame or wanting to make up for taking that time for himself. Sit with those feelings and act on them if needed/appropriate or let the other crew members be there to help while the feeling passes. Like, I can't seem to get fic out rn for this, but Ideas that I'm v aware would not happen like this in canon if at all:

Admit his feelings for Ed. I don't see Ed getting upset or laughing in like? a malicious way? But I could see him joking abt it to sort of relieve the tension and lighten the mood but for Izzy that would be like. Oh. Okay. Thanks for that. I regret every single moment of this.

He comes out from the captains' quarters willing himself not to cry until he's back in his room (the Worst Feeling bc idk abt y'all but I never make it to somewhere private before the tears fall) and there's an odd number of the crew laying about on the deck, all sort of watching him carefully.

He anticipates a mob and to be thrown overboard. Not for this moment in particular, necessarily. But it's always in the back of his mind now.

They let him pass by without a word. He knows they know what he was going in there to do, bc it was a comment by Stede ("Some things never do change; I'm back and Izzy is still looking at Ed Like That. Maybe some things could change though. Should change. Quickly, now that the ship has both her captains, and one that's quite skillful with a blade now, I must say...") that sets him off and has him break down and angrily tell Stede not to worry; he'll change things right now. Because what's the point if Ed barely wants him around either way, why not let any and everything out and fucking implode the bridge along with burning it (not actually true abt Ed not wanting him around, but that's how it's been coming off to Izzy, They Need To Talk so badly!)

And he stomps off towards the quarters he knows Ed is in and figures if it goes worse than he expects (god he hopes that isn't possible) then he'll just throw himself overboard right after and hope for a hungry shark.

And then. They finally fucking talk lmao.

Over the next few days as much as he Hates how it went with Ed (tho he does appreciate that they are slowly approaching something like their old normal since, like back to the earliest days of sailing together normal. They can joke and plot and go about the day more easily. It feels comfortable and safe, even as he fights the urge to roll his eyes at some of Bonnet's ideas)

He decides to do it again. This time, an admission and apology to the crew for his various fuck ups. He can't make eye contact with anyone the entire time and by the end is literally staring at the deck bc Huge Crowd of Crew in front of him and all their eyes on him and that's the way this should be, probably, but jfc-

A hand claps him on the back and awkwardly jokes not to do any of it again, and maybe they can give him a chance.

He looks up to find Olu who shrugs and is like 'actually it's kind of weird that you felt the need to almost beg on your knees like this in front of us just to like. stay here? I mean thank u for the apology and tbh we still don't...like u all that much. But you're a crew member all the same.'

(cut to frenchie & jim who've spent time with him now who wince bc they're the outliers here. They don't maybe love Izzy, but they've seen a different side of Ed and Izzy and how the dynamics change based on crew size & other factors, and he's... he's okay. He's trying)

Finally, over a week later, the crew pushes Izzy to talk to Stede bc holy shit you two don't have to like each other but y'all are absolutely creating a hostile work environment with how you talk to one another. Fix that shit.

They wind up pulling Ed in who makes a joke abt how he's a little shocked Stede didn't glom onto Izzy first with his leather and his swordsmanship and overall Badass Pirate Aesthetic.

It's like a fucking lightbulb goes off. Had they not immediately been bitchy to each other...they might have mildly gotten along. Maybe fucked. Probably the former more, but who can say?

Ed giggles and tells him where Stede is and wishes him luck (bc he would like them to get along. He really would.)

Stede sits on the floor in the captains' quarters, with parchment and ink (he's trying to write out what he remembers of his fave books that got thrown out) beside him. He has to keep adjusting bc it's not v comfy and they still need to buy and/or steal new furniture.

Izzy walks in to this and panics slightly. He knows he could do something nice for Bonnet here, but he wouldn't be surprised if Stede takes it poorly anyway.

But he told Ed he would do this. He knows, finally, that he should.

Bonnet's comment, though sort of rude, wasn't entirely wrong.

He sneaks back out and below deck to where he and Frenchie have started a project sewing up floor cushions (they understand why Ed didn't want any of Stede's things around at the time but also. Ed everything is made of wood on this ship why couldn't we have kept An Chair at least. But to be fair to Ed, he was going thru it at the time & we all fuck up in those moments sometimes)

Brings a finished one back up that's in this yellow silk with beading (they raided a French ship & it was wonderful for their diversifying their sewing supplies) and sort of bops Stede on the arm with it bc fuck how does he start this?!

Stede turns and frowns to see Izzy there, but there's a flash of confusion at being offered the cushion (that he takes and sits on immediately bc fucking hell his joints hurt his back hurts his ass hurts and that one is the worst bc it was the floor that did it, not anything fun with Ed)

And that sets Izzy off.

He sits and looks at the parchment on the floor, the whorls of the wooden floor itself, anything else that isn't Bonnet. It's always too hard to look at people with things like this, for Izzy. He doesn't know quite why.

It pours out. How Stede doesn't get that the rest of them didn't get to treat piracy like a fancy adventure, they didn't get to bring along all their fave clothes and things (most of them probably didn't have much at all. Izzy knows he didn't.) They watched other pirates now and again, sailing about and dying and dying and dying young, Bonnet, so fucking young, which sure that's the risk you take, but what about when every path elsewhere is as risky as staying put, and none of them really guarantee your safety, let alone your happiness, and even if you find both something or someone might come along to threaten it-

He freezes at Stede's hand on his shoulder, and expects some snarky comment and to be told to fuck off.

Stede tells him to keep going (he can hear doug and mary in his head telling him to shut the fuck up and let Izzy talk. Lovingly, but bluntly.)

So he does. Izzy tells him everything he can remember, of his own life, of the young start with Ed as pirates ("almost as shitty of pirates as you were, Bonnet. Almost.") Of Ed, of Ed, of Ed, so much about Ed. In laughs and giggles and occasionally tears. Years of time spent together.

And the lightbulb clicks for Stede then.

That one talk doesn't make things amazing between them. But it helps. The days that follow help too.

And Izzy finds that Ed and Stede, when they aren't spending time together, spend more time with him and the crew. He gets invited by Ed or Stede, then Olu too and Jim, until even Olivia is angrily pecking his shoulder until he goes to join the latest chapter read before bed or arts and crafts project on the deck

They might even actually want him there. It feels uncertain and almost scary?

But he likes it.

(Tho he does disagree with Stede on how many beads and buttons should be used on a flag. He asked them to make new flags to celebrate being together again, and that means sometimes expressing yourself with maybe an alarming amount of silvery sparkling beads!!)

#text post #long post #to be safe #idk know what this is I'm having Izzy Feelings and then This aksnfngng #ignore as needed bc it is V stream of consciousness in bits and i know that's not always fun to read

[sparatus]

heyy

💋(or suitable turian alternative)🍦💖💞 (I think I know who but feel free to babble about them I'm all ears)

hell yeah thank u 💍

Fanfic Emoji Asks

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

LOVE LOVE LOVE god i need to write more im so weak, especially for when it's two characters who've been friends a long time but haven't been able to bring themselves to admit their feelings until at some point everything comes to a head in an emotional moment and AUGH YES

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

i already answered this one here but let's be honest i've got a lot of soft sweet shit under my belt, lol. Where the Wind Rests definitely gets a shout-out, part of a series and has spoilers for the end of broken mirror but god tender reunions and marriage proposals my beloveds. i went looking through my desabrudas stuff to pick one out but honestly any of the stuff i wrote about them post-shanxi with kids is just pure cavity fodder, i need to write them more everything is oLD

💖 What made you start writing?

i used to be a semi-famous rper in the facebook rp community (back in. 2012. yes it was a thing fb used to be an easy haven for rp) for a. certain anime community i'm not going to mention you must be at least a level 3 friend to learn this fact. but that started it, and then i had a couple friends from that community who helped foster that and got me writing - i have an old twilight spitefic still up on ao3 (do not read it. cannot emphasize enough it's very old and i was mimicking smeyer's writing style and the characters have evolved since then) that was inspired by one of those friends!!

i got started writing mass effect specifically because my partner @lightspeedpowerpunk was writing a fic about our ocs, which eventually grew into Rise & Reign (we're rewriting it soon i prommy plans are in the works i miss my dumb stupid boys) and around chapter. idk, 10?? 12 or so?? i started contributing to writing it myself, and that just kinda kickstarted everything. everybody say thank you to the ogs axilus and thie'haasn for my [checks notes] jesus christ 84 mass effect works on ao3

💞 Who's your comfort character?

m. many,,,,, definitely cnclr sparatus, obviously, and also my oc for his wife, aediteia. the way i've written sparky has taken nearly the full 8 years i've been in this fandom to slowly build, and he's very near and dear to my heart. conversely, teia has also grown along with him, and their narratives both personal and together touch on a lot of things that are somewhat personal to me and my own growth as a person.

in the same vein, the arterius brothers also count - i can look back and see how the way i've written saren has changed over the years as i myself have grown. i write him less depressed now, he has a support system, in yes-reapers yes he's still having a Bad Time because sovereign is fucking him up and the reapers are tied to his brother's death but it's less. idk. gloom and doom emo sadboi 24/7, he's allowed to have moments of peace now. desolas in particular i've kinda realized is also reflecting a lot about myself, ESPECIALLY in no-reapers. his arc in my no-reapers au, and in fact a major theme of the entire series, is all about recovery from trauma and how our choices make us who we are; no-reapers desolas has been through a lot of shit, so much, 89 years of it, from his parents being killed to having to help his baby brother through his own trauma to his career to 314 and everything in-between, and he's been in a really bad place and learned really bad habits and attitudes, but after shanxi he makes the active choice to grow and move on, at first just because valis needs him but with therapy also comes to do it just for himself because he's tired of being sad and hurt and angry. and that's a very personal story for me, even tho i certainly didn't set out intending des of all assholes to be the one carrying most of my weight, lol.

nihlus and (valis) abrudas are also in the same boat, characters who've been through a lot of shit and got mad about it and have their own ways of dealing with it. something that's going to become apparent to shepard in itlog is that saren was nihlus's morality chain, not the other way around - saren played a large part in nihlus learning to heal from his father's death and move on as a person, and now that he's been hurt in this whole thing nihlus is starting to slide back into old habits. valis, on the other hand, is the lone sane man in the whole clan, trying to keep her head on straight and above water while her friends and loved ones are drowning, and i've had to be that friend myself and boy i really do appreciate that kind of character, especially for somebody like desolas who's been drowning so long he's forgotten what the surface looks like.

god i have so many emotions and thoughts about sparkyteia and the desabrudas/kryterius group (i like to call des + valis + saren the evolution trio, personally, as they're all in it, but nihlus makes a proper group name hard :lmfao:) they're all my comfort characters i come back to them every time when i get stuck in my head and start Thinking About Stuff i probably have others but this is already rEALLY LONG,

#press conference #callista-curations

[youngerdrgrey]

Wildmoore Week, Day Three: when you started shipping them...

I'm still in between on whether I'll post something new, but I will re-share three things. and get just a little emotional on main. I started shipping Ryan and Sophie around 2x05 because I loved the way they worked together. But once we hit 2x13, I knew I had to write about them.

so, the first fic I wrote for them was in May 2021, and it spun the couch Never Have I Ever scene into a moment for our girls. That was you thinkin' about me? and it was the fourth Wildmoore story ever posted on AO3. (you can read it here.) there are now 332 Wildmoore stories on AO3, at the time of me posting this.

my notes for it read:

Who would’ve thought I could write a fic with two canon Black lesbians in a CW superhero show? Not me. Do they make out in this? No. Is it considered? Yes. There's a long road from enemies to besties/lovers, and I personally am on board for however it shakes out. Love both Ryan and Sophie so much.

I'm so fucking grateful for how the last ten months have shaken out.

now again, I posted the fourth ever Wildmoore fic, and I immediately was like, oh, we need a five times fic. So I started writing one, but I ended up scrapping it. I did, however, post two of those five times later.

the first was in the beginning, which is a Crowphie meets Ryan moment. I posted it as the 100th Wildmoore fic in late November. (read it here) it's a pre-canon moment with talk of Angelique and jabs about Sophie wearing the wedding ring Tyler got her; it's a grumpy but playful Ryan and a still closeted Sophie, and it's a version of the two of them that we only see echoes of in canon.

and the second was The Mile Don't Die Club, a 2x08 continuation where we're on the plane with Sophie and Batwoman after Coryana and at the clinic to follow. (read it here) it's angsty, it's cute, it's flirty, and it's everything we know our girls to be.

this probably hasn't been a great retroactive post, but I just wanted to share how fucking proud I am of all of us, particularly those of us who've been in the fandom for a while and who've been with Ryan and Sophie since "Hey Soph, love the hair," or "the chick who just saved your life," or Javicia's casting announcement and all the BTS footage of how genuinely happy everyone seemed filming s2. this show means a lot to me. so, thank you, thank you, thank you for being a part of this journey, this fandom, and my life.

#wildmoore #wildmoore week #ryan x sophie #ryan wilder #sophie moore #mine #batwoman fic #I have written 32 of the 332 lol #batwoman