#anyways kudos to their mod team
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Just fyi the sonic subreddit has been having a very... fun past couple days
#the idea of telling sonic fans to stop being so gay is so fucking funny to me#like you know that 90% of them are furries right?#do you know the significant demographic overlaps there?#do you know anything?#oh you don't? Oh ok sorry my bad for assuming#anyways kudos to their mod team#1k notes#10k notes
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i’m gonna share a little story, my close ofmd friends know about this but i think it’s due time that i tell it because i’m tired. so tired of the racism this fandom has exhibited towards me and others
back in late march, around a week before episodes 9+10 aired, i joined a server called “our flag means brainrot”. you might’ve heard of it as it is the biggest ofmd server on discord and still remains so to this day with approximately 2100-ish members. everything was fine and dandy for a couple weeks, i even made several friends-- and then the mod team asked for new mods as the server was growing at a break neck speed and it was getting harder and harder for them to wrangle. naturally, i applied as i had experience running discord servers and i figured it would be best if they had a poc on the team that also lived in asia (the mods and admins were all white save for one other mod who was also asian). i did things that mods do and let people have fun and hosted a couple game nights and movie nights. as the days went by however, the number of izzy apologists (not enjoyers, apologists) started to grow, and of course, the racism started running rampant
increasing amounts of fic where ed was described as being “twice stede’s (or triple izzy’s) size” or would engage in rough behavior with stede and that “stede (izzy) was often terrified of him” was starting to gain traction on ao3, several fans (poc and white) were expressing their concerns about the way ed was being written and how unbelievably racist it all is yet those fics still get disturbing amounts of clicks and kudos. our indigenous main character was being written as a savage brute when canon has vehemently dispelled that trope, but racists would come to these fics defense with “it’s just fiction” or “well canon has them being wholesome so we can do whatever in fic! it’s not canon anyway!”. most of these defenders were indeed, izzy stans. i expressed this to the mod team and asked that we need to step in to give warnings to these fans as they are being racist. i was told that people are allowed to write what they want, and if people don’t like it they simply don’t have to read it
i had also asked the mod team to make a PSA about whitewashing/greywashing ed in art, and that as mods we should notify artists to fix the art they post if ed is too pale or grey. they ignored me and claimed it can’t be helped that artists have their own art style
that was only the first few incidents where the white mod team allowed racism to slide, and told me, a poc, that i should make racists feel welcome and let them have a safe space
back in early may, several ed/izzy shippers had asked for a channel that was aptly named #nsfw-dark and it consisted of, you guessed it, dead dove do not eat metas and discussions where ed (and only ed) was brutally, revoltingly, violent towards poor defenseless izzy. it got so bad to the point that several poc members (and white fans alike) had expressed to the mod team that the depiction of ed by these fans were disturbingly problematic, and it didn’t help that often times their discussions would branch out into other channels. if you’ve ever been in a discord server, you’d know how easy it is to accidentally start talking about something in the wrong channel. the mods stepped in and those fans reigned themselves in a little. but eventually the existence of that channel became too much that even the merely curious spectators/lurkers broke their silence and spoke up because underage content was allowed within that channel
finally the mod team decided to remove the channel only because they were getting so many tickets about the channel being inappropriate that it got too overwhelming, which caused an uproar amongst the contributors/enjoyers of that channel. i had suggested that the subject matter simply wasn’t suited for this server and that they could easily open up their own server so they can act and chat however they please with no one to stop them. several people expressed how this server shouldn’t make them feel excluded (using the kink belongs at pride argument of all arguments) and that my suggestion of them getting their own server made them feel judged and unwelcome, and that i was effectively kinkshaming and policing them. the next day i was removed as mod without warning. no discussion within the mod chat, nothing, just removed because i expressed that an overwhelming amount of people stated that their boundaries were crossed. a couple weeks later, people in the server who made me and other poc uncomfortable were added to the mod team
so that was the treatment i recieved as a poc who tried their best to make fandom a safer space for my fellow poc. white people talked over me and ignored me and sided with racists
#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death#fandom racism#this is several several months old#but i feel like after receiving the amount of harassment i got (many of which i didn't bother to post i just blocked/deleted)#i need to tell this story
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Lmao I AM the old mod from Reddit. Just a few points
1) my friend did see them at merrily we roll along. Idk why this changes things. I still don’t like Ariana, she’s an ass. And I find it very telling that JB hangs out and associates with her and it HAS dimmed my interest in him, I still like HIM, but it’s definitely annoyed me. I won’t be seeing wicked, and I’m not convinced it will be good. 2 parts? Why?
2) I do still feel like the JB sub is very strict with voicing opinions. One of my comments recently got locked because I mentioned that I didn’t think JB should brag about meeting president Biden at the moment and I was told not to bring politics into the sub. Somewhat difficult, when JB is angling himself as a political activist/foundation member. But fair enough, it’s their sub and their rules.
3) I didn’t say Simone was jobLESS, I said it was weird she didn’t book as much as her counterparts. I put 0 blame on Simone for this btw - I said I feel like her management team was dropping the ball. Being the lead in a top show on Netflix should have put her on the short list for actresses that year. Fast forward to now, & the strike has delayed whatever project she’s in. That sucks. Because the only thing we’ll have seen from her in the last two years is Bridgerton s2 & 3.
4) I agree JB didn’t do much press for s2. And I still say, he won’t for 3. I didn’t say he’s too big for it. I said he might not want to, and if he’s busy (wicked reshoots and whatever project he books next - a play? Idk) he probably won’t make room for it. Also? Why would I think he’d do press for 3 when they *barely* promoted him for 2. He got his solo articles for 2, he’s not going to do that for 3.
I don’t really remember what else was in the comment but here you go!
Y’all don’t like JB (some of you even hate him) and that’s fine, everyone’s allowed an opinion. I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of Simone, I don’t hate her, I just don’t really care either way and people were really pissed at my opinion that she should have booked more after s2 lol.
I read your comments because I agree with some of the things posted, I disagree with a lot. But isn’t that what open dialogue is about?
Anyways, happy holidays!
happy holidays to you anon
listen, you know what I think about JB, I won't say that I hate him cause at the end of the day I can't hate a person I will never meet. I feel an intense dislike for him based on his public persona. Kudos to you for admitting that your interest in him has dimmed. If I was his fan I would be much the same cause you have to admit he surrounds himself with nasty people. Ariana Granda was an asshole way before she came out as a serial homewrecker, there's no one I hate more than privileged celebrities who use their fame and money to treat regular people as trash and we all know those horror stories that always surrounded her about her treatment of workers. Lmao she basically admitted she's a cunt in one of her songs, when people tell you who they are, believe them. As for JB, I don't know if his friendship with her is PR or not, It kinda doesn't make sense since I think his Wicked character doesn't even end up with her right? (I don't know Wicked very well) but it was very obvious those photos were staged because the way they were acting was embarassing and the fact that he keeps bringing them up and the buzz they generated as something surprising is even more embarassing for him. This is why I think he's fake as hell. What do you mean you can't believe people were talking about them and the fact some people thought they were a couple? Not everyone knows you're gay buddy, and they way you and and one of the most famous pop stars were all over each other is bound to create talk so stop acting kind of annoyed about the "straight allegations". Then there's his whole friendship with Matt Bomer, another gay man who wasted a good opportunity to shut the fuck up and punctual as a clock posted an israeli flag on his insta. The reality of Fellow Travelers is there for all to see. Paramount, the conservative author, the producers, writers and cast members seem to be zionists and JB himself was part of Israeli pink washing propaganda. Honestly kudos to you for saying your fave talking about being happy about meeting Biden is not a brag and them telling you to keep quiet is another reason JB fans are the biggest hypocrites cause what the fuck does it mean keep politics out when JB himself said he wants to be political lmao? he photodumped his israel vacation, he's proud of his zionist show, he's happy about meeting Biden. Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's best if you start accepting your fave is not on the right side of things at all, yikes. He's one of the cast members of Bridgerton who said he wants to be political but couldn't bother to post ANYTHING regarding a simple call for a caesefire, in the name of human rights being stomped and all the kids who are losing their parents or even worse their lives. Fucking yikes. And he wants to be political? Does he think being political is only about going to galas, meeting famous people and having drinks? Or does he think it's only all about queer rights? He's white, he's rich, I think he can afford to speak about queer rights AND human rights since he wants to get "political". Nah, I don't think he's a good person at all and the more I see and read the more I feel validated in my opinion.
As for Simone and her career...I don't know what's going to happen, I'm patiently waiting for news, she seems happy and I'm good with that. Of course I wish for more, we'll see. I don't think it's right to compare her to her other costars. Actors from Bridgerton who have been booked and busy are Phoebe and JB, they're both white with connections. Even Rege, who was the actor everyone couldn't stop talking about when Bridgerton came out, didn't book much. I mean he did a couple of movies but nothing that matched the level of hype he got. We all know why.
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sits down. hello enstarries i'm here to let everyone know the worst experience i've ever had with game account recovery. literally even aichuu was easier than whatever this fuckery is
(tweeter thread)
let me provide a little backstory first. everyone here knows i Love enstars—jpstars specifically. i grew up playing !-era enbasic, am still playing !!-era enbasic, and play the japanese version of enmusic as well. when engstars first released i gave it a try, got bigbang subaru and conquest hiyori, somehow became a vice prez for the society i'm in (and still get to mod for even months after quitting engstars. if anyone here needs an active society, contact me or toribuns on tweeter :DDD), got link click kouchan and mika... i was pretty happy with my account.
however, i quickly lost interest in engstars, since jpstars is my one and only love LOL but i kept engstars on my phone in case i wanted to return to it. and i did return to it! i played the campaign that ran during the secret swan gacha just to see if i could get natsume (i didn't ftr www)
and back i went to ignoring engstars for 476534 years. and that's where my personal problem arises. you see, i never linked my account to a tweeter acc, or google acc, or email, or whatever. my thought process was like "why would i need to do that? i still have engstars on my phone, and it isn't gonna randomly kick me from my own account right. RIGHT???" but that's precisely what happened. i opened engstars because i needed some info from the new spotlight event for the wiki, only to see engstars just kicked me out.
ofc i go "OH SHIT. I never linked my acc to anything." so i check support and they don't have Anything on account recovery. but they Do have something on data transfer :D it requires me to have a new engstars account in order for them to do the transfer, so i make a new account. and let me just tell you. fuck the engstars tutorial. legitimately, fuck the engstars tutorial.
after 4753835 years i escape tutorial containment and fill out the rest of the support form, which included your typical "lost account" miseries. ("how the fuck am i supposed to know what my rank is. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ANYTHING......") eventually i do manage to fill the form and send it off. waiting game.
(also i still cannot believe engstars is an Official thing. it feels so fanmade and unprofessional. typos and spacing issues, And the app won't even let me scroll down further to read whatever it says on the second screenshot. i assume it says "Problem solving in progress" but me not able to scroll down in order to read it is bad design)
a day later—which, kudos to engstars support team, i did not expect them to only take a day—i receive a response saying they did find my account! but they also said my account was linked to a tweeter account that doesn't match the one my new engstars account—yknow, the one that they needed me to make to transfer data—is linked to.
i was pretty surprised because damn i had no idea my account was actually connected to something but okay! engstars support wanted me to switch tweeter accounts in order for me to do some.... authorization... things... seriously i can't read their response. revoking my kudos because i'd rather have a legible response than a quick one
ANYWAY i try...??? to log in with a different tweeter account, but engstars won't let me, so i go directly into tweeter and revoke engstars access permissions. and after that? i expected to get back to the tweeter log in screen, but instead engstars won't even give me that, telling me that the login failed after tapping the "Login with Twitter" button.
guys i'm so tired. but i'm doing my best. link click kouchan. i go clear app data for engstars, and after opening the app again, the support ticket i got was still there which is nice. i also get the tweeter log in screen again, nice. i also don't even get to log in because whatever browser engstars is using, it doesn't have javascript enabled so tweeter doesn't do anything :)))) i have to back out of the page, bringing me back to engstars and the, by now, very familiar "login failed" pop-up
that's where the story more or less ends? pauses? someone on the wiki server suggested to try login on the pc version so i let it do its downloading thing while i sat here writing this LOL it's done now. time to try that.
forgot the password for the account i was trying to get into DSGHSJDG anyway tweeter blocked my attempts because i had too many wrong ones. how long does it take until i can try again. whatever i'll end this post here... tell all your friends to keep your accounts safe because this is an absolute shitshow.
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I'm not gonna lie I've been out of the loop for a quite a long while now (Found out about holivia today) and as someone who's been bombarded with it all at once (god give me strength) you truly see how desperate O is. Like I know you were all saying it but in my mind I was fully like but she was meant to be the badass female director. Now? I despise her. I have spent the majority of this year excited for DWD (because of the cast, because of what it means for harry, hell because of the female director) now I'm mostly dreading everything to do with it.
Anyway as I was going through everything some stuff stuck with me and I thought I'd share. First off she does many many many pap walks on her own, I find that incredibly interesting (and annoying obviously) but it more so makes me think about the route her and her team are taking. Which at this point I think I've grasped to be; take what you can get now, worry about the consequences later. They're clearly incredibly desperate for olivia to get more famous while shes attached to harry, which makes it more obvious that this is temporary. They're trying to get her name out there as much as possible so that she can get more fans through harry, and they're seemingly praying that they stick around (they wont).
Her online vogue article was interesting to say the least. I don't follow vogue much so I don't actually know if this is a big deal, but I'm assuming if she's not on the cover it's not. I'm pretty sure her status (as a celebrity) is still quite low acting and directing wise (as in, in the industry) I mean real life too, but she definitely has more fans now than before this whole thing started.
My last comment is that as a queer women of colour, I am deeply offended by some of the things I have discovered she has said and done. I hope people (specifically white straight people) in this fandom realise how truly offensive that stuff is. I've been spat on before for having lighter skin than she did in her photoshot, and the coming out comment hurt like a bitch because when I came out I was beaten. My family still refuses to speak to me 10years later, and I've received back hateful messages from family members about me and my fiancee's recent engagement. So I take personal offence to many of things she has said and done.
I would also like to add that I've been told you're trying to post less olivia related stuff and more harry related stuff (it is harry related your account) and so I just wanted to say that theres no need to post my ask, because it is all olivia related (my apologies for that) so I'd understand. Simply wanted to share my thoughts.
I came here because a friend recommended it catching up wise and seeing what the fandom's been up to and is talking about at the moment etc. etc. and I just wanted to say that it's a very lovely place mod, I have to say you do an amazing job of controlling the environment and making it a safe space so kudos and hats off to you for that. I imagine it must be exhausting and yet you do it so well. I've also gathered you were in some kind of accident?
I'm a doctor so I'll just say to be careful with your neck, drink water and get some rest. Get checked up again soon if you can, if not my fiancee's cousin watches this forum (space? I feel old) like a hawk I'm more than happy to help you examine yourself and see if anything's wrong. Take care.
Oh jeez, I'm sorry you've been bombarded with all of this information. It must be hard to unpack all at once. It's hard enough trying to make sense of it all and most of us have been here for a while now.
I'm so sorry you've been through all of that - that's awful. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. But it only goes to show just how ignorant Olivia is, and offensive. It's disgusting and makes light of horrible situations. And now there's a whole fanbase (mainly gf harries blindly supporting her) who are contributing to racist and homophobic beliefs.
In regards to the ask, I wanted to try limiting Olivia posts because I got complaints. However, part of the blog, as well as discussing Harry, is also discussing holivia so naturally olivia is part of that. But I don't want to turn into a hate account or a stalker account. I have no interest in her so I've been limiting asks that talk about her but have no relation to Harry (this doesn't include the posts outlining her problematic behavior though because those ought to be shared).
I'm glad you like the blog. I enjoy running it :) I try to keep it a safe space for everyone.
Thank you for the advice. Yeah, I was in an accident on Tuesday. I was driving home from work and got hit. My back is killing me today though. I might put some heat on it.
Congratulations on your engagement, btw. I'm happy for you x
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20 Questions tag~
I was tagged by @mythicamagic thank you senpai~<3
How many works do you have on AO3?
40 right now, plus 1 that is still hidden because of the SOFA Exchange event. (I’m still a lil fish.)
What’s your total AO3 word count?
486,920! That’s so amazing to me!
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
InuYasha - A Feudal Fairytale (18)
FullMetal Alchemist (18)
Mass Effect Trilogy (3)
Let’s Play (Webtoon) (1)
Kingdom Hearts (1)
But I hope to write for many more fandoms in the future! I have ideas for fics for Castlevania, Skyrim, Fallout 4, Last of Us Part II, and more!
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
#1. Stardust
FemShep/Garrus, Mass Effect Trilogy, Rated Explicit.
A retelling of the Shepard/Vakarian love story, with lots (and LOTS) of sexiness, from Garrus' point of view. Starts from before the Omega-4 and will end sometime after the end of ME3. Trying to stay as true to the game as possible, while adding some things happening off camera and a new ending.
#2. Flamingo
Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit
Kagome's method of beating the summer heat attracts a certain demon lord...
#3. Hawk
Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit
Kagome and Sesshomaru discover they have a mutual attraction for each other after a battle and a slight comedic incident brings them together. At first their relationship seems entirely sexual, but eventually evolves into something real. What will this romance mean for Naraku? Or even the future?
*TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHAPTER 6! MAJOR VIOLENCE AND TRAGEDY*
Very, very loosely based on "A Mere Digression" by elle6778
#4. Daisy
Sam/Charles, Let’s Play, Rated Mature
Sam wakes up somewhere unfamiliar with a splitting headache with no memory of the night before.
Takes place right after the S2 finale. First chapter was my prediction for what would happen next, and then three other “wishful thinking” chapters happened, lol.
#5. Chemistry
Ed/Winry, FullMetal Alchemist, Rated Mature
A look at how the relationship between Ed and Winry developed after Brotherhood ended. Cute, sweet, funny, and hot (eventually—y'all that know me know I gotta have some NSFW in there).
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I try to respond to everyone, especially when a fic of mine has just been posted, but sometimes I just forget. If I haven’t responded to your comment, please know it’s just because I’m a big dumb and forgot! I love getting comments, and I reread them all the time! I just feel like there’s a time limit to when I can respond to them--if I let too much go by, it’s awkward if I reply. Gah, but that’s just me getting in my own head, I guess. I’ll do better!
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Oof, definitely Psychology, a fic I wrote for RoyEdOTPoly this year. The prompt I got was dark, and I didn’t see any way around an angsty ending. Read at your own risk!
What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Well, aside from the last fic, I try to write happy endings for all my fics! But, if I have to name names, I’m torn between Zoology (another FullMetal Alchemist fic, RoyEd, for RoyEdOTPoly this year) and Stardust (my Mass Effect fic, which is long, but so worth it, in my opinion). Both are very fluffy in the end!
Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
Argh... I don’t really like crossovers, to be honest. I actively avoid them when looking for fics to read. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of writing them myself. (I’m a total hypocrite, I know.)
I had an idea for an Inuyasha x The Sims fic, years ago, that I never did anything with. The premise was basically Inuyasha and Kagome would get trapped in the game somehow (via the jewel or magic or something), and they’d be controlled by Souta, Kagome’s friends, Hojo--all sorts of different people who think the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha are in the game is just some kind of silly mod. I probably won’t write it, so if anyone is interested in that crazy idea, have at it! You have my blessing. <3
I also have a crazy crossover idea for what I call an “Ultimate OT3″ of mine that I’ve mentioned to my friends, but I haven’t actually written down yet: Sesshomaru/Alucard/Sebastian Michaelis. So be on the lookout for that!
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I wouldn’t call it “hate” so much as “mansplaining,” but I have gotten a couple of comments that made my eyebrow twitch on Stardust--both on AO3 and FFN. Just dudes (and I’m fairly certain they were dudes, just from their tone) trying to explain why a certain plot twist wouldn’t work, or tell me how to save Sidonis in the actual game (which I already knew, that person just didn’t read what I wrote).
I’ve also gotten a comment on one of my more controversial fics, Hippology, on FFN, where the person asked me if I thought my summary was K-Rated (which, admittedly, it does need to be for the site, and mine wasn’t--because of a single word). I changed it and messaged them saying it was fixed. Going to that commenter’s profile, however, proved to be fairly enlightening... They’re nuts. They have another profile, too. Read at your own risk. Yikes.
There’s also a team of people on FFN who make it their life’s mission to report stories with rule violations. I’ve gotten a comment from one of them as well. These people are not mods, they just like to pretend they are--one of them even made their name look official! “CU Administration,” gtfo dude.
I also recently got one of my fics removed from FFN. It wasn’t even one of my sexiest ones! They put me in timeout for 48 hours, and when I was finally able to publish something new on the site again, I posted Hippology (my centaur smut), and it’s still up as I type this. (Wonder how long it’ll take them to notice?) And since the fic that got taken down was a SessKag fic, I’m thinking it might have been a petty SessRinner who reported it to the “authorities” of FFN, because another friend of mine got hers taken down not long after mine, and it was also SessKag. Just my tinfoil theory, anyway!
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yes, yes, yes. It’s practically all I write. I do all sorts of smut, from romantic, sensual stuff, to specific kinks, to monsterfucking--all that good stuff. Can’t change me~<3
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
God, I hope not!
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don’t think so. No one has asked me if they can translate one, anyway.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not yet! I’m open to the idea, and I’ve had little discussions with my fic-writing buddies about it, but nothing’s come out of it just yet. Keep your eyes peeled!
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Oh, now come on! I can’t pick just one! But I’ll give you a top 3 (in no particular order, because they change places a lot, depending on how obsessed I am with them at the moment).
Inuyasha: Sess/Kag
FullMetal Alchemist: Roy/Ed
Mass Effect: Garrus/FemShep
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I have a couple of stories that I deleted from my original FFN account that I’d like to re-write and re-post on AO3, but I don’t think I’ll ever get around to it. There were a couple of Inu/Kag fics I had in-progress, and then a Koug/Kag fic. I recently rewrote and reposted my SessKag fic from years ago, Hawk, on FFN, AO3, and Dokuga! So maybe all hope isn’t lost. I’m even writing a sequel for Hawk!
All the stories I have in-progress right now I plan on finishing. At some point, lol.
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue, without a doubt. It’s my favorite thing to write, aside from smut, of course--which is another strength of mine.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions, ugh. I try to do them well, but I always feel like they get stale. So I keep them somewhat vague, because in my mind, I think readers will fill in the gaps themselves whether you describe something immaculately or not--they’ll see what they want to see, and that is totally fine in my book! Or maybe I’m just making excuses, lol. I’ll only describe something in a lot of detail if I want the reader to focus on that--usually an outfit, accessory, or weapon--otherwise, I leave it up to their imagination (I don’t want manipulate it too much, I suppose).
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Wildly unnecessary unless that author speaks the language as well, or if certain words already exist in the fandom’s translations (ex. “youkai,” “alkahestry,” etc).
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Inuyasha, and the fic(s) I wrote in the beginning were terrible. I want to burn all traces of them off the face of the earth. I was in middle school. I was young and stupid.
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
I gotta go with Stardust. It’s the longest fic I’ve ever completed at more than 160k words. I was so immensely proud when I typed “The End,” and I was able to say to myself “I did it.”
I tag: @glassesmcfancyhair @willowsrain
#SessKag#RoyEd#SamCharles#Shakarian#Inuyasha#FullMetal Alchemist#Let's Play#Mass Effect#fanfiction#writers supporting writers#q and a#I don't know what else to put so here
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First Kiss
Follow up to the last fic (Breakup)
A friendly guest visits Ash to talk about the latest news.
This one ha a trigger warning right from the start, so I’m cutting it right after this. There are also spoilers for Rebirth and Retribution.
-Past abuse (non graphic)
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“Stupid doll! Why did you stop?!” he asks, furious. You’ve never seen him so mad.
“I-I don’t know… I didn’t expect…that you..” you stutter confused, the tip of your fingers reaching for your lips, still trying to process what just happened.
The jolt is sudden, painful and frantic, and has you panting, holding onto the wall as it ends. No pain gate to hide behind when they do that.
But you didn’t expect that he would do that.
“You only stop when I tell you to stop!” he yells
“I’m sorry sir!, Please don’t do that...-” you add quickly but begging is useless now.
He presses the button again. And again. And again.
You’re lying on the floor, trying to regain your breath when it finally stops, your body still trembling.
“Get back up now, dog” he orders, “I mean it”
You struggle to get back on your feet, wobbly legs, and heavy breathing
“I’ll… I’ll do it again! It’ll be better this time!” you plead.
“It damn well better be,” he says, glaring at you. “Let’s start from the beginning… and I want you to get her hair right this time.”
“It’ll be perfect. Just like you remember her, I promise” you say quickly
“Good. Begin!” he gives you your cue.
You focus on his eyes, into his mind taking in his memories, giving it all to recreate her once more, bring her back to life for him.
Every detail, every aspect of her mind he remembers, her personality… and then…
She smiles
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The banging on your door breaks you from the nightmare.
It takes a lot more than usual to come back to reality and scan to see who is it that’s knocking there.
“What?” you hate verbal telepathy but It’ll take some time to get dressed with all the necessary layers.
“Was just passing by and stopped to say hi” There’s something inherently funny in the single line of their response.
“Cut the bullshit, we’re literally on the opposite end of town from where you live” you think back, as the struggle with pants continues, very real. Legs still hurt like hell, and you had to do your own stitches last night, because who else would?
Steels ambulance? Fat chance...
“Ok, maybe I got a taxi and two buses to get here tosay hi and check on you”
You grab a can of beer from the small fridge in passing and head to the door, opening it, staring up at Themmie, smiling at you on the other side, some newspapers, and magazines under their arm.
“Hi, there!” they wave.
“Good. You said hi, you saw I’m still alive, so now you can go” you say, opening the can and taking a sip.
“Aww, you won’t even let me come in?”
“Ortega obviously sent you,” you say, crossing your arms
“Of course he did, but I would have come anyway”
You narrow your gaze. If it was anyone else, you would be having this conversation trough a locked door, but this is Themmie… They are a special case.
“What do you want?” you ask, raising your chin.
“Just to chat”
“About?”
“The current headlines? You made it to the front page! You’re a big boy now!”
“Wha…” you start, but they hand you a newspaper, with your picture on the front page as they said. Under it, in bold, underlined letters is your statement from last night.
FUCK THE RANGERS!
“Oh fuck me…” you groan.
“Oooh, so that offer really extends to all of us? I have to say it’s a bit too early in the morning for me. Mind If I come in?”
“I can’t believe they actually published that,” you relent, moving away from the door, turning the page to skim at the article.
“Wow… this is a DUMP” they ponder upon walking past the door. “But it’s better than the last dump I guess, so kudos on that”
“Are there other articles?” you ask, annoyed, handing him another cold beer as you sit by the old table.
“ I just brought a few, but there’s plenty more where this came from,” they say taking the only other chair and passing you the rest of the magazines and papers.
Frontpage, same message, every single one of them.
“Shit”
“Hey, you shouldn’t complain! There’s plenty of decade-old heroes that never get a front page!”
“I got really mad last night ok? I didn’t mean for… any of that” you say tossing the papers back his way.
“Was it about the bait thing?” they ask, taking one of the magazines from the pile. “There’s a whole interview with Captain Blaze dragging Ortega’s ass about using his sidekick as human shields and live bait”
“Let me see that, and I’m not his sidekick...” you say taking it from them
The whole article is a disgusting little hit-piece whit Blaze using you as ammunition to hit Ortega with and basically gloating about it. But with both Steel and you getting shot while Ortega came out unscathed, the evidence’s on his side.
“If you want to join the Guardians man, I bet they’d take you right now” They grin.
“I don’t want to join a team… and how did they even know about the bait thing?”
“You yelled it at Steel, remember? Then the sarge tried to explain how baiting the enemy is a valid strategy and that Charge did the right thing in coming up with it…”
“How did that go?”
“Read it yourself” they add passing another article your way. The title says it all.
Loyal friend, or Devil’s Advocate? An opinion piece published by Deveraux, one of the mayor’s closest allies in the last years, trashing Charge’s ethics and field abilities.
“The bait wasn’t even his idea” you sigh. “I’m the one that came up with it”
“Whaa… you being serious?”
“Why didn’t Charge just tell them?”
“Charge made no comments, said nothing, just walked past. I don’t think they’d have believed that if he did anyway, but he didn’t even tell us what happened back at the HQ. He just wanted me to bring you a message, and then locked himself up in his office and hasn’t come out. I think he slept there.”
“Huh. And what message is that?” you ask, pretending disinterest.
“He just wanted me to tell you he’s really sorry about what happened up there. That he wasn’t thinking, and that he’s an idiot, and wants to apologize”
“He is an idiot,” you say, not looking at them.
“So you’re not mad about being used as Psychopathor-bait?”
“No”
“Then what the hell’s going on? Why did you storm off like that” they ask.
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s… it’s...” How can you explain what you don’t understand?
“Because... it’s what? Bad? Twisted? Secret?
“No… no it’s just…”
“Problematic? Embarrassing?”
“It’s personal dammit!” you raise your voice.
“Well, lucky you, I’m your friend! You can talk personal stuff with me!”
“How do I know you won’t tell anyone else?”
“Seriously?” they ask, glaring, making you flinch with guilt.
“Sorry” you avoid the gaze. “I shouldn’t have said that...I know you won’t, Themmie”
“It’s ok”
“Alright, I’ll tell you. But promise me you won’t tell a living soul!”
“You already said you know I won’t!”
“Promise!”
“Fine, fine, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Now tell me!”
“Ok… when I tried to bait Psychopathor, I dodged a few blasts… but then he got me. Vaporized the wall I was using for cover, got covered in debris, couldn’t get up… then Charge came from behind, and zapped him.”
“Uhu. Uhu” he nods “Go on”
“So Charge… Ortega.. He got closer and helped take all the shit off my legs and lifted me up… and then… and then...”
“And then what?” they ask.
You walked yourself up to the edge on your own, and now there’s no turning back it seems.
“And then he kissed me”
“HE DID WHAT?!?!!?”
“Don’t make me say it again”
“WHAT? ARE YOU SHITTING ME??”
“I TOLD YOU HE FUCKIGN KISSED ME, OK?!”
“And then what happened?!?!?!”
“I don’t know … I didn’t expect it!”
“So you didn’t want it?!”
“I don’t know! It was too fast!”
“YOU DON’T KNOW!?”
“I don’t!”
“What did you do?”
“I think I might have kissed him back”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“STOP YELLING AT ME!”
“Ok. Ok….” they take a few moments to cool down, the thoughts running wildly in his brain. “So let’s go over this again”
You sigh and nod.
“He. Charge, Ortega, Marshal Sparkles,... He kissed you”
“Yes, without warning”
“After saving your life”
“He didn’t save my life it was all part of the plan!!”
“So after saving your life, he kissed you without warning”
You grumble, but still, nod “More or less”
“And you. Sidestep. Ash. My buddy… you KISSED HIM BACK?”
“I might”
“Alright,” They nod, taking a few deep breaths, too excited. “So… tell me how… how do we go from there… to this?” they point at the newspaper front page.
“He.. uh…”
“Did he do anything else?”
“After we kissed… His mods malfunctioned. Shocked the hell out of me” And brought back memories, but you don’t say that.
“Whaaaa…”
“He started apologizing, and that’s when I realized what just happened… I pushed him away… told him to get off me, told him to fuck off, and got the hell out of there”
“You… oh my god…you just left? Didn’t he follow?”
“Well, he tried, but I was faster”
That’s when you realized what was really happening.
After all, you went through, after all the shit they put you through… After all that you had to go and make out with a human again? And not just ANY human but an actual walking taser?!
What were you thinking, getting so close to him in the first place? Risking your cover for what?!
And then you kissed him back! Idiot!
But wasn’t it nice for a brief moment…?
No? yes?
“He kissed you and it freaked you out”
“Yeah, I panicked! Didn’t know what to do, then Steel was down there being an asshole, the media was all around and It felt like there was no one on my team…” There’s never anyone on your team.
“Hey, I’m team Sidestep!” Except for Themmie of course
“Thanks” you give him a weak smile.
“Do you want me to talk to him?”
“I don’t know...”
“Do you want to call him yourself and talk this out?”
“I don’t know what to say to him”
“Do you want me to kick his ass?”
“NO!”
“Well do you want to kiss him again?”
“...” you stare at him, narrowed gaze.
“Hey man, just naming all the options here!”
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If you want to read more: My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.
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It’s Transformers Prime Time ep3!
It has been a hot minute but we are back! I am redoing my mods in skyrim so I felt like this would be a pretty good multitask! Last we saw Megatron was fucking around with the spacemeth like the spacemethhead that he is. Also idk if I remembered to mention from some spacemeth gunk that got on Arcee's hand fell onto a broken piece of equipment and mutated it. Somehow without Ratchet knowing. So we''ll see when that chekov's gun goes off
*sighs over beautiful landscape shots*
I mean the bulk are just... the desert.... because this is set in Nevada of all places. But still pretty.
Oh hey there goes the chekov's gun. Bang bang Ratchet. Optimus shots the lil robo spider and drops that he suspects that this must be the cause of spacemeth.
Cut to the decepticons:
Meagpoo: it is as if the blood of unicron flows through my very veins! As if I can hear his very thoughts!
Me: this is you brain
Starscream gets startled by Soundwave which is fukken adorable. He tries to tell Mr. Spymaster that Meggles has come down with space madness and uuhhh maybe keep up surveilance and Soundwave is a lil shit but like
Starscream is right?
Fight me.
Megafuckup hasn't really had a halfway decent idea since coming back aside from LET'S DO METH, KIDS.
But also I would just like to give a kudos to the sound design team. To the entire goddamn team honestly. Like they did a really good job of giving the cybertronians characters actual weight. When they move there is mechanical whirring sounds. Starscreams claws clack when they knock against eachother. Their footsteps sounds heavy. There are dings and scratches on their plating, Optimus and Arcee and a few others have that glittering sheen that the paint job of cars have. They aren't all just matte.
Like I am not going to begrudge the comics for not achieving that. It comes with the medium. But imo even the Bay movies didn't achieve the same thing. Certainly none of the other show have going off the clips that I've seen. And Beast Wars... well that's it's own bag of cat food.
So Optimus goes off with Ratchet and leaves Arcee in charge, so she immediately takes Bumblebee on patrol leaving Bulkhead with teh kids, and then Agent Fowler shows up! He reacts... about as well as expected at seeing the kids.
Lore tidbit! There are energon deposits on earth because at some point cybertronians started purposedully hiding them on other planets
Soundwave: Laserbeak I chose you! ~~to go find Agent Fowler~~
Anyway Starscream has Agnet Fowler so guess what time it is!!!!!!! It's torture time for Fowler!!!! But first we get to see Miko make astonishingly stupid decisions and follow Bulkhead into battle!
ah yes... absolutely what I want to see. Miko staring with an expression od awe at Bulkhead literally rips out a vehicon's innards. If this were followed up by character growth throughout the seasons where Miko learns like... idkf, that vehicons and Decepticons are bots too and that rampant violence is not cool beans or something. Any sort of characters growth. I could pardon this. But that doesn't really happen.
anyway on to the torture.
(oh very cool, the camera shake to emphasize Starsceam's size and weight while he threatens Fowler)
me: *desperate Roosterteeth employee voice during ExtraLife* FOR THE KIDS
Anyway Meggydoodles uses his spacemeth powers to raise a spacemeth zombie army.
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Some of you might have noticed that I have a new fandom. As often happens, the fandom itself isn’t new: Roswell, New Mexico, has aired for two full seasons on the CW, and a lot of the fans jumped on board at or near the beginning. I, on the other hand, sauntered in late, martini in hand, and binged the whole thing on Netflix in a week to get my mind off the fact that my HVAC had died in the middle of a heat wave and nobody could figure out how to fix it. The stubborn appliance is now fixed, and my condo is now a placid 74 degrees Fahrenheit throughout, but in the time it took, I not only watched all of RNM but wrote and posted my first fic in the fandom. It is a classic case of new fandom glow, and all it took was an aggressively mediocre TV show about attractive queer aliens and two weeks of sustained negotiation with the heating-cooling repair company.
Since I have friends in the fandom and they seem happy that I’ve shown up - especially since I brought martinis for everyone - I’m now on a Discord server where a lot of the RNM fandom stalwarts hang out. (Discord: yet another fandom platform that reminds me that the days of Livejournal were terrible but also makes me feel ancient.) Here I am, two days after joining the server, giddily chatting with my fellow nerds and plugging away at fic #2, when someone starts fretting that everyone is leaving RNM fandom and there will soon be nobody left.
In my mind, this fandom is vibrant. My Tumblr dash is full of new gifs, fanart, and stories. The Discord is not overwhelming, but there is plenty of action, most of it on topic. AO3 listings indicate a steady stream of new material. It’s possible that things have slowed down since the initial boom, but this fandom is still moving at a healthy clip - especially since, as someone else on Discord pointed out, we’re in the middle of a long show hiatus (made longer by the pandemic and by some behind-the-scenes tsuris) after a season that mostly separated the fandom’s consensus OTP.
My reaction to this concern is that RNM is the kind of fandom that has legs. At first, that was an inkling, fueled by the desire for more Malex fic to be injected directly into my bloodstream, but the more I thought about it while folding laundry (You know what else got fixed last week? My dryer. I am so happy. Never get old, kids.) the more I saw myself responding to a pattern. The upside to being old - and by old, I mean that the Star Trek fans I used to hang out with on a Yahoo Group dubbed me a Brassy Old Fandom Queen in approximately 2002 - is that you have perspective.
At this point, I have written upwards of 200 stories in something like 50 fandoms. (Not all of these stories are on AO3; some of them are buried on Dreamwidth where they belong.) You know what still gets read? Stories in fandoms with a large amount of canon that is readily available on a major streaming platform. I haven’t watched a Gilmore Girl since there was a Bush in office, but I still get kudos almost daily on Rory/Paris fics that are older than the characters were in the first season of that show. Sometime around 2011, I wrote Mass Effect femslash because I was modding a fic exchange and took a difficult sign-up for the team, and that thing still gets read all the time. Not only are my own Star Trek: DS9, Teen Wolf, and Firefly fics still being discovered by new readers, but I continue to find new fanworks for all of those fandoms on my Tumblr dash and on AO3, mostly created by people who just now took a deep dive on Netflix and fell in love for the first time. Some of these canons have become dated, and several were not great in the first place, but they’re easy to become obsessed with and to say fresh things about. They’re also easy to maintain interest in. I’m not really creating new works in any of these fandoms anymore, but I eagerly pick up new fanworks by others when they come my way. One of the best fics I’ve read in the past year is a sparkling Garashir AU that you should read if you have any DS9 feelings at all. I’ve been disillusioned with the central Avengers storyline of the MCU for years now, but I’ll be damned if I ever stop reblogging Stucky gifsets.
You know what doesn’t get new fans or fanworks? Short, time-dependent fandoms that everyone consumes at once and then gets tired of quickly. I got a bajillion kudos in the first 48 hours when I wrote my one and only Venom fic, and I don’t think anyone has touched that thing since. It’s a pretty good fic, but nobody cares anymore. A decade ago, everyone was wild for Kradam, but I suspect that if I ask the dewy-eyed college students on my dash what a Kris Allen is, they will blink at me with sweet incomprehension. Last year, when Good Omens was the place to be, I followed a bunch of fandom-specific side blogs, all of which are now either abandoned or so slow they’re effectively defunct. I have dim memories of lingering on endless LJ photosets of Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson at some point in 2008, but I think we have erased this from our collective memory. In all of these cases, people got all their ideas and excitement out in one explosion of fannish energy, and then they moved on - usually drifting back to the large-canon fandoms they’d come from.
The flavor of this month is The Old Guard. Everyone is making gifs and writing fluffy backstory for Nicky and Joe. Almost everyone will be bored with this by Halloween. By then, there will be some other movie or RPF ship or live musical extravaganza that we are all either obsessed with or incepted into via fannish osmosis. Fandom needs these large, centralizing events to remind ourselves that we can all feel something in unison. But they don’t last.
That’s not to say that one kind of fandom source is better than another. Gilmore Girls is not a purer or more admirable source text than Lost Girl simply because you have forgotten that one of these shows exists. It’s just that some canons are better equipped than others to draw in and retain new fans, while others can’t sustain themselves without collective fannish energy to prop them up. And the best way to sustain any fandom is to lure your friends and neighbors into it, whether by talking up the merits of the canon or linking everyone to That One Fic or reblogging pretty gifsets until they give in. If everyone’s leaving the party, make a fresh batch of martinis. Chances are, a lot of people wanted to keep hanging around anyway, and a bunch of others were lurking by the door, wondering whether it was safe to come in.
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Notes on Sims 4 environment design, mods and opinions
I’m still on my creative high believe me but i need to get this off my chest and might be a draft for an in-depth analysis of why we should just dump ts4 and push ea to make ts5 better for us
• Firstly, the pic is my maxis screenshot with a reshade preset that shan’t be reveal yet of my first mod to the game, a background replacement of the basegame, to bring my city into the game aka Ho Chi Minh City of Vietnam 🙆🏻♀️
• Secondly i found a mod that replace the city buildings and such for the game (to which was extremely hard to track down and the creator is MIA or retired) i imagine doing that must’ve been pretty crazy cause finding the buildings file for environments is pretty hard and also getting it to work properly too, kudos to whoever did that for us, love it to death
• Last point and this is a big one that would pull everything into a hot can of worms:
I recently found out that the original sims 4 wasn’t meant to be what it is today, which is a ‘lackluster cartoon version of sims 3’ smh.. It was, and i’ll keep it in bold, supposed to be an online multiplayer platform 🤡 the clownery, the irony, my god.
Its original name was Olympus and it’s still remain in the game codes til this day, and it’s the reason why there are multiplayer mods for ts4 that exist out in the world and it IS THE REASON why ts4 is this bad and lackluster and weird like how it still is today. I didn’t know until recently looking at the wiki pages and watching YouTube analysis/story on ts4 that i was made known of this fact. Now we have the sims free play and it’s nothing like ts4, and to be frank i dont want to know it, because we all know that is what Olympus was aimed to be but was released on the wrong engine and the wrong time.
2013-2014 and before that (i’d say 2010+ ish) is the prime time of online platform gaming, if you know, you know. EA though it could make something to compete and/or destroy the competition but what it did was ignoring their gamer audience. We are introverts that sit at home torturing our sims and build homes that we’d never able to afford. That’s what we are, most of the sims players dont wanna have a multiplayer time ‘socializing’ through our sims and flex on other people. Why did they think making a kid/young teenagers version of imvu is cute?? Bro c’mon, C’MONNNN 🤧 We are adults, young adults that wants to live out crazy scenarios and multiple timelines, okay? Like the game is 40-60$ and yall expect kids and teenagers to be your core demographics?
Be real for a sec, most players of the franchise technically grew up with the game, and most of them are adults now still enjoying the game albeit lackluster content. Coming back to the 2 points i said in the beginning and explaining with the Olympus argument:
Yall be damn out of your minds to say that ‘they make the game like this because they want it to rUn On LoW sPeC cOmPuTeRs’ i call bs. It was meant to be an online platform, so it was built much simpler to be able to load fast and not experiencing online lag while on multiplayer mode. Low spec computers? What about sims 3?? That bitch was colorwheeling openworld fully customizable since 2008?? People played it fine back then. What are you talking about?
When it was at pre-release days, Olympus faced so much backlashs from players that it was forced to switch to the damn ts4 basegame we eventually got back then, it had basically nothing to play with, no babies, because what? Because it was meant to be an online sims platform. The game was made very compact and pretty low poly imo, all the meshing was boiled down to 1 size fits everything. Which very much explains the reality of in-game environment being cardboard placements of scenes AND the reality of we might never get proper cars and openworld.
I truly hope they dont try to make another Olympus nor pushing this ‘online multiplayer’ narrative to us again, just dont, please. Make the sims great again, not worse, thank you.
Bonus Prediction time:
For ts4, on what i’ve seen thus far, i say we would get some content for elders, some more vacation map/or maybe a remote country side with rice fields for farming content. Chances of openworld and cars are low, i dont even wanna think about it. Hopefully some good scifi/city content because we dont got those enough tbh. Maybe a generations type pack, or hobbies, there arent much expansions that can be added to the game anymore i think
For ts5, highly doubt it’d be as vibrant or stylized like ts4. I’d say mildly stylized but not too cartoony, an upgraded sims medieval (mind you that game have better sims texture than ts4, tea) i hope they make the game not too alpha. We would get cars, openworld, colorwheel. Build wise i think it would be in the likes of paralives but not too too customizable because then the proportions would be very off.
And that’s probably it for today, it feels great that I finally got down to wrote this all out bc really it sucks to be in the arguments of ‘ts4 should add this, and add that, and of we never had cars,...’ it’s tiring, and to finally know that at its core the game was not supposed to be like this, does relieve me somewhat. I’m sure the people working at the sims team knows it and already biting their own heads for the hot mess they’ve created and now they have to deal with the mobs that always up on their neck everyday demanding for things that werent meant to be buildt in the game at the beginning. Cut them some slack really, and at this time they are doing their best to fill in all the gaps that ts4 lack and fixing all the bugs within the game. Pray for the sims 5 and hope that they wont do us wrong in the future, because we do feed them yknow.
Thanks for reading anyways, this was long af 🤕 i’ll write more soon, hopefully not on this subject again
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Author meme!
Got tagged by @lookslikeaquentinblakedrawing ages ago and am finally getting down to it :D
Author name: saltstreets on AO3
Fandoms you write for: at the mo it’s all The Terror and Critical Role and the former seems unlikely to be budged from it’s spot at the front of my brain any time soon. But the vast majority of my stuff is football RPF, and I’ll likely return to writing that at some point. Once Germany and Arsenal stop being so shit uninspiring, at least. //stomps foot
Where you post: AO3, and anon on FFA. You’ll never catch me! (You might, I’m in the process of expanding some 100 words fills into actual, publishable fics)
Most popular one-shot: by both kudos and hits, a careful heart is better than none, which is a football fic I wrote three and a half years ago now. Goodness me how time flies.
Most popular multi-chaptered story: it doesn’t have a lot of competition since I’ve got barely any multi-chaptered stuff but A Method for Schemes and Scams. It was very fun to write and has almost zero relation to the workings of the real actual world. I regret nothing!
Favourite story you wrote: it’s a close tie between The Lee Shore of the City, because I’m still quite proud of some of the language in that, and Remedial Exercises in Teamwork, mostly because I think it’s funny…actually, looking at my page now, I do like a lot of my fics? I feel positivity in this Chili’s tonight
Story you were nervous to post: oh DEFINITELY Odds Are That We Will Probably Be Alright. Many people can attest to the sheer amount of hand-wringing and wailing and gnashing of teeth I did. Terror fandom is so full of talent, and more immediately the Terrebus mod team is chock full of the stuff, and I wanted it to be good enough to live up to that standard!
How do you choose your titles: I either have a created phrase in my head more or less from the start of writing, or I use song lyrics. And most of the time if it’s a song lyric…well
Do you outline: sometimes, sometimes not. What usually will happen is I just start writing, then start tripping over the plot threads in my head trying to get them out quick enough, and just switch to bold font in Word to start jotting them down before I forget and then scattering lines I think sound cool around the bolded segments of plot until eventually it can be all puzzled together. Plotting is not my strong suit anyway, as you may be able to tell from the number of fics I have tagged ‘character study’, which is my shorthand way of saying ‘I have no idea what this is but it’s like 3k and goes nowhere so have it’.
Complete: in terms of published stuff, all but one at the moment! I haven’t regularly posted WIPs since way, way back in the day when AO3 was a merely twinkle in the eye. Odds Are is good way for me to get back to chaptered works.
In-progress: my WIP folder is disgustingly sprawling…but the more currently active ones I have are:
-self-indulgent Tozer/Little survival
-increasingly self-indulgent Jopson/Hickey machinations
-WILDLY self-indulgent Blanky/Hartnell (can you tell I’m getting geared up for rare pair week?)
-and Terrebus FC fic of course C:
There are also some Critrole things that are on the back burner (Caleb and Jester bodyswap! A Sex Pollen Fic!) while The Terror eats my brain.
Coming soon/not yet started: I’ve got a word doc that is entirely empty except for the following note to self-
so that’ll happen, eventually, maybe, someday,
Do you accept prompts: yes please! I would like to start posting more fic stuff on tumblr and getting more involved in Terror fandom. So send me stuff! No promises, but I’d love to give anything a whirl. I’m an incorrigible multishipper so prompt away.
Upcoming story you are most excited to write: it’s sort of cheating cos that first chapter is already up but it’s gotta be Odds Are/Terrebus. I just love playing in this spaaaace. Also I must have spent all these years obsessed with the minutiae of a) Age of Sail and b) football for something…
Tagging!!! @strikerbacks @lahmly @tomhartnell @winterlain @simplyirenic
#i haven't been actively in a new fandom in so long...my natural state is that of the lurker and the terror has been a lovely lil antidote#this post made (almost) entirely without mention of the fact that i'm also writing buckets of terror smut#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#fic#also sprach sabina
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On making friends on CS
As someone who has a very hard time making friends, in real life and online, some advice for those hoping to make friends on CS. Not sure it will be helpful, but maybe it will. (Yo skip this if you're not interested in that, sorry for the length! I'm overly thorough, I really did try to cut this down.)
To introduce myself a bit, I am someone who: has moderate-severe social anxiety and depression, is an introvert, has a very hard time approaching people, and tends to get overly nervous about...everything. If that seems anything like you then hopefully this can help, I assume extroverts without anxiety find all this much easier. The traditional answer to making friends is 'just go up and talk to people!', so if thats not an option for you, heres and alt approach.
When I first arrived on cs I literally did not use the forums for years, its not surprising I didn't make any friends during that time. After nine years though I can count some very amazing people among my friends on CS. One thing I really noticed was that all of my friends came from working together with them on something, be it both of us moderating a thread, to RPs, to simply being stuck on the same team.
Exactly how you do this is going to depend on you, so I'll try to be broad in the application of this approch: Involve yourself in a group. As very hard as that can be for some of us (and especially me) you don't make friends sorting your 20,000 pets (though kudos on the sorting, and rip your wrist). And I don't mean some big adopt species, sorry but its just not a good environment for making friends if you're anything like me.
Find something you're comfortable with, for example; group RPs, one on one RPs, a club about an interest of yours, thread mod positions on threads you're already involved in, smaller oekaki species, a discord group, etc. Think about where you already visit on the forums, if you only visit places like the trade board, take a peek at some of the others, pick one other place to make one post. Often time making friends can mean having to come out of your bubble and explore. If you need to, take it slow, its not going to happen all at once, so long as you're making some progress.
Great! You've inserted yourself among a group of people who at least have one interest in common with you, and really thats what you look for in friends, someone you can talk with about things you both share (and things you don't). You don't want someone exactly like you, but not someone who is the opposite either. Keep up with your 'group' (whatever form that takes), try and keep yourself involved, get familiar with the people around you. You don't become friends with someone right away, and if your like me it can take time to feel comfortable enough to talk to someone as a friend. Don't get discouraged if you don't make a friend in the first few days, heck, in the first few weeks even.
If you're comfortable with it, try engaging the other users around you, ask them questions, anything relevant to current conversation. (Well, I try not to burst out random things anyway). Show interest in them, people often appreciate it, and are often happy to answer. Just remember to be thoughtful and aware of others. The first step in making friends is creating a dialogue between the two of you. If you don't engage them, or push away their own attempts to talk to you, how would you expect to become friends with someone?
Thats really the key to the whole thing. Somehow, somewhere, start talking (sure I hate trying to talk to strangers but the human race has not yet gained telepathy). If someone approaches you, asks you a questions, comments on something of yours, you might be tempted to put off answering them, ignoring it cause your nervous, or giving a short response and nothing further. Open yourself up to giving them a wholehearted response, ask them something in return, comment on something of theirs, (as much as I hate to say it, cause I know how this sounds) engage! That is how you make friends. If you click then great! If not, no loss, and if they just stop responding, thats fine! Not everyone is a good match, it can take time to find the right person. I guarantee there are people interested in knowing you and being your friend, you just have to find them, don't get discouraged.
And as a last note, to be clear: be sincere and honest with people. Absolutely do not going looking to be friends with a specific person as some sort of 'goal' or 'achievement' or just cause you want something with them, this isn't a quest. Friends are friends because they care about one another, you should want to be friends with someone because you enjoy their company and they enjoy yours. Don't try to be someone you're not, you'll never sustain a relationship that way. I've always tried my very best to be completely honest with my friends, as hard as that can be for me. Cause truly being friends is more than just happiness and hanging out and joking around, it means sharing part of yourself with them, even if its the gross icky part you don't want anyone to know about.
I count myself very lucky for the friends I've made, and though some of us have grown apart I still appreciate the time we had together and those I have now. Not really sure how helpful this has been, but good luck to you all, you all deserve someone who can be there for you, and who you can be there for.
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Happy Thanksgiving for all those who celebrate! I’d like to take advantage of this festivity to thank all the @captainswanbigbang mods for doing an amazing job organizing this event. I’d also like to express my gratitude to all those who have given this story a chance, thanks for your likes, comments, kudos and reblogs. It means the world to me.
Summary: Emma Swan returns to her birthplace, Storybrooke, in search of a fresh start after a life marked by abandonment and betrayal. After a year there, she finds the stability she needed and also the possibility of learning about one of her passions, photography. Killian Jones, a former British war reporter with a tragic past, establishes himself in the same town as an instructor of photography, following in the footsteps of his best friends, the Nolans. What will happen when their paths cross? Will their common passion for photography help them heal old wounds?
Rating: M (Language, mature themes, implied sex)
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, mentions of the loss of a limb in an armed conflict.
Other ships / Characters: Although, obviously, this is a cs fic, Snowing plays a major role here, mainly David. In fact, the story contains three different points of view, those of Emma, Killian and David. Also, Henry appears in the story as Regina’s adopted son but he is not Emma’s biological son.
Beta: I’d like to express my gratitude, as always, to my beta @jarienn972 I’m aware that you have had to deal with a monster of more than 100k words and English is not my mother tongue, so I value your effort even more.
Artist / art: Go visit @imagnifika’s blog and enjoy her amazing art. There is no specific art for this chapter, but the picset of the previous chapter also serves for this. In addition, the photo from Emma's Instagram account will be part of the fan art that Kate has created for an upcoming chapter.
Art for the prologue/ Art for chapter 1 / Art for chapter 2 and banner / Art for chapter 3/ Art for chapters 4-5 / Art for chapters 6-7
Special mention to @saraswans , thank you so much for your perpetual support, for believing in me when I doubted myself and for offering ideas to make this story grow.
Don’t forget to go read and enjoy the rest of the amazing csbb stories and art.
Word count: ~ 10800 (116k total in 16 chapters)
Also on (From the beginning): Ao3 / Ffnet (Current Chapter) Ao3 / Ffnet
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What to expect from this chapter? It will be the longest of the entire fic for a reason, or for a few, actually. Several talks, a new couple in the making, some confessions, a snowball fight, photos (lots of them) and we’ll see if Killian is able to fulfill his part of the deal by helping his friends. In compensation for its absence in the last three chapters, this chapter will be written only from Emma’s pov.
CHAPTER 7
My dearest Emma,
I don't know how to start this letter... but I'll do my best. I don't even know if your adoptive parents have kept the name your mother chose for you. The social worker assured us that they had accepted, but I guess we'll always have that uncertainty. Anyway, for us, you will always be our Emma.
Today is a special day, your first birthday. I would like to send you my best wishes for this first celebration, the first of many, if only in the form of this letter, with the hope that perhaps one day, these words will come to you in one way or another.
Maybe we can establish a new tradition in our lives from now on, what do you think? Maybe we can take advantage of this special day to contact you through these little missives, to express how we feel in your absence, to convey that no matter how much time passes, you will always have a place in our hearts, Emma.
It's only been a year, but we've probably missed many of your most important milestones: your first smile, your first steps, maybe your first words. I hope your parents were able to immortalize those moments in some way. And maybe one day, you can help us to remember them through those images.
I would like to talk to you a little about us now. Your mother has already turned eighteen and has finally been able to leave the house of that evil woman, the person who managed to separate us from you. Now, she is living with us and nothing and nobody will be able to separate us - ever - despite all the obstacles that get in our way.
It's hard, though, to be separated from you and have no certainty of how you are, if you are growing up happy. I truly hope so and that with our act, we have managed to offer you a future. And maybe, in a few years, we will be part of that future as well.
Until then, I can only wish you a happy and full life.
Your father who loves you and never forgets you,
David.
Emma Swan. Storybrooke - December 9, 2017
The moment Killian came through the door to the classroom the following Saturday Emma knew something was wrong. As in the last class, the first thing he did was to look for her until their eyes met and he offered her a smile, but this time, his smile not only did not reach his eyes but it seemed forced.
Emma turned her gaze to the window on her left, and let her eyes roam the streets of Storybrooke, while a strange sensation settled in the pit of her stomach.
The images of their two shared kisses, those that she herself initiated, jumped into her mind at that moment as a reminder, or rather as a warning. Their dangerous game had begun at the moment when she, in a defiant and impulsive movement, had pulled him into a searing kiss, with the capacity of shaking her up and down both metaphorically and literally.
She had fled after throwing the "a one-time-thing" statement while cursing herself for letting her feelings, or rather, her physical impulses, cloud her reason.
She could not risk everything she had gotten when she decided to stay in Storybrooke, she should not let anything or anyone get too close to her heart since that would pose a threat, a possibility that it would be broken again.
But that damned Killian had gotten under her skin in such a way that she could not think of anything other than the softness of his lips against hers, his wrecked expression, his intense gaze bored into hers. She did not even need him to be in her presence, just a simple text sent by him or the memory of some of his explanations in his melodious voice were enough to make her body betray her, humming with a craving for more.
It was as if Storybrooke had weakened all her principles, causing the walls around her heart to begin to crack, as she had succumbed again to the temptation of his lips. And although she tried to convince herself, assuring herself that it was no more than a simple physical attraction, deep down she was aware that she was totally seduced by Killian.
Their second kiss had also been caused by an impulse. She could not bear to see the suffering reflected in his face, so she had acted in an almost desperate attempt to alleviate that suffering or at least make him forget for a moment.
Even though they had seen each other again after the kiss and his behavior had been the usual, perhaps he had understood her reluctance in the wrong way, or perhaps, even though she had not yet revealed much of herself, he had come to the conclusion that she was not worth the effort, maybe…
“Emma?”
The sound of a voice brought her back to reality. She straightened in her seat as her head turned in the direction of the sound, meeting Elsa and Anna and their inquiring looks, with a hint of concern in Elsa's eyes and one of amusement in her sister's.
"Are you okay?" Elsa asked quietly.
"Yeah, I got distracted." She mumbled a poor excuse, feeling a bit uncomfortable at their scrutiny.
"I bet I know the cause of your distraction." Anna said, tilting her head slightly in Killian's direction, her lips curled upward in a conspiratorial smile, as if they were sharing a secret, but to Emma, it meant that her sensation of uneasiness increased.
"Anna!" Elsa muttered under her breath, scolding her sister. Then she addressed Emma back. "Don’t listen to her. We just wanted to know if you would like to join us to practice."
"To practice..." Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as her gaze roamed around the classroom. In fact, the rest of the students had split up into teams and were beginning to manipulate their devices. Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat wondering how long she had been lost in thought.
"We’re practicing white balance." Elsa came to her rescue while giving her a soft smile.
Her sister, however, did not seem so diplomatic. "Wow, you were really distracted.” She grinned at her as she cast a sidelong glance at Killian.
Was she really that obvious? She had to find out. "What do you mean?"
Anna rolled her eyes as she deliberately ignored her sister's warning look. "Do you remember that our ice cream parlor is in front of Granny's? We were witnesses of an intimate moment between you two on Sunday."
Emma felt a flush of embarrassment burning her cheeks as she wished to merge with her seat and disappear. She recovered rapidly though. No way was she going to show any hint of vulnerability to two people she barely knew. "It was just a kiss." She muttered in a dismissive tone while shrugging her shoulders. "And we'd better start practicing." She added in an attempt to change the subject.
Elsa nodded and grabbed her camera, but Anna did not seem to take the hint, much to her disgrace.
"Just a kiss?" She snorted, getting some heads to turn in her direction. "Are you kidding me? You two were making out." Emma opened her mouth to interrupt her, but Anna continued with her speech. "And it's not that I was stalking you, or anything like that. I was just waiting for Kristoff, but you two were giving quite the show out there." Emma's cheeks began to burn again as her desire to fade or run away increased. At least Anna was wise enough to mumble her words, but after a small pause to take a breath, she continued. "Isn’t it the coolest thing? The teacher and the student sharing a romantic moment?"
"Anna - enough! Don’t you see that you're making her feel uncomfortable?" Elsa hissed, coming to her rescue again. But Emma’s relief was short-lived. After giving one last warning glance to her sister, Elsa turned to her, her lips drawing a shy smile. "I know it's none of my business, but you two make a beautiful couple, Emma."
"Ahem, ladies, I wouldn’t like to interrupt your deep conversation, but it may be more convenient if you leave it for the end of the class. We have work to do now." This time it was Killian who came to her rescue, although his intervention did nothing to mitigate her embarrassment. In fact, it was quite the contrary, as Emma felt like a child receiving a reprimand after committing mischief.
At least his attention call got her teammates to finally leave her alone. It was almost comical to see how their contrite expressions matched as they both turned their eyes to their respective cameras.
Emma cast a sidelong glance at Killian, anxious and fearful of what she might find. When their eyes met, he cocked his head slightly and arched one of his eyebrows, as if he wanted to make sure she was okay.
She nodded silently, curling her lips into a small smile. To her relief, Killian returned a genuine smile, while his eyes remained locked with her own, causing a warm sensation to spread to her heart, making the previous tension and uncertainty fade away.
The rest of the class continued smoothly. Once the two sisters decided to leave behind their gossip and focus on photography, Emma found herself enjoying the practice. Both, Elsa and Anna, were pleasant company and seemed to have a genuine interest in learning. She was grateful to feel included in a group, to be part of something, contrary to what happened in the first class.
The class came to an end without Emma hardly noticing. Reluctant to leave so soon, she took her time collecting her belongings as she watched the others leave the classroom.
The last ones to leave were the two sisters and Emma tensed instantly, fearing that they would try to hook her into an embarrassing conversation again. That did not happen though, since Elsa practically dragged her sister towards the exit. Before leaving, both turned and waved, while Anna pointed her head in a non-subtle gesture towards Killian. After Elsa's last gentle pull, both finally disappeared from her sight.
Killian didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave either, since he remained in his seat, his gaze focusing on some files on his desk. After taking a deep breath, Emma slung the camera bag over one shoulder and approached him.
"I'm sorry for what happened before," she commented, pointing to her seat as she looked at him from under her lashes.
When Killian looked up and met her gaze, she swallowed and licked her lips instinctively, cursing inwardly at the power he had over her. Only an intense look on his part was enough for her to get lost in his stormy blue eyes. But if he also smiled at her the way he was smiling now, she lost all ability to function properly. Bastard.
"It's okay, lass." He replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "The only reason I interrupted the conversation was because you didn’t seem especially comfortable."
“Thank you… I guess.”
They remained silent for a few seconds, while Killian got up and began to gather his belongings. Emma stood there, hesitating whether to leave or wait for him, but then she caught a shadow darkening his expression, just as at the beginning of the class.
It was then that she remembered something. Killian had told her that he would talk to his friends to clear things up. Maybe that conversation hadn’t gone well?
"Are you... Are you okay? You seem a little off.”
Killian's face softened instantly. "Everything is fine, love. A little tired, that's all." Killian assured her in a tone that seemed convincing, but that did not quite reassure her, not when his smile did not reach his eyes.
"You managed to fix things with your friends?" Emma insisted, because that was what friends were supposed to do, right? Try to comfort each other. Although she was not sure that this was the most appropriate way to bring up the subject. She needed practice in the friendship thing, a concept still so new to her.
"Aye, we did." Killian hurried to answer, his lips twisted in an attempt at a smile as he reached behind his ear to scratch. "It was a long time ago, I was just a child, that’s why they didn’t tell me, but everything is fine now."
There was more than that. Emma could tell by the way he turned his gaze away slightly as if he felt uncomfortable in some way. But she would not push, it was not her business, after all. "I’m glad to hear that." She said simply.
She did not want to leave, but she did not have any excuse to stay either. For that reason, she started walking towards the exit door. "I better go. See you on Tuesday?"
"Wait, I'm leaving, too." Killian grabbed the backpack and started walking in her direction. "In fact, I'm hungry. Do you mind accompanying me to Granny's to get a bite?"
Killian dropped the invitation in a nonchalant tone, as if it had just occurred to him, but the glint in his eyes and that damn smile of his indicated something different. So, even at the risk of continuing to fall into his clutches, she accepted. "Yeah, I'm starving."
It was the moment they arrived at the diner and Ruby received them with a smirk while she arched her eyebrows meaningfully when Emma realized that this encounter was the closest thing to a date she had had in years. This time, the photography lessons had not acted as an excuse, nor was there a need to vent. Emma ignored both Ruby and those thoughts and instead dragged Killian to one of the more distant booths.
Emma had been honest with Killian when she assured him she wanted them to know each other. But the walls around her heart had been up for so long that it was difficult for her to find a crack that would allow her to open up. And this improvised meal would allow just that, a small step on the way to open, a means to share more moments with Killian.
So, she left all her worries behind and focused on Killian. It was not a complicated task, honestly, especially when both shared the same passion for photography. Inevitably, the conversation ended up leading to that topic, although she did not mind in the least, especially when that meant listening completely enthralled as Killian told her some of his experiences as a war reporter.
She was aware that Killian's experiences were far from the fantasy of a movie, that he had witnessed traumatic events and had had to immortalize the terror of other people. Perhaps thanks to his expressiveness or the cadence he endowed his voice with, or perhaps thanks to the content of his experiences - a mix of adventure, risk, and action, his explanations allowed her mind to travel with him to get an idea of what it would be like to live on the edge and feel the adrenaline running continuously through her veins. It was a way to add some emotion to her monotonous life, even if it was through someone else's experience.
He was in the middle of one of his stories when something seemed to catch his attention, causing him to fall into silence suddenly while his body tensed and his gaze traveled to the entrance.
She turned in the same direction, looking for what could have produced that sudden change in him. What she found left her somewhat confused. Killian's friends, the Nolans, had just entered the premises and after waving their hands in greeting, they went straight to their booth, their faces adorned with warm smiles.
"Hey, guys, what a surprise to see you here!" Mary Margaret said in an enthusiastic tone, as soon as they got to where they were sat, while her smile grew wider.
"Hi!" Emma responded by offering a tentative smile, not quite sure how to act, since, although she knew the couple by sight, they had never been introduced before.
There was a small, awkward moment while they remained standing there, their smiles not disappearing from their faces as they glanced at Killian, who seemed lost for a second until finally, he reacted.
After clearing his throat and scratching behind his ear, he made the appropriate introductions. It was evident that the tension had not disappeared from his body, but Emma did not have time to evaluate his strange behavior since, without hardly noticing, she was surrounded by Mary Margaret’s arms in an unexpected embrace.
Emma was slow to react, stiffening at first, surprised by so much effusiveness for a stranger, not yet accustomed to so much physical contact.
"It's a pleasure to be able to meet you properly at last, Emma." Mary Margaret did not seem to notice her stiffness, because the hug persisted a couple of seconds more as Emma patted her back tentatively.
Luckily, she did not have to repeat the same action with her husband. David simply offered her his hand while giving her a gentle smile. "It's a pleasure for me too, Emma."
Killian interrupted them then, "We’re in the middle of lunch. Would you like to join us?" His voice trailed off, while he directed his gaze to her, "Do you mind if...?
"Sure, it's not a problem at all." Emma assured as she moved to make room for Mary Margaret. David chose to sit next to his friend.
All of them remained silent for a few seconds, only broken by Ruby, who came over to take note of their orders. Before leaving in the direction of the kitchen, Ruby gave her another meaningful look, which she deliberately ignored. She would have time for explanations later.
"How was the class today?" Mary Margaret was the first to break the ice, her gaze traveling from Emma to Killian. After listening more carefully, Emma realized something curious. Despite being American, there was a slight hint of a British accent in Mary Margaret’s voice, acquired after so many years living in London.
"Killian has told us a lot about you and your talent." David added, not giving her time to answer his wife's question.
A soft blush crawled up her cheeks, while Emma tossed uncomfortably in her seat. "Killian has also told me about you both. It’s good to be able to meet you at last."
She was not accustomed to receiving compliments and even less to others talking among themselves to praise her. It was such a new feeling that she did not really know how to react. "And as for my supposed talent, it's not a big deal, I just push the button and sometimes I'm lucky to capture a good image." She shrugged as she glanced at Killian.
To her surprise, Killian rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips rising slightly. "Since it seems you don’t believe in an expert's word, let's see what another expert in the field has to say." Killian teased as he grabbed her camera. “May I?”
She nodded as she held her breath. Of course, David would also be an expert in photography, how could she have forgotten? He was the director of the local newspaper, for God's sake. Her stomach tightened in knots of anticipation, feeling nervous about what David might think.
"We’ve practiced the white balance today.” Killian explained to his friend as he showed him the photos she had taken a while before. David frowned professionally as he studied the photos intently, causing her nerves to increase.
"They could spend hours observing or taking photographs." Mary Margaret muttered to her side as she offered her a knowing smile. "But I don’t need to see your photographs to be certain of your talent. Killian has that special ability to discover hidden potentials, so if he's sure, so am I."
There was something about Mary Margaret - maybe her soft voice, or her kind expression. Whatever it was, Emma felt enveloped in a sense of reliability and security. Emma smiled back in gratitude, feeling comfortable enough to trust them. "According to Killian, now I just have to learn to use that talent."
"And he's right." David confirmed, still holding a professional expression, though his eyes showed a glimpse of something deeper than Emma could not identify. "There are good pictures there and that was just a practice. If you really like photography, you should continue practicing and learning. And listen to the professionals." Despite the content, his last words did not sound like a reprimand, but rather as a joke - at least she interpreted it as so by his casual tone and the wide smile that he directed at her, leaving behind his professional attitude.
Still, that did not stop her cheeks from blushing again. Fortunately, Ruby arrived at that moment bringing the dishes ordered by the Nolans. When Ruby left, everyone seemed to forget about her and her damned talent, focusing instead on food.
The food acted as a catalyst though, and after a brief pause, a new conversation about Storybrooke and the few places that offered food began.
With the passing of the minutes, Emma felt more and more comfortable with the Nolans, and even Killian seemed more relaxed surrounded by his friends. She did not miss the effort they put into making her feel included in the conversation. The affection and familiarity they felt for Killian and he for them was evident, but the trust between them, far from making her feel excluded, caused her curiosity about these two most important people for Killian to increase. It was as if, knowing as much as possible about the Nolans brought her even closer to Killian.
Maybe that's why she made an effort to improve her social skills by being open and participative.
"So, after so many years living far away, what made you return to Storybrooke?"
Suddenly, Killian started coughing repeatedly. Emma narrowed her eyes in confusion, noting how his cheeks had turned a reddish color, his eyes watering. David was gently tapping his back while Mary Margaret watched him with a worried expression.
"Are you okay?" Emma asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice, as she reached for his hand instinctively.
"Aye, love." Killian managed to respond in a hoarse voice between coughs, while trying to catch his breath. "I just choked because of the bloody beer."
After a few seconds, Killian seemed to recover enough though the tension had returned to his shoulders, making the suspicions that something was wrong to increase.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Aye, lass, just a little tired, that's all." He assured through a weak smile that once again did not reach his eyes.
"You should rest, which means that the time has come to leave." Mary Margaret gestured to David for him to get up, then she turned to Emma. "It has been a real pleasure to chat with you, Emma. I hope we can repeat it soon." Her soft expression and voice seemed to indicate a genuine interest in knowing her, which had the ability to warm her heart.
David also offered a gentle smile before addressing his friend. "Go home and rest, I'll call you later."
Only when they disappeared through the door did Emma realize that they had not answered her question. Something told her, however, that she would have a new opportunity soon. Suddenly, the possibility of adding two more friends to her, rather short list, did not seem bad at all.
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Storybrooke woke up the following Saturday covered by a thick white blanket. Emma chose her favorite place in her apartment, a small bench under the window that opened in the kitchen, to contemplate the first major snowfall of the season, while holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, wrapped in her favorite blanket. It was kind of perfect.
She could sit for hours watching the inexorable fall of the snowflakes. It was almost magical, and also calming, to see how the landscape transformed into a huge white canvas.
Suddenly, the need to immortalize that magical landscape took hold of her, so Emma placed the cup on the kitchen countertop and grabbed the camera. After making the adjustments that she believed were necessary, she began to shoot.
The calm did not last long, though. The moment she realized the time, she jumped as she hurried to her bedroom. She had been so absorbed in the snow that she had lost track of time. If she didn’t hurry, she would be late for the photography class.
The little peace that still remained completely disappeared at the moment when she went out and discovered that her bug was covered by a thick layer of snow.
She huffed in annoyance while raising her eyes to the sky. But she was not willing to let anything, not even the inclemency of the weather, make her mood worse, so, after she armed herself with a little patience and resigned to being late, she began to work to unearth her vehicle.
Twenty minutes later, Emma hurried into the classroom, trying to catch her breath, while noticing how a flush spread through her body from the exercise. "I'm sorry... the snow." She muttered an excuse, not bothering to look at Killian, walking to her seat as she began to remove her beanie and other outerwear.
"It isn't necessary for you to take off your coat, lass. In fact, you don't even need to sit down. We're leaving right now."
Emma stopped short, turning around to, this time, look at Killian, unable to hide the confusion on her face. "What?"
"Given that it's indispensable for a photographer to use the resources available or to be able to work in unfavorable circumstances, I thought we could practice taking pictures of the snow." Killian explained in that particular tone of his, with the ability to enrapture anyone who was listening to him. "In addition, we're lucky that I have found a spot in the nearby park which hasn't yet been altered. The white blanket remains intact, or at least it was ten minutes ago, so we better get going, before it's too late and someone ruins our work material."
All the others hummed in agreement, as they picked up their belongings, got up and started heading towards the exit. Emma, however, remained standing awkwardly, still recovering from the race to get to class on time.
"And remember guys, we must take special care with our devices in adverse weather conditions. We don't want our cameras to suffer any damage, do we?" Killian warned his students, earning some nods in response before everyone left the classroom, only she and him remained.
"Sorry, my car was buried by the snow." Emma made a new attempt at apology the moment they were left alone, while Killian approached her, causing the butterflies in her stomach to begin fluttering.
"It's okay, Swan, I figured it." His lips twisted upwards, drawing a frank smile, to her relief. All the weirdness of the previous Saturday seemed to have vanished from his features. Everything had gone well also in Tuesday's practice, his strange previous behavior seemed therefore to be an isolated event.
"There's another thing." He added as if he had just remembered it. "I have decided to invite the students, and you too, of course, to have a drink at Granny's this evening as compensation for my absence a few weeks ago, and also in celebration, since this is the last class of the year."
Emma realized at that moment, that the Christmas break meant they would not see each other and therefore, wouldn't continue with practices for three weeks. Her heart tightened a bit at that prospect, which did nothing to improve her dislike for this particular holiday. "You mean like a pre-Christmas party or something?" She asked, unable to prevent a hint of slight disappointment from slipping into her voice.
Clearly, he had noticed her discomfort since he did not respond immediately. Instead, he cocked his head and stared at her, as if he were studying her. "Look at it this way, it will be like an extra class since we will practice social photos." Killian offered through a half smile, his eyes never leaving her own.
He was so close that she could almost touch him. In other circumstances, or with another person, she would have been immediately intimidated by the invasion of her personal space. With Killian however, she had to repress the impulse to pull him closer to her. She was no longer sure if that need to feel him that close came from the momentary intimacy they were in, from the possibility that they were to be separated for three weeks, or simply from her undeniable attraction to him. But she had learned that lesson and had decided not to act impulsively again. Now it was up to him when he would decide to make the next move.
Fortunately, Killian had brought up their lifeline, photography, so she clung to that. She rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide how she was affected by his mere proximity. "You always have photography in mind, don't you?" She continued before he could reply. "And no, don't come with the excuse of sleep, because I'm sure you also dream of cameras and photos."
The way he chuckled caused tiny wrinkles to appear in the corners of his eyes, while his dimples deepened in a way too adorable for his own good or hers, given the matter.
"Well, lass," his tongue darted out to lick his lips once the laughter subsided. "I can assure you my dreams are plagued in most occasions by other activities even more pleasurable." His silky voice, almost purring, caused a liquid heat to travel to her very core while her mind decided to act on her own, imagining the content of those possible wild dreams.
The bastard knew the effect he was having on her. His lips drew a wide smirk while he reached out his hand, his fingers barely brushing her cheek. She held her breath, her skin tingling in anticipation, her gaze lost in the blue depth of his eyes. "Have I ever told you that I find particularly endearing the way your cheeks blush?"
His touch was as light as a feather, only a faint pressure of his fingertips touching her skin, but that was enough for a chill to run through her body, while her heart threatened to come out of her chest. A furious flush crawled down her neck to her cheeks, as Killian's touch became more intense, causing her instinctively to tilt her head so that it rested on his hand.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke the moment, causing both to jump while Killian withdrew his hand from her face as if it was burning.
"Oh, sorry, guys." It was Elsa the one to blame for the interruption. The poor girl seemed a little embarrassed when she entered the classroom, not daring to look at them. "I... I haven't seen anything, I just forgot my beanie." She muttered as she grabbed the garment and made her way back to the exit. Before leaving though, Elsa looked at her and gave her a soft smile of, she supposed, approval.
The small interruption allowed her to regain some composure. "At least it's not the worst she's seen of us." Now it was her turn to be smirking at him. Two could play the same game. She stuffed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans as she closed the distance between them.
She noticed his Adam's apple bobbing, while his brows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Her ice cream parlor is right in front of Granny's and she may have witnessed our little dalliance." She shrugged as she chewed on her bottom lip in a mischievous way. His gaze immediately strayed from her eyes to her lips while his pupils dilated. "And now, maybe it would be better if we leave, in case someone else comes looking for the professor." She wrapped the last word around her tongue making it sound almost indecent.
After offering him one last tempting smile, she turned around in the direction of the door. While walking, she heard a soft groan followed by a broken "bloody hell" making her grin to widen. She was playing a dangerous game, she was aware of it, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn't afraid of the flames of the game burning her, or rather, she didn't mind being consumed by the fire that she was sure Killian Jones kept inside
//
The walk to the park took only a few minutes. When they reached the spot chosen by Killian, Emma couldn't prevent a soft gasp from sliding between her lips, pleasantly surprised to observe the landscape they had before them. A long, white blanket covered the entire surface of the park while the branches of nearby trees also appeared laden with snow. Despite the cold, there was a kind of calm around them, as if time had frozen in the course of the snowfall, drawing a picture that seemed taken from a fairy tale.
She turned her head around to check the reaction of the rest of the students. They seemed equally dazed by the sight of it, all of them gazing silently with wide eyes and slightly open mouths.
It was funny, because Emma was sure that, in other circumstances, this landscape would have gone totally unnoticed by most of them, all too engaged in their daily routine to pay much attention to what was happening around them. But now that they had begun to observe the world through a lens and through Killian's eyes, an infinite number of possibilities opened up before them, allowing them to find beauty in something as dull as a town park.
"Well, guys, I see that the landscape has really left you a little impressed, that's good." Killian addressed them in that professional yet close tone that had Emma completely mesmerized. "Inspiration is the first step to getting good photographs, but remember, we're dealing with snow. The beauty of a snowy landscape is undeniable, but it can also be an added difficulty for us, the photographers."
"Because of the light." Aurora offered tentatively.
"Very good, lass." Killian gave her his most charming smile, causing the girl's cheeks to blush slightly. It was evident that most of the students had fallen under the spell of Killian since, where before there was hardly any interest, now there was a real desire to learn. "Indeed, snow is a great reflector of light, so if we want to achieve the desired effect, we must, amongst other factors, apply the correct exposure compensation."
Killian continued explaining, walking among them to make sure everyone was able to get the correct parameters before starting to take pictures.
Leroy, though, seemed to be losing patience since, a few minutes later, he snapped, "Come on - we're talking about white snow... it can't really be that hard to get a decent picture."
Killian stopped, turning to him as he tilted his head slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. His face seemed unperturbed, but she could feel his tension in the way the muscle in his jaw twitched slightly. "Go ahead - show us." He replied with an even voice while holding his hand out as if to emphasize his words.
Leroy seemed intimidated, both by the challenge that had fallen on him and by the scrutiny he was being subjected to by the others. Emma could not deny that she was enjoying the scene, since Leroy would show himself up the moment he took a photo in automatic mode.
He grabbed his camera and, after casting a defiant look at Killian, shifted his eyes to the viewer without bothering to touch the controls. He took a couple of shots and then observed the results on the screen.
"Well?" Killian asked, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.
Leroy kept his eyes on the screen for a few more seconds until, finally, he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of defeat. "The snow is gray." He admitted reluctantly.
"See? This is a clear example that we should never rely on automatic mode, not when we have so many resources at our disposal. Why should not we use them?" To his credit, Killian not only did not kick the guy when he was down, but he channeled what happened to continue teaching them. Her admiration for him grew at times.
The moment Killian gave the go-ahead, they started taking pictures. Although it might be contradictory, the action of pressing the button and immortalizing the moment was always relaxing for her. It was as if she lost track of time when her eyesight remained fixed on her camera's viewfinder. Today was not going to be an exception either since, almost without her noticing, Killian began to evaluate their results.
Emma watched as he dedicated the same time to all his students, offering smiles of encouragement as he praised them well for their effort, or for the good result obtained. She also observed how Tink, the only other single girl in the group along with Elsa and herself, lingered during her interactions with Killian, while maintaining an attitude that was perhaps too close, a wide smile and a fluttering of lashes included.
A strange sensation, which she did not dare to name, settled in the pit of her stomach while she did not miss any of their movements. That pull faded though when his eyes fell on Emma, his lips drawing that special smile, just for her.
"Excellent job, lass, as usual." He commented after contemplating her photographs. He held her gaze for a few more seconds, causing the flutter in her stomach to become more intense until finally, he cleared his throat and addressed the others. "And now, guys, I know you're looking forward to it. You can go play in the snow." Indeed, it seemed that all of them had been waiting for the words because, at that moment, they started running as if they were little children who had discovered the snow for the first time.
"And don't forget to protect your cameras!" He shouted at them in warning before they got too far away.
A laugh bubbled in the back of Emma’s throat at the surreal scene, the landscape no longer intact, but full of life now. She was about to make a comment about it to Killian when both Elsa and Anna hooked each of one of her arms. Before being dragged, literally, by the two sisters, Emma offered Killian one last look and an apologetic smile, to which he replied with a smile on his own and a nod of his head.
Emma let herself be carried away by the enthusiasm of the others, participating in group photos, making selfies and even she decided to also collaborate in the construction of a snowman whom Elsa, who loved the snow, decided to name Olaf. Even Leroy had left behind his permanent state of grumpiness and Archie, usually serious and the voice of reason, let himself loose a little by joining the others in their games.
She enjoyed more than she imagined, sharing laughs, jokes and knowing glances. She felt lighter, as if she had let part of her baggage escape, while the sense of belonging that had appeared the moment she arrived at Storybrooke became more intense.
Emma was so entertained that didn't realize at first that Killian hadn't joined their improvised snow party. It was Elsa who pointed at him, "What is he doing?" she asked, gesturing towards somewhere behind Emma's back. She turned to follow the direction of her gaze and found Killian, camera in hand, leaning slightly forward while he seemed to try to focus something.
Her eyes narrowed in confusion first and then widened in surprise when Emma realized what he was trying to do. The lens he was using, a macro if she was correct, was the one that gave her the clue.
"He's trying to make a photo of a snowflake." Emma commented almost in awe, unable to hide the pride she felt. She did not need to see the picture to know that it would be perfect.
"Wow, really?" It seemed that she was not the only one affected by Killian's talent, if the hint of admiration in Elsa's voice was indicative.
The fact that he was using his left arm and his prosthesis as if it were something natural in him warmed her heart. His initial reluctance to use the prosthesis seemed completely forgotten. She was not an expert on the subject but Emma sensed that one of the first steps to recovery after a traumatic event was adaptation and acceptance, and Killian seemed to be on the right track.
Almost without realizing it, she was holding the camera and pointing it towards him, immortalizing the way he was working. That was when Killian noticed her, looking away from the viewfinder, searching her eyes.
"Will you show me the result?" Emma asked as she approached him.
"Uh... I think it's better if we wait to see it on a larger screen, and I should also edit the image..."
Emma rolled her eyes at Killian's sudden reluctance. "Let me see if I've understood correctly. You're telling me you just made a picture of a snowflake and you're not going to let me see it. Seriously?" She rushed towards him in an attempt to grab the camera, but he was faster. Before she reached him, he raised the arm that held the device, leaving it out of her reach.
"Oh, come on!" She scoffed while pursing her lips. "I need practical examples if I want to learn how to make these kinds of photos." She did not give up, moving even closer to him, only inches away.
"Uh, maybe this was all I wanted." He leaned and whispered into her ear, his breath caressing her skin and causing a chill to run down her body. "It's freezing here, Swan. I needed a source of heat."
"You don't need to use a poor excuse for that, you know." She suggested, shooting him a provocative look from under her lashes. Indeed, it was as if the temperature had risen several degrees in the last seconds. "Could you show me the picture, please?" Her voice slipped between her lips in a soft murmur, causing the blue color to almost disappear from his eyes as his tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth in an almost indecent way.
For a moment, Emma forgot where they were, but the background noise of the other students brought them back to reality. Killian cleared his throat and, without separating from her, lowered his hand. "If you ask me that way..." He grinned at her before handing her the camera. Any chance of retort died on her lips the moment her eyes fell on the picture, leaving her speechless. Emma was amazed to see the small details and the defined geometric shape that had been captured in the image. It was like contemplating a tiny gem that nature offered them. "I want to learn how to take pictures like that." She muttered under her breath, unable to look away from the screen.
"The lens does practically all the work, actually. You wanna try?" Killian offered in a soft voice.
Of course she wanted to try. But before she had time to look through the viewfinder to locate a snowflake, Killian suddenly wrapped his arms around her and turned her, standing just behind her. "What the hell?" The moment she heard the impact of a snowball against Killian's coat, she realized what was happening.
Killian turned around again, keeping her behind him. "What did I say, guys? Be careful with the cameras!" He yelled, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, Mr. Jones, it was not my intention." Emma recognized Robin's voice in that sincere apology.
"Your aim is just awful, mate!"
"Oh, shut up, Will!" Emma stuck her head out from behind Killian to see what was happening, it seemed like they all were involved in a snowball fight. Her heart skipped a beat since that was one of the activities she longed for the most as a child when winter came. Unfortunately, there were not many children willing to play with her in those years, so she always had ended up frustrated. But that was not going to happen today, Emma thought with determination.
She left the shelter offered by Killian, standing in front of him and helping to put their respective cameras in the protective bags, placing them on a nearby bench, far enough from where the rest were playing. "Thank you for your act of gentlemanliness. Now, it’s time for a revenge. You wanna join me?"
"Actually I was protecting my camera." He admitted while scratching behind his ear. "But I am always a gentleman." He hastened to add, his lips drawing a smirk. "Even so, I would prefer not to be included in the snowball fight. I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here." The light tone in his voice and the half smirk on his face seemed to indicate that he was joking, but Emma also detected a certain truth in his eyes.
"Please, that's the worst excuse I've ever heard." Emma rolled her eyes, while bending down quickly and grabbing a handful of snow, squeezing it lightly with one hand to give it consistency. Then, without giving him time to react, she threw the snowball hitting him in the chest. "See?"
She knew that she had acted correctly when he gave her a wild look while muttering, "You just started a dangerous game, Swan." This time it was she who received the impact on one shoulder. The war had begun.
And what a war! During the following minutes, they became fully involved in the game, sometimes as allies and other times as opponents, throwing snowballs, or receiving hits, running to protect themselves or to reach their target faster. Such was the intensity that they were depositing in the game that the poor Olaf, who stood in the middle of the battlefield suffered the consequences, being knocked down when Robin fell on it in an attempt to protect himself from an impact.
She did not remember having so much fun in her life, to the point that her stomach ached from laughing so much.
Killian also seemed to have the time of his life, if the perpetual smile on his lips, the brighter than ever sparkle in his eyes, and his cheeks flushed as much by the exercise as by the cold were indicative enough. If he was already very handsome, now he was irresistible. For that reason, she tried to stay away from him, since he did not trust herself.
In the end, everyone ended up exhausted, their clothes soaked and Emma was sure that the next day all her muscles would ache and she would have marks of different impacts all over her body, but it would have been worth it, without a doubt. The adrenaline rush had allowed her to release tensions and the game had made her feel even closer to the rest of the students. In fact, after the sad fate of Olaf, they decided to rebuild it, all of them working as a team while she was the person designated to take pictures of the action.
They were engaged in the task when she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to see who had dared to go for a walk despite the cold and snow. Her eyes widened in surprise when she met the Nolans right in front of her, holding hands.
"Oh, what a surprise! What are you doing here, guys?" Mary Margaret asked politely, her lips drawing a soft smile.
"Hi! Killian thought it was a good idea to go out and take pictures of the snowy landscape. Let's say we got carried away a bit by the circumstances." She commented, her smile matching hers, as she turned her head, looking for Killian.
Her smile faltered a little when she realized that Killian's previously relaxed features had now subtly darkened and his shoulders seemed tense. Emma frowned, surprised at the change in his attitude, but calmed down at once when the corners of his lips lifted up drawing a smile while he waved at them.
Maybe it was just a figment of her imagination since she was over-analyzing all his reactions, fearing the possibility that the shoe would drop at some point. Emma shook her head slightly, burying those thoughts in some hidden corner of her brain and instead focused on Mary Margaret and David.
"I can see that. You're doing an excellent job with that snowman." David chuckled softly and, after giving her a warm smile, went to greet Killian and help them in the construction.
"So, have you gone for a walk?" Emma asked Mary Margaret, genuinely interested.
"Yeah, in fact, despite the cold, the mornings after an intense snowfall are the days when I prefer to go for a walk. It's as if everything is calm, as if time had suddenly frozen. It's overwhelming and beautiful at the same time, something I missed back in London where life moves much faster than here." The longing was evident in Mary Margaret's voice and Emma could also detect a spark of sadness in her eyes. But what surprised her most, to the point of a warm sensation spreading through her body, was the fact that the two of them had the same thought about the snowy landscapes. She felt an instant connection to that woman she barely knew.
"I was thinking the same thing when Killian brought us to this place. It's like magic, really." Emma confirmed offering a smile of understanding.
They kept a light chat for a bit while Mary Margaret watched the others work and Emma took pictures. At some point, almost without realizing it, Emma looked away from the viewfinder and instead focused on Killian and all his movements. He, on the other hand, looked at her from time to time, offering her his most captivating smile every time their eyes met, causing the butterflies in her stomach to flutter hard.
Out of the corner of her eye, Emma noticed how Mary Margaret's sight traveled from her to Killian, while she kept a thoughtful expression until her eyes widened suddenly, as if she had just realized something.
"Oh my god! You like Killian! And he likes you!" Mary Margaret almost screamed with excitement, causing Emma's heart to nearly stop at that very moment.
"What?" It was the only thing she managed to say before her throat went dry and a furious blush crept from her neck to her cheeks.
"Sorry, I didn't..." Mary Margaret's voice trailed off, while she seemed clearly embarrassed. "I mean... I had never seen Killian so happy, and you have that expression on your face as if..." Mary Margaret paused again, as if trying to find the right word. Emma held her breath, not entirely sure she wanted to continue listening to her. "... as if there were no one else around."
Emma looked away immediately as her cheeks burned even more and she wanted a hole to open beneath her feet and carry her away. She felt like a teenager who had been caught with her first crush. She was really that obvious? She schooled her features so as not to betray any more of her feelings.
But there was something else in Mary Margaret's words, something that on one hand warmed her heart, but on the other, caused a pull of fear to settle in her stomach. The fact that Killian's happiness could depend on her was a great responsibility, something she was not sure she could carry properly.
"We're just getting to know each other." She muttered, not daring to look at Mary Margaret.
"That's good."
They remained silent for a few seconds while she raised the camera again, using it as an excuse to keep busy.
"So, the meetings on Tuesdays are not merely academic, are they? Are they also a way to get to know each other better?" Mary Margaret asked tentatively, not willing to leave the topic of conversation just yet. Sensing her discomfort, she added. "I'm sorry, really. It's not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable, it's just that... this is what we've always wanted for him, that he can finally move on, and it seems that this time he's on his way to achieving it."
"It's okay..." Emma shrugged, as a wave of gratitude washed over her, at the way she seemed to care about Killian. Emma wondered how he had any inkling of doubt about their affection for him. "It seems that we have a lot in common and we understand each other."
When Emma looked at Mary Margaret, she found an unexpected emotion in her features and a special glow in her eyes which she could not identify, but it was as if she was looking at her with tenderness and understanding, making her feel a little overwhelmed, but at the same time also safe, offering a feeling that she could trust these people.
Emma offered her a half smile and then turned her gaze back to Killian. When their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat. She did not care if it was destiny or just coincidence, but she could not be more grateful to have crossed paths with Killian and for once, she allowed herself to dream and trust that maybe this time her heart was not going to be affected, at least not in the wrong way.
Theladyswan Sometimes, a simple snowfall can offer you much more than a white blanket covering everything. Sometimes it means flushed cheeks, bright eyes and traveling to the past, becoming a child again. Sometimes it means a snow fight or working as a team to create our new friend, Olaf. Sometimes a simple snowflake may contain more beauty than the most precious jewel. Thank you for helping me discover all this and appreciate the small details.
//
"I kissed him. Twice." Emma snapped, not taking the time to assess the consequences of her confession. She had arrived at Granny's early, intending to talk to Ruby. After the brief talk with Mary Margaret, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Killian and a possible relationship with him, but all this was so new to her that she found herself in need of venting with someone and the most appropriate option was her friend.
"You did what?" Ruby asked, wide eyes.
"Who did you kiss?" Another voice asked almost in unison - Graham, arriving at the most inopportune moment.
Emma bit back a groan and suppressed the urge to bury her head in her arms. This wasn't how she had thought the conversation would unfold. Graham took the stool next to her, implying that he wasn't planning to leave anytime soon. They both stared at her, one with an amused expression and the other with a slight frown.
Since she couldn't swallow back her words, she had no choice but to give an explanation, so, after letting out a long sigh of resignation, she continued speaking.
"I kissed Killian."
"That's my girl!" Ruby's face split into a giant grin as she lifted her hand for a high five. "I want all the details."
"Wait, wait, wait ... You mean the instructor?" Graham's eyebrows knitted together as he gave her an inquisitive look.
In response, Emma shrugged and wrinkled her nose.
"Oh" It was all Graham said at first. Then he brought his hands to his heart, while his features twisted in an overdramatic gesture. "You wound me, Emma. What does that guy have that I don’t?" Although it was evident that he was feigning his annoyance, Emma could detect a hint of disappointment in his voice. Fortunately, she did not have to answer since Ruby came immediately to her rescue.
"Oh, come on, as if you didn't have eyes for another blonde who sells ice cream." Ruby smirked at him as she arched one of her eyebrows, causing Graham's cheeks to turn pink while his eyes cast down to the floor.
This was new... "You mean Elsa? Is that why you switched coffee for frozen yogurt?" Ruby chuckled as she lifted her hand for a new high five. Emma, instead, pressed her lips together, suppressing the laughter that threatened to escape. Graham looked truly mortified, as if he wanted to vanish right then, or flee away.
A pull of affection for him washed over her. It was quite adorable to see how the responsible and impassive sheriff lost his composure revealing how much that crush affected him.
"I believe we were talking about you, not me." He grunted as he pursed his lips, adding even more cuteness to the scene.
"He's right." Ruby agreed, of course. "So, two kisses and nothing else? What from now on?"
Emma shrugged, taking a deep breath. "I don't know... It's complicated." She admitted reluctantly.
"Complicated... You like him, he likes you. I don't see any complications there." The way Ruby put it made it really simple, but something else caught her attention.
"So, do you think he likes me?" She bit her lower lip, hating the vulnerability reflected in her voice.
"Oh, come on, Emma, everyone can see it." Ruby rolled her eyes and then looked at Graham for confirmation. He nodded, his lips drawing a small smile. "You just have to see the way he looks at you, honey." Ruby's features softened, as she reached out and squeezed her arm gently. "Listen, we know that you're a reserved person, and even though you don't talk much about your past, it's obvious that you’ve got a broken heart, but also, you've told us more than once that getting to Storybrooke changed your life. Now is the time to give your heart a chance to heal, don't you think?"
A warm feeling traveled directly to her heart, while she was extremely grateful for Ruby's words. She couldn't help to wonder how she had been so lucky to finally find two true friends who cared so much about her. She blinked a couple of times holding back the tears that threatened to spill.
"Speaking of the devil..." Graham whispered, his head pointing subtly towards the door. "Go get your chance, Emma." He winked at her, his lips curled into a smile of encouragement.
Emma turned her head to look for Killian. His face lit up at the moment their eyes met, his bright smile acting like a dart straight at her heart. She was so fucked up...
Before going to meet him, Emma sent a smile of gratitude to her friends, approaching Graham and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, guys, you're the best. By the way, maybe a blonde who sells ice cream will appear around here soon." The last thing she saw before getting up and going to meet Killian was how Graham's cheeks blushed again, while Ruby smirked at both of them, clearly enjoying the scene.
//
Emma couldn't deny that Killian had had a great idea in bringing everyone together to celebrate a pre-Christmas party. She decided to ignore the mixed feelings that these festivities entailed for her and instead, let herself get carried away, enjoying the company of Killian and her friends. Even Henry was there, flitting from one group to another, his smile never disappearing from his face.
The affection she had for the boy was undeniable. Her heart tightened in her chest every time she remembered that he had been the initial reason why she had decided to stay in town. She was watching as Henry showed one of his favorite storybooks to Ariel and Tink when an unexpected whispered voice into her ear made her flinch.
"I have some terrible doubts..." She hadn't even seen Anna come when she was suddenly right by her side, an expectant gaze and a wide grin on her face.
Emma didn't even have time to reply. At the moment when Anna was certain that she had gotten her attention, she launched herself with one of her interminable speeches, so Emma let out a subtle sigh as she armed herself with patience.
"I can't decide which couple is the most adorable, apart from me and Kristoff, of course... first, my sister and Graham, with those shy expressions, and those dreamy looks, and then you and the professor, all passion and unresolved sexual tension."
Emma almost choked on her drink when she heard Anna, feeling the blush creeping up her cheeks again. "We're not a couple." She mumbled weakly, cursing inwardly for letting herself get involved in these kinds of conversation.
"Neither are Graham and Elsa, not yet. But it's only a matter of time. Believe me, since I'm quite the expert here." Anna assured as she gave her a conspiratorial look.
Anna was right in something, though. Elsa and Graham made a super cute couple and it was evident that the feeling was not one-sided. And Anna and Kristoff seemed deeply in love, so she wasn't able to decide if it was a good or bad thing that Anna had compared them to those two powerful couples.
Fortunately, Anna soon found another target, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She looked for Killian, who had spent half the time at her side and the other half taking pictures of everything and everyone.
He was in his element, no doubt, involving different people and convincing them with his charm to pose for him. From time to time, he looked for her and even on occasion he took a picture of her from a distance.
"I still can't believe it." Emma winced again, hearing another voice, this time from David, right next to her. She realized that he was looking at Killian, an expression of disbelief on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"Just a few months ago, that scene - Killian taking photos so naturally, would have been inconceivable, and yet look at him now, as if nothing had happened." David commented, his voice revealing a mixture of relief and pride towards his friend.
"He has also used the darkroom that you prepared for him." For some reason, Emma found it important to let David know. It had been his idea, after all.
David then stared at Emma tilting his head slightly, as if he were studying her. He seemed to hesitate for a moment but then nodded subtly, as if he had convinced himself. "I'd like to express my gratitude towards you, Emma, since all this progress has been thanks to you."
What was happening today? Had everyone agreed to make her feel overwhelmed by emotions? Emma swallowed the lump formed in her throat as she shook her head. "I may have contributed at the beginning, but it was all Killian's work, actually. He was the one who saw the potential in me and decided to exploit it. But I can't be happier to have helped him, even indirectly, to regain the self-confidence he so badly needed."
David directed her that questioning look again, but to her surprise, she didn't feel intimidated, but curious to know what was going through his head. "I guess from your expression and attitude that you already know at least part of his past." Emma nodded as her lips drew a half smile. "He has been through a lot." David continued, without taking his gaze from her. "And, I hope you don't get offended, but your eyes tell me that your life hasn't been easy either, so I'm so glad that you found each other."
So do I... she thought, not daring to say it out loud. After offering him one last smile of gratitude, Emma turned her gaze back to Killian. She couldn't deny it anymore, he had crawled under her skin in such a way that he had made all her walls wobble. But this time, she wasn't afraid of her walls falling apart. Quite the contrary, she couldn't wait for the last brick to fall. Although something told her that they'd still have to work on the shield that protected Killian's heart, she could wait. She wasn't going anywhere.
//
Thanks for reading. Let me know what did you all think :)
Christmas has come to Storybrooke! After witnessing some resolutions of the new year, we will advance a little in time, until we reach the end of the course. We will also discover how Killian deals with the burden of guilt and regret. Will he be able to handle it?
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That’s a Wrap!
It’s been nearly 7 months since the idea of a consent themed fest was born from a discussion in the Drarry Squad discord. It’s been said before, but it bears repeating: when we the mods first began planning the fest in earnest we discussed how 5 ficlets would be a success (and that’s with two of us writing!).
After just over 6 weeks of posting, the HD Consent Fest AO3 collection hosts:
-55 different writers and artists, including 11 who identified themselves as writing in a fest for the first time
-56 submissions
-50 fics
- > 800,915 words (words embedded in comics and graphic novels not counted); average word count = 16018
-6 beautiful works of visual art, including 2 comics and a graphic novel
And these stats don’t even account for all the HYPE that followers of the fest shared—keeping the fest buzzing on AO3, tumblr, and discord via recs, chat, comments, kudos, likes, and reblogs.
Needless to say, mates, we are chuffed. You have done more than blow away our wildest hopes; you have strapped them to a rocket and shot the rock into outer space.
To everyone who submitted fic or art or both, we are staggered, humbled, and beyond grateful for all of the thought, energy, time, love, and sweat you poured into your submissions.
To everyone who read along, whether you read something every week or looked at even 1 work—thank you.
Finishing posting feels not unlike crossing the finishing line after a marathon: we’re high on fandom endorphins, elated, excited about what this community accomplished together and how much fun we had doing it, but we’re also ready for a nap!
Below is the Reveals Master List. We encourage everyone to lavish these fan work creators with love!
ART:
Breaths Against Skin by @carpemermaidtales/ carpemermaid, Mature
Summary: Harry has picked up a habit of breathing "May I?" against Draco's skin.
Can I Kiss You? By @ano-ka-ba /anokaba, Mature
Summary: can I kiss you?
Harry: *staring longingly at Draco's thighs*
Draco: *raises eyebrow, reaches for Harry's glasses*
Harry: *finally drags eyes up*
Draco: *pulls towards and wraps legs around*
Harry: *grabs bum*
Suits and Serenity, by @illuminatedweasel, Teen
Summary: “You looked hot out there today.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Mhm, can I kiss you now?”
“I thought you’d never ask”
Worth In the Wait by @sailorslash /SailorSlash, Teen
Summary: A short comic about the night of Harry and Draco's wedding.
You're the only exception and I'm on my way to believe it. By @mea-momento/mea_momento, General
Summary: While stuck in a convoluted fake dating plot, the boys have to keep checking with each other for consent to do things like pretend to kiss in public for the sake of their ruse.
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It's a Plan by @torrancelim /Marshview, Teen
Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship, but Draco was raped in the past, and cannot kiss Harry on the lips or have sex. He does enjoy forehead kisses, cuddles, and showing affection. Harry understands, and gives Draco the kind of love and support Draco needs.
The Shetland Demon by @owlpostart/Owlpostart (Charlotte_Bird), Mature
Summary: Draco Malfoy of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has been sent to a remote Scottish island to handle the post-mortem and clean up of a washed up magical beast. The Scottish Auror office have also sent one of theirs, Harry Potter, somebody Draco hasn’t seen in several years, but with whom he shares a romantic history. Draco quickly finds himself slipping back into old habits while struggling to maintain his own agency and professionalism. Is it the beast’s malevolent influence or genuine yet long buried affection for Harry that’s behind their slide back into physical and emotional intimacy?
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5A by @neveranygoodupthere/neveranygoodupthere, Mature
Summary: It’s his twenty fifth visit to the flat. A posh spot in midtown Manhattan with updated appliances, rooftop access, and a snooty doorman. A spot that five years ago would have been inconceivable to its resident. But war and death and time all wreak their changes.
About Time by @reginaagr0na/LadyOfTheAttic, Teen
Summary: Harry opens his big mouth and must pretend to date Draco Malfoy to keep things from blowing up in his face even further.
Arseholes by@postjentacular/postjentacular, Explicit
Summary: In which words and actions don't mean the same thing.
Asking For It by @gold-from-straw/Lynds, Teen
Summary: Fill for post 109 on the Consent Fest: Draco tells Scorpius about his own experience of sexual abuse when teaching him about consent, and becomes involved with helping other parents teach their children about consent, and dealing with lad culture.
Beautiful Eyes and Dark Blue Skies by @foularcadebanana/Yesimawriter, Teen
Summary: Everybody knew about the rivalry that brewed between the two kings living in neighbouring kingdoms and not much changed after one of them died. This surely meant that when their children met at the age of sixteen, both princes and heirs to their respective thrones, they would develop a deep all-consuming hatred for each other as well. Surely they would not happen to like one another. Surely not.
Bed Music by @lower-east-side/LowerEastSide, Explicit
Summary: The new call-in sex advice show on the WWN is Very Inappropriate, Harry thinks. But he finds himself spending more and more time with Malfoy anyways. Will Draco be able to convince him of the necessity of open discourse on sex, consent, and intimacy? And what are the Greengrass sisters plotting? Caller, go ahead!
Bloody Tease by ENCHANTED_JAE, Explicit
Summary: Draco wants to be sure that Harry is willing. Very, very sure.
Brick by Brick by @agentmoppet/agentmoppet, Explicit
Summary: There’s something between the two of them, something that builds beneath the smoky lights of the club and grows stronger during midnight conversations held on a rooftop high above the streets of London. But Draco wants to wait.
Cherished by @acciotomriddle/leontina (Leontina), Explicit
Summary: Ever since Draco was turned into a vampire he hasn’t touched Harry, and Harry desperately wants to know why. When they finally turn, surprising revelations are made.
Cold Like Fire by @queenofthyme/QueenofThyme, Mature
Summary: Head Auror, Harry Potter, had no problem with mandatory consent training for his team. He’d actually been looking forward to it, that is until he discovered who the teacher was. Now, he had no idea how he was going to get through the training without throwing a hex at Draco Malfoy. Or a punch.
Come Inside by @vaguedisclaimer-ao3/VagueDisclaimer, Explicit
Summary: “Can I come inside you?" Harry asks, his voice a breathy whisper.
And Draco nods, just once, ever so slightly, biting his plump bottom lip and looking deeply into Harry's eyes.
At least, that’s how Harry imagined it going.
Communication Is Key (For A Happy Ending) by @articcat621/articcat621, Mature
Summary: Draco can tell that there's something on Harry's mind.
A Day in the Life by @unadulteratedstorycollector/unadulteratedstorycollector, Explicit
Summary: Harry and Draco have been together for years. They have a great sex life. Great and perfectly normal. Sometimes they have sex, sometimes they don't. Sometimes it takes a little persuasion... but not really that much. Ok, barely any.
Everything That Happens is From Now On by @thusspoketrish/trishjames, Explicit
Summary: After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls.
A Gift for Draco by @norelationtoatticus /SquadOfCats, Explicit
Summary:Though their new relationship is going well, both Harry and Draco have trouble communicating and are holding back from taking things to the next level–both emotionally and sexually. When Harry decides he is ready for more, he stumbles over how to start the conversation, but figures out a plan with the help of his friends. He comes up with the perfect Valentine’s Day gift to show Draco trust, commitment, and desire: sexy pictures of his naked arse. Thankfully, Pansy Parkinson has a camera and is willing to help…
A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption by @aibidil/aibidil, Explicit
Summary: A fuck-or-die fairytale in which Draco Malfoy lives a despicable and unapologetic life — that is, until he’s cursed to die unless he can fall in love with and fuck Harry Potter.
Have Me Then by crazyparakiss, Explicit
Summary: In Draco’s world, women are expected to be demure, non-lusting creatures. They are expected to be devoted while their husbands cater to base desires with women of the evening. All passions they are permitted lie between dusty, well-worn pages of romance novels. Draco doesn’t want to be that woman, but as she spends her days—unfulfilled—in the arms of a boring lover she dreams of more. Potter is so much more than she could imagine.
Highly (in)Compatible by @callingdrarry/gracie137, Explicit
Summary: Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?
I Don't Want This to Be a Mistake by @maraudersaffair/maraudersaffair, Explicit
Summary: Consent can be tricky when Harry is Scorpius’ professor.
In the Ways That Matter by @FleetofShippyShips/FleetofShippyShips, Mature
Summary: Falling asleep with Harry Potter mid-argument, while completely pissed, was something Draco could never have predicted happening when he returned for his repeat seventh-year at Hogwarts. But it happened. And then it happened again. And again. At some point the alcohol was gone, and they were just falling asleep side by side night after night, escaping nightmares together.
It isn't anything more than that, even if sometimes it really feels like it is.
It's Been Draco For Awhile by @oceaxereturns/oceaxe, Explicit
Summary: What harm can a love potion do if you're already in love?
In which Harry finds out that it's not a love potion but it can do quite a lot of harm, and Draco finds out how fiendishly difficult it is to fend off his flatmate's advances when all he wants is to give in to them.
just drink this and we can do whatever you want by @must-love-drarry/Juh_Nunes, General
Summary: Harry was tired of people trying to dose him with love potions, so he decided to create a charm to counter it. Now he only need to test it, unfortunately (or not) it doesn’t work as he was expecting.
Kiss Me on the Mouth (and set me free) by @nerdherderette/PalenDrome (nerdherderette), Explicit
Summary: Finding a partner to sate his needs has never presented a dilemma for Draco. That is, until he encounters the fit and willing Head Auror.
Luck Is What You Make It by @starlillie/starlillie, Teen
Summary: Liquid Luck. Warning! May cause giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence.
Draco should really read the labels on these things.
The Magic Cat by dot_the_writer, Explicit
Summary: When Harry sees Draco Malfoy with painted nails and wearing an oversized jumper covered in cat fur, his obsession from school comes back in full force. Featuring supportive friends, cute cats and lots of Harry figuring out what he wants.
Malfoy’s Anatomy by @novareblogs/Novaa, Teen
Summary: Healer interns are nothing short of a bunch of little children running around with wands and severed limbs, having inappropriate sex in inappropriate places. What's the worst that could happen, really?
Missing-him-thing by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion/Thealmostrhetoricalquestion, General
Summary: "Did you miss me?" Draco asks.
He’s teasing. Teasing and amused, and he doesn’t mean it, doesn’t expect a serious answer, or an answer at all, so Harry feels quite within his rights to shove Draco away, scoffing. Draco laughs, and it’s not the snide, mocking sound from their childhood, the laugh that used to make rage bubble in every delicate vein, as fierce and forceful as dragon-fire.
Did you miss me?
Every damn day, Harry doesn’t say.
(Harry and Draco teach their kids about consent, and fall in love along the way.)
Mixed Drinks and Crossed Wires by @korlaena/ korlaena, Explicit
Summary: Draco is a handsy drunk. Harry is okay with it, really. They’re friends, so it doesn’t mean anything.
Oblivious by @gregqoyle/lealamalfoy, Explicit
Summary: One potions class leaves Harry questioning everything. And it seems that there is only one other person that seems willing to question it too.
Orbit by @henrymercury/HenryMercury, Explicit
Summary: "The classical problem of celestial mechanics, perhaps of all Newtonian mechanics, involves the motion of one body about another under the influence of their mutual gravitation."
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They don't like each other. They're not friends. There's not even a ceasefire of any sort because they're fighting as much as ever—but there's definitely something different about it. An added layer of self-awareness they don't dare identify, but which colours every Scared, Potter? and Do your worst; each You wouldn't dare and Then prove it.
Perfectly Imperfect by @astronomicalblaise/pansypxrkinson, Teen
Summary: What is going on with Potter? Draco doesn’t know. He’s too busy worrying about Salazar and choking on Pansy’s cucumber sandwiches. Now Potter’s owl is out for blood and Blaise has to be stopped.
All things considered, it’s hard being an investigative journalist and a crazy person at the same time.
Proper by @violetclarity/violetclarity, Explicit
Summary: Draco sighs. “What kind of absolute twit has the chance to have sex with the Chosen One and can’t go through with it?” // In which Draco studies with Gryffindors, learns a new spell, and navigates the difficulty of being in a not-so-casual secret relationship with his childhood nemesis.
Purity Control by @frnklymrshnkly/frnklymrshnkly, Teen
Summary: In which Harry tries to ignore his trauma with fantasy Quidditch but Malfoy's Thereness is distracting and all his classmates want to talk about is unicorns, virginity, and Muggle music.
Say The Words (Say Them Out Loud) by @goldentruth813/GoldenTruth813, Explicit
Summary: When Draco gets assigned as the Auror to guard Harry Potter day and night, he is sure nothing good will come of it. But as the days go on Draco is forced to evaluate himself and things he thought to be true about Potter and relationships. Sometimes it's not love at first sight. Sometimes, first, it's miscommunication and misunderstanding. A story in which Harry and Draco learn to accept the things they want from themselves and from each other.
Show Me by @bangyababy/bangyababy, Explicit
Summary: On Harry and Draco's anniversary, they decide to try something new, but Draco won't do anything he isn't 100% sure Harry wants. So Harry tells him, every step of the way.
Silenced by the night by @parkkate/parkkate, Mature
Summary: After a spell goes horribly wrong, Harry has to deal with the loss of his eyesight. It’s such terrible timing, too, because how is he supposed to find out what Malfoy has been up to in the Room of Requirement? It’s not like he can ask the git, not only because it’s Malfoy, but also because the Slytherin has suddenly lost his voice. While they’re both trapped in the hospital wing, however, Harry discovers there’s so much he didn’t know about Malfoy, and it’s highly intriguing, but also a bit alarming. Where did all these confusing feelings come from all of a sudden? And what is Harry going to do about them?
Start a Revolution (From My Bed) by @untilourapathy/untilourapathy (gwendolen_lotte), Teen
Summary: Harry’s coming of age starts at breakfast. A peek into the lives of the Eighth Years as they become bona fide feminists over jam and croquet. Featuring the fear of growing apart, Blur and a pink cravat.
the strength in letting go by @candybarrnerd/icarusinflight, Teen
Summary: Some relationships will end. This is something that everyone should be aware of, and there is no shame in ending a relationship. These things happen, and certainly, no one should stay in an unhappy relationship. We don’t want to have people learning to maintain their suffering here—only fix what can be fixed.
In which Harry and Ginny seek counselling when their marriage is on the rocks—it just doesn’t work out quite like Harry’s wanted it to.
Teach Me by @xxthedarklordxx/XxTheDarkLordxX, Mature
Summary: "If you can’t learn Occlumency, then you can’t become an Auror.”
No. All of this couldn’t be for nothing. Harry hadn’t spent so much time proving himself, proving that he was more than just a famous name for all of this to go to shite. “This can’t be the end.”
"I have someone in mind that could teach you if you are willing, but I can't guarantee he will teach you, especially considering your... past."
"You don't mean Malfoy, do you?"
Team Slytherdor by @gingertodgers/GingerTodgers, Teen
Summary: Rolanda Hooch takes the Slytherdor Quidditch team to the Sheffield Central Travelodge for some team bonding.
Tell Me How You Like It by @phd-mama/phdmama, Explicit
Summary: It's a beautiful sunny day, and when Ron is laid up in the common room with a broken ankle, he gets more of a glimpse into his best friend's private life than he ever might have wanted!
Ten Thousand Reasons Why Not by @lqtraintracks/lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), Explicit
Summary: Harry and Draco are stand-ins for the usual witch who gives the workplace harassment and sexual consent talk to the Auror trainees. Or, a little tale in which Harry consents to be sexually harassed by Draco Malfoy.
That's What You Get For Waking Up by @alpha-exodus/alpha_exodus, Explicit
Summary: Draco wakes up in the morning hungover and with someone in his bed. He never could've dreamed it would be Harry Potter.
To Hear You Say It by @drarrymylove/jeni_andtheafterthought, Explicit
Summary: Hogwarts has put together an eighth year in order to allow all students a chance to complete their N.E.W.T.'s. Harry and the other "eighth year" students come back to a much different Hogwarts. Harry could get used to a new dormitory, harder classes, even his new roommate. He could even get used to all the new rules and expectations. Making is bed? How hard could it be?
Trapped by @foularcadebanana/Yesimawriter, Mature
Summary: Harry was stuck in an enclosed space with no way to get out, and he just happened to have been stuck in there with Malfoy.
Treat Your Body Like A Temple by @rose-grangerweasleyisbae/donnarafiki, Mature
Summary: It hadn't been easy, and it hadn't been fast, but after many years Harry had finally gained Draco's trust. Now he woke up next to him every day, and he knew just the way to show the Slytherin how grateful he was for that.
We Sleep In Pairs by @protegototalvm/darkestbliss, Mature
Summary: We do not blame flowers for their death. But when Draco’s magic dies after the War, he struggles to forgive himself, and it’s going to take far more than striking up a companionship with Harry Potter for him to heal.
When Nightmares Lead to Day Dreams by @drarryismymuse/Drarryismymuse (Hatchersn), Explicit
Summary: Harry Potter didn’t want to return to Hogwarts for 8th year, concerned that the castle held too many terrible memories. Lacking any other plan, though, he agreed. He soon discovered how right AND how wrong he was.
Wing It, Baby! I Want to Fly with You by @sliceosunshine/ SliceOSunshine, Teen
Summary: Harry finds him in a ditch. He never expected the life of a Superhero to be easy. But showing your enemies mercy is so hard
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Hello SKAMily.
We are four fanfiction enthusiasts who have had enough of great authors not being recognised for their amazing work. So this blog is entirely dedicated to underrated works of SKAM Fanfic. The focus of this blog will be on fics with less than 200 kudos on ao3, but if you really really like one that has more, please submit it anyway.
We will also do what we call "Moodboard Mondays", where we either post our own moodboard for one of the fics we're recommending, or we'll post a moodboard/GIFset/Photoset/video made by an artist for an underrated fic. Please feel free to suggest your favourite artists, whether they've already made art for an underrated fic or not ...We can always ask.
Our goal is to help you all find new, great fic to read that you may not have found simply because it doesn't have many kudos. And of course, we also want to give lesser known authors the love they deserve, and if this works, hopefully soon we'll have more awesome fic with the kudos they deserve on AO3.
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