#more gift fics to come

[lovesickeros]

☆ from gold, i am undone

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts {☆} word count 0.9k

You weren't meant to be here.

You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.

You are changed, and you are whole.

But you are so unbearably broken.

A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.

Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.

All you see is a monster.

Something new, something old.

A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.

But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.

You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.

But you know it will not satisfy you.

Nothing does anymore.

You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.

And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.

There is nothing left but absolute authority.

You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?

Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.

Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.

You welcome it.

It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.

Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.

You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.

For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?

Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?

Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?

Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.

For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #tsaritsa #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #tsaritsa x reader #this is. technically not a sequel but not a prequel but a secret third thing (mental health crisis) #kidding i just wanted 2 write the prev fic from more reader oriented pov bc it wasnt fucked up enough!!!!! #i need fucked up reader who is irreparably changed in horrifying ways!!!!!! and they cant die bc teyvat kinda needs them 2 uh #exist at all. and if u die well thats it. hits reset button #the horrifying fate of a mortal forced to be a god against their will and all the drawbacks that come with it #where is love to be found when they all cannot see themselves as anything but beneath you? there will always be imbalance #oh they try. they claw and scramble and beg but being the creator has changed you. #none of their worship. none of their sacrifices and gifts and pleas make you feel a thing and what a haunting thing it must be #do they reject it? delude themselves into thinking that they must try harder? #or do they accept that this is a god? absolute. horrifying in its entirety. something that even the archons cannot truly understand #a manmade god who seeks absolution in only the most heretical. the most blasphemous #literally shaking chewing on the bars of my cage LET ME OUT #i love deep dives like this sorry 2 everyone i made think i was normal my bad #i just think immortality and godhood r funky concepts and i love making them WORSE #also this took so long because i was playing b@Idurs g@t3 3 erm. censored so it doesnt show up in tags PLEASE DONT SHOW UP IN TAGS #taking i need the tsaritsa to bite me to a whole new entirely worse level!! #i just think (starts talking for 5 hours straight and doesnt Shut Up) #this one is also. considerably more openly fucked up then the other fic. even if its hidden behind flowery language uh. take it seriously. #okay im done no more angst its fluff from here on out i need 2 be NORMAL. i am a normal well functioning adult. maybe.

[code31-onthedancefloor]

dont get me wrong while uli learning disco dancing and other horrifically outdated ways to pick up dates with harry is absolutely fucking hilarious i feel as if he would naturally gravitate towards kim more. not just because of the nilsen parallel but because he wants to be taken Seriously. and here is this very Serious (lonely) man who is Serious (repressed) about the way he loves and he drives a car despite being legally blind (stubborn) and has beaten the odds of survival time and time again (at the expense of others; which he feels as if he does not deserve). ulixes will learn Something from kim but it certainly won't be related to how to get steban to like him.

#kim probably wouldnt let uli anywhere near his gun so shooting's off the table #their interactions are more akin to 'estranged uncle drives you to a pretty place and #you both stiltedly philosophize on whether the love is worth the grief' #and then he shows you his cool camera and maybe get into photography since ampoules are cheap #and then maybe you build a collection of pretty photgraphs. you're an amateur but surely steban will see the beauty of them. right? #countless nights and days. whenever kim's free to drive you around to places you've seen a picture in #and then you place a photograph between each page of a new book of theory and gift it to Steban. #what comes next? uh... i'll write this fic someday 🧍‍♂️🏃‍♂️ #disco elysium #echo maker #ulixes bücher #txt #steban the student communist

[peaches2217]

Okay, who kickstarted the return of the Mareach baby fever? Because I logically shouldn’t post even more Expectant/Parent Mareach when I literally just posted one such fic two days ago but DAMMIT NOW I’M IN A MOOD.

…in my defense, for all the crap I’ve posted, I still haven’t given my fankid a name. 😅

#I mean. she HAS a name! but it sucks and it’s corny as hell and everyone else’s fit a lot better #have y’all seen some of my fic titles? titles and names are NOT my strong suit #when I was 12 I made a fankid for tobe and jing-jing from pucca and I fucking named her DEBORAH #(all my love to the deborahs out there! it’s just… not a good name for the fankid of two korean-chinese characters. y’know) #I have only marginally improved in the fifteen years since then #also! remember that wip I posted last week that repeats the word ‘door’ like twenty-seven times in three paragraphs? #you guessed it! also an expectant mareach piece #then one about mario just tiredly babbling to his little girl to keep himself awake and peach eavesdropping because it’s the cutest thing #and then one where they debate whether firebrand will be passed onto their kids since it was a power gifted explicitly to mario #rather than innate magic passed through generations by birth like peach’s powers #and these are just the ones that I’ve got at least partially written. there’s so many more I keep coming up with and they all SUCK #heeeeeellllllppppp #peaches screams into the void

[pyrriax]

pyrr pyrriax is significantly less productive when it spends several hours just bouncing between vcs in pursuit of human interaction

#haunted ecosystem #i spent the last several hours just chilling muted in a vc with a few people i dont really Know but we're friendly so it works #bonus was playing on an mc server at the same time and immediately making it my goal to harass jack #i got caught in a self-instated death loop trying to get him to free my corpse from his claim PDVNDJK #however: i now have an area where i get to set up a farm and become a beast (spend several hours lost in farmer's delight) #its okay its better than the average of like 11 hour calls #i write significantly less when i'm being social and not just in my little hole in the wall scribbling random concepts #also i need to read more fic to get my brain going again since currently i am lacking in things kicking around in my skull #aside from a concerning amount of oc stuff that will likely never see the light of day beyond ocassional snippet posts #im planning to work on a few projects i just also need to. not have things i need to work on #im working on a gift fic thats a little late but i just need to Come Up With Something

[allastoredeer]

Hi! I just came from reading "Label everything in the refrigerator" and I am frothing at the mouth for your worldbuilding. As someone who always wanted the show to delve into those things, you take incredible care in showing us so many details of how hell could work and just a joy to read.

And if you don't mind, I would like to share some posts with you about the Rings of Hell and the demon races, these posts have some really interesting information and I hope they are helpful for your future fics.

Note: both publications are in Japanese but, from your internet browser, you can translate it to the language you prefer. I speak Spanish for example and I was able to understand almost everything.

— Seven Deadly Sins and The Rings of Hell: https://hemmy-jam.hatenablog.com/entry/2024/02/14/173208

— Demon races in Helluva Boss: https://hemmy-jam.hatenablog.com/entry/2022/09/12/181044

Lastly, thank you for sharing your fics with us and have a good day or night (I don't know what time it is D:)

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE ABSOLUTE TREASURE YOU HAVE DROPPED INTO MY LAP! ♥‿♥ I have been wanting to go so much deeper into the rings, and Pentagram City, but I wasn't sure where to go, and you just ;dkfnslknljb you gave me everything I need, thank you, thank you, thank you!

I intend to do so much more worldbuilding now that you've given me these building blocks to work with 🙏 I'm really glad you liked my worldbuilding for "Label Everything in the Refrigerator" I had a lot of fun coming up with the punishment for cannibals, and i actually have a few more sin specific punishments in mind, as well as a few sinner specific punishments. This is Hell, after all, and for the sinners it's designed to punish them.

This is going to make it so much easier to implement them and give me so many more ideas, so seriously, thank you so much!

I'm having a very great night! ^.^ And I hope you're having a good day/night as well!!

#seriously this is everything #I feel like you have just bestowed me a gift #I am holding it so gently in my hands #literally this chapter I'm working on RIGHT NOW goes a little more into Pentagram City's politics #so this literally couldn't have come at a better time #thank you thank you!!! #this is everything! #And im glad you liked my fic too :3 #I love me some worldbuilding #asks #anon #anonymous

[b1gwings]

i will soon be able to start working on my hot glenn holidays & galolio week art. i cannot fucking wait actually

#it's crazy just how much i've bene drawing these past couple weeks #i only have 3 more requests left to do #2 of which were requested by irl friends who r explicitly okay with their reqs being low priority #i cant wait to see my prompt for the dndads gift exchange too. that's going to be so fucking exciting #do yall think i shoudl write somehting??? it's been a while since i've written something for fun/for me #i've kind of been stewing over a naddpod OR dndads roadtrip/camping fic with fun forest monsters or whatever #kind of waiting to start taz amnesty for that or whatever but STILL #making it dndads is calling to me though... as much as i would love to honor the inspiration i've received from my naddpod mutuals imagine #the potential of making it dndads... the doodler is the forest cryptid #i'll write a naddpod thing evenutally probably... but this would be so good as a dndads fic #NOT TO MENTION my fucking stardew fic that i've abandoned #my sweetheart. i will come back to u i promise

[qourmet]

a belated bday gift for @floreswrites! fanart of this fic specifically

#mdzs #when a handsome man comes knocking at ur door with wedding gifts who are u to say no? #wangxian #fanart #my art #this is one of those ''you tried!'' @ me cos the longer i worked on it the more insecure & overthinker i Got #anyways please go love his fics cos i sure as shit do! #treat ur fanfic writers with lots of affection or else!! #ao3

[cowandcalf]

This is my fic rec tribute for Steve’s birthday🎉🎉🎂

The first rec is one of the most beautiful McDanno moments written by @stephmcx:

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The second rec is one of my all-time favorite McDanno stories told in such a stunning way it has me in tears. It’s „Months and Miles from Dreams“ by ellievoila. The story is locked and only accessible with an AO3 account, therefore no link.

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The third rec is also one of my go-to-places when I need pure and deep McDanno vibes. The story was written for the H50 Big Bang by ChiaCat:

Enjoy! 🎉🎉🎉

#h50 march 10 #h50 #steve mcgarrett #steve‘s birthday #fic rec #stephmcx #ellivoila #chiacat #three-ten challenge #there are more gifts coming

[burinazar]

It's a bit funny that to parts of my circles I'm 'the fandom one'/'the fanfic one'/'the shipping one' as the person they know most prominently into such things

because as much as i love writing my fics and shipping my ships my interest in both of those things is, I think, very narrow and specific compared to most people who are into them? due to my habits being like. very particular

#i think some ppl think of me as ahh my buddy who is always reading fanfic and i'm like. look. i would LIKE to be that. but i'm not #it's comically difficult to get me to sit down and read a new fanfic. for no discernable reason #the fandoms i like to read for don't even have big fic scenes but i've still checked out such a narrow portion of them #(and these fandoms are like. just a few. leaving aside MiA's dead tag. LOGH + T&B + Vorkosigan + ...anything else here would be a lie) #(Queen's Thief + Temeraire + TMA are on the backburner rn for reading fic but they were faves before yet i read SO little of what existed) #(everything else i just check out very occasionally or when directly recc'd) #i think mmmaaaybe 'my buddy who reads tons of fic' would be the case if there were new fics about the sages coming out every day #they're sort of a unique hyperfixation for me lol #but there are NOT. instead there are ((checks)) #four (4) english language belavue fics on AO3 that are not by me #AND two of them i would say do not actually have any ship content and were likely just tagged that to be safe #as far as non ship content there are ((checks again)) 21 English language fics tagged with Belaf and I wrote 13 of them ........ #(and 17 for Vueko and i wrote 10. two of the others barely mention her and shouldn’t be tagged lol) …guys i'm starving............ #ok you read to the bottom of the tags you get to hear a selfish wish #i kind of hope that someday...someone will...write some fic about the sages either because of me or for me #gen or ship it doesnt matter #but this kind of thing usually happens in AO3 exchanges though and there aren't ones in this fandom because the fic scene is so miniscule #i'm literally running one right now off AO3 but have a feeling it will end up being mostly art and also didn't put myself in as a requester #since the people participating have largely made stuff for me as gifts before and i have a glut of lovely work from them #and again that exchange will mostly end up being art i feel and not fic. but some other time... i still wish ... more fic... pleae..plaeabs #there are very specific reasons i don't want to host an MiA fic exchange through AO3. i can guess the kind of stuff some people will reques #(the kind of stuff that's already in the tag.) and it's not stuff i feel like moderating an exchange involving >_> so i won't #but god.. ... ..... someday......i hope....there can be an exchange where i ask for somethinga bout these people.............

[raayllum]

anyway shout out to @thosefiveadoraburrs​ and i like three years ago post-s3 when we started drafting a “teehee fan season four” fun fic that never got off the ground and while developing concepts for it, they / i was “hey wouldn’t it be creepy as fucking hell if post-cocoon aaravos looked like a child” 

anyway thank u s4 love u sweetie

#thosefiveadoraburrs #said fic never saw the light of day bc it had more plot required than we wanted to write but we were like #'haha would that be Fucked up or what?' #and then we get continually nailed in the face with the dodgeball gift of prophecy #forbidden op lore #s4 spoilers #arc 2 #predictions #predictions achieved #aaravos #unless lil fairyvos has a Man's face which is also somehow worse?? so we shall see #tdp spoilers #tdp #the dragon prince #god i wonder if i can find that doc #UPDATE: I FOUND THE DOC AND THE NOTES WITH THE DATE STAMP #dec 4th 2019 #dreams do come true #WISHLIST ACHIEVED #spiritydragons

[crybaby-bkg]

my family threw a party for me yesterday and it was soooo much fun!!! I felt so loved and celebrated, especially after being in such a slump for the past like six months 🥺🥺🥺

#at first I wanted it to be over LOL #bc I didn’t feel good about my looks #but I changed outfits a few times and more people started coming and it was so fun!!! #I definitely don’t like hard liquor but WINE AND SANGRIA????? baby #I was tearing them mfs UP!!!!!!!! #I also gagged at a Jell-O shot alsjdkdk it wasn’t that bad after a while tho #but it was so fun!!!! #I also got so many sweet gifts and monies and I am just. so content with life rn #best weekend I’ve had in a while :) #also I will be writing more in the next few days!! #I’ve been on a little hiatus bc of anticipating this weekend #but I started something short last night w touya and hopefully I’ll finish it today #and another kinda angsty thing w bkg and then a full fic :) #—in store chit chat! 🍫

[potentialheartofdarkness]

be my mistake

steddie | 4k words | holiday fluff | read on ao3

The first thing Steve noticed when he woke up was the pounding of the front door. The second, the bright light streaming through his curtains that made his head ache. The third, Eddie was snoring lightly in the bed next to him. His heart sped up a little in his chest and he willed it to relax. They’d shared a bed countless times, just because he was aware of this feeling now, doesn’t mean he has to act on it. He pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair as the knocking on the door came again. He shook Eddie’s shoulder, because there was no way he was dealing with whatever this was alone, and waited until he sat up quickly before exiting the room.

“What?” He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he opened the door and without even asking Dustin pushed past him into the house.

“I've been knocking for like thirty minutes, dude. Where have you been?” Steve lifted his hands before dropping them and closing the door behind him.

“Sleeping, like a normal person.” Steve grumbled, following Dustin back into his house and into the kitchen. “What did you need?” He grabbed two bowls from the counter and filled them both with cereal, ignoring Dustin’s puzzled look.

“Why do you have-” At that moment Eddie stumbled sleepily down the stairs and sat himself in a chair next to Dustin. Wordlessly Steve slid one of the bowls across the counter. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

“Realize what?” Eddie said between mouthfuls and Dustin just looked between him and Steve before clearing his throat.

Continue on ao3

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie au #steddie fluff #fluff #remy speaks #wrote this as a secret santa gift for twt #first thing i’m officially posting on ao3 #more to come!

[quirkle2]

yeah no i asked what i asked and i still . hated myself for imagining it bc i really hate that the idea that the loving and caring family the links have built isnt meant to stay AJSJSAJAHJ i say i love angst but really. i love hurt/comfort and yeah no theres barely any of the comfort . ask ouchy questions get ouchy answers on my part </3 but still ty for indulging me (i say with equal amount of tears) !!

so now i am sitting patiently like a kindergarden kid about to hear storytime . that storytime is your ranch au :>> please ramble as long as you like <33

NO NO UR SO VALID I TOTALLY GET IT imso sorry if i made u sad . i made ME sad. we're both sad :(

kicks my feet up into the air i will cheer us up mark my words

ranch au ...................my beloved and most cherished ranch au. a lotta people prolly have this idea but here is my interpretation of it i suppose

to sum it up rly quickly it's the boys not getting a permanent goodbye and Instead sticking together and going to live on time and malon's ranch happily ever after <333 that's it that's the plot GVEAIYGV

sometime after wars is exiled from castle town and he's had a bit to reflect, he realizes that he's not gonna have Any place to stay when they separate. he hates thinking about their inevitable goodbye in any capacity, but he knows that at some point he's gonna have to come to terms w the fact that he won't have them forever (he will.) and they'll have to say goodbye for good (no.)

he's . obviously very troubled by this in general but That on top of the exile has him stressed and upset and worrying about the future and how he'll even continue without them. the chain can See he's upset—of course he is, he was just betrayed by his "friends" and banned from his home, stripped of his title—and luckily, time comes to da rescue :)

time knows wars is worrying abt living situations n such on top of the Betrayal(tm), and he,,, offers him a place, at the ranch :) they both know very well that that might not be possible—fate drags them around as it is, and they doubt it'll be kind enough to allow wars such a luxury—but the offer is there, if they find that it's possible. and wars isso fucking touched by that that he nearly cries GVIAEYGV

fast forward to . The Inevitable. in this au they Do say their goodbyes, and they Do separate and branch off into their different eras. everything goes as it should, according to fate. everything goes well Except the fact that there's only 8 portals. wars' isn't there. and that just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

that kinda cements it in wars' head that he's truly been thrown away by his Entire Era. why else would fate not let him go back home? that means he's Truly not needed anymore, and just like artemis and impa, his world abandoned him when he stopped being useful. even fate says there's no point in going back. wars might as well not even exist there anymore

so he goes through time's portal instead. and for the next few days they live on the ranch and ,,try not to fall apart. time basically just lost seven of his fuckin boys, the one remaining one an absolute wreck and definitely working himself to the ground to keep his mind busy and Also to sate that fear that he'll be thrown out by time too if he's not useful enough (malon is more than welcoming to wars and so very happy to have him there and she'sso fuckin gentle w him u don't even know)

and for those few days, they both live w Giant holes in their chests. it feels utterly and dreadfully empty, to just continue life after a loss that great. they're both constantly reminded of the other boys and neither of them are sleeping much at all; wars and ledge were So incredibly close and wars constantly misses him every fuckin moment and all the work he's doing around the ranch is not doin a goddamn thing to distract him from it. time has to stop him from overworking himself too hard multiple times

but one night time's lyin in bed, unable to sleep and Feeling Empty, and then wars is suddenly banging on his and malon's bedroom door. he drags them outside—wars has his sword on him, that's not a good sign—and lo behold, when they step onto the porch, there is a portal in front of their house. just,,,,,,, sitting there. waiting

call it magic or a sixth sense of sorts, but for some reason, Both of them know this isn't a simple calling for another adventure. they just,,, know it in their bones. this isn't that. somehow, somewhere in their minds, time and wars both understand what fate is offering them

they quickly pack, fully arming themselves just in case they're wrong, and they say goodbye to malon in hopes that they'll only be gone a few days or so (they,,, hope to god)

they r dropped in skyloft. so far, promising

they track down sky. he bursts into tears at the sight of them GVUYEAGV at first he thinks it's another adventure, and they say while they can't Promise it's not, they r pretty sure—"like . 80% sure"— that it's smth else entirely. the Opposite, rly

sky goes w them. next up is four, a tearful reunion ensues, same explanation is given. it repeats and repeats and repeats until they,, eventually have everybody :) Everybody is back together—and yes, wars and ledge did run to each other and absolutely Tackle the other

one last portal stands before them. they don't know for sure it's the last one, but they Hope. they hope to god. they all,, hold their breaths and walk through it .

and they r deposited right back where they'd left at the ranch

there is . a sort of strange, underlying apprehension that resides w the sheer Holy Shit We're Together and Home. it's the fear—mostly and justifiably felt by legend, since he's experienced,, what, 7 journeys now ? give or take—that fate is simply gathering them together at a safe spot just to get ready to throw them into smth else

in reality they Can't know what the Entities behind these portals r doing, what their intentions are. they can only assume. but ultimately, even though legend honestly doesn't think his body can Make it through another adventure, if he's dragged into another one and it's w These idiots ? he'd go, and risk destroying his body and mind a lot more in the process, just to spend more time w them. it's not the ,, best circumstances to spend time w ur family, but hey . when else is fate gonna let him do it

malon sees them all back in one piece and races for them, and that's sorta the thing they need to snap out of their little shell-shocked trances and Celebrate. it's . a very big emotional rollercoaster GVYEAGV they cry and laugh and holler and while they're all distantly aware there is a chance this isn't the end of their journeys and there's more to go, they still celebrate. they're back together. gang's all here

and this lets the boys be boys. they all get to live in a normal household (as,, normal as a house full of traumatized heroes can get) w PARENTAL FIGURES . HALLELUJAH. and the younger boys get to be kids and the older boys gets to catch up on a childhood that was taken from them. they get to be normal people

eventually time expands the ranch house to accommodate them. it is a very big change—malon: "there are 8 extra people in my house and i love them all dearly but also there are 8 extra people in my house."—and yeah they definitely struggle to adjust a bit, but eventually everything calms and settles and it's Peaceful. they live peaceful lives, for once

AND YES I . I KNOW THIS HAS MANY MANY HOLES IN IT. but frankly my dear i do not give a damn HVGIEAGVA don't think about how all of them effectively left their families to join a different one. don't think abt that. they visit . it is canon in my eyes that the portals occasionally appear and let them visit their families. it's absurd but have u been paying attention ? so is everything else GVIEAYGV

ofc it's not all flowers n rainbows. they all just went through the fucking ringer w this last journey, and for people like legend who barely had any time in between each adventure to process the trauma, he's got,,,, a lot of catching up to do. they all struggle w a lot of different things, and even several months in they r still learning each others' boundaries when it comes to living in the same household

legend doesn't unpack his bag until 2 months in because he's fully convinced it's not over and he wants to be ready and packed when another portal comes to yank him from reality. hyrule's never,, lived in a home like this and he feels a bit out of place and unsure of what the etiquette is. twi in particular is absolutely terrified of the possibility that they could be dragged into smth else or separated again. both bc he's dealt w this before—being separated from midna between realms—and bc time, well.... the hero's shade thing is another can of worms entirely.

wars is still terrified he'll be thrown out despite the numerous reassurances from time, malon, And the others that they'd never. even though he had several years between the end of the war and the beginning of lu, a Few Years is not enough time to process and even Begin to heal from all the trauma that came from that war. he's still paranoid. he can't go outside at night, even within the safety of the ranch fences—yes, he'll admit he's developed a fear of the dark over the years, terrified of traitors lunging at him from alleyways or from around corners

they all still take time to spar outside, working hard to hone skills, and when time gently reminds them that they don't Need to do that anymore, they all ,, look so shocked and dumbfounded. a lot of them still keep emergency potions in their bags that they take to town. several of them r armed at all times w Some sort of weapon on them, even in the house

legend is still in Adventure Mode and keeps buying useful tools for journeys he might need, even though he's never going on one again. wild realizes that he doesn't have to mold his recipes around what will give them all the biggest buff in strength or defense; they don't need that anymore. he can just make whatever tastes the best w Whatever he wants

u get it. they all slowly learn to Live, instead of survive. they help each other heal in a safe environment, in a world they no longer have to babysit. time has his boys again. gang's all here

#qktalks #soul-of-rei #suncaster au #tw trauma #trauma tw #for da angst at the end there. if i need to add any more tags please do tell me ! #I GOT SEVERAL ASKS... urging me to yell abt the ranch au #pspspsppspspsp y'all over here pspsppsspsppssp #IM SORRY IF I MADE PEOPLE SAD W THE LAST ASK . IMSO SORRY #i made myself sad too . deadass teared up when typing it out i cannot Handle wars being that sad #dw tho ranch au gotchu covered #wars is 100% the Happiest he's ever been in his life when the ranch au comes around #the most content he's ever felt. even when starting to process all that trauma #overall he's just . so much better #many of my drawings and fics r made w the ranch au in mind btw. im obsessed w it #i simply have never mentioned it before out of nervousness <3 #maybe not so much the fics in like a tangible visible sense but i do think abt it when im writing #and i think abt what impact Insert Fic Here would have on the ranch au and it's just a fun time yaknow #! TRADE OFFER ! u receive: qpps wars and ledge ranch au. i receive: nothing this isn't a trade this is a Gift #the uhhhhhh sleepy morning w da qpp drawing takes place in the ranch au . i love them #i've THOUGHT abt writing a fic for this au but it'd be one of those rly long ongoing ones #or maybe like . a series of shorter snippets rather than a continuous narrative #idk <3 #i Adore writing dialog and like general vibes tho . and that's what that fic would be made of so GVIEAYGV

[zukkaoru]

“Kugisaki?” A lump settles in the back of Yuuji’s throat. “But she’s—” “Unconscious?” Maki finishes. She turns and begins walking away, not checking to make sure Yuuji follows. “As good as dead? Probably never going to wake up?” Her shoulders drop, and her voice is much softer when she says, “I know. You don’t have to come with if it’ll be too hard, but…” But it’s a chance to say a proper goodbye.

or: a one-sided reunion

2.5k words | gen | rated t written for @itadoriweek22 day 2: reunion

#itadoriweek22 #hello friends i come bearing gifts (more jjk fic) #also there is like. a slightly hopeful ending #kugisaki isn't dead!! #it's just. ambiguous whether or not she survives #anyway i hope you all enjoy <333 #yuuji itadori #itadori yuji #nobara kugisaki #jjk yuuji #jjk itadori #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #maki zenin #jjk spoilers #grace's writing tag

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What's your interpretation of the weird/annoyed look Five gets on his face when Tegan announces that she wants to rejoin the TARDIS at the end of Arc of Infinity? I know it was probably meant to be played for laughs, but it annoys me every time i watch that episode and i'm curious what headcanons people have about it.

My favourite thing I've read about it pointed out that the cybermen specifically used Tegan as a weakness against five, that she's what it took to manipulate him (and through no fault of either of them, Adric's death was part of those consequences.) The novelisation really goes in to the descriptions of the doctor transfixed with the blood running down Tegan's chin from her bitten lip, the building tension as the cybermen get closer and closer to killing her and he's shaking trying to hold himself back from admitting his hearts are so easy to twist, just by threatening his friends. (Does Nyssa ever leave the TARDIS when it's on the spaceship? The cybermen don't even know she exists til they come onboard do they?)

As for why he looks so annoyed? hmmm. Does anyone want someone around that constantly needles them? Really, I think pre Arc of Infinity that even though Tegan had chosen to stay, they still had that power imbalance or even just tension between them that she had not come on board willingly. So five is expecting that to be the continuing, I don't know, continuing manner between them and it hadn't been good. It had its moments (mainly in the audios) but as an arrangement it was not ideal as friends to explore the universe together, all that terrible beauty and awesome monsters.

But it doesn't continue on in that manner - oh they bicker and make faces at each other, sure, but Tegan's conscious decision to step back onto the TARDIS irons out those imbalances, removes that bitterness and the past of her aunt's death. So when he makes that wee face, it's in expectation of the previous status quo. And never let it be said that Tegan's one to do exactly what's expected of her.

Anyway I really hope this makes sense and I may add some more thoughts later but it's 1:50 am Christmas Eve and I couldn't sleep for thinking about this.

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It's 2am I'm back. I feel like there's also this uneasiness in five about tegan, that mirror that no one likes being held up to themselves. Their similarities but the starkly different ways they express them must be exhausting to five. and here she is back again. To push and prod and challenge and be brashly beautifully glorious. wait. that last bit was the two am shipper coming out. Anyway they draw strength and resolve and anger from each other and Tegan was vital to five, from his first moments till his very last.

#again sorry if it's not coherent but it's been a WEEK. and it's still going. #look away if you're not interested because whatever it's my boring life stuff but. worked sunday and tuesday. thursday my boss texted me #did i want to go up to the next largest city flights and accomodation paid and worked for two weeks at their branch of our shop. #(i said no thank you but holy sht.) and that whole day we'd been taking the house apart looking for dads santa outfit for reading #night before christmas to the kids. utterly gone. nowhere to be found. sister said she had one so we were like oof we can relax it's fine. #sister did not in fact have one. so we took the house apart again. still not here. friday i went out and bought the fabric and fur to Make #one (six straight hours work on the jacket alone) and the kids come up to decorate their trees. #oh! and! when i went in to work to buy the fur (i can only purchase stuff of managers it's store policy) she was like. you can't leave the #shop. stay here. and i went no???? have i done something wrong??? but another manager came down and the managers had put together little #Christmas gift bags for everyone which is so sweet because i still feel like I'm there on sufferance even though it's been like 4 months. #but then. seven o'clock or so when i was still cutting up panne velvet i get an email from the boss who offered me the chch opportunity - #he's now quitting his position at our store. two weeks notice. so I'm stressed about that because we had a good thing going where he'd text #me once a week. we'd arrange extra shifts and that was it. what if the new store manager sucks or hates me or something?? #and I've got like five half finished advent fics but i just. don't have the spoons between work tired and c19 brain fog and christmas tired #anyway none of this is about five and Tegan I'm so sorry i just need about ten more weighted blankets on me. #five #tegan #an ask a palpable ask #srsly i love being asked about them or any dw opinions you are so wonderful in my eyes #tbh the advent fics are getting to the point i might just post them all the way through January and when i write little ficlets. people #seem vaguely to be enjoying them but trying to do a December thing was a bit much. #I've just realised this week was even longer. last Saturday we spent the whole day out of town with the kids. and Tuesday we went out of #town to do the stuff we'd planned to do before we had to babysit them on our planned trip day. jfc no wonder I can't brain straight

[synonymroll648]

Hello! How's nanowrimo going? Is it going? (Yes this very is much an invitation to rant about things not working the way you want them to work)

I haven't written anything yet and my goal is a mere 5k words because i know i'll be lucky if i get that far lol. Although i do have my first scioly invitational in two weeks so either i'll die from having to be at school at 6am or it'll be good research

Also 🐸. If you want. And you have a nice snippet in mind.

it sure is going!! i'm getting in less words per day than i'm used to, but i think i can make myself adjust to pushing for higher word counts. other than that, as i'm still in territory where i've done the research on the location, yes, things are going good :) sokeefitz is three dorks that are infatuated with each other just being themselves around one another and they make me happy :)

would you like to do a writing exchange? where we both try to write for set word counts and then pop into each other's ask boxes for snippets of each other's wips? i have a feeling it might be better if you pop into my ask box, but yeah. only if you want to! and/or have time to! you can set the word goal if you wanna do it.

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"Now, here's the more important question," Keefe clapped his hands in the air, torso twitching like he wanted to sit up but decided against it at the last second. Tiny, tiny bits of dirt fell out of the soles of his converse as he wiggled his feet around. "Do I still need to do my time as a table, or am I forgiven?" 

#the table jokes have expanded a lot more than i expected. the table jokes weren't even something i had in mind when thinking of this part #of the story. i just threw it in on a whim and idk man this is just the gift that keeps on giving #no you don't get table joke context. you have to wait for the fic to get published. which'll be a while #but if table jokes get cut (if they will i will be Very Sad) you can come and demand an explanation and i'll give it to you #after reading the finished published fic #sokeefitz roadtrip fic #wip frog ask game #ask #squishmallow36