#new fic who dis

[minim236]

I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

M, Gothic themes, Witch!Kate and Witch!Sophie

Kate Sharma will never regret what she is to do. Her mother always warned about using magic to harm, the danger of upsetting the balance. But she did not care, for he deserves what she had planned. 

#bridgerton #bridgerton fic #spooktober #kathony #kanthony fic #well gothic!kathony #kate sharma #edwina sharma #sophie beckett #anthony bridgerton #benophie #new fic who dis #witch lit #witch fic

[the-furthest-city-light]

New fic coming out on the 28th and she is! So fluffy!

(No this is not the spill your wine sequel I am sorry I know people have been waiting)

#new fic who dis #I actually don't know she's currently untitled #wendy I'm hoping you enjoy it #guys I kind of sort of mostly hit my word count goal #miracles do happen #god may in fact be real #this fic is even Kate safe! #it is also going to be zolu #ofc #fanfic #untitled op fic

[danger-r-98-5]

FIC SNIP MONDAY!

MORSTON TRUCKER/BIKER AU (because I have a type lol(John isn't actually mentioned in the snip))

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Bikes were lined up in front of the bar, two deep and twelve long, looking damn near like an entire club but it didn’t bother Arthur.

Much like truckers, bikers were treated poorly on the roads, he always tried his best to be aware of them and in all his years of driving he had never had a problem with them. The fact that this year’s long record would be broken that night was something he couldn’t even think to comprehend.

As he stepped inside the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke washed over him, the standard smell of any small-town bar with an undercurrent of sweat and vomit from them that drank a little too much. Despite being a small-town bar, the place was rather crowded with men and women dressed in leather, t'shirts and flannels similar to his own, he fit right in, in more ways than one.

He deftly maneuvered his way to the bar, in one of the few spaces still available between a burly man and one who appeared strung out muttering thought Arthur couldn’t hear what over the noise of the bar.

He waited for the bartender to notice him before ordering a whisky, tossing it back and then ordering a second one to sip at.

The burn of the liquor was a false warmth but one he would gladly accept in part with the raddling and rambling of the other bar patrons, the cajoling laughter and shouted conversations, it reminded him of a time long passed, times better left forgotten by the end of his second whisky.

Knowing that if he ordered another he might as well order a full fucking bottle, he requested a beer instead, it wouldn’t add to his buzz or leave him hungover. A happy middle ground that allowed him to continue to enjoy the warmth of the bar rather than returning to the cold of his truck.

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#morston #arthur morgan #rdr2 #new fic who dis #biker/trucker #modern day

[annelesbonny]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 长月烬明 | Till the End of the Moon (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Li Susu/Tantai Jin Characters: Li Susu, Tantai Jin, Zhao You (Till the End of the Moon) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Episode 35 missing scene, Fix-It of Sorts, in my mind nothing bad happens after this the end Summary:

Li Susu wakes to a world that has discovered Tantai Jin's connection to the Devil God. She rushes to his rescue.

“Cang Jiumin will never become the Devil God.” Her words ring out clearly; she will not be misunderstood. Although she speaks to the cultivators behind her, she looks into Tantai Jin’s eyes.

I told you I believed in you. Let me prove it.

#new fic who dis #I haven't completed a fic in three years so I'm yeeting this into the void and running away #till the end of the moon #cyjm #chang yue jin ming #writing adventures

[chrononautintraining]

pale shadows of forgotten names Fandom: The Untamed Pairing: wangxian Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 5,038 Chapter 2/14: toasting the moon On the night of their wedding in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji takes a drink. Can Wei Wuxian keep him out of trouble?

#chrononautical writes #wangxian #the untamed #new fic who dis #fandom trumps hate

[chenqing9]

I Don’t Know Myself (3486 words) by Chenqing_9 Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky Characters: Otabek Altin, Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva, Nikolai Plisetsky, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky's Mother Additional Tags: Trans Yuri Plisetsky, Psychological Trauma, Otabek on house arrest, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, deadnaming, incarceration, Otabek in jail, Masturbation, Requited Unrequited Love Summary: A depressing little AU about two traumatized boys in love. Who knows how it will end? VERY IMPORTANT mind the tags- I didn’t use archive warnings because it’s past-tense implied rape but it’s for sure heavily implied so please be aware. If this is incorrect and I should use an archive warning please let me know I will change it. Hoping for a short fic like 3 chapters max, bear with me. “I don’t mind if you try once in a while And I don’t mind if I cry once in a while The doors aren’t shut as tight as they might seem I’m just trying to fight my way out of this dream” -The Who, ‘I Don’t Know Myself’

#Well that happened #new fic who dis #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #otayuri #Traumatizing the poor boys #More soon I hope #ao3 fanfic #yuri on ice fanfic

[overheardatthecontinental]

#new fic who dis #john wick #i'm back baby

[emphaticembroiderer]

#imodna #ao3 link #new fic who dis

[bluejay-writes]

Sae My Name - Chapter 1; Funhouse Mirror

What if the prime minister stole one of the Choi siblings from the hospital, and raised that child to think they were an only? What happens when she runs away to live her own life, and just happens to get led to Rika's apartment? Shenanigans, that's what.

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Mature Chapter 1 Wordcount: 3133 Pairings: MC (Jin) / Vanderwood, other background ships. Notes: This fic is focused around a trans MC, which plays a big role in her story. She is the focus character, though the rest of the RFA and side characters do play a part. You can also read this on Ao3, updating every Monday.

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Jin pulled her heavy red curls up off her neck and sighed. The summer heat was starting to get to her, but there was no way she was cutting her hair. Every time she did, people started calling her ‘sir’ again and she was not into that life, thanks.

“Excuse me.” A voice called out from behind her. “Are you Saejin Choi?”

Dropping her hair, Jin turned and blinked at the man in a three piece suit and sunglasses. Bodyguard. He sure stood out here on campus. She shook her head.

“Sorry, no.” She said, tipping her head just slightly. “Does she go here?”

Here, of course, was SKY University, which was huge.

“He. Yes, sorry. If you ever meet a boy with your hair color and gold eyes, tell him his father is looking for him, please.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Jin said, plastering a fake smile on her face before heading off in some random direction.

Fuck. He knows where I am. Time to move again.

On the windowsill of her favorite coffee shop, a phone buzzed. No one had been in the shop except her for more than an hour. Some poor soul had lost their phone and probably had no idea it was here. Maybe it was that blonde? Impulsively, Jin reached out and picked it up. There was a text message displayed on the screen.

If you’re reading this, please bring my phone to me!

There was an address and a door code. Jin sighed. She really didn’t want to go somewhere that a random abandoned phone told her to go. It would probably be smart to just hand it to the barista and head home. She had a limited amount of time to pack a bag and disappear again, and while she hadn’t found a new place to be yet a single bag to carry with her backpack wouldn’t be too suspicious. As she turned to pack up her computer and do exactly that she caught the eye of a bodyguard waiting out front, different from the one earlier, and noticed yet another one at the counter talking to the barista.

Shit. Okay. Out through the kitchen it is. Better to just leave behind everything that I can live without.

She tucked the abandoned phone into her pocket and sat there another minute or two ostensibly doing homework before getting up and heading to the bathroom, her laptop and cellphone sitting on her table. She had her wallet in her pocket and that lost phone, she may as well go to the suspect apartment - they’d have no reason to look for her there.

As she walked down the street a ways away from the coffee shop, she looked back. The bodyguard was still looking in the window at where she’d left her things. Good.

Jin knocked on the door. No response. Guess she’d have to use the door code. A few keypresses later, and the door swung open to an apartment so lavish she felt herself checking over her shoulder for more of her father’s goon squad.

She called out into the apartment but only silence greeted her. When she looked back down at the phone she realized that there was a chat there… and it knew her name.

Jin has entered the chat Yoosung★: STRANGER ALERT WEKRJEKWLJR! Yoosung★:  Yoosung★: ??????????? Who are u??? Jumin Han: Who is this? Jaehee Kang: Jin? How did you get in here? ZEN: ?? Who the hell is that? I think it’s a girl. V: … 707: Hold on, their location… 707: Hey, how’d you get inside Rika’s apartment? ZEN: Whaaat? Jaehee Kang: Even we don’t know where it is… The location is top secret. ZEN: How did she get in there?! Jin: Who are you people?! Yoosung★: That’s what we’d like to ask you! Jin: How does it know my name?! Jin: I was just trying to return this phone, it’s not even mine! Jin: How did I get invited to this chatroom?!! Jin: What in the world is going on??? 707: It’s Rika’s phone for sure, so I can’t pull up any other info. Yoosung★: Huh? I thought V had all of Rika’s things. Did she lose it? 707: How did you get into that apartment? Jin: I was given an address and a code. 707: I checked the security cam in the hallway, Jin is totally a girl. Jin: You can see me?! 707: And a cute one at that!! V: I don’t think she’s dangerous. I’ll go meet her myself. V: Jin, meet me at the cafe next to the building in 30 minutes. 707: V, I’m coming along. V: That’s unnecessary. 707: Too bad, I have something I need to check myself. Jin: Um. Okay. I’ll be waiting I guess?

Jin sipped the tea she’d gotten at the cafe and fidgeted with the phone in front of her. It wasn’t hers, but she literally had nothing to do but wait and she’d rather sip tea for half an hour at a cafe than sit in someone else’s apartment.

Even though she knew that her father’s goon squad were looking for her, she still pulled her distinctive hair up into a ponytail. Her fringe hanging in her face was enough, thanks. If only I could dye this mess, but it just won’t take the dye.

The bell above the door jingled and Jin looked up to see the teal-haired human she’d been expecting from V’s profile picture, but beside him was an unruly mop of red hair with suspiciously narrowed gold eyes behind danger-tape glasses. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror. She immediately stood and took two steps back.

“Jin?” V said, and that’s when she noticed the sunglasses, combined with the fact that he wasn’t reacting to the resemblance between herself and the man at his side. He seemed to be blind, like Mr. Kim, one of the guest lecturers they’d had in her photography class last semester. Wait, was this the photographer?

“I’m here.” She said, internally cursing herself for not learning how to disguise her own voice as she saw V tense slightly at her response.

“I’m not playing tricks on you, V.” The other redhead said from his side.

“Oh. That’s interesting, then, Luciel.” V said as he took a seat at her table.

“Who… are you?” Jin said, still two steps back from the table.

“Luciel Choi.” He said, holding out a hand to shake, which she did - though she was shaking more than enough without adding a handshake to it, but whatever.

“Jin.” She said, deciding that giving him more information was a bad idea until she knew whether he was working for her, no their, father. She was sure now he was related.

“Jin.” V said quietly. “Do you have a surname?”

“V.” Luciel said, his tone a warning, “I don’t think you want to push that right now.”

Shit, can he read my mind, too?

Luciel turned a smirking look her direction. “No, I’m not reading your mind, you just have no poker face.”

Jin sighed, and sat down, emptying her tea mug all at once as if it were a shot of alcohol before setting it back on the table with a thunk.

“I’m too sober for this. Who are you, why am I here, and should I be running for my life?” she pushed the phone across the table. “This is the phone, you can have it back.”

“We’re the RFA, a charity group. You’re here because someone got our old party coordinator’s phone and information to you then led you to her home and office. And you’re free to leave, but I get the feeling that you didn’t ask all of your questions yet.” V said, and Jin sighed. “So.. I’m going to go order drinks, and maybe you can ask Luciel whatever it is you two aren’t saying with me here.”

V got up and walked slowly up to the counter.

Jin sighed.

“You work for my father, right?” she said, watching the golden eyes across from her so closely that she saw the moment of shock in them.

“Fuck no.” He said. “How old are you, Ms. Choi?”

Jin sighed. “21. 22 next week.”

“June 11th.” Luciel said, deadpan, and it was Jin’s turn to be surprised.

“How did you—“

“You’re close, but you’re no replacement for us.”

“Replacement? Us?”

“I had no idea he was so desperate to steal us away that he’d groom a replacement child. Hair’s a perfect match but the eyes are off by a country mile.”

“These are contacts.” Jin said, not sure why she was sharing that much, but being called a replacement had hit her in a way she wasn’t prepared to cope with. No one should have had to go through what she went through. And if she was a replacement… what had they gone through?

“Ohho, even better. Brown under there, I bet.” Luciel said smugly, and Jin seethed.

She reached up and slid one of her contacts aside to show him the gold hiding behind the green plastic before blinking it back into place. She didn’t dare just take one out, she didn’t have anywhere to put it or any solution to rinse it before putting it back in.

“Fuck.” Saeyoung said quietly but full of emotion, as V sat back down at the table.

“Why are you taunting me like this?” She said roughly. “Do you think I want this life? Constantly looking over my shoulder for his fucking goon squad to come and take me back to that hell? I’m not pulling some elaborate prank here. I just want to live.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she looked anywhere but at Luciel.

“Long-lost sister?” V asked, sliding a tea refill and a cookie across the table to Jin.

“I don’t have any sisters.” Luciel said. “Mom used to talk about how father stole our brother from her, but I was mostly sure she couldn’t tell us apart and thought we were one child most of the time. Why am I saying any of this?”

“Because you’re looking in a funhouse mirror and the entire world seems like it fell on its head?” Jin offered, her voice shaking. “That’s how I’ve felt since you walked in, and I’ve definitely shared way more than is safe for me to have done. Listen, you don’t have to trust me about any of this and it’s probably safer if you don’t, but at least listen about his goons being out looking for me and keep your head down for a bit. Our hair is a beacon.” 

Luciel made a noncommittal noise, and Jin sighed.

“Look, I should go.” She stood, and started to push in her chair before V spoke up.

“At least drink your tea and eat your cookie?” V said, in such a persuasive yet calm tone that Jin plopped back into her chair like a boneless fish.

Ugh, why am I even here? I should be trying to reclaim my things from the coffee shop, or seeing if I can sneak back into the apartment to grab clothes to lay low under a bridge for a bit. Instead I’m sitting here with low-budget daredevil and my creepy hacker doppelganger.

“Jin.” V said quietly, pushing the phone back across the table at her. “You should keep this. So you can chat with the members more.”

Jin looked at the phone, and at V, before remembering he couldn’t see her thinking. “Why does that seem like a good idea? You don’t know me. I don’t know you, and I’m only going to be a bother to him.” She gestured at Luciel, irritated.

“Because someone wanted you to have that phone. To meet us. And until we figure out who and why, the safest thing we can do is play along. Besides, Jumin’s already taken a liking to you.”

Luciel looked startled. Jin thought back over the small chat conversation, and shook her head.

“I didn’t really talk to anyone enough for someone to take a liking to me.” She said bluntly.

“No, but you said enough that Jumin is determined you’re interesting and honest, and he wants to meet you.”

“V, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Luciel said.

V sighed. “Just take the phone, Jin. Use it or don’t, up to you.”

Jin nodded, not feeling up to arguing further with a blind man. As she took a sip of her tea, Luciel pulled his phone out - it had been buzzing apparently.

“Hey Yoosung. Yeah, I’m still with Jin and V. Oh. Hang on, let me ask.”

“Hey, quick question.” He turned to her, and not to V, and she blinked. “You didn’t happen to abandon an entire table of technology and homework at the Study Bean on campus, did you?”

Jin winced. “I did. How…”

Luciel waved her question aside and focused on his phone again.

“Yeah, it’s our Jin’s.”

“…”

“You have it?”

“…”

“Sweet, can I give her your address?”

“…”

“Okay, see you soon, Yoosung.”

Luciel hung up the phone and met her eyes.

“So, wanna go on a field trip to get your things? Yoosung claimed they were his because some sketchy dudes kept eyeing them, and caught your name on one of the assignments.”

Jin cursed. Of course she’d managed to get some poor innocent college kid involved in this mess. This was why she didn’t get to have friends.

“He could be in trouble. Those were Father’s…” Jin cut herself off, biting her lip. “Give me that address, I need to…”

“Yeah, I thought you might say that. Yoosung’s a smart kid, don’t worry. And I’m taking you there. You’ll have to forgive me - I don’t trust you with Yoosung yet.”

Jin cursed under her breath.

“Fine. I hope you’re right about how smart this kid is.”

Jin looked at the car that Luciel led her to and froze. 

“No.” She said succinctly and turned to leave.

“Hold on, Sis.” He said, moving closer but not getting between her and the exit.

“I bought this car with my own hard earned money. You’re not going to look down on my babe just because you think I shouldn’t have money, are you?”

“Your babe?” Jin laughed. “Ugh. Fine. I always wanted to ride in a Herrari. Just know this goes against my better judgment.”

Sitting in the sports car made Jin feel even more out of place.

“What are we going to tell Yoosung?” She asked quietly, and Luciel sighed.

“Depends. He’s going to pick up on the awkwardness right away.”

“V picked up on the awkwardness and as far as I could figure, he’s blind. This damn hair is a dead giveaway.”

“Well, yeah. Yoosung’s cute, but he’s also an idiot. He’s likely to think we dated or something.”

“Agh, god, no.” Jin paused. “I mean no offense, but gah.”

“I feel similarly. I always wondered what it would be like to have a sister.”

Jin grumbled something under her breath, and Luciel glanced her way but didn’t ask.

“Seven!!” The blonde behind the door launched at Luciel the moment he opened the door, and Jin watched with one eyebrow raised as her brother (gods that is still weird to think about) picked him up and spun him about before setting him back down out of the way of the door.

Yoosung’s eyes automatically tracked to hers, and Jin got to see as his eyes widened to look at her. Ah. Shit. I thought Luciel said he was an idiot though… also we totally have had classes together, and he never reacted then… okay, maybe he really is an idiot…

“Seven! You brought a cute girl! Is this Jin? Jin’s a girl?! You both have the same hair! I’m jealous. Maybe I should dye mine red.”

“Calm down, Yoosung.” Luciel said, and Jin smirked.

“Hi.” She said. “I’m Jin. You rescued my stuff?”

“I did! Why did you leave it all behind? This is a really nice laptop!”

Yoosung turned and grabbed her backpack which had all of her things carefully packed back in it.

“Uh…” Jin didn’t know how to explain anything at all to Yoosung without getting him in more trouble. “Reasons.” She said, finally.

“Oh!” Yoosung said, like something clicked. “Do you work with Seven? That would explain why he wanted to meet up with you and V.”

Jin looked at Luciel, who seemed to be doing some extensive mental calculations.

“She looked like someone I knew, is all.” Luciel said, finally. “But who knows, anything can happen!”

Jin chuckled. No it couldn’t. She was about to drop off the face of the planet.

“Do you want to game? Or watch something? I never get to see Seven anymore, and…”

Jin shook her head, and Seven apologized.

“Sorry, Yoosung. Those sketchy dudes think Jin is someone she isn’t, and we don’t want to get you in trouble too.”

“Aw, dang. LOLOL later though?”

“It’s raid night, of course I’ll be there.”

“So, are you two an item?” Jin asked when they were back in the car.

“No. No no no.” Luciel said, laughing. “We’re just good friends.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry.”

“Why’d you ask, do you like Yoosung?”

Jin blushed. “No, I… I mean he’s super cute, but I’m not…”

Luciel laughed, a ridiculous grin on his face.

“You’re fun to tease, Jin.”

“Shut up, Luciel!” Jin said, her blush seemingly a permanent fixture.

After another few minutes of awkward silence, he sighed.

“Saeyoung.” He said, softly.

“What?”

“My name. It’s Saeyoung.”

“Oh. So Luciel is…”

“My baptismal name.”

“You’re Catholic?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Huh. Cool. I’m Saejin. Nice to meet you, Saeyoung.” A name for a name. It’s only fair. And the Sae… yeah, they were definitely siblings.

“No one else knows it so… stick to Luciel, or Seven if you’d rather.”

“Ooh, I like Seven better. You just keep calling me Jin and we’re even.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Seven asked, almost quietly enough that she missed it.

“What is it?”

“Don’t disappear? I already lost one brother, I can’t lose my sister too.”

Fuck. How did he know? Now I have to figure out what I can do to stay safe and not disappear… though to be honest having someone who knows who I am and still accepts me… it’s really nice.

“I’ll try not to. It’s hard right now with father’s goons close on my tail.”

“You can stay with me, if that’s safe enough.” Seven offered.

My choices here are to give in and trust my older brother 100%, or to run and run now. Trust it is.

“I don’t want to risk your home.”

“It’s a fucking bunker, it’s probably fine.”

“Oh. Well, okay then.”

“Good, ‘cause we’re here.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #triplet au #new fic who dis #vanderwood x mc #sae my name

[zwritestuff]

i know nothing else (she resides in my heart)

He throws the damn money at the storage, but it won’t give him his ice. Krohnen shoves the bills everywhere, tries to pull the handle so the door will open, to no avail. It’s fucking frustrating. Angel is up there, probably on the brink of death, and she needs something cold to not die and he can’t even get this damn storage to give him some ice!

Krohnen kicks the storage, frustrated and confused and scared, which only angers him more because he’s supposed to be fearless, damn it! He’s supposed to keep Angel safe, which he’s failing to do as of now, and all because of some ice! Krohnen can’t help it, his arm starts to pulsate, vibrating with it’s own life and he almost snaps against a fucking ice storage.

(or: Angel is so sick she might as well be dying and Krohnen doesn't really know how to function without Angel guiding him through the world.)

AO3 | FF.net

#kof #king of fighters #angel kof #k9999 kof #my fanfiction #ayeeee hello #new fic who dis

[johnconstantinesdick]

I get the criticism of the Hunters of Artemis from a narrative perspective—it sucks that it essentially boots interesting female characters out of the story—but it always baffles me when people viciously hate Artemis for *checks notes* doing damage control.

Like. Thalia explicitly goes with Artemis to avoid the prophecy, and I definitely think that’s the reason Artemis tried so hard to get her to join—hell, you can view the hunters trying to recruit Annabeth as a way to get Thalia to join. And Bianca? You can’t convince me that Artemis didn’t guess there was something up there and react accordingly.

If Percy or Nico were even a little bit girl-adjacent you bet your ass she would be all over them to join. No one actually wants to risk the Great Prophecy happening, and Artemis is doing a hell of a lot more to stop it than anyone else.

#riordanverse #pjo #percy jackson #Artemis pjo #hunters of artemis #crack fic idea: Poseidon and Zeus have broken the oath several times before Thalia Jason and Percy. Artemis has just been hauling ass across #the country each time it happens. they have been so fucking lucky that their kids have been girl or girl-adjacent so far. #Artemis gets her info from Apollo (who gets pinged whenever a new potential prophecy child is born) #the hunters weren’t at westover to hunt thorn or even recruit Thalia. they were ACTUALLY there because Artemis got a text from her brother #like ‘lol the di angelo kids are out of the lotus hotel’ #and Artemis is like gods FUCKING damnit hades I thought we had an understanding #OTHER fic idea: Bianca joins the hunters in the 30s and Nico goes to the casino alone #OTHER OTHER fic idea: Artemis can tell people’s gender sometimes before they can and now she has to crack trans Percy’s egg before she turns #sixteen so she’ll agree to join the hunters and put the prophecy off once again. #anyway. this has been my defense of Artemis. #eli rambles #eli writes

[hood-ex]

@dustorange I'm forever going to think about how Thomas kept fresh flowers on Dick's grave, but he neglected Bruce's grave, leaving his vase full of rain water and dead flowers.

That makes what Alfred said in Justice League #23.4 hit so much harder.

"Thomas never found what he was looking for on our earth. He never found the brother he'd always wanted. The brother he knew Bruce could never be. But Dick nearly was."

And even though Thomas initially tried to blame Dick for his own death ("Dick got himself caught. This is his fault."), Alfred believed Thomas felt guilt over his inability to save Dick.

So the flowers on Dick's grave feel like a gesture of respect, affection, remembrance, and an apology all rolled into one.

#alfred: ''he went after the joker because of what you said. where were you? you were with her again weren't you?'' #ugh i know it's better for earth 3 dick to stay dead (and he can't come back now anyway bc they changed thomas's backstory) #(well i mean he can but he won't have the same backstory either probably) #but it would've been cool to see more of him before he died #oh also for anyone else who's following along--i'm referencing dustorange's fic called New Again #well and also the comics #but the whole flower thing is from the fic

[yostresswritinggirl]

"Don't do that." He wanted to come off as harsh. Yet instead of the usual sharpness of his voice, his words sounded pleading. Desperate and in pain. "Don't smile like that."

"Like what?" The corners of her mouth faltered in worry. And the corners of his eyes wrinkled, purple irises swirling with the kind of agony he told her he loathed feeling. Like she had driven a knife to his chest where his heart should be.

"Don't smile like you love me."

Don't make him feel anything again. You promised you wouldn't.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche #well this was supposed to be scara but i dont have a banner for him yet #new phone who dis #so i guess you can interpret this however you want #poly cynonari fic was getting too sweet so my mind had to balance it out by spitting out angst #or else that angst goes into the fic #gender neutral

[cipher-fresh]

Did Eleven ever tell Amy and Rory’s parents that they’re alive in the past? Or did they just go missing a few weeks after a third of the human population had heart attacks?

#updates from cipher #I was thinking about Bill as well. Was her foster mom just waiting for her to come home and she never did? #doctor who #I should write a fic. Eleven rings Brian Williams doorbell and avoids eye contact as he tells him that his son is still alive #but that he’ll never see him again. and he died in his 80s in the 1990s or smth #and the doctor can’t save them because of the paradox thr weeping angels created #god 10 and Martha would have been so close to Amy and Rory during Daleks in Manhattan as well #In a version of events where like. 12 holds off regeneration long enough at the end of TUAT to go tell Bill’s mom that she’s dead* #before he regenerates he’s like. I have to tell her before I regenerate I can’t put this off and do it in a new body #bc imagine if like a companion died while travelling #and the doctor goes to tell their family who they met a few times #but they’re so upset about the companion dying they weren’t able to face the companion’s family for a looong time #not until after they regenerated and the family is horrified to see this stranger has a new BODY and their child is dead #and the doctor not doing it immediately would indicate just how guilty they feel

[queen-of-obsessing]

one of merlin’s favourite things about his new role as court sorcerer and king consort are the tournaments. Mainly because he gets to sit in the royal box, in fancy robes, sipping wine with his manservant Freddie attending to him and watch Arthur win round after round from afar. But...that’s only if it’s going well. 

On this particular afternoon, Arthur is not winning. His opponent is bigger than him, and very obviously using magic to cheat - and now Merlin’s role as sit there and look pretty is proving to be very confining. He longs for the sidelines, to be in George’s place. Unnoticed, lurking around a corner, able to interfere with his magic at a moments notice whenever he felt Arthur needed him. 

Freddie notices this. He watches with an attentive eye how his master squirms in his seat, a frustrated look on his face at not being able to help. Freddie looks down at the drink in his hands, contemplating how much trouble he would be in if he interfered, deciding against it until his king is stabbed in the leg by his massive opponent, and then he acts. 

In one swift movement, and without prior warning, Freddie spills his drink all over the regal court sorcerer, who looks up in horror. “Oh, I’m sorry, sire!” he cries,  dabbing at it with a cloth. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” Merlin squints at him puzzled, until he suddenly understands, and follows Freddie away from the booth, toward the back tents. 

“Go,” Freddie says. “Our king needs you.” 

Merlin ultimately turns the tide of the fight, making the opponent’s sword fly in the opposite direction than he intended, giving Arthur the upper hand to win the fight. But as his husband returns to the tents, bloody and exhausted, some part of Merlin expected him to be grateful. 

But nay. 

Arthur is incredibly pissed. Unlike all those times before, when Merlin would interfere and his love would be none the wiser, that wasn’t the case anymore, and Arthur knew full well what happened and who did it. “How dare you interfere?” he yelled, bursting into the tent. 

Merlin is aghast. “How dare I? I saved your hide!” 

“I didn’t need you to save my hide, I had it completely under control!” He stabs his sword into the ground. 

“Oh, yeah, tell that to the guy who would’ve lopped your head off!” 

“Merlin!” Arthur roared, getting up in his face. “For once in your life, stay in your place! Do your job, and let me do mine!” 

“My place is by your side!” Merlin shouts back.

“Your place is in the stands, looking pretty, and not interfering! How am I supposed to lead this kingdom if I can’t even win a simple tourney fight?” 

Merlin bites back his anger, not able to come up with a superior response. He knows he’s right, but he can’t shake off the fear. Everytime Arthur’s in danger, Merlin’s blood runs cold, like he is reliving Camlann all over again. “I can’t bear to lose you,” he says quietly, and all the anger in Arthur’s eyes dissipates. 

It is then that he understands. “You won’t,” he says softly. 

“Yet you can’t guarantee that,” Merlin replies. “Your life is nearly constantly in danger, do you honestly expect me to sit by and do nothing knowing that I had the power to stop it? I nearly lost you once, do not put me in a position where I’ll lose you again.” 

Arthur gazes at him, mulling this over. It is after this argument, that the married royals ultimately decide to make a deal. Merlin is forbidden from interfering at tournaments, unless it is explicitly clear that the other opponent is cheating. But it will take Freddie a while to recover from his heart attack, thinking Arthur was going to fire him for aiding in the interference. “No more spilled drinks,” Merlin comments to him after. “Although it was a very smart move.” 

“Thank you, sire,” Freddie replies, wobbly from fear but relieved that he gets to keep his job...for now. 

#long fic #merthur #married merthur #court sorcerer merlin #new oc who dis #freddie is 100% played by jack wolfe #fanfic #queue sides of the same coin

[non-un-topo]

More clothing studies, this time from my fic Axis. I was aiming for authenticity while also trying to have each of their personalities show a little bit in their clothing choices. Two for Nicky, to show his layers.

#tog #the old guard #for reference the fic takes place in 1625 in iceland. i still don't think they're bundled enough though lol. #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #andromache of scythia #no quynh :( #these were a n i g t m a r e to crop correctly. tumblr why are you like this. #hence the cropping might look a little weird #siggy draws #i think these sketches took a month and a half lol. now i will be quiet about this fic and focus on writing something else. #what do we think about this style? the differently coloured lineart and the slight lighting? and the rough colours? #also i forgot my siggynature on ALL of these but that's ok. you know who i am sdfghf #my new obsession is clothing details i guess!! could always make it more detailed though! with lots of practice i can try. #no real director's commentary on these drawings like i usually write for my sketches asdsfgfd #just that this is mostly what they wear in the fic. add a coat for andy maybe and some mitts for joe. #and more weapons and bags and stuff #can't really see nicky's braids but he's got one big french braid and a few tiny ones on the sides of his head connecting to it. #his hair is like shoulder-blade length. it's about the symbolism!! of not making a change for a long time!! until he does cut it!! #and andy is wearing quynh's necklace under her shirt of course </3 #joe rolls his pantaloons above the knee for maximum movement (horseriding) and fashion (gay) #i have a crush on the first nicky sketch like he's so cunty for no reason #well. he's possibly supposed to be having a serious conversation/argument with andy #kudos to the ref picture i used of luca just standing Like That