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true-blue-sonic · 10 months
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maybe a strange question, but top 5 favorite fics you’ve written? doesn’t have to be espilver or even sonic related, just whatever you’re most proud of
That was a nice trip down Ao3 memory lane! ^-^
5. Genesis: I really find it a shame I ran out of steam for this fic. I love Gold, and I adore the world that I've created in Genesis; there's a lot of OCs and storylines in there that I never even got to hinting at. But I just don't feel like working on it anymore... I hope that one day I get my inspiration back for it, since I really want to bring it to a nice end!
4. One Touch Is All That's Needed: cute, fluffy, and I love how Silver eventually turns out to be the cause of Espio's woes and promptly gives Es an opportunity to take his revenge. Just the two of them hanging out and doing goofy stuff together, that's a type of fic I really love.
3. Bestow: writing from the perspective of the Master Emerald was very interesting, and I really like the idea of Silver 'taking over' the role of Guardian in a peaceful future. It's what his friends would have wanted, I think, and he'll do an amazing job to take care of the Emerald and the island for sure.
2. Kiss For Good Luck: basically my most recent Espilver chapter for Flufftober 2020, but writing for it was legit just so much fun. And I don't think I've ever published anything with a Super form in it? I really liked thinking out what it would feel like and what it can accomplish!
1. New Beginnings: this fic turned out so well and so beloved, I never would have expected that while I was working on it. And it's also what really brought me into Espilver! I think it'll always have a fond place in my heart, and it basically shapes the universe that almost all my Espilver fics take place in.
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yueebby · 1 month
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carlyraejepsans · 2 months
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...so that mpreg soriel fic is extremely fucking good
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beansprean · 2 years
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[ID: 1. close up of newborn Isabela Madrigal on a plush pink background stretching her way out of a blue floral blanket, looking very sleepy with one eye open. 2. 28-year-old Bruno Madrigal reclines against the headboard of a bed, arms wrapped around infant Isa as she lays sleepily against his chest. His shirt is partially unbuttoned to allow her skin-to-skin contact. Bruno is looking down at her with wonder and no little amount of fear, tears pooling in his eyes. /end ID]
“The future yawned before him, bright and limitless.”
Imagine the teeniest tiniest baby and then imagine he is holding an even smaller baby. That’s @ambidextrous-space-samurai’s fic Benediction/Malediction which you should go read right now.
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httpiastri · 2 months
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don't mind me, i'm just crying listening to vienna and thinking about ollie…….
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annaofaza · 9 months
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“People make choices based on survival. We’re selfish at heart. If we are choosing, we’re choosing self-preservation.” “Not everyone is like that,” Maylene says. You’re not. “Most are,” Nicholas retorts. “Which is why we’re in this mess to begin with. That’s how the world is.” “But can’t it be better?” Vash asks, vehemence leaking into every syllable.
After their father dies, the local loan shark offers a way to settle their debts. Nicholas Wolfwood is ready to step forward and save his sister from a forced marriage, but Maylene sends out a call for help—and Vash the Stampede shows up.
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tofufei · 4 months
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this fic this chapter wow uhhh that was hot... how does one even write like this, i'm so impressed by the way they wrote around the sexual tension but at the same time made it incredibly palpaple? it’s the most explicit non-explicit non-smut I've ever read. this is ART. for real...
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cottonraincoat · 4 months
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“I’m sorry for breaking the vase.” Leia whispered, voice so small they barely heard it. 
Breha let out a long exhale. Tenderly, she took Leia’s hand in hers, and squeezed. 
“It’s not the vase that’s the matter, Leia.” she said. 
“I’m sorry for shouting at you.” 
“It’s alright, don’t you kick yourself for it.” Bail added, from behind her. “It is an incredibly difficult thing you learnt today, Leia, it’s natural to be angry and upset. You don’t have to push your feelings away. Give yourself time to sit with them, first.” 
Leia kept drawing circles on Breha’s chest with her thumb.
“You sound like Ben.”
Bail and Breha shared a look over their daughter’s head.
“Ben can be wise, sometimes. Hopefully you think I sound like when he is.” Bail murmured. “I would have been very angry, too, if I had to find out what you just did.” 
Leia twisted her head around to her father. 
“But I've never seen you shout. Either of you.” Her eyes dropped, and Breha saw her brows scrunching by the pulmonodes’ light. “Father never gets angry, and when you do, mother, you just look stern. You’re never loud, or throwing things around.” 
Suddenly, Leia looked so crestfallen. Her chin crumbled, her lips parted in a sad pout. 
“Is it because I’m his daughter? Am I just like him?” 
“Leia, no.” Bail proclaimed vehemently. “You are nothing like him,” he drew a breath, as if ready to launch into a speech that had been ever ready at the tip of his lips. 
“But I am also his child,” Leia cut him off, “and even Ben— even Ben said that I remind him of my father.” 
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Daybreak - chapter 7
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urwendii · 5 months
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Serie: Mai Mae and Ossë Roadtrip To Middle Earth part 6 / ?
Tag list: @cilil @helenvader @mamanmae @endeavoringdaydreamer @light-of-the-two-trees
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It was a first, perhaps, in the history of Lothlórien, that two Maiar and a Noldo of the House of Fëanor sat at the same table than the Lady of the Woods.
Galadriel was staring ahead, her face completely devoid of emotion while Maedhros felt decidedly uncomfortable to be in the presence of his youngest cousin and actual sole Noldor survivor in Middle Earth. Mairon on his part seemed well too pleased in observing his surroundings — after trying and failing to invade the Realm for thousand of years— and finally be able to take in appreciation the fine craftsmanship of the Silvan Elves. Ossë, being his regular self, was crouched on the chair, half balanced on its rear feet and looking as if he was 10 seconds away from bursting either in songs or laughter.
"So." Said Maedhros after the stretch of silence had turned far too uncomfortable and lengthy.
"So." Galadriel replied tersely, eyes narrowing at the trio.
"We should be grateful if you were to allow us-"
"No."
Maedhros fumbled with his next word, the vowel ending up a drawn-out hum.
"I will allow you and Lord Ossë, but no Dark Lord shall reside under my protection."
Mairon pursed his lips amusingly.
"I am already within your borders."
Galadriel had an expression of someone who had tasted a particular bitter food, and immediately glared back at him.
"An unfortunate circumstance I would have prevented were it not for the disappointing lapse of judgment of some of my guards. You aren't welcomed there Sauron."
It was Mairon's turn to look sour at the ancient moniker. Ossë waved a scaly hand then, his demeanour seemingly focusing back in the present situation.
"My Lady we understand that it might be difficult after all to forgive Mairon here present but we have good intentions."
Everyone heard the loud snort and Maedhros gave Mairon a deadpan look. Trust the Maia to add fire on oil.
Galadriel suddenly stood up, her composure frosty as she stared them down, pristine white gown giving her the look of a mighty icicle in the grey afternoon.
"This is my Realm, that I have defended from you for two Ages without the help of the Valar."
"Indeed, you only had one of my rings to do so." Mairon interrupted good-natured, the cheer of his tone belied by the ominous dark in his eyes. Maedhros and Ossë exchanged an uneasy look. Now was not the place for the former Dark Lord to lose control of his temper. But — Maedhros thought drily — Artanis, as he knew her then, had never been one to back down a fight. Except that that had been some seven thousands years ago and as it was the current Noldo Princess, turned Queen of her own Realm, was more composed than in his memories.
Instead of jumping over the tables to provoke Mairon in a fistfight, what she might have done when freshly arrived in Beleriand, she simply squared her shoulders and lowered her voice to a glacial tone.
"Rings made by Celebrimbor, unspoiled by your corruption!" she hissed.
"Knowledge he only had because I taught him, you Elves are so quick to take for granted what you are offered."
"Offered? whose idea was it in the first place Annatar?"
Mairon has risen too, face flushed from anger.
"I came to you with a pragmatic plan and was only met with scorn and disdain."
Ossë looked like he was witnessing the showdown of the millennium, and was definitely gleeful to witness the argument. Maedhros was reminded of too many family arguments and too many unpleasantness.
"Enough!" he boomed in his most Eldest Sibling voice and then glared at them.
"I'd rather not revisit the memories of what you did to my nephew Mairon. For everyone's sake, let's move on from this conversation. What was done is done and there is no way to change the past. Trials and sentences have been made accordingly. We are here to ask shelter for a few days before making our way to Amon Lanc."
Galadriel remained haughty and poised, eyes never leaving Mairon. "And you will trust him in that place?"
The former Úmaia rolled his eyes.
"I have ways to keep him in check." Ossë spoke at last, eyes glittering in mischief.
"If not..." her lips curled in a frightening smile, "Do remind him of our last confrontation upon Dol Guldur."
"Have i gone formless again or is anyone going to have discussions about me as if I weren't in the room?"
In a fashion that reminded Maedhros that Artanis was indeed from the house of Finwë, she replied with a choice word in Mairon's own black speech and even Maedhros — not one faint of heart in the slightest — felt himself blush.
"You shall remain on the borders of my Lands, accommodations will be provided and you will be kept under strict supervision."
"Thank you!" Ossë exclaimed happily, wrapping one arm around Mairon's shoulder, who for his part had still been locked in a glaring context with Galadriel.
Maedhros had an suspicion the tension was just starting and it would somehow escalate to higher levels the longer they remain there.
And he longed for a nap. It sounded delightful even. The golden leaves of the Mallorn trees sang of home and he just wanted to drift in dreams made of better things.
"By the way my lady! Would you perchance know where I could find a body of water? I am parched and these two have forced me to remain inland for far longer than I am comfortable with. What a cruel device for my noble person! What a hardship that my existence must be so! What a—"
Maedhros tuned off Ossë's dramatics.
He was so tired.
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divinekangaroo · 9 hours
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just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | ?
During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.
Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.
No. No old age. Only this.
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Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Diana Mitford/Oswald Mosley, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s
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seventhdoctor · 8 months
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In another possible world, a young Yuki Judai remembers the entirety of his past the moment he holds the Yubel card in his hands. Guardian and guarded are reunited, and all is right with the world. “To remember back then would have been a great burden for you. Our past lives did not end happily.”
Judai and Yubel daydream about other lives they could have lived.
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scribefindegil · 1 year
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not tagged this time except by dint of “and anyone else who wants to” but I’m so excited about my newfound ability to Make Words that I’m posting another wip snippet! this is from the multi-chapter post-finale Mob fic i’m working on:
As they left the restaurant, Reigen dropped a hand on Teruki’s shoulder.
“You know, this got me thinking,” he said. “Your parents are working overseas, right?”
“Yes,” said Teruki, with the sort of practiced ease that Reigen exuded at the office every day. “But I’m perfectly happy with the independence it’s provided me!”
“Yeah, yeah, of course. But I imagine not everyone sees it that way, yeah?”
Teruki’s mouth was a thin line. “Mm.”
Reigen produced a business card from his pocket with a flourish. The effect was somewhat spoiled when his foot caught on the sidewalk and he had to windmill his arms to stay upright, but the card floated over to Teruki’s hand with a flash of yellow and a whiff of ozone.
“All I’m saying is,” Reigen told him when he’d recovered his balance, “I’m an adult who actually lives in Seasoning City, if your school ever needs you to produce one. Standing offer. Think of it as a thank you for helping out around the office.”
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azusaluvclub · 28 days
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thank you to @bluebird990 for tagging me in this! took me a few days to get around to doing it, mb...
rules: Make a new post and post the latest line of your WIP. Then tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)
line: MDMA, speed, tabs — Seongje thrived on adrenaline, be it exchanging punches with whoever particularly pissed him off that day or indulging in a different sort of high. Trying to put his Union days behind him, the latter seemed more fulfilling.
tagging (but tbh im not sure if these ppl are active anymore-): @xbunnybunz @rare-and-beautiful-things @sharlulu
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rosiethals · 5 months
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when I successfully write this Fleet Week fic… then you will know 😈
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theflyingfeeling · 4 months
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#like the clown i am i spent half the night awake trying to come up with a way to make the olli/allu modern-day royalty AU work out#my first idea was to try and make it similar to my college AU with POV chapters and shit#but i quickly realised it wouldn't work out for the same reason i'm still struggling with the gran hotel AU:#unlike with the college AU i don't have a clear character arch for everyone#e.g. i can't for the life of me think of a way to link the joel/niko side plot to the main plot to make it make sense#and idk what joonas' role would be other than to occasionally hook up with olli and fangirl about aleksi and pine for joel#soooooo it thought i could instead make it a series of shorter stories? if anyone out there is seriosly interested in reading this AU? 👉👈#like. the first one would obviously have to be a little longer since it's the establishment for the whole AU#so far i have an outline for a 6-chapter story from olli's and allu's povs. basically just them getting together#and the rest of what i have planned for the AU would be standalones or shorter establishments?#because if i were to include EVERYTHING in one fic it would most likely end up being +20 chapters lol#and no way in hell would i have the patience for that 💀#that way i could just time-jump to the scenes i want to write the most lol#instead of having to try and weave them together to form a longer coherent plot#i mean i looooooooove slow burn and all that but i don't want to overwhelm myself by starting to write something#only to realise 32k words later that i have no idea where i'm going with it D:#(my ski jumping rpf fic says hi 🙃)#but by writing individual shorter stories it would be much easier for me to handle the plot while also advancing it#because the storyline in my head is so extensive that i feel like i can't fit it all in just one fic#at least in a way that i would be satisfied with 😭#i can make them get together in 6 chapters with no trouble#but for them to actually form a secure relationship and get messed up in all that tabloid drama and face the prejudice of the royal family#until eventually getting their happy ending? yeah nope. gonna need at least 20 chapters for that lmao#and if i wanted to advance all the sideplots on top of all that? yeah nope 😵#with individual stories i could just write all the joonas/tommi and niko/joel (and unrequited j/j) as spin-offs! yay problem solved! 😇#pls don't get your hopes up though lol i may love planning fics but writing is another story entirely 😂#but yeah. watch this space?#or maybe i'll just continue writing random pointless olli/allu standalones whenever i get a burst of inspiration. we'll see 👀
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crehador · 3 months
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still torn on whether i should post icsm dailies to ao3 as individual fics or like. one fic for each month with the month's dailies as chapters. do not know which would feel more organized to me.........
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