#freefall writes

[nburkhardt]

steddie💕 for the kiss ask game!

Ooohh!! Thanks for the ask <3

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

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There’s a few things he loves about Steve.

Actually, there’s a lot of things he loves about Steve. Like how he looks well put together but is very much a hot mess eighty percent of the time. Or how bitchy he can get when someone is a total douche to anyone he cares about. There’s his soft singing when it’s just them alone or how much he’ll stop what he’s doing just to tell everyone around him how much he likes them.

See? There’s a lot to love.

But there’s one thing Eddie really loves about his Love and it has everything to do with his beauty marks. Not just one, all of them.

Eddie smirks to himself as he watches Steve pull his shirt off, leaving his boy in just a pair of sweatpants. If his brain wasn’t focusing on all the beautiful beauty marks all over his baby, he’d notice that the sweatpants are actually his and not Steve’s.

(It doesn’t matter, their clothes are starting to slowly mix together to the point of no return)

“Eddie baby, honey baby” Steve softly sings before turning around and looking at him, his lips in a smile, “what’s that look for?”

Shaking his head, Eddie reaches over and wraps his hand around Steve’s wrist and gently tugging him onto the bed with him. Steve landing on top of him, a breathless laugh falling out of his mouth.

Eddie smiles, wrapping both arms around his love. “Oh, it’s just my face. That’s so obsessed with you, baby boy” he whispers in Steve’s ear before pressing a kiss to each and every beauty mark in reach.

He presses a final soft kiss to the tip of Steve’s nose as he finally looks up at him, a beautiful dark blush coloring his face.

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

soft boys 🥰

Send me a heart and I’ll write a little something!

#steddie #heart prompts #starryeyedjanai #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my soft boys #nburkhardt writes #tbh I don’t know where I was going with this #I just fell into a ‘Eddie’s obsessed with Steve’ freefall

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Freefall Masterlist

Grid, Meet Lynn. Charles, Meet Diana.

f1 shhh, don't tell their trainers, but parts of the grid went on an adventure today to a local bakery, and from what we've heard, it was amazing!

user16 don't gatekeep, tell us what bakery!

user002 it looks like the one that is in my town! it's owned by a really kind woman named diana, her daughter is dating charles_leclerc !! it's called dianamaes_bakery

"Charles, why are we outside a bakery?" Max is the one to question, glancing around the quaint english street that's buzzing with people. "I'd have expected Lando or Lewis to take us site seeing, but you?"

"I have someone who I'd like you to meet," Is all Charles uses as an explanation, Lando and Logan smirking from off to the side, the friendship that had gone primarily unknown surprising some of the group around them, other than Charles and Carlos.

The bell rings from the front of the shop, but I can't even take the moment to glance up with Mrs.Kline talking my ear off about how exciting she finds the car races that have come to town. It's when I finally get her order boxed up and in her hands that I glance up, a bright smile taking over my face upon seeing what is almost the entire Formula One grid, Charles approaching the register as Mrs.Kline leaves.

"Mon amor," He smiles, taking my hands and pulling me around the counter.

Oh, he's really putting on a show.

"Hey Charlie," I smile right back, getting on my toes to peck him on the lips, letting him pull me into his arms.

"Charles, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" George Russell questions, prompting Charles and I to pull away, his arm staying around my waist.

His eyes meet mine, silently asking if I'm prepared for what he's about to do, but after kissing in front of all of them, we can't just leave it at that, so I nod.

"Boys, this is Lynnleigh Earnhardt, my girlfriend for the last two months," He introduces, the boys eyes getting wide. "Lynn, these are the men from the grid I am closest to. Pierre Gasly, George Russell, Alex Albon, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, and then you know Lando and Logan."

"Finally, took long enough for L3 to be reunited," Logan states, coming up and hugging me tightly, Lan doing the same. "We blame you mate."

"Yes, blame the student, not the F1 drivers that travel the world. If you were both in London more often..."

"Yeah yeah that's enough out of you, where's my favorite Hamlin woman?" Lando questions, looking around dramatically before making his way behind the counter to the kitchen.

"I'm going to assume you three knew each other prior to Lando being Lando?" Alex asks, picking up on the dynamic in front of him.

"Lando and I met during my summers here as a child, and Logan and I met at a race in the states that his parents brought him to when he was considering driving for a living," I explain, the fellow American at my side nodding along.

"Her dad is Dale Earnhardt, a NASCAR driver. Took an hour out of his day to chat with me about the different options for driving professionally and carting differences," Lo adds, messing with my hair.

"AND LOOK WHO I FOUND," Lando's loud voice yells, coming out of the back with his arm wrapped around my mom's shoulder as she blushes wildly.

"I'm sorry about him Diane, you know how he is," Lo apologizes, going up and hugging her.

"Is this your mother?" Charles whispers in my ear, his body having tensed. "She looks like you."

A compliment of the highest nature, I take his hand in mine, pulling him towards Mum and the boys.

"Mum, this is Charles, my boyfriend, and his friends Pierre, Carlos, Max, Alex, and George. "Charles and boys, this is my mum Diana Mae Hamlin."

"Oh I've heard so much about you boys between L3's different rants over the years," Mum acknowledges after shared hellos, "Although my daughter is the one who can just never stop talking about you," She adds, looking at Charles and making me want to shrink inside myself and away from his eyes that I can feel.

"Mum," I can't help the groan that I release, no matter how much it makes me sound like a child. "Would you stop?"

"Fine, fine," She relents, holding her hands in surrender. "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you much more my love. Would you boys like a treat?"

"Oh, ma'am, we have have strict diets as professional -"

"Drivers, yes, yes, I know, I had a child with one, I know the diets you boys go on," Mum reminds, making me shake my head once more. I don't know why meeting everyone here felt like a good idea. "But you can certainly take a treat for after your race tomorrow," is her insistence, and it's only a moment later that all the men are nodding slowly, agreeing freely that yes, I suppose that won't be a problem.

"You're a lot like your mother, stubborn," Charles whispers in my ear, arms wrapped around my waist as we watch his coworkers actively defy their trainers.

"Hey now-"

"Beautiful, kind," He adds, chuckling. "You had to let me finish before you freaked out, mon amour."

I smile now, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "She is, isn't she?"

But he just shakes his head, and all of this makes me feel like I'm living in a dream.

"And the point of my words were, so are you."

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #formula 1 fanfiction #fake dating #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc fanfic #earnhardt oc #formula 1 #freefall series

[cream-and-tea]

the reason i have to constantly make jokes about what a pathetic evil little bastard pallas is bc if i spend any significant time seriously thinking about their character and arc and backstory and self-perception i want to start crying blood

#they make so fucking saaaad like their pov is genuinely draining to write sometimes #i’ve written some fucked up shit but man. god that kid rlly hasn’t had anything good happen to them ever #and then there’s then the atrocities but i mean they are literally neurodivergent and a minor soooo #alternative version of this post: i should not listen to it’s called freefall by paris paloma while having pallasthoughts #LITERALLY called to the devil and the devil said quit can’t be bothered better handle your shit #wip: ghost story #pallas

[fioreofthemarch]

TOTK WIP Wrap

I’m working on too many TOTK fanfic WIPs. Here they all are:

Finally kicking on with Finding Her after a week being too busy playing TOTK to write about it lmfao. New chapter tomorrow and then going to try and bank a couple so I can do steady updates twice per week (Hylia willing)

Still outlining a new TOTK longfic in the same setting as From the Ground Up. The pitch right now is a novelisation of the game in my overall style: lots of worldbuilding, new companion characters, added and fleshed out scenes, plus plenty of drama and tears. It’s called In Freefall

Added to the to-do pile is a oneshot (or maybe three-shot) titled Wheatfield with Crows, set after the events of TOTK. Zelda returns to Hyrule changed in ways that frustrate, sadden and sometimes terrify her closest allies. TOTK but with gothic horror and the ‘Came Back Wrong’ trope judiciously applied.

#my writing #finding her #totk fanfiction #totk spoilers #in freefall #txt #I cannot wait to share the ideas I have for In Freefall #I feel like its really coming together and will pair well both with TOTK and FTGU

[strymes49]

I wanted to do something a little special involving EGGS this Easter, so while we wait for the Avians’ next big adventure, let’s learn about each of them when they were younger!

Click on their respective eggs to hatch them!

(I know it’s not Easter anymore but WAHH)

#oc #webcomic #freefall #ocs #comic #original character #freefallwebcomic #avian #birds #lore #oc lore #oc love #writing #eggs

[naggingatlas]

i think people's takes on jev being this like thousand year old creatura are fascinating and fit even my interpretation of his character and place in the story (as like. a representation of the setting at large. an archaic force being shoved into a simulation/loop/machine. cosmis horror kinda shit) but i also think it's 1. funnier 2. scarier 3. more emotionally scarring to imagine him as like. a 30, 40, 50 year old man. just a quirky little guy. he had a childhood, maybe he got picked up by seam as an urchin and they were a travelling magic act and clownery and judy n punch duo and they stole apples from the market and he climbed trees w his little paws before someone made him wear shoes. he was a brash teenager and he played the accordion and kept all of his trinkets in a little chest he used to sleep in. seam made his suits, from his own crayon drawings. he was a middle aged man disenchanted with his work and he sought shelter from the boredom in bothering others. and he ran away so many times and he slept outside and he helped seam make their own beer and mead and they still played the accordion and the hurdy-gurdy together. isn't it scarier to make him a normal man? who turns into what we see? doesn't that hurt more doesn't that make his character even deeper. he was just like you and this means That can happen to you too, grounding stuff like that is like one of the basic rules of horror. and then he just goes to jail they straight up lock a mentally ill guy with all those horrors in the basement - not an old-as-time-itself demon, not a savage beast, but. a man. jevil russian sleep experiment au.

again im not calling anyone out its just an interpretation ive NEVER seen anyone else come up with and i genuinely wonder why and if my other jev readings continue to be weird as fuck to other people

#jevil #its kinda like. a reverse dc joker situation. the jerker does get like. INSIDIOUSLY scary and mind-fucky when #you turn him into. i wouldn't say satan himself that takes the edge off. but something completely unknown. #im casually writing a batman script in my own continuity and i could never keep up w All The Lore cuz thats not what batman is abt to me #and i took most of my inspiration from a serious house on serious earth and. those intermission strips in snyder's endgame #where people from an asylum or a nursing home i can't quite remember that had encounters w joker #describe him as all sorts of things but not human. and not in like oh he's a monster but like That Is Not A Homo Sapiens #and they're not listened to because they were all suffering from delusions and hallucinations before that but #yea. i hate jerker origin stories i hate them with my whole entire heart. make him the unknowable. not even a demon not satan #nothing of folklore or religion not even a lovecraftian something-something. just an entity. maybe not even an entity. he's an scp to me #not even a character. just a concept with a design. an apparition made to teach humans a lesson #you dont know how he got here you dont know why you wont ever know when he'll be gone. #give me judge holden but even more amorphous and. not scarring me for life. but u get the idea #im tryyyiinnnggg to write joker like an apparition of a schizo psyche like my dreams. #my favorite song to 'write' j to is freefall by rainbow kitten surprise. and he's just a figment of bruce's imagination here #just a little more tangible. vague and wrong but it's j. probably. and it's bruce's pov. it's a couple lines of dialogue #that's j. jevil is the opposite.

[wayhavenots]

rule: put your spotify on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that come on.

Tagged by beloveds @grapecaseschoices and @sohmiya !

Sharing on this blog because most of these have IF associations in my mind (I rambled in the tags :) feel so free to ignore lol)

And tagging (zero pressure!!) @serenpedac @griffin-wood @lahellacute @amlovelies @toads-treasures (and anyone else who wants to!!! I get shy about tagging!!)

1. It's Called Freefall by Paris Paloma

2. Light by Sleeping at Last

3. Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson

4. Kind of Love by Ellen Winter

5. Eat Your Young by Hozier

6. Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

7. Jupiter by Sleeping at Last

8. Thin Mints by Evan Crommett

9. Not Gone by Ingrid Michaelson

10. Break Bones by Wild Child

#ok now to ramble about the if associations in the tags lol #it's called freefall is both very sidestep and very charge: anyway you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself #light is from the pov of a parent talking to a child...but it makes me have navery baby feelings in particular #i promise i'll do better 🥺 #kind of love is just chapter one of hunger and thirst #eat your young...was probably on repeat bc of that beautiful bobby x detective edit from a few weeks ago #cocaine jesus makes me think of (infamous) seven and mc #when you find an old picture of us and clear away the dust hope you miss me sometimes #(in my head in my head i get lonely sometimes) #jupiter is avery's sleeping at last song (which is why i was surprised she got earth on that quiz lol) #esp after book 3: make my messes matter make this chaos count #thin mints makes me think of glitch #write you all the poems like whitman you can take my thin mints #break bones is chargestep and specifically rose and ric #can't forget that we were friends...i hope this fight just never ends

[catwings-writes-things]

MA’AM.

#that’s it that’s the post #jailbreak harriet #mag 21 freefall #rereading for research purposes #while preparing to write harriet’s statement about robert kelly #and… harriet. honey. Darling Sweetheart. #fic: a world of his own #AWOHO ch. 11

[silentprincess17]

would you write a little skyward sword zelink? maybe loftwing racing from island to island or a scavenger hunt on the surface? much love ♡♡♡

Hello Anon! Of course! Here's some cute skyward sword Zelink flying through Skyloft’s skies :)

Kindly betaed by @zeldaelmo

Summary: Link is awakened much too early by Zelda for flying practise. Somewhere along the way he realises he's lost more than a morning's lie in.

Here is the link to read on AO3, with the fic itself under the cut as per your preference :)

An arm pulled incessantly at his sleeve, carrying half his weight and he tumbled his way through sleep, his limbs heavy and lax, his eyes struggling to open against the sheer strength of the sunlight. Hylia above it was too early for this! 

Somehow, he found himself at the landing just by the stairs, with his tormentor laughing at his plight. “Whoever reaches the Lumpy Pumpkin first, wins! Come on Link! You promised!”

He blinked, rubbing his eyes, and there she went, free falling into the sky, air rushing through her pink dress and separating out the strands of her golden blonde hair. His heart did that now familiar flip flop at the sight of her smile. 

“COME ON SLEEPYHEAD WAKE UP! WE’RE RACING! I CAN’T WIN IF YOU NEVER EVEN BEGIN!”

Hylia help him. 

He jumped off, nowhere near as elegant as she was. How she managed to be so put together in the morning evaded him. He was barely functioning until midday at least. The nightmares didn’t help either but… 

The wind hurtled through him, fresh cold morning air swept into his lungs, clearing out the cobwebs of sleep in his mind, as he whistled for his loftwing.

Today was their day off the Academy, a week before the Wing Ceremony and he guessed this was part of Zelda’s plan to force him into practise, which he deserved seeing as he had avoided it thus far. 

His loftwing agreed, as together they soared through the clouds and surged back up through the sky, gaining some height. There was nothing quite like flying… he wished he had more time in between all the lessons of swordplay, defence and strategy occupying all his other time. 

He sucked in a deep breath, finally fully awake. She had an (un)fair start to their race but not all hope was lost. It was time to compete. Did Zelda think he’d make this easy? She’d woken him up too soon for that. If they were going to the Lumpy Pumpkin first, which was already quite far out… he suspected there would be more flying done today than he had all week. And they’d be off to a fairer start for those but for now he wanted revenge for being pulled from his warm bed barely an hour after sunrise. 

The sun was still rising, as they flew around Skyloft, curving east towards the Lumpy Pumpkin. Up ahead, he saw Zelda’s loftwing unexpectedly dive, accelerating before she crept back up. What was she doing? 

His gaze flicked up ahead, and spotted the turbo rock tunnel that would surge her forward. 

Oh no you don’t! 

He dived deeper than she did, and careened upwards, a risky move considering she was just underneath him but he edged above her, sharply cutting out her entry into the rock tunnel as she had to fly higher to avoid being hit. He blew forward, jostling on his loftwing and tightening his hold. 

“LINK! YOU! JUST YOU WAIT!”

Ha! They’d be no waiting now! 

Diving again, less forcefully this time and more focussed, he gradually built up speed before gliding back up, smoothly landing on the island with a red faced Zelda arriving a few minutes behind him. 

She stormed up to him, stampeding feet with her finger pointing into his chest. “What do you have to say for yourself! That was a ridiculous move to pull! Dangerous and-“

She was so cute when angry. “I won though.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at her incredulous face. “Ah Zelda.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards the entrance. “If I lose, you’ll be upset I didn't win because it means I’m not prepared for next week. If I win, you’re upset because you didn’t win. I’m doomed whichever way things go.” 

The finger threatening to jab his chest actually poked him and he winced. “All I want is for you to win using safe ways of flying! Is that so much to ask?!”

He gently patted her head. “Okay okay I won’t do it again. Promise.”

“Pinkie promise?”

He looped his pinkie with hers, their pact from childhood that they never quite abandoned. 

“Good. Now, I’m hungry. Soup for breakfast? I’ll buy it as my loser’s fee.”

“Okay.” He smiled, and she did too, before her hand found his, his heart flipped in his chest again, as they went inside. 

*

Half a bowl of soup later, Link ran out, pulling a flailing Zelda tightly his grasp.

“HEY! Link! I’m sorry for putting extra spice in your soup. I thought you’d like it!”

He fanned himself, mouth open, half wanting to scream. “You burnt a hole through my throat!”

“I only put in one teaspoon! I used three in mine! And soup’s meant to be sipped at! And it was hot! I didn’t expect you to down it in a single gulp!” 

Link huffed and puffed, the hot air churning inside him not going away. Her logic didn’t help him, and he moved on. “Not to mention you woke me up so early!”

“Yeah and? Who just performed a never-move in flight? Who didn’t practise at all this week? Who wasn’t awake at the time promised yesterday?” 

That wasn’t his fault! He was making something for her the same way she was making something for him! And seeing as they spent all their time together, that meant he could only work on it at night, in his room. It was taking time to finish the sculpture of Zelda and her loftwing to the standard he wanted. But he couldn’t tell her that now! 

“Just you wait!” He grabbed her hand, pulled her close and jumped, Zelda hollering, as he whistled for his loftwing. The cold air helped calm the fire of acid surging in his stomach at least. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING-” 

Thankfully, his loftwing caught them both and stabilised, aiming west for the variety of smaller islands in the distance.

She squealed, clutching his tunic, as they sailed with the wind, her hair fanning out around them. He suddenly realised how close she was. How much of her was touching him. He blushed, crimson, stupidly berating himself for not thinking this through. 

“I’m surprised we haven’t attempted this yet!” She fisted his shirt, using him as a lever to properly place herself across from him, reaching behind to tie her hair with a band across her wrist. 

He laughed, wrapped his arms inadvertently around her as he gripped his loftwing to steer him gently to the left. 

As soon as he leant back to give her space, she chased him, creeping closer still, until her head touched his shoulder. Link felt his heart rate triple, and a red flush creeped up his cheeks. 

Not to mention his loftwing decided it would determine the flight path himself, resisting his instructions to turn back around to the Lumpy Pumpkin so they could get Zelda’s loftwing back. Instead, it seemed they would be taking the scenic route, slowly meandering around the small tufts of land encapsulated in the sky, slowing down entirely. 

“This is nice, Link. It’s peaceful.”

Well, he was already knee deep at this point, so he gave in and leant his head on hers. “Hm.”

Those bright blue eyes shifted to meet his gaze, and he was struck with how beautiful she was in that moment, stray strands of hair framing her face with the rest in a bun, a light blush across her cheeks with a splattering of freckles from time spent in the sun, her lips soft and -

Wait.

Wait, no, this- was- his brain short-circuited, loops and wires all enmeshed into a huge tangle.

“Link.”

Rapidly blinking he tried to equilibrate. “Hm!”

“We’ll always… have this right?”

“What, you mean peace? That’s hard with you being as chaotic as you are.”

She punched him in his stomach as he laughed. “I mean me and you. We’re always going to have each other’s back?”

He sobered as he realised she was being serious. “Yes. Even if we’re somehow separated, I’ll always find you. I’ll always have your back. Just as you’ll have mine.” 

She smiled then, as bright as the sun. “Okay, now I need to fulfil my side of the bargain. Time to go back to training.”

“Yes, princess.”

"This is for your own good sleepyhead!” She sang, in a singsong voice. 

He shook his head, laughing at how endearing she was, as he surged forward, heading back to the Lumpy Pumpkin for another round of racing.

There was no one quite like his Zelda. He rested his chin on her head again, keen to enjoy the last few moments with the princess of his heart. Ah, Hylia, he was doomed. 

His heart was already in freefall.

#zelink #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #zelda #link #silent writes #skyward #ss #sksw #ss zelink #flying #racing through the sky #Freefall :) #350 follower prompts

[m0thisonfire]

-Flight

I’ve been wanting write and post this prompt for so long-

Prowl x Starscream

Word count- 2389

Rolling fields and thickets and forest.

Prowl's favorite things. He enjoyed meditating in the fields and exploring the small clusters of trees… he enjoyed wandering the forests and interacting with the wildlife, birds and deer approaching him with little to no fear.

He liked the land and its creatures, enjoyed his hikes and trips to the forests beyond Detroit. He liked his camping trips and outings, and enjoyed laying in the grass and watching the clouds or stars pass by. He liked the sky as well.

This particular camping trip, he was by himself though. He tried to get Sari and Bumblebee to join him again, but alas they refused. Not that he blamed them… their last trip was a disaster after the space barnacles…

He had tried to bring Bulkhead out, but he had wanted to remain back at the plant with Sari and Bumblebee, playing their video games and working on his art. Prowl hadn’t tried to invite Optimus or Ratchet, considering both would be too busy to want to go out to the woods…

So that left him. Alone.

He had set up his camp on a higher ledge overlooking the woods, so he could have a nice view of the scene. Laying next to his small campfire staring up into the sky, he felt at peace, engine rumbling in content relaxation. For a good long while he stayed this way. Until he felt like he was being watched.

The small smile on his face faded as he listened intently to the darkness around him for the source of the disturbance. It felt… predatorial… yet also familiar…

A branch snapped in the distance, causing Prowl to sit up and glare into the surrounding woods. He couldn’t see much outside his little ring of light, and the feeling was intent…

Getting up with a wary huff, the Cyber Ninja stepped closer to the edge of the illuminated area, visor narrowed and peering into the void he could see as he reached for his shirkens. But as his digits grazed his weapons, a familiar beeping chirrup erupted far in front of him. A warning, a signal to not attack. He recognized that chirp sound.

Two glowing red lights brightened in the darkness, distant and sharp. Optics. Prowl immediately ex-vented, shaking his helm as he relaxed his stance. Of course it was him. He always showed up when he was alone. Not like he could show up any other time…

He watched the two lights approach, the mech they belonged to being surprisingly quiet for his size and stature. Prowl was actually almost impressed with the controlled movements Starscream was exerting.

As the Seeker stepped into the light with careful, quiet ped steps, he smiled that feline smile, nodding in greeting as he quietly rumbled, “That sense of yours is impressive. I almost had you.”

Prowl couldn’t stop his smirk, agreeing, “Almost. Your excitement gave you away.”

Starscream’s wings twitched at that as his smile faded, humming in consideration as he glanced towards the dark he emerged from, “I was going to blame the branch…”

“That too.”

“Ha! Right,” he turned back with warmth shining in his optics, “But I am getting better!”

“Yes, you are,” Prowl nodded smiling, “It's good to see your movement and volume control has improved.”

“Ah, well…” Starscream waved a servo as he tilted his helm with a smug expression, “I have been practicing!”

Prowl chuckled as he returned to his original spot, easing himself down as Starscream returned his focus to him. The Seeker immediately inspected the area with curious optics, glancing at the campfire and around the area, “Just what are you doing out here?”

“Camping,” Prowl responded breezily, “It’s a thing humans do, to get closer to nature.”

“Ah,” Starscream acknowledged, tilting his helm at the fire as Prowl fed another log to fuel it. It didn’t surprise the seeker at this point, Prowl’s desire to be in Earth’s wilds.

It was a moment before Starscream approached the glowing warmth, bracing as he sat and laid on his side across from the two-wheeler, resting his helm in his servo. Prowl looked at him surprised, but still smiling as he crossed his legs. Starscream turned his attention to the flames as Prowl entered his meditative state, the two falling into companionable silence.

———

“Tell me about them.”

Prowl onlined his visor with a curious quirk to them, “About what?”

“Your jet boosters,” Starscream replied, staring intently at the mods with narrowed optics and displeased expression, “I’ve been thinking on them. You can’t fly very long with them, can you?”

The ninja bot hummed, offlining his visor again as he basked in the firelight, “I can’t fly at all with them. They’re jump jet boosters. The most they do is give me the ability to boost my jumps and slow my falls. They have many uses, but those are the main two.”

Starscream listened intently, wings twitching as he tapped a digit on the side of his helm. His optics narrowed more, returning to silence as he watched his companion meditate. He wasn’t sure why that bothered him so much, but it did. He stared a bit longer at the boosters, his curiosity getting the better of him as he shifted to get up.

Prowl hummed inquisitively as Starscream moved around the campfire, kneeling by his side and watching him carefully. At a low warble from the seeker, he glanced up at him, wondering what he was alerting him for. Prowl nearly jumped at the feeling at the sharp digits grazing up the edge of one of the mods, slow and thoughtful. Ah, alerting him so he wasn’t startled by the contact…

“So you’ve never actually flown before?”

“No,” Prowl shifted under the wandering claws, trying not to lean into the gentle touches of Starscream’s examination.

Starscream hummed as he glanced towards the night sky. Then back down at the smaller mech.

“Would you like to?”

The look Prowl gave him made him crack a smile. Confused and unsure. Dropping the posture he was in, Prowl tilted his helm at him in consideration.

“Why? I mean, I’d like to, but it’s not like I can just-”

“Don’t worry about that,” Starscream interjected smoothly, withdrawing his servo and watching the Cyberninja’s faceplates intently, “All I’m asking is, would you like a flight?”

It took a moment for it to click together in Prowl’s processor, “With you?”

Starscream’s optics excitedly widened with a happy chirp, smile growing as he nodded. Prowl examined him cautiously for any sign it might be a trick, or worse…

But at Starscream’s helm tilt and extended servo towards him, he felt those doubts melt away. He looked relaxed, unbothered. If the seeker was plotting anything, it would be visible in his body language.

With a soft sigh, Prowl made his decision, carefully taking the larger servo and watching the claws securely close around them.

The former Air Commander smiled widely as he pulled the Cyberninja up, hooking his other arm under behind his knees and lifting. Between the two frames, Prowl was small enough to fit in the crook sitting comfortably on the arm holding him. He reached up to steady himself on Starscream’s shoulder plating, huffing as he tried to keep his engine from rumbling at the closeness.

Starscream looked over him, wings flicking in excitement and his engine beginning to whine as they fired up, “Comfy? Secure? Ready to go?”

“It’s… Fine,” Prowl reassured, trying not to second guess this choice.

Nodding, Starscream looked around the little campsite, optics settling on the ledge overlooking the forest below.

“Alright, hold on!”

The seeker took a running start, launching off the edge before falling. Prowl felt his frame go light as Starscream dropped for a moment, floating in the small protective cage he found himself in. Then the frame he was pressed against rumbled and whined, Starscream’s heel thrusters activating and shooting him through the air.

Prowl’s grip tighter, his vent stolen away a moment from the jostle and sudden change in direction.

The land below him grew more and more distant, the forest of trees becoming a neat blanket of green under the moonlight and his camp a flickering light.

As they continued to ascend, Starscream’s engine seemed to thrum with joy, Prowl listening to the clicks and whine over the wind. But oddly enough, he couldn’t hear Starscream’s spark thrum. He found that… interesting. Odd...

Clouds swathed them before he gave it more thought, blinding Prowl for a moment before they broke through the tops. Prowl was greeted with a royal navy blue sky covered in stars, the moon full and glowing, illuminating the cloud tops as the stars glittered in their own dominating light.

And there they hovered, Starscream deciding this was his vantage point.

A high screeching chirp drew their attention as a small hawk flew beside them, head cocked curiously. Starscream returned the chirup, watching as it hovered over his helm to where Prowl was. The two wheeler cautiously stretched out the servo that wasn’t clinging to Starscream, watching absolutely enraptured as the hawk landed for a moment. It curiously tilted its head at him, chittering and looking around. It probably never perched this high up before…

With a final chirp, it spread its wings again and allowed the wind to gracefully carry it away, folding its wings slightly to dive back down toward the ground.

Prowl took a deep vent intake, watching it dive as he began looking around him. It was cold this far up, the wind whistling lightly as the clouds drifted by. The height, the feeling, the sight of the land stretched so far below him… Prowl suddenly understood why Starscream was so proud of his ability to fly…

He couldn’t stop looking around at the sights… the stars and moon were so clear up here… it all pierced his spark and made him giddy in a way…

As he looked up to Starscream to express himself, though, the seeker was looking at him. Not at the stars or sky. Him. His pupils were visible, the lighter red boring into his visor with a soft relaxed smile. He looked pleased with himself, a soft purring rumbling his frame that Prowl had begun to notice.

“It’s nice up here, isn’t it?”

Prowl’s vox hitched, stopping him from saying anything as they watched each other…

His visor glitched as he looked away, trying to stop his own engine from purring, “Yes… it is…”

“I knew you’d like it.”

The mech hummed in acknowledgment, the servo holding onto his shoulder plate twitching as he focused on the moon.

“… Would you like to try something?”

Prowl snapped his attention back to the mischievous smile Starscream had, wondering what else there could be. Slowly, he nodded.

“…Yes. What is this something?”

The smile turned into a grin, and Prowl could feel his heel thrusters turn off. He made a startled sound as they began to freefall, gripping the frame tighter as they picked up speed.

“Starscream-”

“Easy…”

Starscream stretched out, taking Prowl’s other servo in his free claws and holding it securely. He slowly removed the arm supporting him, letting the small mech freefall on his own, tethered by Starscream’s sure grip and watchful optics.

The feeling was strange… It was thrilling, their brief fall together. Prowl watched him with widened visor, how carefree he looked, how happy he seemed, still watching him of all things…

Before Prowl knew it though, Starscream quickly shifted, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around him as he righted himself and activated his thrusters again. Prowl barely felt the jostling, secured as Starscream held him.

His processor was racing, clinging to the jet as he landed. They stayed that way a moment, holding the other as the night passed…

It was… fun…

“…Are you okay?”

Prowl took an in-vent, realizing he had been holding one. He nodded against him, trying to find his voice.

“Prowl?” The way Starscream’s voice shifted to concern as he pulled away and carefully set him on his peds spurred him, quickly pulling himself together to deter the worried look Starscream gained.

“I’m fine,” he quickly assured him, “Just… that was…”

Starscream tilted his helm at him, watching him carefully as he finished, “That was… thrilling. I liked that…”

The seeker seemed to heave a relieved sigh, muttering, “I thought I broke you for a moment…”

Prowl let out a shaky chuckle, shaking his helm as he rested a servo on Starscream’s arm, “It’ll take more than that to break me… I’m okay.”

Starscream gave him a raised optic ridge as he considered that, another wily grin forming as he hummed, “Well, in that case… the night is still young… want to go again?”

The Cyberninja felt his chassis thrum, the idea sending thrilled tremors through him, “Absolutely.”

The ex air commander grinned delighted as he scooped his partner up in his arms, “Hold on tight!~”

Prowl did, grinning with him as they shot into the sky again… It was going to be a long night…

———

Starscream hummed lightly to himself as he traced Prowl’s jet boosters, watching him relax quietly with purring rumbles from his engine.

They had returned to the campsite after a few more freefalls, Prowl deciding it was time to call it a night. It was fun, but he was also getting overwhelmed…

The seeker immediately agreed, flying them back to the small ledge for Prowl to recover and relax.

The two-wheeler was currently in his lap, slipping into recharge as Starcream traced the boosters with a scrutinizing gaze. He was thinking. Considering…

A part of him wanted Prowl to fly with him freely, another couldn’t help feeling disappointed he couldn’t, musing to himself the possibilities of finding a pair of mods that could let him take flight…

But he knew Prowl probably would refuse it… he knew the ninja was content with his current modifications, and Starscream would respect that.

Watching him purr and rumble peacefully, Starscream smiled, relaxing. With careful movements not to disturb the mech, he reached over to the small log pile and fed another to the glowing fire. He leaned back looking to the stars and sky, the clouds passing overhead covering the moon, smiling to himself as he offlined his optics with a content sigh.

#tfa starscream #tfa prowl #transformers animated #prowl x starscream #ninjastar #m0th writes #i am #tired #but this was worth it- #i just- #them freefalling and flying together… #I feel like this is the most romantic thing I ever wrote and it just- #WARM

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Freefall Masterlist

Ferrari's Defender

formula1news Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, having just recently escaped scandal after it was leaked that her relationship with said Ferrari driver was initially a PR set up, is under fire once more, the woman currently being heard yelling at the FIA stewards over their awarding of a 10 place penalty to Carlos Sainz. Thoughts?

"Ms.Earnhardt, this is incredibly inappropriate behavior. You are a guest at this event and we could very well-"

"Very well what? Throw me out? How is that going to look F1 if you throw the clearly distressed, sobbing girlfriend of il Predestinato out of the race? With many fans here due to my presence as the Princess of Nascar?" I glare, the steward flinching at my tone.

"This race has had nothing but bad PR. Your world champion Verstappen has been saying to everyone how he hates it here. The only positive media attention has been Hamilton's energy and the crossover event of my brother's, father, and I being here, representing Nascar."

And you can tell by their faces that they are aware that I am right. If they kick my family and I out now, they'll only face more backlash than they already are.

"What was your reason for being here?" Another steward asks, her voice gentler than the other, but whether that's for my benefit or hers I don't know.

"Carlos Sainz did not deserve that penalty."

"Ms.Earn-"

"No," I interrupt once more, the man from earlier quieting immediately. "Sainz only had to replace his power unit because of the FIA's negligence in ensuring that the track was safe for driving. You're truly lucky that he wasn't injured or worse given the state of the bottom of his car. This coupled with your clear disregard for driver safety-"

"We regard driver's safety very highly Ms.Earnhardt."

"Clearly that is not the case, given that you'd rather penalize him than apologize for the dangerous situation you put him in. You are aware that he was unable to feel his legs for a few moments right?"

They are. You can tell based on their expressions.

"And if you don't fix this, you know the negative publicity surrounding this race will increase ten-fold when the rest of the drivers comment on the injustice as well."

"They know better," The original steward disagrees.

"Do they?" I question, smirking at the oblivious man. "I already have Verstappen, Albon, Norris, Hamilton, and Piastri willing to speak on this. As well as my father, who I don't know if you remember, is Dale Earnhardt Jr., and would bring into question the validity of how penalties are given out in Formula 1," The explanation rolls off my tongue easily, smirk never leaving as their eyes grow wide.

Got 'em.

"What would you like to see happen to prevent you and the others from drawing attention?"

"Remove the penalty from Sainz. This was your fault, take responsibility like a big kid."

And its now that they pause, looking between themselves before the grouchy one nods, crossing his arms.

"We will notify the teams now and have the announcement released in the next hour."

"Good, thank you," I thank, smiling brightly. "I look forward to seeing the rest of the weekend," I assure, turning around and leaving the viewing platform to find both Ferrari boys, my brothers, and my dad outside the door.

"So? Did you hand them their asses?" Will asks, Alex elbowing his twin.

Looking to Carlos, I can see the concern and some of the emotion from earlier still in his eyes, making him look so much older.

"Carlos, they are notifying the teams now," I begin, Charles tugging me into his side. "Your penalty is being removed after further evaluation," I can't help but smile.

"Really?"

And I want to cry at how relieved he looks as I nod.

"Eres una diosa mi amiga, (you are a goddess my friend)" He says, and while I'm not sure what that means, he pulls me into a hug.

"How'd you manage this amore mio (my love)?" Charles asks, pulling me back in as Carlos releases me.

"I told them I would make the negative media attention even worse by speaking out, along with other drivers and my father, making this race even more of a mess than it already is," I explain, my Dad snickering.

"That's my little girl."

formula1news Sainz will move into the race Sunday with no penalty due to convincing by teammates girlfriend

carlossainz55 This is Lynnleigh. She supports not only my teammate, her boyfriend, but the entire team. And today she has gotten more hate for that than I have seen in the last month.

Lynnleigh stood up for the team when we were given an undeserved penalty, and made a case so strong that the FIA decided to reverse the penalty, putting us in a great position to do our best and stay there during Quali Saturday.

You, the tifosi, should be thanking her for making this happen. Not tearing her apart for being defensive about a friend.

Proud to call you a friend, Lynn.

Thank you for putting up with Charles and supporting the team.

Esta es Lynnleigh. Ella apoya no sólo a mi compañera de equipo, a su novio, sino a todo el equipo. Y hoy ha recibido más odio por eso que el que he visto en el último mes.

Lynnleigh defendió al equipo cuando nos impusieron una penalización inmerecida y presentó un caso tan sólido que la FIA decidió revertir la penalización, colocándonos en una excelente posición para dar lo mejor de nosotros y permanecer allí durante la clasificación del sábado.

Ustedes, los tifosi, deberían agradecerle por hacer que esto sucediera. No destrozarla por ponerse a la defensiva con un amigo.

Orgulloso de llamarte amiga, Lynn.

Gracias por aguantar a Charles y apoyar al equipo.

lynleigh03 anything for a friend Car ❤️ happy the stewards came to the right decision

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc fanfic #las vegas gp 2023 #carlos sainz does not deserve his penalty so this is how im fixing it #freefall series

[louiemutton]

Blossoms by the amazing devil, WinterHawk and set in freefall if possible (though I'm okay with any universe)

I am so sorry this is so late, I opened prompts and then real life showed up and smacked me directly in the face.

cw blood, mentions of injuries, references to dead characters

——————

The phone rings uselessly, dozens of messages pouring through as Clint ignores them. It feels closer to a tablet of stone, a useless brick in his hand. He goes to toss it away, the blood smeared across it another reminder of what had happened minutes ago. Before he does though, something flashes, catching his eye.

The name across the screen is emblazoned into Clint’s retinas. Bucky Barnes, the notorious ex-best friend, of Clint’s own doing. They’d been close once upon a time, some unspoken understanding that connected the two of them for years. Bobbi had noticed it, pushed for Clint to do something about it, but he truly was never ready.

But that had been a different era. These days they barely said a word to one another outside of mission talk. Their easy camaraderie was replaced with a tension that neither of them acknowledged, neither of them ever spoke about.

It was so like them to never talk about the things that actually mattered.

The mission was always more important.

The myriad of messages he’d received before this phone call meant nothing to Clint, but Bucky’s judgment weighs heavily on his soul. Part of him wants to know what’s going on in Bucky’s mind, if he thinks Clint is an evil assassin like everyone else. Or does Bucky truly know him, know that he’s in over his head again, a useless fuck up who got a teenager dragged into the line of fire and killed.

Clint’s not sure which is worse.

Curiosity wins over as he closes his eyes and prays this goes better than he thinks it will.

“Clint?” Bucky’s voice is hoarse, like he’s been yelling too long again. That or he’s been crying himself raw, because every time Bucky cries too much his voice gives out.

He tries not to think about which of the options it is.

“What do you want.” It’s colder than Clint intends, but he doesn’t feel much like himself to begin with. It feels like someone else’s voice, harsh and accusatory when all he wants to do is beg for Bucky's forgiveness.

“I called to make sure you’re alright.”

“I didn’t know you still cared.”

“Clint,” Bucky starts, but Clint doesn’t let him finish.

Clint doesn’t know what comes over him. “No, Bucky. You’ve spent the last five years fucking off on every mission you can get that’s as far away from me as possible, don’t pretend you suddenly care.” His chest is heavy with emotion and he’s not sure where it’s all coming from or how much of it is true, but it all comes flooding out regardless. He’s helpless to stop the pain that’s coming out of him, aiming it directly at Bucky rather than himself.

“You don’t get to lash out at me just because I asked you if you’re alright.” Bucky snaps, and it only aggravates Clint more.

“Fuck you.” Clint says, and he can feel his eyes welling up with tears because as hurtful as the words he had uttered were, he realizes that there’s so much truth in them, more than he ever let himself think about. He feels like Bucky abandoned him for years, the only time they were even in the same room together was when they went after Natasha, and even that had felt stilted.

“I called Kate.” Bucky says, his tone flat, and that stops Clint in his tracks.

“No,” he starts, but Bucky interrupts him.

“I know you won’t listen to me, I know I fucked us up, I know it’s my fault that I put work first. I won’t give you excuses, but don’t you dare start acting like I’ve stopped caring.” His voice breaks, Clint can hear it over the line, “I know you’re in over your head. I covered for you with Sam, but I never stopped believing in you. Out of everyone on this god-forsaken team, I am the only one who trusts the lengths you’ll go to not to kill people. So, don’t you dare act like I don’t care just because I’ve got my own baggage.”

“Bucky-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Kate should be there soon.” The line clicks, and despite how emotionally defeated Clint feels, there’s some small blossom of hope sitting in his chest, bubbling up amongst the pain and the hurt.

Bucky still cares, Clint thinks, and it’s something he truly didn’t think was possible anymore. He’s still got to figure out a way to defeat the hood on his own terms, but being seen by Bucky, Bucky knowing that Clint isn’t killing people, Bucky knowing Clint despite all the bullshit, makes Clint think that maybe all of this is possible.

He hears a knock on the basement door and a lilted voice calling out to see if he’s okay. He knows it’s Kate, but before he answers, all bloodied and bruised, he has a text message to send first.

Perhaps if he does, they can start to heal. Perhaps they can begin to move forward.

To Bucky: I’m sorry.

#violetlou2020 #winterhawk #freefall #i put references to the deleted kate scene in here if anyone needs a link to that let me know!!! #i dont know how i'll find it but i will figure it out lmao its on twitter somewhere #tater writes #Clint Barton #Bucky Barnes

[daisychainsandbowties]

still suffering through work but when im free this evening I wanna read 17776! I read ur fic on my lunch break (showstopping spectacular work of art blew my mind) and now im soooo intrigued 😶

-zoologist anon

!!!! oh you will LOVE it i think. i always use it when i’m lecturing on narrative structures as an example of what’s possible. it’s such a work of art and it’s so silly but so tender and that first part just… has never quite left my mind since i read it. that’s peak sci-fi to me in the sense that it’s inhuman and yet absolutely impossibly heartbreakingly human… that idea of voyager 1 and the golden record,,, impossible distances traversed by human voices

so glad you liked the first chapter i was honestly so nervous because it’s almost… if i removed the fic context i’d call it a prose poem and i wondered if i was pushing it too far stylistically but i wanted to capture what it might be like to (re)gain sentience. that idea of ava making herself and the world and light and gender and coming back toward herself like the freefall toward gravity, orbits decaying into the self

just found that so crunchy to explore and yes! i hope you are intrigued i don’t know how closely i’ll be following the actual “text” of 17776 but the dialogue/ transmissions are so beautiful i sort of want to preserve them (mostly). this of course requires me to read it again and probably many many times 🥰🥰

#zoologist anon #that fic is definitely verging toward the kind of poetry i write #less… rigorous in some ways but the spirit of it. a freefall towards meaning (and there’s nothing when you hit the ground) #realising that the meaning is not how you die but how you fall #so much fun to write 🥹 #fic: please respond

[leadenorb]

freefall

the sun alights you pastel peach and gold

aloft a banishment of fear of cold

the feathers in your chest, they fall and rise

and plummet, airborne in the auburn skies

as warm and soft and sweet as you recall

it's this, it's this, and then it's this, of all

the things you couldn't dare to wonder true

that one could fall forever

oh, but you

wreathed in shatter scars, lightning aflash

feel each piece of you shudder and still

and the memory flooding, awash

with your screams, a hue jagged and shrill

the lines don't match up the same as once they would sit

the elbows never quite set in place

the brass, off-colour but strong, fills in every slit

the parts recovered don't fill the space

and still, your fingertips dance, as upon a breeze

you strain your throat and attempt to hum

the ground can no longer hold your body with ease

for you still yearn for the pastel sun

#writing #poetry #freefall #10 dec 2023

[starsnheroes]

Up Next: @thefleetsfinest On Deck: @danversiism or @darehearts

The Enterprise was going to be stationed over the Starbase 515 for a few weeks, upon which for Linda had meant taking shore leave off the ship. This was her home after all, born and raised on the Starbase, a young girl whose family afforded her many comforts and as a young medical student notoriety as well.

There were plenty of reasons to an assortment of emotions, namely the range between eager to nervous. She would be seeing her family for the first time in a few years, and she had someone to introduce to them. Her brother, Tag, she was explicitly eager for him to meet Leonard.

On top of that, she may, more or less, have promised the Captain the chance to meet her father and possibly play poker with him and his room of associates who settled on the starbase for one reason to the next; for research, to work, to teach (which really was retirement in her father's opinion).

Today bordered on nerves because as talk about what she would be doing on the Starbase, so came talks about dates, double dates, namely today; she knew a place that had always supplied the best wine and dancing to be had . The nerves came more from the accompaniment of the other couple joining them. Linda's never done a double date before.

❝ You're gonna be hearing me say this a lot, but there is at least a thousand persons between my mother and my father that know the Carters. ❞ She warns to the group of them, though she doubts that'll run probably tonight unless the bartender was one and same from when she was a student, sipping whine and complaining along with her fellows about one thing to the next. Subsequentially, that meant they would know Linda.

❝ I'll see about getting you in on the melting of great minds, or whatever old Dad calls poker nights, Cap- JIM. ❞ She need not be so formal here, but it's definitely something that's adding to the nerves. Carol, Jim, and Leonard know her as Doctor Carter, while here she would be Doctor Carter's daughter, daughter of her mother one of the upper class socialites living on the base, and than all of Linda's achievements came after. ❝ First thing's first my family needs to meet Leonard, but that's another day's worries. ❞ Hand tightens its grip on Leonard's, and it's the first indicator that she's flustered more than she could say right now. Partners over ship captains when it came to meeting the family, but she was sure that Jim would get a seat at poker.

❝ Well, this is the place ⸻ Top shelf wine and the place to bitch about Nurse Barkers for fresh-faced medical professionals. ❞

#anyways here we go. i figure we'll go couple to couple / swap order as needed. but we'll start with Lin & Len (so mel next) and then toss it #to either Jim or Carol. and then YOU GET IT. and we can switch it up. as it feels natural to. #remind me to write about linda (616) & for what her family is pulled from implications of night nurse comics (that linda is upper) #as well as freefall hawkeye leaves the implication that linda seems familiar with charities galas #ANYWAYS THAT IS FOOD FOR IZZY THOUGHT. #ic; linda carter #linda carter; thefleetsfinest #linda carter; darehearts #linda carter; danversiism #thefleetsfinest #darehearts #danversiism #linda carter; group thread with leonard (thefleetsfinest) carol (danversiism) and jim (darehearts) #verse; linda carter; to heal across the stars (thefleetsfinest) #tagging this will be FUN

[hee-blee-art]

a little freefallverse update!

this is mostly a semantic thing—I just wanted to put this here for clarity, should anyone be interested. below are the names of all the story threads and their descriptions / main characters / associated tags for freefall:

bedevil - the world’s most renowned exorcist, a young priest with special abilities and shaky faith at best, works to fight demons with the help of a scandalously unusual business partner, and seems to have caught the attention of the devil. / father elias leon, kethmannoth, maria bentley [bedevil tag link]

devotional - a newly fallen angel, cast of out heaven for the sin of pride after seeing something he shouldn’t have, is hopelessly lost in the mortal world, torn between indulging in earthly hedonism with a fellow fallen angel turned demon and trying desperately to earn back his wings by helping a depressed former movie star find some meaning in life. / valoel, malnoch, adrian hunt [devotional tag link]

citadel - all her life, a young woman’s only home has been a secluded and sheltered fortress run by the order of the morningstar citadel, a group of satanic nuns charged by lucifer with the task of tending to gifted half-human half-demon children, only ever dreaming of the wider world—but when rumours of war bring chaos to the citadel, she will have to take fate by the horns. / pandora, seth, madam begonia [citadel tag link]

freefall - the forces of heaven and hell have been competing on earth for millennia, locked in a stalemate when it comes to humanity, but the stars are aligning for lucifer to make a very big move. in a brewing war between angels and demons for the eternal throne, some unlikely and unwilling figures will be pushed to the front lines and become the hinges of the apocalypse. / the demon princes, the archangels [freefallverse tag link]

(note: the tags are sometimes unreliable and leave some posts out; sometimes searching keywords in the searchbar as opposed to using tags gives more results but apologies in advance for any difficulties with the tags)

my current plan is to keep working on bedevil comic wips and developing the other threads textually (some of which I may share somewhere online, if there's interest) with some related art here and there. the freefallverse will be somewhat multimedia, and perhaps some day I will be able to collaborate with others to add to it!

for now, as always, questions about the stories & characters are always welcome :)

#updates #freefall #freefallverse #angels #demons #writing #comic #comics #info #freefall info #the (freefall: [name]) tags are new and may be a little unreliable at first #but the hyperlinks above should all work to bring up content I've posted for each so far #and there are also links to each story tag and each character tag in my oc directory (found in my pinned post) #related: if anyone has experience with posting original story content on places like wattpad I'd be very interested in discussing your #experiences with that! #freefall: bedevil #freefall: devotional #freefall: citadel