#junior doctor shenanigans

[glorious-blackout]

In a sign that the UK (or at least Scotland) hasn’t entirely lost the plot, it turns out that my work isn’t getting a bank holiday on Monday to ensure that as many planned appointments go ahead as possible and that patients are protected. 

Not sure if that’s the case everywhere or if it just applies to my health board but I truly hope more hospitals do the same. 

#GP surgeries are still shut though #and we're getting mixed messages about whether we're owed a day-in-lieu/bank holiday pay #but still - at least some of our higher-ups are actually prioritising patient care #abolish the monarchy #uk politics #junior doctor shenanigans

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

March 7th

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1. There's been many fics where wwx takes his revenge, or fights for himself and his place and there are people to support him in it. ITMF fics where someone takes revenge for wwx / fights for wwx. Showing a lover love for him / brother or sister's love for him / mother's or parental figure's love for him.

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

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2. ITMF:

A) War general wwx and/or lwj

B) W ar veterans wwx and/or lwj

2A)

the wei to the kingdom (is through the prince's heart) by Bird_of_Dreams (T, 4k, wangxian, Historical AU, royal family, Tournaments, Mutual Pining, WWX levels of obliviousness) features WY as a general but the war is over and doesn't feature in the story

🔒 Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending) both generals fighting in a war

The Silver Thread General by Itszero (E, 70k, wangxian, Imperial China, No Powers, General WWX, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Age Difference, Bottom LWJ, Forced Marriage, Protective WWX, POV LWJ, Childhood Friends, WWX is a Wēn, He was raised by them, WangXian Centric) wwx is a general but this isn't a fighting in war story

rebuttable presumption by sarah-yyy (WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Arranged Marriage, Hurt LWJ, Enemies to Lovers)

2B)

Recovery by Unforth (G, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rabbit Breeder LWJ, Veteran LWJ, Veteran WWX, PTSD, therapy animals, Therapy Rabbits, LWJ is an Asshole Sometimes, Doctor WQ, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Former Prisoner of War WWX, LXC is a Good Brother, Gray Asexual LWJ, Anxiety Disorder)

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3. A) Hello, I'm looking for wwx centric and xz centric (this part in a YZ post ~Mod L) fics. Anything that has them as the main focus works. I'd prefer if their relationship with someone else is not main focus of the fic, rather, it's more about them as an individual???

B) Any fics where wwx leaves/runs away after everything instead of dying. Just want to see him making a life on his own, discovering himself, healing, etc. Modern aus are fine too.

Have a good day! @kthvcult

3A)

🔒 in this corner of the world by akahua (G, 4k, wangxian, Kind of angsty, Cooking, Chinese Food, Inspired by Little Forest, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Comfort Food, Sichuan Cuisine, Spicy Food, Hunan Cuisine, Suzhou Cuisine, Soup, Lotus Root and Pork Rib Soup for the Soul, Modern Setting) also fits 3B

3B)

something left to save by androids_fighting93 (E, 57k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, No Bloodbath of Nightless City, JYL Lives, Not Everyone Dies AU, Hurt/Comfort, single dad WWX, Sick Character, Golden Core Reveal, the lightest d/s dynamic if you squint, handjobs, Anal Sex, Canon-Typical Dynamics) Does it count as alone if he takes A-Yuan with him?

Crazy, Rich Cultivators by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 13k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, POV LWJ, īthis started as a crazy rich asians au but quickly got away from me, light moments of angst but mostly shenanigans)

Something Warm and Safe by Winxhelina (T, 13k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Warm, Friendship/Love, Love, much softer than it seems, Not Everyone Dies AU, Canon Divergence)

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4. Hi!! thank u guys so much for all your effort! i was hoping that in the next in the mood for (though i’d love a comp with this vibe) could i get a fic where wwx is genuinely loved by the juniors/has a good dynamic with them? I was thinking something close to what’s written in the “hills and rivers” series (and every single one where they will throw down to defend him no questions asked). Thank you! @thwispsings

Joy In the Midst of These Things series by Glitterbombshell (T, 53k, wangxian, post-canon, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, teacher WWX, trauma & recovery)

Proximity To Knowledge by ChilianXianzi (T, 7k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Married Wangxian, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Teacher WWX, Inventor WWX, And his research assistant Lan ducklings, LQR is not a good educator, the kids are alright, WWX did online learning before it was cool)

bespoke by cafecliche (G, 3k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Fluff, basically I worked in both politics and event-planning and this is what happened, LSZ is a very good boy, which is specifically a tag for the fic but also just true in general)

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5. In the next available itmf post, could you/the community rec any fics where wwx is involved with activism? particularly if the fic highlights the hard and sometimes dangerous sides of the work. (I have vague memories of a few where it was LWJ who was involved, but I'm particularly interested in wwx for this request.) @balleyboley

like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, YouTube, Social Media, Flirting, Humour, Banter, Getting Together, First Kiss, Texting, so much texting, Youtubers For Social Justice, The Gang Gets Political, Competitive Flirting Via The Medium Of Youtube, it’s about the yearning, YouTube Rivals To Lovers) I'm not sure if this is what request 5 has in mind but these modern AUs have some element of WY being an activist

These Things Stay the Same by notevenyou (E, 30k, wangxian, Modern, Kid Fic, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Injury, Natural Disasters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hospitalization, Accidents)

Keep Track of Losing Days by giraffeter (T, 74k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Case Fic, Police, Missing Persons, Getting Together, Flashbacks, Detective LWJ, antifa WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, First Meetings, Seattle, Mutual Pining, nonfatal car accident, mafia wens, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers)

Heat It Up! with Wei Ying by justpeace (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, coworkers to dating, Getting Together, Chinese Food, racism that largely happens offscreen, workplace racism, toxic workplace environment, Workplace Relationship, food as a metaphor for racism, Humor, Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, food as a metaphor for flirting, References to Drugs, Alcohol, Asian-American Character)

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6. Hi ! This is an I’m in the mood for: I’m looking for a really good long and passionate Friends to lovers🩷 @red-spacekitten

See all this and more for just ten dollars a month! Series by ScarlettStorm (E, 382k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pining, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, repressed lwj, sex worker wwx, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, hornt™, mental health, therapy is good actually, Nonbinary NHS, Gender Exploration, Hurt/Comfort, past trauma, genderfluid wwx)

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7. hello! for the next in a mood for could i please get fics that have a similar vibe to “lynchpin” by shanastoryteller when it comes to yunmeg bros relationship, please??

🔒 to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JYL & WWX & JC, JC & LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soulmates, Chronic Illness, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Hanahaki Disease, but as a curse, LWJ says fuck, Feelings Realization, obsession with interior design, JGY is bad, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Family Angst, sibling angst, LXC says fuck, He's very stressed, soft, Wedding, LQR was in love once too, Motion Sickness, sect politics, Marriage Proposal, YZY had reason to be angry, JFM feels guilty and so he should, Madam Lan was imprisoned for no reason)

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8. haai! for the next in a mood for could i please request fics where jin guangyao feels the weight of comeuppance? like actually has to deal with the consequences of his actions instead of just dying outright. thank uuu UwU

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9. Hello I hope you are wellI would like to ask you if you could help me find fanfic where Lan Wangji is the one who travels back in time to fix everything or where Lan Wangji Furuto travels to the world of Mo Dao Zu Shi, the genre could be Wangxian or Xianwang Could you please do me a big favor and thank you, I love your work. @alfithia

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ) Not so much LWJ time travel fix everything more LWJ time travel break things in a different way that benefits WWX

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon) LWJ time loop

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, slow burn, getting together, first time, pining, pining while fucking, burial mounds settlement days, angst w happy ending)

The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, wangxian, time travel fix-it)

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 51k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX)

The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, family, not lan sect friendly, canon typical violence & gore, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mothers who live, some people live/not everyone dies)

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10. Itmf lwj protects wwx’s virtue… “only I can look at him” vibes; jealous, protective, and chivalrous lwj.

A Baby Dragon's Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing by sweetlolixo (M, 102k, wangxian, fantasy au, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, fluff, humor, happy ending) if the person doesn't mind AUs, then A Baby Dragon's Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing is the penultimate story for protecting Wei Ying's virtue.

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11. ITMF war fics. Like actual real war. Not like how people potray sun shot campaign, but war like WW1 WW2. If it could be modern , I would love it. But canon era will work too. Thankyou.

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12. this is for itmf!

does anyone know any good Xicheng fics?

(I've already read Audience of One by WinterDreams !!)

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13. hiii thank you so much for all the work that u do! ive been reading every recs for a week now >< that said, do u have any fics where wangxian are kids and are being there most adorable selves? i've been in the mood for baby wangxian and fluff lately. Thanks again!!

🔒 If You are with Me | End Racism in OTW by Starkalways1 (G, 5k, wangxian, Babyji and Babyxian story)

藍色的花，紅色的蘭 {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Childhood Friends to Lovers, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)

🔒 Hope series by RoseThorne (M, 59k, wangxian, WIP, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Crying, Music, Nosebleed, Fear, Recovery, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Flirting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Monsters, Sexual Tension, betrothal, Arranged Marriage, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Food, Secrets, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death, Resentment, Anger, Explosions, Yīn Iron, Grief/Mourning, POV WWX)

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14. Itmf war fics. Relationship or marriage in between war?

Not That Great a Sacrifice by Winglesss (E, 37k, wangxian, historical fantasy au, arranged marriage, marriage of convenience, elemental magic, pining, UST, forbidden love, miscommunication, weddings, fluff & humor, light angst w/ happy ending)

tie a knife with a ribbon by iliacquer (E, 5k, wangxian, Dubious Consent, Bottom LWJ, YLLZ WWX, D/s, Rimming, Frottage, a lot of smut, a sprinkling of plot for flavour, war prize LWJ)

Conquering the Emperor by catbrainedschemes (E, 21k, wangxian, Historical AU, Imperial China, Emperor WWX, General LWJ, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Historically Inaccurate, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Some Plot, Slow Burn, Happy Ending)

what price is duty, what cost is love by thunderwear (G, 18k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, WWX was never adopted by the Jiang Sect, War Prize, YLLZ WWX, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time, Falling In Love, eventual dramatic confessions, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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15. thanks for the hard work admins! any fics where lwj falls in love with wwx at first sight? thanksss❤️

smoke gets in your eyes by orphan_account (T, <1k, wangxian, WIP, F/F, Modern, Chef WWX) very short but very cute crush forming, wlw wangxian

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16. Itmf good madam yu fics.

A) she's always been good.

B) she grows good as fic progresses.

C) she's like - "yeah that is a nuisance gremlin, but you see that's MY nuisance gremlin " - for wwx @constellationdks

16B)

🔒❤️ the thing with feathers by RoseThorne  (G, 43k,wangxian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Fear, Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect)

16C)

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 78k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Only WWX Could Have an Empress to Farmer Pipeline, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, LWJ will grovel to the ends of the earth to make it up to WWX don’t worry, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan, not LWJ friendly)

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY,  implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma) It’s a moderne AU I liked it a lot it’s a YZY pov but it is very hard to read (READ THE TAGS)

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17. Hi! 🤗

Looking for the other fic, make me want to read more fics about WWX having his own sect. I really think WWX would be a great sect leader. So this is an ask for ITMF. ☺️ Thanks again for everything! 💕 @wangxiansgirl

I think there is a yiling Wei sect compilation on this blog!

🔒 a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, wangxian, SL/XXC, JC & JYL & WWX, JYL & LWJ, WWX & WN & WQ, JYL/JZX, Canon Divergence after Xuanwu Cave, Fall of Lotus Pier, But worse!, Power Imbalance, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Not Everyone Dies AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Loss of Limbs, Chronic Illness, Seizures, WWX's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Wēn Remnants Live, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Selectively Mute LWJ, Service Animals, Crows)

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[sebbywrites]

Training Camp Shenanigans (Nekoma & reader)

Summary: As a former club volleyball player, the reader is a great manager for the Nekoma boys team. She's just one to get into trouble when she isn't being so serious...

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(Y/n) (L/n). A third year now at Nekoma High School. You played Volleyball the entirety of your junior high years, and had a massive love for it; you even played for the High School girls' volleyball team in your first year. 

That is until you had broken your arm on a vacation over break to visit your family in America. It had taken a lot longer to heal because you still tried to practice with it broken, which your doctor yelled at you about. You were just lucky it was your non-dominant arm. 

So here you were, at a volleyball training camp, not playing. The reason being that while your bones had healed, you were still “baby guarding” your once broken arm, and trying to build back your muscle and strength in it. That ultimately made you quit playing competitive volleyball for the girls' team, which they understood, but were still sad to see you quit.

Starting the second half of your second year, you began managing the Boys' volleyball team. Coach Nekomata was also keen on letting you give them tips, from one player to another. 

Although your experiences differed greatly, you were an excellent player when it came to volleyball. 

That and the boys on the team absolutely adored you. 

Right now, they are doing a penalty lap of “penguins” (as you call them) after losing a match to Fukurodani. In a kenma-like fashion, you pulled out your phone and began playing Bejeweled.  

All too soon, your phone disappeared from your hands. You looked up to glare at the culprit, That’s my focus game, asshole!

“Haaah? What are you, 70 years old?”

“If your penguins are over with, a call out would’ve worked just fine,” you hissed. You tried to snatch your phone out of the taller boy’s hand, but he countered, holding it high above your head. 

You glared, “I swear, Kuroo, I’m coming for your kneecaps..”

“Eh?”

Kuroo stared at you blankly, and you took the opportunity to jump up and take your phone out of his loosened grip. 

Sometimes he forgets how good of an athlete you are, formerly or not.

“Come on, the next match is about to start.”

“R-right...”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were now refilling the water bottles for the team, humming a random tune. The last match of the day was still going, but you also knew that all of the teams would start their free practice after a short break, and you would have to go help out making dinner.

Then again, you could probably get out of it because you were terrible in the kitchen. Given that it was day one of the week-long training camp, you could probably be banned from the kitchen for the rest of the training camp.

You grimaced at the thought. 

“What are you thinking about?”

You jumped, almost dropping the water bottle in your hands. You turned your head to see Yaku looking at you with a small smile on his face. 

You laughed, “Ahaha, nothing much, just how I have to finish filling the water bottles and go help out with dinner.”

Immediately, Yaku started freaking out given your history with cooking.

From the doorway to the gym, Lev stared at the two of you yelling at each other.

“Uhh...”

Kuroo and Bokuto were chatting just behind Lev, the former taking notice of the first year’s lack of movement.

“Oi! Lev, if you have time to stand around then you can start working on your spikes!”

The platinum blond jumped. “Right!”

He took a moment to turn and ask Kuroo what was happening between Yaku and their short-ass manager.

Kuroo’s eyebrow twitched, while Bokuto started laughing his ass off at the two of you outside the gym.

“...I don’t know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After somehow setting the rice cooker on fire Kiyoko-san and Mako-san immediately banned you from cooking for the rest of the week. They didn’t even want you to do the dishes. 

While you expected this, it still hurt your feelings. 

Dejected, you started walking towards the gyms to let everyone know that dinner would be ready in about an hour. 

“Oya?”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima turned their attention away from their practice as you dejectedly entered the gym. 

“Chibi-chan!” 

Bokuto excitedly ran up to you and started chattering away. He left you absolutely no room to talk, making enough noise for everyone present. 

“A-ah, Bokuto...”

Akaashi sighed, walking up with Kuroo to shut up their owl-like friend.

“Sorry, (Y/n)-chan,” Akaashi said.

You laughed, now pulled out of your mood for getting kicked out of the kitchen. “It’s ok Akaashi-kun, I know how he is.”

“I know.”

Kuroo bent down (almost uncomfortably since he was a foot taller than you) to wrap an arm around your shoulder as you deadpanned. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, giving you a bad feeling.

“Oya oya, (Y/n)~” Uh oh. “Why don’t you help us teach this baby bird with blocking?”

Of course, he asked that... you thought with a twitch of your brow.

You sighed heavily, “I was only supposed to come let you guys know you have another hour before dinner is ready.”

“You got kicked out of the kitchen didn’t you?”

You froze. “Ho- Why would you think that???” you started laughing nervously.

“You can’t cook for shit, (Y/n), we all expected this,” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Yeah...”

“So...” His signature smirk made its way back to his face as he geared up to ask you again. “Help us teach him how to block? Spike some balls for us?”

After thinking about it for a moment with a pout on your face, you gave in. “Fine, I’ll spike for you guys.” 

“HEY HE-!”

“But only if you agree to stop making fun of me for playing Bejeweled.”

Now it was Kuroo’s turn to be shocked, slightly pulling away from your much shorter form. “You’re still mad about that!?”

He regained his composure as Bokuto and even Tsukishima laughed at you two.

“Fine, but I still don’t get why you play a game for old people.”

You scowled, then swiped your leg back to push in his knees harshly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You figured something like this would happen, so you brought your volleyball gear with you to the training camp. 

After you agreed to help the boys in the third gym out, you did still have to go inform everyone else about dinner. Afterward, you changed and headed back to the gym. 

There were still 45 minutes left until dinner should be ready once you found your way back to the third gym. 

Some of the other school’s players noticed you walking past the gyms again in your volleyball gear, shoes in hand. A certain duo took special notice and went to Daichi for answers.

“Huh? Ah you mean the Nekoma manager?”

“Is that who she is!?” Hinata asked excitedly. 

“Y-yeah,” Daichi replied. “She was one of the regulars for the girls' team up until last spring.”

“So cool!”

“Regular?” Kageyama inquired. “Then why is she their manager now?  Shouldn’t she be playing for the girls' team?”

“Ah, well, from what I heard she had an injury that made her switch gears. However, a friend of mine from Tokyo said that she was well on her way to becoming the ace of the Nekoma girls' team.”

“No way...!”

As you stepped back into the third gym, putting on your beloved volleyball shoes and then beginning your warmup, you also watched the two idiots and Akaashi giving a quick lecture to Tsukishima.

“Ah! Welcome back Chibi-chan!”

“I’m all warmed up now, so whenever you want to get to the play I’m ready,” you replied with a smile.

Kuroo asked Akaashi to go set for you on the other side of the net, while he, Bokuto, and Tsukishima would try to block.

You threw up the ball toward the second-year setter, then ran up for the hit.

You had complete focus on the ball, and the three very tall boys on the other side of the net. 

What none of them knew, was that for the past few weeks, you gathered up your friends from the girls' team and had them help you practice. You were still a bit unpolished in your movements after not playing seriously for such a long time, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment.

The cold, serious look on your face as you spiked the ball with such power scared even Kuroo, who was very used to playing with you during practices. He’d never seen such a look on your face. 

It unnerved him.

Nonetheless, he had set the timing for the block almost perfectly. Unfortunately, you aimed directly for glasses’ slightly spread-out arms. 

Your spike went directly between his arms like a hot knife through butter. 

It was exhilarating.

Tsukishima stared at the ball falling behind him in shock. He was absolutely sure you had no chance of going between his arms like you did, or through any of the three for that matter. 

“Aghhh, I should’ve expected that from (Y/n),” Kuroo commented. “Well, if that’s how she’s going to play, it looks like we might have to match her energy.”

The rooster-haired boy grinned with a determined look in his eye.

“Alright Tsukishima, let’s do it again,” the blond glanced at Kuroo as they set up their block again. “Remember, though, more experienced spikers like (Y/n) here will look for even the slightest hesitation, or the smallest opening in your stance and position. It’s important to keep that in mind.”

“R-right...”

“I’m going againnn!” you called out.

“Oonnne, two!”

Needless to say, the 5 of you came back after dinner to continue practicing (although Tsuki was dragged back against his will).

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was day 3 of the training camp when Kuroo and Yaku came to both you and Coach Nekomata with a special request.

“E-eh!? Why do you want me to join in on the practice? I should be taking notes a-and getting the waters and-”

“Well,” Yaku began, “We know you’re still a really good player, (N/n)-chan.”

“And, we know you still need some practice yourself,” Kuroo added.

You scowled. “Kindly fuck off, Tetsuro.”

“(L/n).”

“Sorry, Coach.”

The old man looked back at his two third-year players, “I’ll allow it.” You and the boys smiled excitedly. “But, let me talk it over with the other coaches first. While they may or may not know how good of a player she is, this is still a training camp for the boys' teams, so they might be against it anyway.”

You three deflated visibly but understood where the coach was coming from. 

This training camp isn’t for me as a player, so I don’t really understand why they would ask...

You looked down at your hands.

It can’t be helped... I quit on my own. It’s no one’s fault or responsibility but mine that I haven’t played in any matches. 

“-/n)? (Y/n)-chan?” Yaku called to you with a softness in his voice. 

He had immediately picked up on your change in mood at the shutdown of the request from him and Kuroo. The latter had also picked up on it, seeing as he had been a close friend of yours since your junior high days. 

He knew just how painful it was for you to not play, it’s why he convinced the Coaches to let you in on practice rather than just take notes for the team from the sidelines. 

Nekomata hadn’t ever seen you play until the first time you joined in on practice for 3 on 3 matches on a trial run. Kuroo’s lame excuse was that since you were a player yourself as well as their manager, you would have a better time gauging their strengths and weaknesses if you witnessed them firsthand in a match. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, as it certainly did help you gauge their abilities better, but it was still an idiotic excuse.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nekomata gathered the team together in front of the bench. Their two-hour lunch break had just ended, starting the practice matches back up.

You had yet to make your appearance back at the gym. No one knew why just yet, but a certain third-year duo had an inkling.

They were correct of course.

Just as Nekomata finished his little speech with the team and sent them off to warm up, you entered the gym in full volleyball attire.

“You see, our manager was a star player on our school’s girl team. She’s just as tenacious as those boys are, but I think it may also be a good learning opportunity for all of the teams.” Nekomata explained to the other coaches. 

“Huh?”

“I get that she was a player before, but...”

Keishen and Takeda shared a look with one another before the former spoke up. 

“We’d like to go along with it.” Ukai looked around the cafeteria to the players and other managers. “It’s a bit unorthodox, but because she’s a third year, and from what I’ve seen of her games-” Nekomata gave the young coach a look of surprise at that comment- “Nekoma’s manager is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Is that so...” Shinzen’s coach said.

Nekomata pulled you aside as you were refilling the water bottles a while before the practice matches were to start back up. 

“I talked to the other coaches about your request.”

“Chibi-chan is playing!?” Bokuto practically screamed.

Akaashi looked up from their team circle in surprise, as did many other players around the gym, including the resident God-like quick duo.

You tried to act nonchalant about it, but it was starting to be really hard not to focus on all the eyes on you courtesy of the other boys in the gym. 

Yaku grinned in delight. Kuroo gave his signature grin. Kenma looked a bit surprised at your small frame in volleyball gear, but quickly returned to save his game before starting warm-ups. Even Yamamoto had started crying.

“ACK!” Lev scooped you up into his arms and squeezed you as he cheered.

“L-Le-Lev!” 

“OI!” Yaku quickly kicked the back of the first-year’s knees, allowing you to breathe again. Once you were accounted for as safe from Lev, Yaku began berating the first year for quote-unquote “ALMOST KILLING OUR POOR MANAGER” .

You and many others sweat dropped at the two. 

“Uhh, Yaku? We need to warm up now...” you gently patted his shoulder.

You were nervous since the Nekoma boys were the only boys you’ve ever played against, but as soon as you had begun the first match of the afternoon all of your fears melted away. 

Once you were rotated into the match against Fukurodani, switching out with Kuroo, you gave a signal behind your back to tell the team the play you wanted to use. 

You know every single one of their strengths, weaknesses, and plays. You and the Coaches had come up with a large majority of them together, and you studied each player like you were going to have a pop quiz on the team at any given moment. Not to mention you practiced with them literally all the time.  

Bokuto and Akaashi knew you were good, but during the first set, they greatly underestimated just how good you had gotten since the last time they joined Nekoma in a practice match (which was only a few months, but you had also been putting in a lot of work to get back up to your previous level and then some). 

You guys didn’t win the match against the Owls, but it left a mark on their psyche at how close it had ended. 

Scary... they Fukurodani players thought to themselves. 

“What’s your analysis on the players, (L/n)?” Coach asked after your penalties. 

You used a towel to wipe some sweat off your face, staring into the ground blankly. 

“...They’re good,” you said. “But we can also be better. The next time we go against them, I think whenever Bokuto is on the court we need to give him more kill blocks than soft blocks. We gave him way too many soft blocks this time around, myself included.”

“You heard her,” Coach clapped. “Shut down more of #4’s spikes next time, but if you do find the need to intentionally get a one-touch, I advise you to do that as well. Sometimes it can’t be helped, to be honest...”

Nekomata grinned, seeing that Karasuno just got their asses handed to them by Ubugawa. They just started on their dive-receive penalties. 

“We’re against Karasuno next,” Kenma mumbled. 

“That’s right! Lev and (L/n)-senpai were gone for our practice match against them, and those two haven’t shown their ‘weird quick’ yet in front of her,” Inuoka commented.

“Weird quick...?” you inquired. 

Kuroo and Kenma started talking about it. 

“It’s fuckin fast.”

“It’s Shouyo and Kageyama’s extremely fast quick attack.”

You put a hand to your chin, thinking about something. 

The team left you to think, getting into position.

You and Yaku, the last ones to leave the team huddle, started talking strategy for the next match, although Yaku assured you this should be an easy one to win; they were all out of sync and still trying to perfect their new quick attack with Hinata’s eyes open now. Their star players were pretty shitty right now, you had to admit. 

You also knew though, that the second they got their shit together your team would be in an uphill battle. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was the last day of the training camp. You were excited to finally head home soon, but you would certainly miss seeing your new friends.

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo and Kenma introduced you properly to some of the players from Karasuno. 

Kuroo had to admit though that he was jealous at the instant click between you and Sugawara, though; it almost made him regret introducing the two of you. This is because while you were a pretty serious person in and out of games, you were an absolute menace to society. Daichi felt the same about Sugawara, just he was exceptionally polite and kind to mask his menace personality (for the most part). 

And because it was the last day, Suga and yourself roped some others into participating in a prank war. 

It started with you replacing Suga’s water for soy sauce in the middle of a game when no one was looking, as retaliation for him putting a shit ton of curry powder in your curry and you had to, uh, retire for the rest of the night. However, what you didn’t know was that you managed to put it in Daichi’s water bottle instead because you were panicking about getting caught by Suga, Kiyoko, or their Coaches.

Daichi thought it was Tanaka and Nishinoya that replaced his water, who in turn thought it had to have been someone like Yamamoto, who thought it was Lev, and so on and so forth. The only people who suspected you of the ‘crime’ were Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku; they had known you the longest and knew about your... habits. They also knew what had happened with your dinner the previous night, and had the suspicion that you wanted payback. 

Things didn’t get any easier at the celebratory lunch, either. You somehow acquired water balloons and got Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Inuoka, and a couple of others from the other teams to join you in wreaking havoc.

“Ahhh, youth,” Nekomata said at the sight of the large group of high schoolers screaming their heads off while getting absolutely pummeled by the small group of idiots with water balloons.

Keishin Ukai stared at the sight in both horror and shock.

“(Y/NNNNN) (LLL/NNNNN)!”

You froze at the sound of an irritated Kuroo. Yaku was close behind the tall rooster-head, equally if not more irritated. You slowly and mechanically turned to make eye contact with them.

Uh oh.

“Hey, hey....” Kuroo drawled. 

“Tet-Testu I didn’t-”

He and Yaku started sizing you up and you prepared to run for your life.

“(Y/n)....” Yaku muttered when they were within a short distance of you. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” You screamed as your favorite fellow third years started chasing you, both soaking wet and attempting to beat your ass like irritated parents.

“I’M SORRYYYYYYY! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GET WET IT WAS A JOKE! I SWEEEEAAAAARRRRRR!”

“YOU AREN’T ESCAPING THIS ONE, GET BACK HERE!”

Some had paused their war to look at you getting chased by the Nekoma captain and libero. They watched as you got violently tackled at the top of the hill and then came rolling back down.

Daichi had already corralled his evildoers and was in the middle of scolding them. He paused to smile at the antics before going back into his Dad Mode™ and continuing to yell at his teammates.

“Right.... Youth....” Ukai spit out. 

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma x reader #manager reader #volleyball player reader #platonic relationship

[teetle-time]

Time Is All We Have

A Doctor Who x Rise of the TMNT Xover interest check/story prologue because i'm losing all control of my life lmao

Quick mini-primer for where in both timelines we are:

Non-teetle fixaters, you can just watch the first few minutes of the Rise movie. Bad future timeline shenanigans wahoo! You should probably also get a feel for the regular present timeline from the show if you can, though we won't be directly interacting with it for a quite a bit. Because Reasons. :)

Non-Who fixaters, we're rolling with David Tennant Doctor The First and the companion named Martha Jones. The name similarity to the Casey Joneses makes me giggle, especially now that I've watched through the (REDACTED) episodes where she ends up with some more Caseys parallels. Those haven't happened yet for her though lmao. Frankly, she's only had a few episodes'-worth of adventures with the Doctor by this point. :)

anyway. shoutout to my brother purpletango for having this idea. i believe what i hurriedly jotted down in my notepad app went like this:

the rise movie begins, mikey gets ready to send junior back in time- -and something goes wrong. welp, the gateway's there now. may as well use it. junior gets yeeted through (and my brain is now adding the idea of leo realizing something's up and going with him) and junior (and maybe leo) land…in the TARDIS. now they gotta get back to earth (hoping they're at least in the right dimension) to find the key and stop the krang. NO PRESSURE LMFAO

with a lil tweaking to the premise that just sorta happened as i was writing, i'm now at 26k words of combined fic and notes. it has been 2.5 weeks. i am nowhere near done. help lmao

gonna be doing something a bit funky with the tardis here just to get the ball rolling. idk if it's a canon thing that can happen but if it's not then shshshshshshsh just pretend with me. take my hand

〜

Almost exactly twelve hours prior to the moment he died, when the rest of what remained of the Resistance had been asleep and it had only been the turtles awake to keep watch, Michelangelo had looked to his big brother and said, "We can't beat them, can we?"

Last night, Leonardo had swallowed and given a slight shake of his head. "We can't."

"They've even stolen the night sky from us somehow," Michelangelo had said, lifting his gaze to the cloudless, crimson sky. "Look, there's no stars anymore."

"When did that happen?" Leonardo had asked under his breath. "We still had at least a handful last I checked…"

"Sometime since the last time we had enough peace and quiet at night to actually look up. I'd say…in the past few weeks?" Michelangelo had suggested.

There had been silence for a long moment after that, broken only by the quiet, deep breathing of the few who were left, as well as the shifting of Michelangelo's cloak as he scooted a bit closer to his brother.

Between the two of them, Leonardo and Michelangelo had enough organic fingers and toes to count everyone else who'd survived the past twenty-odd years. Then again, with only two toes on each foot, three fingers on each hand, and three organic hands left to use…well. Less than twenty wasn't exactly an army.

Casey had shifted in his sleep, eventually, mumbling something incoherent the way his mother always had.

Leonardo had swallowed.

Michelangelo had pulled his gaze back down to Earth and looked at him.

"The Krang won't give us the mercy of dying," Leonardo had said grimly. "Not if they can help it."

"They won't," Michelangelo had agreed.

"The others chose to fight with us. Humans, yokai, and mutants. Even Todd. Never would've expected him of all yokai to be so kickass, back in the day. But…this is all Casey's ever known," Leonardo had continued.

"It is."

There had been a shifting in the shadows off in the distance, then, and while it had turned out to be easily taken care of, it had still put a pause on the brothers' conversation for a bit.

When they'd gotten back, but before they'd woken the others and gotten moving again, Leonardo had nailed Michelangelo with a solemn look. "We can't avoid this forever, but Casey…"

"I know you're not talking about that thing we talked about never talking about," Michelangelo had said, raising the ridges of his brows for a deadpan look and a wry smile.

Leonardo had jabbed an elbow into his plastron with a thick snicker…but he hadn't denied it.

Michelangelo had sobered up, then. "Oh."

"Do you think you can do it?" Leonardo had asked as he'd knelt to shake April awake, pausing before he did to meet Michelangelo's eyes.

"I know I can," Michelangelo had said, remaining quiet about how 'it' would very likely be the end of him.

They'd both already known as much.

"When?"

"I-I don't know. When things look bleakest," Leonardo had tried. "If it comes down to us. If it's just you and somebody else. If…if it's just you."

Michelangelo had nodded, then put a hand on his brother's carapace. "The Krang'll get front-row seats to Earth's very own home-grown sun. And that's a Doctor Delicate Touch guarantee."

"Wouldn't expect anything less, little man," Leonardo had chuckled. "Give 'em a light show that'll have 'em running scared."

"I can fly, Leo. And 'little man' was always Raph's thing," Michelangelo had snickered, reaching down to wake Casey. "Hey, Casey, we gotta get moving. Mind waking up and reminding your sensei that I win all height contests forever, no take-backs?"

The noise had begun rousing the others, and Leonardo had scoffed. "Turning my own student against me, Mikey? Low blow."

"Nah," April had said from where she lay. "This is a low blow."

She had snapped an arm out to smack Leonardo's shin, and the rest of the survivors had woken to quiet laughter.

It had been nice.

The last moment of calm within the storm.

In the present, Michelangelo winced as the mystic energies swirling through him reached a crescendo, but still pushed further, digging his fingers into the fabric of reality and wrenching it apart.

With Leonardo wounded, everyone else outnumbered, and Krang closing in on all sides, it was definitely pretty bleak.

There was no better time to make a time gateway than when there was no time left, after all.

His heart pounded in his tympana, loudly enough he almost could have sworn it echoed, a thud-thud-thud-thud that wanted to shake him to the core.

For a moment, with the Krang bearing down on him, his brother, and his nephew, it felt like he was losing his grip.

Casey's voice managed to overpower the thud-thud-thud-thud: "Master Michelangelo, no! You're gonna-!"

He knew.

How could he not, with light cracking his skin and his scales into little flakes of dust on the wind?

But Casey…he was the future.

The best of all of them.

As long as Casey would be okay, Michelangelo could do anything. Would do anything.

He turned his head back over his shoulder for one last look.

Casey looked horrified.

Leonardo looked resigned.

There was no one else left.

(He didn't want to go.)

Michelangelo smiled and gave his family a cheeky little wink, then turned his attention to the time gateway in front of him, threw his arms out to his sides with one last heave-!

-and like Earth's very own home-grown supernova, like the very last star in the universe, he imploded into golden light.

〜

Leonardo felt himself shatter inside as Mikey disintegrated and the time gate stabilized, but the Krang were still closing in.

"Casey, when you're done saving the world, do me a favor," he said, putting a hand on the kid's shoulder.

Casey looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sensei, don't-!"

Leonardo just smiled sadly and shifted his grip from comforting to more of a ready to throw.

He ignored the fire in his side and the trickle of blood down his plastron as he hurled Casey into the gateway. "Grab a slice-!"

"NO!"

Casey's scream was the only warning Leonardo had before the wrist-strapped grapple (standard issue, at least before Donnie had gone out with a bang) streaked back out of the portal, latched onto Leonardo's good shoulder, and yanked him off his feet.

"Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa-!"

The deafening thrum of a Krang laser and a flash of heat at his back told Leonardo exactly how he should have died, but the sensations vanished just as quickly as they'd appeared, leaving only the golden light of Michelangelo's ninpo and the silhouette a few yards away that told Leonardo where Casey was.

Leo almost let himself go limp in the rushing mass of energy as it faded from golden-orange to something more bluish-gray.

Almost.

Instead, however, he grit his teeth against the way his wound flared up and started swimming for Casey.

The light around them grew brighter with no signs of stopping.

By the time Leo reached the kid, he had to screw his eyes shut to avoid going blind.

He managed to grab Casey's hand, then wrap himself protectively around him-

-and then some kind of metal grating slammed against his carapace, his head snapped back, and he knew only darkness.

〜

The Doctor blinked at the sudden sound of beeping. "Oh? That doesn't sound right."

"Doctor? What is it?" asked Martha.

"I'm getting an alert," said he, darting over to one of the TARDIS' monitors for a look. "An alert that there's a lifeform catapulting through the timestream almost completely unprotected- two! Two lifeforms!"

Martha blinked. "What? How did that happen?"

"I don't know, but if we want to find out, we'd best get them onboard before whatever shielding they do have is eroded away." The Doctor studied the monitor for a moment more, then slid around the console and started throwing the appropriate levers and flicking the appropriate switches. "I need to focus on getting close- would you mind peeking out the doors to make sure my aim isn't off?"

"On it!"

The Doctor grinned, then turned his focus back to steering. "Aaalright then! They ought to be coming up just ahead, maybe a smidge to our left-!"

"I see them!" Martha called. "One of them- one looks human!"

The Doctor blinked, then looked up. "Only the one?"

Martha nodded, not tearing her eyes from the window. "The other looks almost like a turtle! Except, well, it's person-sized!"

"Curiouser and curiouser," the Doctor mused. Then, looking back down at the console, "Well, I think the simplest course of action would be to just…scoop them up!"

Martha glanced his way in confusion. "What, just open the door and grab 'em?"

"Exactly. You'll want to be quick and precise," the Doctor recommended. "Good to know we're on the same page."

After a moment to process what he'd said, Martha nodded slowly. "…right."

The Doctor carefully piloted the TARDIS close, and as he watched the energy readings of the two lifeforms get close enough, he heard Martha open the door, then yelp in surprise as something hard hit the metal flooring with a clang.

"Sensei?!" squawked the thick and emotional voice of a pubescent human boy.

"Oh, my," said the Doctor, skirting the edge of the console as he jogged over for a look.

Immediately, he could tell that whatever the circumstances were that had led to the two strangers being catapulted into the timestream, they had not been pretty. Between the apocalyptic fashion and weaponry, the fact that the turtle had seemingly been curled around the boy until losing consciousness, and the sight of tear tracks on the boy's face…well, a billboard would have been less obvious.

The boy glanced between the Doctor and Martha, wide eyes quickly shifting into suspicion as he slid off "Sensei's" plastron and placed himself between the turtle and the Doctor. "Who are you? What do you want with us? Are you with the Krang?"

Huh. He sounded American.

"Krang?" asked Martha, turning to him. "Doctor, what's a Krang?"

The Doctor frowned, mulling the word over. "Krang? Krang, Krang, KrangKrangKrang… Can't say I recognize the name. Bit of a shocker, really, and somewhat worrisome."

The boy's face spasmed, confusion clearly welling up, but the door chose to remind them all that it was still open by letting a tannish cloak drift through and land next to the two newcomers.

The sight of the cloak made the boy's eyes moisten further.

Oh, dear.

"Martha, could you get the door?" asked the Doctor, shifting his voice into something a little softer as he knelt next to the two strangers.

"Oh, uh- you got it."

As Martha did exactly that, the Doctor met the boy's eyes. "I'm the Doctor. Behind you is Martha, and this is the TARDIS. I don't know what it is you're running from, whatever this 'Krang' business is, but I promise you, you're safe here."

The boy's suspicion slowly lessened, the tension in his shoulders loosening some- though, notably, nowhere near completely. "And…what's a tardis?"

"My spaceship," said the Doctor modestly. "'S how I get around. What I want to know is, how did a humanoid teenager and a turtleman with a robotic arm end up hurtling through the timestream all on their lonesome?"

At that, the boy's gaze flickered to the cloak on the ground, and his jaw hardened in that way jaws tended to do when the only other option was to sob.

"…I see," said the Doctor quietly. "While I'd like to know the specifics, pushing this sort of thing never really seems to work out well. So I won't."

"You-" The boy's voice cracked, and he tried again. "You said you were a doctor?"

"The Doctor," corrected he.

"Though I've been training as one for quite some time, myself!" Martha reminded.

The boy visibly warred with himself for a moment, then grit his teeth and pulled slightly away from the turtle's side, revealing a nasty gash that had gone clean through his shell. "Help him. Please."

Martha gasped. "Oh, God-!"

The Doctor's eyes flew wide, but then he nodded firmly. "We'll do everything we can."

#tenth doctor #martha jones #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #casey jones junior #rise #tmnt #doctor who #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #self fic #if you listen closely you can hear the faint sounds of slow jazz 1920's-style 'having a good time' by queen in the distance #TWO ANGSTY YOUNG-OLD MEN IN THE TARDIS WITH THEIR COMPANIONS SURNAME JONES #WHAT WILL THEY DO

[viviienne]

     (  sophia bush  .  cis female  .  she / her  .  )    that’s  vivienne george - alden walking  in  to  the lookout  -  you  know  ,  the  thirty - eight  year  old  veterinarian  known  for the short-lived and ill-fated advice column she ran when she was in college   ?  having  lived  here  for  two weeks ( previously thirty - one years )  ,  their  neighbors  know  them  to  be  percipient  &  convival  ,  but  their  brittle  &  obstinate  tendencies  shine  through  when  there  are  no  buses  in  to  the  city  .   ———   @30extra​ .

𝐨𝐨𝐜.

i tried making this short, i really did, but... whoops. anyways, hi, i’m red ! twenty4, she / her, eastern timezone, and i’m so grateful for this group because? i can’t write young, hip, twenty-something muses any longer? this is my lil’ ghostin’ girl, viv, back in town for all kinds of drama and shenanigans. i can’t wait to start writing with all of you. x

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨.

full name: vivienne daphne george - alden. 

age & birthdate: 38 , april 29th, 1984.

zodiac: taurus sun, aries moon, sagittarius rising her whole chart is a disaster.

gender & pronouns: cis female, she / her / hers.

orientation: bisexual biromantic.

relationship status: it’s real complicated.

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

trigger warnings : mentions of teenage pregnancy, seizure, cancer, death, miscarriage . 

vivienne was born in new orleans to a woman named julia taylor, a seventeen year old in high school who believed the promises of a boy who vanished shortly after learning of the pregnancy. scared, barely staying afloat, and not ready for a child, julia made the choice to give her daughter up for adoption. she did so unaware of the couple that would be taking her daughter and ensuring that they had no way to contact her — she wanted a second chance at her life, and after giving birth, vivienne made her way into the arms of john and tallulah george, a couple who were suffering infertility issues as they expanded their family, and thankful for the blessing someone else had bestowed upon them in the form of their daughter.

vivienne grew up comfortably in lakeview with her parents, two older brothers ( and later a little sister, the “ rainbow ” baby to her parents ) and the family dog, norman. tallulah taught fifth grade at the local elementary school, and john worked a corporate job in new orleans. they were your quintessential all - american family, the kind you’d see attending every friday night football game decked out in the home team’s gear because a neighbor’s kid or a friend of someone’s child was out on the field, in the stands, on the sidelines — they enjoyed being in the presence of others, supporting and uplifting, getting out of the house and experiencing their little corner of the world to its fullest.

the third in line of the george kids, viv was set to make her own way — sharp as a whip, talented on the soccer field, and a bubbly personality to boot, it wasn’t hard for friends to be made, boys to try to catch the attention of, her own path taking a shape seen dozens of times before. 

and then, without fanfare or warning of any kind, the road seemingly fell off a cliff : one random wednesday night, tallulah experienced a seizure right before she went to bed, panicking the entire family. vivienne’s response was to lock her door from the ensuing chaos outside in the hallway as 911 was called and paramedics arrived. it shook the entire family, for someone who seemed a perfect photo of health as tallulah to fall into a coma after experiencing yet another seizure in the hospital, experiencing kidney failure as caused by a silent spread of multiple myeloma. vivienne missed the first three weeks of her junior year of high school sleeping in hospital chairs, waiting for her mother to pass away at any given moment per the doctor’s bleak prognosis. miracles seemed to be on their side, as tallulah woke up and, despite the newfound knowledge of her kidney failure and a cancer that promised to take her within the year, was in good spirits. they would have another few years together before she passed away. 

vivienne had known keith her entire life, it seemed, and although no one claimed it would be a surprise should they end up together, it came out of nowhere for viv. one day, he was there, a thorn in her side from all the pestering from her parents, and the next, he just was. he was her rock throughout the ordeal with her mother, and she was next to him every step of the way when his career - ending injury kept him from the nfl. married young — vivienne didn’t want to waste the time she knew they weren’t promised, and wanted her mother to be able to attend the wedding — and vivienne making plans to use her degree in biology to teach high school, they were nestling in to eventually start a family. 

vivienne’s spark grew dull as the next few years of her life droned by, the flame of her marriage to keith beginning to dim as well. the positive pregnancy test seemed to be a good omen, finally, a nod from her late mother that she was where she was meant to be. it was only a few weeks in when, one afternoon at work, the pain in her abdomen began and blood was present when she was finally able to make it to the bathroom. she took an emergency half-day and drove herself to the doctor, where they confirmed she had suffered a miscarriage. the news devastated vivienne, hollowing her out and leaving her awake that night while keith slept next to her with nothing but her thoughts to aggravate her further. she stared at the ceiling fan, tears in her eyes, and felt something in her break. she was done. she had to be. if this was life, she could no longer live like this.

against better judgment and acting fully on impulse, vivienne quit her job the following day, booked a one-way plane ticket to a city she’d always wanted to visit but never had, and, after keith had gone to bed, called a car to take her to msy with nothing but a letter left on their kitchen table profusely apologizing. guilt gnawed at her for not telling him in person, not asking him to go with her, but she needed to find herself again — who was vivienne, without the trauma and complacency and grief and the role she had slipped into so easily that it had consumed her entire being? 

viv found herself in seattle, then new york, then chicago, and then portland. she went back to school and got a doctorate in veterinary medicine; she went to therapy and wrote close to 100 letters to keith that she’d never send ( but she would send one — petition for divorce ), she danced on bar tops and stopped calling her siblings, she realized that the world was bigger than her small town and that she was inconsequentially small, so small that the universe and her demons began overlooking her. she came to terms with herself in her seven years away and felt like she was more than just a copied and pasted sentiment someone had had about her once. she felt real, the kind of real she’d only felt in her adolescence prior to her mother’s health left-field turn. 

but all good things must come to an end : she’s back in lakeview, a father to visit now that he’s found a companion he’d like her to Officially Meet, and a husband that she has to have a lifetime’s worth of conversations. or not. i’m taking creative liberties here, saying that the the former vet in town has stepped down for retirement, and thanks to those good ol’ family connections, vivienne was able to slip ‘n slide right into the position. yeehaw, everyone !

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬.

roommate — viv doesn’t necessarily feel comfortable returning to her home that she once shared with her estranged husband, nor does she have any preconceived notions she’d be welcome there, so it’d be nice for her to have a roomie as she gets re - adjusted.

former coworkers / friends — viv has lived in lakeview her whole life, plus taught biology on the high school level before she just... up and quit, so gimme people who have speculated in the teacher’s lounge about her houdini act, people she fell out of touch with after disappearing who are hurt by what she did, high school acquaintances that are like “ oh, so you’re back now ” ; it’s a small town, so everyone best be up in her business !

best friend — this is the one person that vivienne talked to while she was away. inseparable. will call her on her shit as they get wine drunk, but the well-needed voice of reason in vivienne’s life.

#30.intro

[my-ff-drafts]

hello

I am very much in my "fuck love triangles" era, so i'm trying to write a story where basically there's three desi girls at an american high school, catholic and private for flavor.

So main character is our girl, Pari. Now, she's a junior and in track and field and has Parental Pressure about her school subjects. Track is one of the things she got to choose and she loves it. Big time procrastinator and rarely studies for things b/c she remembers the important things easily. not out as lesbian to her homophobic parents. only child

Pari has a crush on a senior named Alia (not the Bhatt one). Alia helped her with her homework once and ever since then, she's been down like a meteor fallen to earth. Alia is an out bisexual, half desi, half irish girl. she has had on and off relationships throughout school with mostly guys and one girl who already graduated. She takes mostly regular classes, wants to be a doctor, and hangs in the cool, but not popular crowd. Also does track and field as a discus/shotput thrower.

Alia's best friend and neighbor is Ria. Ria also has a crush on Alia. Only Alia and her cousin know that she is pansexual demiromantic. Actually she struggles with that label tho, but more on that at 9. Ria is in at least 2-4 AP classes, president of 2 clubs, and is a star track hurdler. Ria is Indian by birth, born there, but moved to America when she was 3.

so basic plot summary is that pari falls from the bleachers at school during track practice and that sends her into a coma. when she "wakes up", she find that she is in ria's body. ria is there with her too and they alternate 6 hours shifts of controlling ria's body. shenanigans ensue. through late night talks and morning time walks wiht a person in your head, they slowly fall in love. what will they do when pari's parents want to pull her off life support tho?

#that desi wlw american hs story #official tag #desiblr #writeblr #gay #wlw

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Baby Bonnet

by WeeBigJane

Research Scientist Dr. Edward Teach and Obstetrician Dr. Israel Hands are finalizing a fertility wonder drug at Bonnet Biotechnology. Due to a shortage of lab space and a small amount of nepotism their project is shut down before human testing can begin. Their funding and lab space is reallocated to failing Research Scientist Doctor Stede Bonnet and his in-vitro gametogenesis project.

Dr. Teach and Dr. Hands must find a way to bypass the review board and the FDA to secretly test their pregnancy drug on a human being. But what woman in her right mind would agree to submit herself and her unborn baby to an experimental drug? Perhaps Ed, Izzy and Stede F*cking Bonnet only need each other to see the experiment through.

A reimagining of the 1994 Schwarzenegger/DeVito comedy “Junior” now with a Queer element and featuring our favorite cast of characters from Our Flag Means Death. If you haven’t seen ”Junior”, don’t watch it first. It will be more fun if you have never seen it. There are additional plot points added to the core story to make the Queer Romance element work so even if you saw the movie, the story will be very different. Time period: Mid 2000s. Land lines, internet, cellphones. No smart phones.

Words: 4155, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV), Junior (1994)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Israel Hands, Blackbeard's Crew (Our Flag Means Death), Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death), Mary Allamby Bonnet, Doug (Our Flag Means Death), Alma Bonnet, Louis Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Scientists, Cisgender male pregnancy, Canon-typical medical inaccuracy, animal testing, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, references to abortion and miscarriages, Hijinks & Shenanigans, It’s funny because it’s written seriously

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44145603

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[snickerdoodlles]

📚 for the fic ask

Pat and Wai and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad realization that You're Friends With That Asshole

listen i'm a sucker for messy unwanted friendships and these two are very, very funny together, i cant help myself

so, the fic opens to the fact that Pat and Wai each see each other as Pran's free bastard man. do they hate each others' guts? absolutely. does Pran look Disappointed any time they're close to fighting? unfortunately. so they resolve to Tolerate each other's existence for the foreseeable future, and they tolerate each other so well they become actual friends (they refuse to acknowledge it though. they will do many things for Pran, including hiding a body, but admitting That Guy isn't toooootally the worst person out there? inconceivable)

it starts with a truce during their second year finals, shortly after Pat and Pran ""break up"". Pran gets vvvv stressed as projects come due, and it's the only times of the year Wai never flakes on him after The Incident Of Junior Year (high school). Wai's been Pran's rock through tough times like exams for ages (he doesn't get into the same anxiety spirals Pran does and will cheerfully use his bad grades to beat back any of Pran's intrusive thoughts). Pat's just Pran's safe space and really good at helping Pran loosen up or rethink whatever's overwhelming him at the time. and as Pran trumps whatever they feel about the other, Pat and Wai even go as far as exchanging phone numbers in the name Pran's sanity

further Totally Not Friendship shenanigans include:

Wai accidentally sends Pat a text he meant to send Pran. Pat responds exclusively in emojis in a text so long it fills the whole chat. Wai will not take this challenge laying down, cracks his knuckles, starts typing

Pat helpfully stands over Wai's shoulder and corrects his calculus and physics homework. the fact that he's good at teaching both is downright offensive, much to Wai's dismay. Wai finds his revenge when he shows Pat shortcuts and tricks for CAD (design software), and now the two of them are actively helping each other with their homework but like, pettily

Pat: uh oh by junior doctor is u Wai: ????what are you talking about, you know my english isnt that good *one google translate later* Wai: HEY FUCK OFF

one time Pat, Pran, Korn, and Wai see Ming on campus. Pat doesn't want to see his dad. for obvious reasons, Pran can't be seen by Ming. Korn is always willing to have a friend's back, except he can't make up good cover stories to save his life. embracing the deep wells of his practiced obnoxiousness, Wai's time has come

(he pretends to be a very new, very confused, but very earnest campus tour guide who's convinced Ming is a parent he lost from his main tour group, and proceeds to forcibly drag Ming every which way looking for said imaginary tour group while giving Ming an almost entirely incorrect tour of Ming's own faculty. Wai very nearly fails because the other three follow after them and barely manage to muffle their laughter. it's the closest Pat's ever come to admitting he actually likes the guy)

this:

basically Pat and Wai's combined energy is the b99 quote "the new plan is: no plan! we wing it! probably won’t work, but i said it with a lot of confidence" and i think it's a shame we don't force friendship on the two of them so we can enjoy it

[[ask me about the fic I'm not writing]]

#bad buddy #pat & wai forced friendship fic #aahhh the stories i could force onto these two #*chef's kiss* #ask game: fics im not writing #*give credit and tag me if you write anything inspired by this post thank you <3

[nazuna-tunnel-vision]

wait in which stories does nazunyan go apeshit

Absolutely out of control Niichan:

- "Just die already. I'll live with your blood on my hands.": Romantic Comedy (! era)

- "You'll pay the price of laying your hands on my Tomo-chin with your life!": Reloaded!! (!! era)

- Repeatedly cursing Eichi: Sanctuary (!! SS) (TL by fortunebanquet or by Ren)

Not yet unhinged but he'll get there one day! :

- Doctor's Coat (! era): Tennis Club shenanigans with Izumi, Makoto and Tori.

- The Motives of Good Boys (! era): headcanon that Eichi earns his spot on Nazuna's hitlist here, altho he never actually appears. Also this is one of the cutest Ra*bits stories imo. They're trying to learn how to present a "bad boy" image for a photoshoot and uhh, they're doing their best!

- High 5 (!! era): Eichi is definitely on his hitlist. Oh he's definitely on his hitlist.

- Bogie Time (!! era): Nazuna- 'hope Tomoe gets here soon! I know he was in fine, but Tenshouin probably manipulated him so I don't hold it against him.' Also Nazuna, 5 mins after meeting Hiyori- 'Can you NOT act like we're friends. I am about to spontaneously combust from the sheer rage I feel from being in your presence.'

He's a little guy with boundless potential! to go apeshit. Also he basically only goes crazy when his juniors are in danger, he's such a good senpai isn't he the cutest, and also it's really cute when he gets angry because he's so tiny and his hair is the brightest and happiest shade of yellow and you're just having a cute little bnuuy hissing at you and like--

#enstars #nazuna nito #recc list #nazuna #i understand how eichi feels when he sees nazuna cursing him and just laughs

[glorious-blackout]

@see-sawed In addition to Legionella and STIs, apparently people travelling to Spain are also at risk of developing lupus 😅

#passmedicine out here trying to blame Spain for every illness under the sun #junior doctor shenanigans #medicine

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Compilations

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General

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Amnesia/Memory Loss | Arranged Marriage / Accidental/Drunk Marriage

“Beautiful Writing and Good Plot” Compilation | Pt. 2

Canon Divergence pt.1 | Canon Divergence pt.2 | Characters reading/watching the series | Cloud Recesses Study Arc | Crack & Crack Treated Seriously | Crossdressing | Crossovers & Fandom Fusions pt.1 (not including SVSSS, TGCF, WOH, Guardian) |  Crossovers and Fandom Fusions Pt.2 (only includes SVSSS/TGCF/WOH/Guardian) | Curses, Potions, and Spells (Oh my)

Daemons / Sentient Sword | Doctor / Firefighter / EMT

Famous / YouTuber

Golden Core Reveal / Golden Core Fix-It 

Heavy Angst | Holiday Comp |  Horror

Identity Shenanigans | Interesting / Good Worldbuilding pt. 1 (Canon Era only) | Interesting / Good Worldbuilding pt.2 (AU's only)

Junior Centric

Mafia / Cop / Detective / Thief | Modern Cultivation / Modern with magic | Musician / Orchestra

Non-AO3 Part 1 (Twitter) | Pt.2

Podfics  

Reality TV | Royalty AU

Shape-shifter AU | Sick Fic / Hurt/Comfort | Soulmate AU | Sports AU 

Teacher/Professor | Time Travel 1  |  Time Travel 2  |  Time Travel 3

War Prize AUs | WangxianFicRecs Presents: Hair Brushing & Caretaking

YilingWei Sect AU | YiZhan

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Wangxian Specific

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A/B/O

Disabled WangXian |  Dom Wei Wuxian | Dom Lan Wangji

F/F Wangxian | M/F WangXian

Genderqueer/fluid WangXian | Ghost WangXian

Immortal Wangxian 

Mythical / Supernatural WangXian

Non-Cultivator WangXian

Parents/Parental WangXian | PregXian & PregJi

Trans Wangxian

WangXian in space

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Character Specific

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Jiang Cheng Bashing | Jiang Cheng Friendly / Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation | Junior Centric

Lan Wangji leaves the Lan Sect

Non-Yunmeng Wei Wuxian

Single Parent Wei Wuxian | Single Parent Lan Wangji

Wei Wuxian keeps / gets his OG body - Resurrected by someone other than MXY

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Other

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Fanwork Research & Reference Guides  |  WangxianFicRecs Presents: (tag) | Mod Favorites pt.1

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #wangxianficfinder compilation post #long post

[mercerislandbooks]

For the Love of the Rom-com

While I read across genres in the Young Adult section, I have a soft spot in my heart for the rom-com. Though this genre might come across as light and fluffy, in actuality the form is able to take on topics as varied as mental health, identity, immigration, racism, and grief, to name only a few. Sure there’s romance, escapism, and happy endings, but what kept me picking up one YA rom-com after another in the last month was the window into the lives of each protagonist. More than ever I’m seeing #ownvoices authors tell stories that reflect their particular experience with the characters that they hadn’t seen in novels as young people. In turn I get a glimpse into a life different than my own and subsequently widen my world view. Here’s a collection of some of my recent reads!

Counting Down With You by Tashie Bhuiyan

The debut novel from this Bangladeshi American author (and the first novel I’ve read by a Bangladeshi American) takes the fake dating trope and turns it into a thoughtful exploration of expectations across cultures. Karina Ahmed is a high school junior buckling under the weight of Bangladeshi parental expectations and coping with anxiety largely on her own. They want her to be a doctor. She secretly longs to be an English teacher. When her parents take a month-long trip back to Bangladesh, leaving Karina and her younger brother in the care of their grandmother, Karina is looking forward to a much needed break. But her quiet month is almost immediately disrupted when, through a series of circumstances, she is roped into pretending to be Ace Clyde’s girlfriend, Midland High School’s bad boy. As the two slowly get to know, appreciate, and, of course, fall for each other, they also encourage and call out each other’s strengths. Bhuiyan movingly portrays the complex experience of a Bangladeshi American female teen, trying to meet the expectations of her more traditional parents, navigate managing her anxiety, dealing with the double standard of her gender within her culture, and learning to stand in her own power.

Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean

Given this cover, I expected something totally different from what the pages held. The main character of this “lost princess found” novel is anything but sweet and demure, the impression I had from the cover. Japanese American Izumi (Izzy) Tanaka is living her best average life with her single mother in the small Northern California town of Mt. Shasta. When she finds out that her previously unknown father is actually the crown prince of Japan, her world turns upside down. Once this knowledge goes public, Izzy is whisked away to Japan to get to know her father and become acquainted with the rest of her family. Having always felt out of place as one of the few minorities in her town, Izzy is hopeful that she’ll finally find a place where she belongs. But life at court is more complicated than Izzy can imagine, and she finds that in Japan she’s too “American.” Izzy’s voice is suffused with humor, so even as she struggles to fit in, her inner monologue made me laugh out loud. A slow burn romance with a hot bodyguard, backstabbing cousins, and relentless paparazzi shenanigans only add to the delicious fun. There’s talk of a sequel in 2022!

Better Than The Movies by Lynn Painter

The premise of girl uses boy next door, with whom she (seemingly) shares a mutual dislike, to get to the boy she crushed on in childhood that has just moved back to town manages to squeeze in a slew of rom-com tropes with witty breeziness. Liz makes a deal with boy next door Wes that she will relinquish the parking spot they feud over daily if he will help her get a date to Prom with childhood crush Michael. Of course it ends up being more complicated than that. Liz is confident and comfortable in her own quirky skin, but is also still dealing with the grief of losing her mother, which seems to be hitting her more sharply as all the “lasts” of senior year are happening. Spending time with Wes in her efforts to get close to Michael, Liz realizes that maybe she doesn’t hate him as much as she thought she did. Movie lovers will appreciate that each chapter is headed by quotes from the rom-coms that Liz obsesses over. I appreciated the balance of snarky banter with an honest portrayal of the complicated relationship Liz has with her grief.

Love in English by Maria E. Andrew

I’d been meaning to read Love in English for months and finally picked it up. Ana and her mother have recently moved to New Jersey from Argentina to join her father, who’s been living in the United States for some time. In Argentina, Ana thought her English was pretty good, but finds that navigating high school in America is a daily struggle in understanding her classmates and teachers. Andrew uses blocks of ##### to show the parts of conversations Ana misses, drawing the reader into her confusion and frustration. Reading this novel, I was reminded of when my family hosted a Japanese exchange student in high school, and the hours she spent translating her homework from English to Japanese. Reading what it was like for Ana, I had a glimpse into what it might have been like for Miki, and it made me admire her, and all the people who come to the United States not knowing the language. I’m certainly not proficient in any other language than English. The short chapters are interspersed with Ana’s handwritten ESL journal entries, musings on the confusions of the English language and poems that play with varieties of word meanings. Ana is attracted to a cute boy in her math class, Harrison, but also bonds with fellow ESL student Neo, who is from Greece. While romance is a central thread in the story, what I found most compelling was the portrayal of what it’s like to live in a place where the ability to communicate and comprehend is limited. Ana’s perseverance and curiosity in the face of that challenge is inspiring.

The Quantum Weirdness of the Almost-Kiss by Amy Noelle Parks

Last but not least I decided to continue my theme of YA rom-coms in my current audiobook and cued up The Quantum Weirdness of the Almost-Kiss. Set at an elite boarding school for math and science prodigies, this is a dual POV narrative Evie and Caleb, best friends since childhood. Evie is one of the few females at their prestigious school, and excels in math and physics, but hasn’t shown any interest in the opposite sex until new guy Leo catches her eye - with his physics proof. When Evie decides romance might be worth exploring with Leo, Caleb has to figure out how to be supportive, despite the fact that he himself is also secretly in love with Evie. Alternating chapters between Caleb and Evie’s POV mean that we get to see what’s going on internally for both of them as Evie embarks on her first relationship with Leo, Evie and Caleb team up for a national physics competition, and the course of love takes twists and turns. While there is plenty of swoony romance, I also loved the way that Evie has grown to learn to live with her anxiety and how she sets the boundaries she needs to take care of herself while also pushing herself beyond her comfort zone. Parks does an excellent job of making the all the math and physics approachable for the layperson.

There are many more YA rom-coms to choose from in the Teen section, so stop by and see what catches your eye!

— Lori

#island books #lori robinson #ya romcom #counting down with you #tashie bhuiyan #ownvoices #tokyo ever after #emiko jean #better than the movies #lynn painter #love in english #maria e andrew #the quantum weirdness of the almost-kiss #amy noelle parks #summer reading #librofm

[goldenmessenger]

I was just thinking about fun stuff for what would be fun to see for future movies, and I was thinking:

The beginning of freshman year is very Breakfast Club, right? With these misfits all ending up in detention together and bonding, and we know that was intentional.

My idea/suggestion is, what if Junior Year (or Senior, I’m not picky) took inspiration from another classic movie? A classic movie about a kooky old man with the power to travel in time and the teenager he pulls into his wake.

I am, of course, talking about Back to the Future!

We all know Aguefort’s love for chronomancy, and we know some intriguing things about the pasts of all the parents!

Just think of how fun that would be. The whole thing wouldn’t need to be in the past, but just, major time travel shenanigans all season.

Think about it!

We could see young Pok, maybe right before he became the suave man we know and love. (And have Riz with the classic internal dilemma of whether to change the past to save a loved one.)

We could learn what Sklonda was like in highschool or college.

We could see hot Gilear!

We could see Sandra Lynn’s rebellious days (and learn more about her past with her old group).

The Thistlesprings were probably even more adorable and we could see their early dating days!

Kristen could also have a past changing dilemma….what if she learns that one or both of her parents once questioned things like she did? And actions by her could change things and make them question things more?

Maybe we could see young Jawbone!

Imagine what Bud Cubby would have been like when younger!

The Abernants might not come into play, but if there is a way to make them, it could be interesting.

(As a funny reference, Fig could run into the doctor guy from season one or something as a teenager.)

And, of course, to throw in a few wrenches….Goldenhoard will be present. Especially since they’re bound to go the school to get held from Augefort. And you know the Bad Kids….what’s the odds one of them will accidentally let slip to Kalvaksis that his plan fails? It would just be so crazy and fun!

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high senior year

[asknarashikari]

An minific idea, yknow Sougo is a good kid but also a bit of troublemaker right?

So, Sougo has been a troublemaker lately (like time shenanigans probably-) and Shinnosuke kinda scold him

“...Sougo, I’m very disappointed in you,” Shinnosuke sighed, looking at the younger Rider with his arms crossed on his chest.

“I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!” he said, bowing very deeply.

Despite Sougo’s contrition, Shinnosuke remained unmoved, and continued to scold the other Rider quite sternly. The two Reiwa Riders looked at the scene unfolding with confusion on their faces, as Sougo was dressed down thoroughly, to the point that the junior Rider started tearing up. 

“What... is Shinnosuke actually lecturing Sougo?” Aruto asked. “I knew they called him the Dad Friend but... I didn’t think they were serious about it!”

“Well... Sougo messed up majorly this time. And worst, it involved Time Shenanigans,” Sento explained.

“...Do we want to know what that means?” Touma asked warily.

“Long story short, Sougo decided to play a prank and used his time powers to do it,” Takeru said. “He forgot that Shinnosuke hates anything to do with time travel or stuff like that, because of his experiences...”

“Oh...” Aruto and Touma both winced. 

“Geez, the Disappointed Dad face is really the worst...” Sento said with a shake of his head. “I can’t even begin to imagine what would happen if Emu finds out...”

“If Emu finds out what?” The four Riders jumped as the doctor suddenly came up behind them. He paused the game on his Wonder Swan as he saw what was happening. “What’s going on with those two?”

“Uh...” Sento and Takeru gave each other wary looks. Aruto and Touma shrugged helplessly.

Emu sighed. “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me, then I might as well go there to find out for myself.” And with that, the Mom Friend marched over to the Dad Friend and their apparently wayward son.

“Oh, man,” groaned Aruto. “Even I know that’s not going to end well...”

“Good luck, Sougo...” Touma said with a shudder. “You’re gonna need a lot of it...”

#kamen rider #tokiwa sougo #tomari shinnosuke #kiryuu sento #hojo emu #hiden aruto #kamiyama touma #tenkuuji takeru #ask #lumisarah

[mxrinelifeclub]

inn owner wwx AU

This isn't as fleshed out as my other ideas are, but I thought I'd write it down. Just thinking about a Wei Wuxian who knows his time is running out in the cultivation world and so is making plans to leave. In this AU, he was actually paid properly for his efforts in the war, so he's been slowly taking money out of his coffer (the excuse is he's been spending all his time drinking in taverns) and secretly buys a plot of land in a developing beachside town and starts construction of an inn.

He's bidding his time to plan the big move - faking his death, leaving the Jiang sect. However you want it to happen when Wen Qing arrives asking for his help. Thinks happen as normal with them on the burial mounds for a while -maybe until after the duel before Wei Wuxian tells Wen Qing where they could move permanently. Wei Wuxian and the Wens leave to safety under cover of darkness and a stronger barrier to hide their presence.

It takes a while for them to get settled, but thankfully most of the construction on the building is done, so they have a place to rest and heal. Then they start farming again, some of the healthier members go fishing with Wei Wuxian. After that, they get into the flow of things and make money. Eventually, it's time to open the inn. They keep a floor closed off just for them until they can afford separate housing. With the town's first inn opening, more tourism and residents come to the town. Wen Qing can provide her services as a doctor. Wen Ning is awake (they keep him in the kitchen or do other tasks that don't have to deal with customers face to face). A-Yuan is growing up happy and healthy and is being taught how to read, write, and cultivate from Wei Wuxian and the others when they have free time. Wei Wuxian is healthier, no longer drinking away his problems. He's still inventing, but nothing is being published as it hasn't been long since they disappeared - only about a year.

Years go by with them living happily- queue shenanigans happening and family fluff. The inn is doing well, with many people liking the fusion of yunmeng and qishan food. The cultivation world is in shambles. They spend years fearmongering about the evil yiling laozu, but after a decade, it loses steam not only with the common people but with gentry sects. With the death of Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang isn't going to push the issue; the Lan sect is also being by standards. the only people still talking about it are the Jin because they want the Stygian seal and the Jiang because Jiang Cheng is bitter that Wei Wuxian left with the Wens (🙄).

13 years later, Lan Wangji is out on a night hunt leading a group of juniors when he meets a teenage rogue cultivator and an aged Wei Wuxian. the two speak and reconnect, and they get their happy ending

#unfinished idea #random wips

[finch-the-fungi]

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Fandom: Psychonauts Pairings: None Rating: M (due to mental health themes) Summary: The psychic Seven finally get to catch up after two weeks recovery from the whole Maligula and Gristol incident. It should be a time of healing but it seems like something might still need fixing...

A multi-chapter fanfiction based around @aquato-family-circus 's "Otto's Brain DLC". Because I need more content with the Science Grandpa. Strap in kids, it's gonna be a bumpy ride with lots of bad coping mechanisms and mindscape shenanigans.

Things were slowly going back to the way they used to be at the Gulch; it was as if they had just time travelled back to where they had left off before the whole maligula business. Of course, there was still some tensions and underlying trauma from the whole situation and they'd never be completely the same as they were but they were learning to accept that and move on together.

Cassie and Compton were discussing the expansion of their honey empire, excited by the prospect of not only clearing out their overstocks leading up to Cassie's house, but also providing a green and steady supply of funding to the Motherlobe. Needless to say, this was a business proposition Hollis was watching with interest. Any way they could get funding into the Motherlobe that wasn't illegal or immoral was a win in her books.

At the same time, Lucy was showing Ford the Aquato family albums, pointing out all of her grandchildren and reminiscing over their exciting and more-often-than-not life-threatening adventures across the country on their tour routes. With the faked water curse, they had been confined to touring Eagle Land and learning a new kind of Circus routine to the one they were accustomed to. But the Aquatos were a resilient family, clearly demonstrated by the latest Junior Psychonaut.  

Helmut had finally been freed from Gristol's body and had his own little brain-ball so he could move around and communicate with others. Lucy had even knitted him a little helmet beanie to wear in the tank which both he and his husband adored. They often found themselves having to make light of the situation; Bob enjoying being the big spoon for a change and Helmut enjoying being carried around by his lover. Not that Bob didn't try to do so when he did have a body. Both of them had to adapt but it was better than him being in that Deluginist's body or worse -

"So, how is the sensory stimulation going Helmut? Razputin was telling us all about how crazy the Feast of the Senses was. The process of regaining feelings and senses must have been fascinating to behold -" Otto saw the looks he was getting and cleared his throat. "That is to say... I wish I could have seen it in person. Have there been any negative effects though?"

"Uhm, some abandonment issues, and Panic Attacks that were not fun before the whole losing my brain thing. Also apparently I now have PTSD which is very interesting and not in a fun way at all. At least I've got Bobby here to help me through it... and therapy sessions courtesy of Truman. It'll take a while to get used to handling all of it but the doctors are optimistic. I'm just glad I'm able to recall things again and am no longer in the dark..."

Helmut looked to Bob at that, the gardner rubbing over his casing tenderly as he clutched him close to him with a soft sigh.

"That reminds me," Otto added after a moment's pondering, "You never did tell me where your brain had been located. Where did Raz find your brain? Me and Ford couldn't find your body let alone your brain and then suddenly this ten year old - albeit an exemplary one - just appears with you in tow out of the blue."

It was then an awkward silence befell the room, Helmut would have been glancing to Bob at that moment if he had his body. The recovering acoholic  had a tense jaw and a slightly tighter grip on his case, Helmut having to use TK to ease him.

"He found it in your lab... In Unprocessed Minds Otto. Heptadome Harry, really? I thought I at least could have got a cooler name than that..."

Helmut tried to make light of the reveal to their friend but he could see several emotions seem to cross the inventor's face before it settled into an awkward smile that made him just a little uneasy.

"Ah, I see... Egg on my face, I really haven't been great at keeping up to date with my filing it seems. For the past 20 years, no less! Hehe, no matter, I'll be able to rectify that easily now I know... I'll go do that right now - Best I do so before I forget again, right?"

He chuckled but it sounded humourless as he turned on his heel, leaving Bob and Helmut to stare after him with concern and, on Bob's part, irritation.

"Egg on my face? It's more serious than that. Sometimes, I worry he doesn't realise he is dealing with actual people's minds and not just... figments or constructs. I don't blame him for not looking into your mind if he believed you to be another dead brain but he could be a little less of a machine when it comes to admitting a mistake he made. "

He stroked over Helmut's dome with a huff, but the brain seemed pre-occupied.

"Do you... think he's okay? He seems really... withdrawn. Not at all like himself."

"Otto's always been more into workshopping and over-engineering than crowd-pleasing. He works best in the back of his lab away from people so his natural state is withdrawn. He's just... like that." Ford shrugged, "At least that's how he was in College."

Helmut hummed, looking towards the walkway Otto had taken back through the Forgetful Forest. He wondered if that really was the case - or if Otto was troubled by something and just not opening up to them about it...

“I hope you’re right…”

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