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leothil · 17 days

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fic recs: archive edition 23

Well, everyone. It's mid-season hiatus time. Three long weeks (well, two and a half by the time I'm writing this) until our blorbos return. But do you know what you have time for during this hiatus? Reading some long fics!

I'm going to recommend one 90k and one 150k fic today. Both are absolute staples of 911 fanfiction, in my opinion, to the point that when I recently saw someone comment that they didn't know one of them I was genuinely surprised and a bit envious. To be able to experience these for the first time again would be amazing! So if you haven't read them yet, go forth and enjoy, and if you have, now is an excellent time for a reread!

Previous posts can, as always, be found here! Without further ado...

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Or, the cowboy reincarnation fic. In 1880, Evan Buckley is sent out west to oversee his family's railroad project, and meets Eddie Diaz, a cowboy who resents the way railroads and other modernities slowly are making his job impossible to do. In 2018, Evan Buckley walks into the 118 firehouse and meets Eddie Diaz, new recruit. Do I even need to introduce this more? The gilded age, soulmates, and a wish to find each other in every life - what more could you ask for! 88.5k words, rated E

tell me about despair by @hattalove Or, the unrepression fic. Eddie is trying, he really is, to tick off all the boxes of what's expected of him, but it turns out simply existing can be too hard when your heart actually wants to live. But both falling apart and healing happens in increments, and sometimes confronting yourself in the process of getting better can the hardest thing you've ever had to do, but it's worth it for the way you can breathe more freely afterwards. Not enough good words exist to be said about this fic. Eddie's journey to accepting himself is anguishing and makes me cry, and is so, so good! I can't accurately describe this fic, so if something about this doesn't sound appealing, rest assured that is my fault and not the fic's! 148.9k words, rated M

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 days

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Banana Split

Steven Grant x GN!Reader • Rating: M •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: You get an ice cream.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Last one for the MK bingo! I didn't quite get to finish the board (the other fics are just not in a good state to post, maybe I'll sort them out one day ^^)

Warnings: finger sucking, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 638

It had started with a playful argument about banana splits when you were in Kaspas.

You weren’t quite sure how the discussion had started, just that the aforementioned desert had been on the menu and Steven and Marc had gone at it.

Their bickering was always playful, a kind of sparring match that they seemed to partake in mainly for sport, and not so much for actually arguing about a topic.

Seventy percent of the time you were pretty sure that they only took opposite sides so that they could continue quarrelling.

Steven had said that banana splits were invented in the UK. Marc said USA. Steven had gotten up the Wikipedia page. Marc had gloated about how he was right. Steven had countered with, ‘yeah, but it does say no one knows for sure, doesn’t it? So it could have been anywhere.’ Marc had complained Steven was a sore loser, and ‘that everyone that could have been credited with inventing it was from America. So he wins.’ Steven had added, ‘Technically, you can’t invent a food.’ Marc, his tone dripping with exasperation, ‘Oh, getting technical now, are we? Because you’re a sore loser?’

It had carried on from there.

Somewhere in between laughing you hadn’t quite been paying attention to your own ice cream sundae and some of the strawberry sauce had worked its way along the spoon and onto your fingers. You’d tutted and wiped it with a napkin, and hadn’t thought much more of it.

That was until later when you were walking through the park with Steven and your fingers kept brushing together and sticking. The sauce, even though on inspection you could see absolutely no trace of it, was there on some microscopic level. Catching and fusing your fingers together. You tried to wipe your skin clean on a spare tissue, and then your trousers to no avail.

The sensation was driving you close to madness. The constant irritation. The unending catch and pull. You couldn’t stop them from sticking without holding your fingers apart at a weird angle that started to cramp your hand.

You needed to find a toilet, a sink, hell, even a puddle. Anything to-

“Love? You okay?” Steven frowns sympathetically, looking down at your hand.

You nod halfheartedly. “Fingers are sticky.”

“From the sauce?”

You nod again.

He gave you a sympathetic look, his eyes softening in that sweet expression. “Poor love.” He kisses your cheek, knowing about and understanding your detest for the sensory experience.

“Here.” He takes your hand carefully, so as to not push your fingers together. “These two?” He points to your middle and forefinger.

You barely get a chance to nod, your mouth open to speak, but the words die in your throat as Steven sticks your fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean.

For a brief moment, all thoughts drain out of your head. Your mind completely blank. You try not to stare, you really do. Your breathing hitches at the slide of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth, the way his eyes have closed. A spark of pleasure rushes down your spine.

You really, really shouldn’t be enjoying this quite so much.

He finishes. Taking your fingers out of his mouth with a pop, and smiles innocently.

You stay staring.

“Better?”

There is a pause before you remember how to speak. “I… erm…”

“Oh don’t worry!” He beams. “Strawberry sauce is vegan,” he waves a hand dismissively, but I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t.”

You grab his arm, your skin burning with a deep heat, and begin to march him towards the park exit. If you didn’t get out of there in the next minute you were going to have to find some bushes to fuck him in.

“Love?”

“We’re going home.”

“What? Why?”

Oh, he’d find out why.

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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Loki's Cooking Lesson

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Warnings: I got nothing... just some fluff

Summary: Loki asked if you could teach him how to cook something for date night and you can't help using this as an opportunity to prank the trickster.

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: I was reading through some of my longer fic, Shadows of the Past, and I thought this chapter would be a fun little oneshot. I reworked it so you don't need to know anything else about the story to read it. If you do like it though... it is chapter 19 and the link to the rest of the fic is here (work in progress) Shadows of the Past

You stand in front of the door to Loki's apartment and check your phone one last time to make sure everything is set. You smile to yourself and slip it back into your pocket before knocking. The door swings open almost immediately and you are greeted by Loki.

"Hello darling," he smiles as he gestures for you to enter.

After closing the door behind you, he wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back, resting your head against his chest. One of his hands remains on your lower back but he moves his other hand to the back of your head and lightly runs his fingers through your hair. You look up at him and he leans down, kissing you softly.

"Hi mischief," you giggle quietly when he loosens his hold of you. You take his hand and start towards the kitchen. “Now, I think it’s time for you to make me some dinner," you remind him.

“That was the plan... although I warn you, I have almost no idea what I’m doing,” he responds.

You try not to laugh at how nervous he sounds and reassure him, “Don't worry, if it turns out to be inedible we can just order a pizza."

He rubs the back of his neck and you kiss his cheek, causing him to smile again. "We've got this Loki, you ready?" you ask and he nods.

“Ok so, first rule of cooking...” you say to him as you open up your music app. “We need some good music,” you smile.

"Really?" he asks, raising one of his eyebrows at you.

"Absolutely," you answer matter-of-factly. You scroll down and select the playlist you made specifically for tonight.

He looks at you curiously as he waits for the first song to start.

“First one is a classic, you're going to love it,” you tell him. After a few seconds of silence, AC/DC’s Thunderstruck begins to play loudly and the smile vanishes from his face.

Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder,

I was caught

In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) ....

You pause the song and he sighs loudly as he rolls his eyes. “Not a fan?” you ask him, trying to stifle a laugh. He shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Ok... not your style, I can work around that. This next one is a bit newer,” you explain as you click on the next song on the playlist.

Just a young gun with a quick fuse

I was uptight, wanna let loose

I was dreaming of bigger things

And wanna leave my old life behind

Not a yes-sir, not a follower

Fit the box, fit the mold

Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

I was lightning before the thunder

You watch him closely as he leans on the counter next to you. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying the song but his expression is neutral until the chorus to Imagine Dragon’s Thunder starts.

Thunder, thunder

Thunder, thun-, thunder

Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder ....

“Oh for Norns sake!” he says loudly, throwing his hands up.

You can barely contain your laughter as he walks a few steps away from you then turns back. You feign innocence as you pause the song, “You don’t like this one either?”

“No... I do not like that one either,” he says as he steps closer to you. He puts one arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. He leans down, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “You have one more chance, Y/N," he says slowly in a calm voice.

Without saying a word you nod and reach for your phone. “I think you are really going to like this one. It's supposed to be very relaxing," you tell him as you lean into his embrace.

You click on the next song and bite your lip lightly as Loki continues to hold you close to him. The song starts gently with an orchestra playing softly. Loki's face softens a bit and he seems to be enjoying the music until the sound of light rain can be made out in the background.

Loki pulls back slightly from you and looks at you questioningly. “Tell me that is not what I think it is,” he says and you can hardly keep a straight face as you shrug.

The sounds of the rain become louder and the crack of thunder breaks through the melody of the orchestra. Loki lets go of you and puts his hand over his eyes as he groans loudly.

“I honestly have no idea what I’m going to do with you, Y/N,” he says shaking his head as you pause the nature sounds.

You finally let out the laugh you've been holding and answer, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Hmmm,” he hums as he backs you against the counter. Loki slips one arm around your waist and places his other hand under your chin, tilting your head so you are looking up at him. “I do have an idea or two,” he says in a serious tone.

He moves quickly, kissing you hard while he presses his body against yours. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back. His lips travel to your cheek, your jaw then down your neck. You can’t help but moan softly when he kisses your collarbone and he pauses when he hears it.

“That is a much better sound than thunder,” he says with a smirk and you nod in agreement.

He lets go of you and you pout a little, “Now, I believe you promised to teach me how to cook... if you are ready to behave?” he asks.

"I'll be good,” you respond.

“Good girl,” he says quietly in your ear causing you to blush. "Shall we get started?" he asks and you nod before heading over to the fridge to take out the necessary ingredients.

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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thunderstruck

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you and Eddie watch your kids’ talent show

A/N: i had this idea for a long time now, I just really love dad!eddie lol. let me know your thoughts on this fic💙

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“Honey, we’re the only ones here” you whisper at your husband as you both enter the school’s theater. “It’s alright. Come on!” He says, dragging you into the front row and sit down, you bring out your camera and Eddie settles the folded, obnoxiously big banner on his lap he made that says: Go my little rockstars!

It was Roxy’s and her little brother Ozzy’s talent show today and their dad was just too excited so you both arrive an hour early. Your kids are two years apart, both in middle school and they will be performing as a duo: Roxy in the guitar and main vocalist, Ozzie in drums and sub vocalist. They both got really into music when they started fondling over your old drum set and Eddie’s guitar when they were younger. When Eddie saw them, he squealed in delight and immediately told you to start teaching the kids. They were fast learners and soon you all started to have jamming sessions together, Eddie even calls your family band The Virtuosic Munsons.

After an hour and a half, the theater was already filled by parents and school faculty. Layla Higgins who took after her father and became principal of Hawkins middle school, goes into the center stage and gives a brief message to the audience. Eddie nudges your elbow and you lean closer, “she sounds exactly like her father” you cover your mouth as you try to suppress your laughter, remembering the fake annoying voice Principal Higgins would use whenever he’d talk in front of the parents back when you were still in high school. His reaction when Eddie gave him the finger during graduation was still engraved in your mind. Your eyes suddenly land on the familiar figure in the corner, “look he’s actually here” you whisper to Eddie, spotting your former principal now all old and wrinkly sitting at the corner together with some of the teachers.

“Now for our last performer, give it up for Roxy and Ozzy Munson!”

You turn on the camera and Eddie lifts up the banner as you both jump and scream on your seats in excitement, “Whoooo, let’s go!” he cheers as your kids go on stage. They were wearing some things that belonged from you and Eddie: your daughter was wearing your leather jacket and one of her dad’s ring as the pendant of her necklace, your son wearing his dad’s denim vest and your drumstick in his hands. You were very touched as you remember them saying how they feel safe whenever they have something you and Eddie own.

Roxy stands beside her brother and they look at you nervously, you give them a thumbs up and blow them a kiss. “You can do it” you mouth. She lets out a shaky breath and starts the first riff of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck, you and Eddie already start to get crazy - your husband aggressively lifting the banner up and down.

“Thunder!” the two starts to chant, their small adorable voices making your heart flutter. They just sound so angelic over a badass metal song and it was so cute. You and Eddie start to palpitate, adrenaline taking over as you anticipate for the first verse to start. “I was caught, In the middle of a railroad track” your daughter sings, your husband already kicking his feet - he’s just so ecstatic.

“I looked 'round, and I knew there was no turning back” she continues, sassily waving her pointer finger as she starts to gain confidence.

The chorus comes and Ozzy’s has already loosen up, moving his head along the beat he plays. The song continues and you look around, the audience were bouncing their legs, tapping their fingers, impressed smiles on their faces.

Eddie’s arms were exhausted, but he didn't put the banner down even once. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside, seeing his beautiful kids in front of the stage and playing their hearts out. He really couldn't hold it any longer - he can’t stay seated anymore, “fuck it” he says to himself. He grabs your arm and pull you as he stands up, you didn't protest and follow him. You don’t even care if you’re blocking the people behind you, all you care about is showing your kids your support.

“You’ve been, thunderstruck!” you and Eddie start to sing along with your kids, jumping up and down as if you were at a concert.

Your former principal sees you both and shakes his head, it’s what he used to do whenever he sees you and Eddie get in trouble but instead of looking disappointed, he now has a small smile on his face. Still the same Y/N and Eddie he thought.

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The talent show finally comes to an end and you meet your kids outside, you all go into a group hug and pepper them with kisses. “Mom, people are looking” Ozzy whines. Eddie takes their things and slightly crouch down to meet their eyes, “we’re so proud of you both”. “We love you” you add. You and Eddie are indeed proud of them, they worked really hard and took time to learn the song. They were so good, they even managed to make the audience lively and clap along the beat from time to time.

“Well, we won’t be this amazing if we didn't have such talented parents. Thanks for teaching us by the way” your daughter says, putting an arm around her little brother.

You hold on to Eddie’s hand as you all head back to your car. You fasten your seatbelts and Eddie starts the engine, Master of Puppets starts blasting through the stereo. “Do you think we can play this song like you and Mommy?” Ozzy asks.

“I know you can” he replies as he drives, bringing your kids to their favorite: McDonald’s.

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bitimdrake · 1 year

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Do you have fic recs by any chance? You really seem to have a lot of comics knowledge so I trust that you know what’s accurate to the source material and what’s not :)

you know I've gotten a few asks about this and I never quite manage to answer them, because I'm always convinced that I will somehow end up with a perfect and complete rec list if only I wait to reply just a little longer.

SO I'm gonna try cutting myself off at the head this time, and not giving you a prefect list by any means, but at least giving you an answer:

Here is a collection that I'm slowly forming for fics that really feel like they're actually based off comics. It is currently very small and people are welcome to bookmark to it if they find other very comics-based fics, but it's a start.

And a couple random recs as I scroll through my personal bookmarks:

Redrawing the Lines (11k) is fantastic Batman Reborn era Dick & Tim & Damian fic, and it continues as a series after.

also the second before the other shoe drops (8k) about the same trio. AU where Damian makes a murder attempt in a subtler way--but most important, is not demonized by a narrative that instead gives everyone a fair shake.

will we ever get to the other side? (5k) Dick & Tim in a very specific era where Dick's life is falling apart and filled with trauma, and Tim has just been hit with a huge smack of grief and also trauma, and neither is at their best but they're trying.

Everything by @silverwhittlingknife is ideal Dick & Tim content, and all deeply rooted in comics. I will call out:

The Return (11k), which is Dick's pov of Tim coming back to Gotham after Brucequest

only you will have stars that can laugh (9k) which is sad and loney but also sweet on Christmas

Red Letter Day (42k, wip) in which god Dick is trying his fucking best to hold it together okay. (aka everyone is kind of prickly, Dick is stressed, there's a Mysterious Wednesday of unclear importance, and I love them sm)

@flybynightwing has equally comics-based and also absolutely fascinating and compelling fics. I'll call out:

How Far Love Goes (99k) a case fic that draws in everyone in the bat family, with a tilt towards Dick (although the Steph is also fantastic), and turns into a reflection on Bruce as a parent.

goal-oriented mindset (5k) Catalina's pov, meeting Dick again well after everything went down. Subject may not be for you, but I find it SO interesting and roll it around and around in my head. (And it is of the very very rare selection of actually comics-based fics about that arc.)

It's a Wonderful Earth-218 (7k). A thoroughly depressed Dick goes to a world where he was never born, it's a wonderful life-style.

(And carrying on with various authors again:)

Hate and Love are Two Sides of the Same Coin (5k + 13k sequel) every member of his family is forced to say what they like least about Dick. The fic makes no secret of its thoroughly contrived premise and doesn't particularly care to justify it either, but still comes out with great characterization and relationship reflections.

Mikey Dies At The End (4k), outsider pov centered around Jason as the Red Hood, which is so very confident in its characterization of him and has zero considerations given to fanon and it's an excellent read.

A Meditation on Railroading (24k), a Tim-centric fic that deals heavily with his relationship with his dad. This one is not really canon at all, but it is good, and its version of the relationship is compelling.

Young Justice Visit the Suez Canal (3k) look this one is pure 90s-style Young Justice humor. We're here for a good time.

Aaand I know there are many more good fics, but I have run out of steam and I am trying so so hard to remember that some answer is better than no answer. Though I am very sorry to all my beloved writers & mutuals who have written excellent comics fic.

Anyway final tip is when you find an author who knows what they're talking about, go through all their fics, and then go through all their bookmarks.

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captainkirkk · 1 year

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and enjoyed recently. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

DC

straight on 'til morning by merils

Kon hasn't been a kid in a long time - he's not stuck at sixteen anymore, and he hasn't been for years; he's twenty-three and living his best life. But the past has funny ways of coming back to haunt everyone when they least expect it, and there's no predicting the storm on the horizon for him.

It starts simply, as do most things. Jon turns sixteen.

Jon turns sixteen, and Kon suddenly realizes that if anyone were to treat him the way he was treated at sixteen, he'd tear the world apart.

The revelations, unfortunately, don't stop there.

Clone Wars

A Light in the Dark by glimmerglanger

Sometimes, it seemed Obi-Wan only saw other people across the field of battle.

The only reliable source of contact he had with other living beings - for the past year - had been during a fight. And he had not been able to enjoy such contact, had not been able to sink into the Force and refill his reserves, because all of the men he fought were trying so desperately to kill him and all the people he was trying so hard to protect.

OR, the one where Obi-Wan serves the Republic, Cody serves the Separatists, and they find a way forward anyway.

Star Wars

Sunburst by ShyOwl

When Luke drifted off into the Force after he faced off against Kylo Ren, he thought perhaps, finally, he was done with suffering and loneliness and so much loss. Instead, he wakes up in the body of his eight-year-old self with a haunting whisper vibrating in his memory:

One more chance, little sun, you deserve one more chance.

Shadowhunters

and i will be your shade by beatperfume (+ podfic)

Alec Lightwood grew up in the New York Institute; it's his home. He loves it.

The Institute loves him back.

The Difference In A Kiss by sobsicles

"You all have to kiss me.”

Simon looks a little terrified when he announces this to the group, his hands fluttering around as he shifts in place. Everyone is gathered on Magnus’ large leather couch, squished together while Simon stands on the other side of the small coffee table, like he's scared one of them is going to launch across and attack him.

Or: When Simon gets put under a spell that will kill him if he doesn't kiss everyone he loves, Alec has no idea why he's even involved, or what he's done to the universe that lands him in this situation. He is not amused.

But he ends up a little surprised by what unfolds when magic forces everyone's hand.

Stranger Things

Why The Hell Not? by Katyakora (+ podfic)

"Did I really just witness the Hair himself flirting? With you? Right in front of my register?!" Jeff's voice rose by an octave with each question. Eddie would be impressed by his range if he wasn't freaking the fuck out.

Or: How to get your dumbass best friend a boyfriend, a guide by Robin and Jeff

The Nightly Stroll by RurouniHime (+ podfic)

It takes him a second, and then he snaps his fingers. Steve’s car. Steve Harrington is parked out here in the dark by the railroad tracks for some—

“Ah,” Jim breathes out as he takes in the fogged windows. All three of the ones he can see, and he’s willing to bet the other three are as well. The backseat passenger side is so far gone that rivulets have begun to slip down, carving darkness through misty gray. Considering the volume the music has to be at to be heard through the rolled-up windows, it’s a wonder the car isn’t vibrating all on its own.

Except, the taillights aren’t just reflecting, they’re glinting, like eyes winking. The car is rocking just a smidge, little jumps and squeaks on its suspension. Jim would have to have been a much more well-behaved kid than he had been not to recognize that particular cadence. “Shit, Harrington."

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blue-blugs · 3 months

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head canons for born into the stars, chapter 1

Caitlyn would do anything for Vi. Vi texts her sometimes just asking her "hey can you do x for me" and Cait drives over, no questions asked, even if she's in the middle of something

Vi is most vulnerable with Caitlyn. She usually tells her what's wrong, but as their friendship withstands the test of time (and Caitlyn gets more of Vi's Lore), they gradually get to a point where Cait doesn't need much to know when Vi is upset and about what and whether or not she wants to talk about it

I saw in some official art that Vi keeps jellyfish in her apartment but the pet stores I've been to unfortunately Do Not Sell Jellyfish, so I had Vi ogle some turtles at the pet store instead

Vi plays Minecraft and she makes those really intricately built houses with electricity and railroads and stuff. I don't do that shit when I play Minecraft but I feel like Vi does

Caitlyn does not play Minecraft but Vi lets her feed the sheep/breed them/do the same thing to all the animals

In general, Caitlyn is not a gamer. Unless you count like, chess as a game.

Vi's go-to at Starbucks is hot chocolate

Vi sometimes struggles with feeling like she deserves for Caitlyn to touch/comfort her, much to the dismay of Caitlyn

Vi is going to trade school for welding and Cait is in traditional uni

Vander makes rlly good beef stew

Vi, Powder, and Vander like the movie Cars. A lot. This is like, my most stable head canon across all modern au's lmao, you CANNOT convince me otherwise

Pretty much everyone knows that Vi and Caitlyn are practically dating, including Vi and Caitlyn, but at this point Vi's having a difficult time pushing forward in their relationship due to her own Issues

Cait gets Vi's Issues, but really would like them to be something more

Powder likes the purple Doritos

Once again, I debated how much of a "fuck boy" Vi would be in the modern world in this fic, and I think I came to the conclusion that it doesn't matter because Vi's too tired and too busy hustling to socialize w/ anyone besides Caitlyn

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bigfootsmom · 2 months

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Hi Molly! For the word guessing game, flame, panic and bruise ❤️

oooohhhhhh ali those are so juicy <3 i sadly didn't have flame but you can have 2 panics to make up for it <3

from tarot trouble

It’s dark, and Buck tries to blink it away before he realizes it’s not his eyes playing tricks on him. Why is it dark? Why isn’t he at his apartment in bed? The beginning of panic curls around his spine, making his heart trip up in his chest. He had–– Buck grunts, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to think through the railroad spike in his skull. He tries to remember the last thing he had been doing, but everything feels fragmented and cloudy, memories coming to him like dirty shards of glass. His chest constricts as the panic twists with the nausea in his stomach.

from elevator fic:

Buck swallows thickly, a wince working its way across his face as the bob of his throat irritates the ring of bruising around his neck. Eddie tracks the movement, tracing his eyes over the livid marks blooming under Buck’s pale skin. He curls his fingers in the sling, trying to distract himself from the buzzing ache in his fingertips. All he wants to do is reach out to Buck and trace the marks across his skin, catalog each scrape and bruise and find a way to soothe away the pain he knows is there. But that feels too intimate for their audience of the security guard.

send me a word and I'll find it in my wips!

#wip guessing game #ask game #911 fic #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #molly writes #molly got mail #devirnis #ali tag #mwah mwah mwah i hope you enjoy <3

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My media this week (25 Feb - 2 Mar 2024)

nancy is the superstar of this show. she's in it for 5 seconds, drops the best line, steals the scene

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 What I Used To Be (thepinupchemist) - 117K, stucky, omegaverse trauma recovery fic - a relatively light tone, mostly escapist fic focusing on the recovery, not dwelling overly much on trauma details, kidfic but I really dug it

😍 The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi (Amina al-Sirafi #1) (Shannon Chakraborty, author; Lameece Issaq & Amin El Gamal, narrator) - just gonna KJ Charle's review bc she's better with words than I'll ever be: "Good god, this was incredible fun. Absolutely cracking. A sort of take on Sinbad but with more historical accuracy (apart from the demons, marids, etc), with a middle-aged retired lady pirate getting the crew back together to take on a Frankish coloniser/sorceror/baddie. It's just fabulous exuberant fun." I cannot wait for more!

😊 The Werewolf Companion (MargaretKire) - traumatized derek hale, intriguing larger worldbuilding, hot, wet, messy sex that really leaned into the 'definitely not human' aspect of werewolf fucking without going full xeno. super enjoyable

🥰 My Man Jeeves (Jeeves #1) (PG Wodehouse) - our intro to Bertie & Jeeves 💖 [via Serial Reader app]

💖💖 +50K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Fine Cure from Fennel Seed (Lucius Parhelion (Parhelion)) - original work, 10K - absolutely delightful amuse-bouche of an original fic; short, hot, slapsticky hilarious, set in the '30s

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Matt Berry and Peter Capaldi read a FIERY letter exchange

Hot Ones - Quinta Brunson

D20: Adventuring Party - s3, e1-5

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Mystery of the Haunted Subway" (s7, e3)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "We Need to Talk About Cody" (s7, e4)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Trouble at the Tunnel" (s7, e5)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Collaborators" (s7, e6)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Parade of Peril" (s7, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s3, e3

Um, Actually - s9, e1

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival" (s21, e8)

D20: Adventuring Party - "I See Your Butt Plug and I Raise You a Fist" (s16, e8)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Up First - The Sunday Story: The Diaspora's Troubled African Dream

How To! - How To Let Go of a Friendship

⭐ Switched on Pop - Beyoncé's Country

The Sporkful - Gary Gulman’s Ice Cream Joke Was A Cry For Help

Overinvested - West Side Story (2021)

Consider This from NPR - How The Underground Railroad Got Its Name

⭐ It's Been a Minute - Da'Vine Joy Randolph on 'The Holdovers' and becoming a matriarch

⭐ 99% Invisible #438 - The Real Book

⭐ Vibe Check - Be Forreal!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Wendy Williams

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Jerry’s Hat Museum

Short Wave - Is It Possible To Feed To World Sustainably?

Decoder Ring - The Gen X Soda That Was Just "OK"

Off Menu - Ep 228: Ray Winstone

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - All About That Bass

I Said No Gifts! - Oscar Montoya Disobeys Bridger

Throughline - The Right to An Attorney

The Assignment - Polyamory Is Having a Moment

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Black History in Plain Sight with Places Editors Jonathan and Michelle

Short Wave - Could Dune Really Exist? What Scientists Think of Our Favorite Sci-Fi Worlds

What Next: TBD - The Supreme Court Takes on Content Moderation

Dear Prudence - Am I a Bad Father If I Don't Want to Acknowledge My Kid Publicly? Help!

Welcome to Night Vale #243 - Lost and Found

You're Dead to Me - The Inca Empire

Today, Explained - It’s Shotime!

It's Been a Minute - Three ways to think about journalism layoffs; plus, Aaron Bushnell's self-immolation

Consider This from NPR - Are We Alone In The Universe?

99% Invisible - Roman Mars Describes Santa Fe As It Is

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials - Part 2

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

CREDITS: Carole King

Chromeo Radio • Party

Pop Radio • 1990s

"Easy" [Commodores] radio

Steely Dan Mix • Focus

'90s Dance

Billy Joel Radio • 1980s

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Disappearing act - chapter XVII

Geto observed her more carefully, trying to decide whether she was being serious or not. — Killing non-sorcerers? — It's an option, but I don't take it seriously. Do you? — Yuki pressed him with a loaded question. Suguru Geto thought of them all — Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Riko, Kuroi, his parents, Satoru — and his chest filled with an unbearable pain, but also an incredibly monumental love, so much that it felt like it would stretch and burst at the seams of his heart that could not contain it. He thought of his father again, reading him "Night on the Galactic Railroad" when he was young, and he thought of Satoru reading his own copy now during his leisure nights. He thought of Giovanni and Campanella, and of the Scorpio of the night sky, and of the nobility of sacrifice, of setting yourself on fire to warm the world.

Satosugu ｜Finalized｜Long fic｜Also being published in Portuguese and on AO3

Chapters: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII

Chapter XVII: you are more to me than any of them has any idea

Some situations are truly inexplicable. If a year ago someone had told Suguru Geto that he was in love with his best friend, he would have laughed at that hypothesis — Satoru was selfish, annoying, frivolous, had terrible manners, and yet he was the person he trusted and respected the most for being paradoxically altruistic, courageous, challenging, fair, funny, entertaining and so many other qualities that only he seemed to see, but that was completely different from falling in love, that's what Geto would have said. Despite this, there he was, sitting on the bed of Satoru Gojo, heir to the Gojo clan, as they watched “Love Letter” on the night of his birthday, and Satoru fought with all his strength not to cry, a losing battle.

He had never imagined Satoru as being the type of person who cried watching sad movies, but in a way, that didn't surprise him; people who smile the most are usually the ones who hide their suffering even deeper, that's what his mother had once told him, and he knew that this applied especially well to Satoru. Always keeping everything to himself, disguising pain with cynicism and sarcasm, carrying the burden of being the strongest alone. But around him, Satoru allowed himself to be vulnerable, to just be himself.

In the film, Hiroko shouted to the mountains, hearing the echo of her own voice: — How are you? I'm doing fine... — at the same time Itsuki Fujii whispered weakly in a hospital bed the same words. The two repeated the same thing, again and again, Fujii increasingly fragile, Hiroko increasingly desperate, tears streaming down her face and emotion choking her voice. They were both mirrors of each other, tied to the person who united them forever, who was now buried in the mountain to which Hiroko screamed at dawn. No grand declaration of love, no grand gestures, nothing pompous, because “I love you” is often “how are you?”, “did you eat?”, “you need to sleep”, “I thought of you”, “ I miss you”, “let's do something together” and so many other variations, like a secret shared between two people, a specific language that only two understood.

Satoru wiped away some insistent tears, looking away from the screen as he pretended to clean his glasses. It wasn't one of his most convincing performances, and he was aware of that. His chest hurt so much it felt like it was going to explode, because a person can only keep a secret for so long before they’re consumed completely, and he was reaching his limit. Being so close to Suguru that his bodies were touching, and at the same time so far away, was something that hurt him, shattered his nerves, tore his heart apart, messed with his head. So close, and at the same time so far apart. And Suguru, the always patient, calm, gentle, fair, docile Suguru, certainly pretended not to notice so as not to hurt him even more, because at that point, there wasn't a single person on this entire damn planet who hadn't noticed that Satoru Gojo was red with embarrassment whenever they hugged, trembling with terror and excitement at his touch, and lost himself in ramblings whenever he felt nervousness untie his tongue in completely random monologues.

He knew he needed to say something. That swallowing those same words over and over again was killing him inside, suffocating him with this love that bloomed inside his chest until there was no room for anything else. And even then, he couldn't say anything. When he parted his lips, they dried up, anxious, and his tongue became limp, coward, unable to articulate anything, then he fell silent again.

Suguru rested his head on his shoulder, the gesture that was repeated so many times with the roles reversed, which made Gojo's heart skip a beat. Out of kindness, he didn't say anything about Satoru's soft heart, who was moved like a child by a romance movie. — You were right, Satoru. This film is really sad.

— Do you think it's true, Suguru? That we fall in love with a person for the first time, and look for them everywhere else afterwards?

Gojo wanted the answer to be “no”. That he would say “this is too dramatic”. That he’d say “once you get over it, it stops hurting”. He wished he was wrong, like he never had wished for before, even though he knew the true answer in his heart.

— I think so too. I've been thinking about that since you told me that day, and I think it's true. Before you said it, I had never noticed how I always compare others to the person I like. Sometimes someone does something, and I think “he would do the same”, or “he is also kind like that”, or “he would do it differently, in another way”, and after I realized it, I can no longer deny it, there's no way to escape. — Geto said, his eyes focused on the television screen. The white snow of the mountains filled everything except for the red spot on Hiroko's sweater, red as blood.

He.

— Oh. — Satoru murmured, surprised. His face had the most intense expression of panic he had ever had in his entire life, calculating all the implications of a pronoun.

— I hope you don't mind, but I bought you another gift for your birthday. You devoured my Natsume Souseki collection, so I bought you a copy of “Heart”. — I offer my heart to you, was what he wanted to say, without having the courage to do so. That was what was written between the lines of a language made for two.

— Natsume Souseki... He was the guy who invented that story about the moon being beautiful, right?

Geto nodded. — Some people say so, but I think it's just a legend.

Silence. Satoru seemed lost in his thoughts, like a mathematician calculating probabilities. Long minutes passed while they watched the film in that same position, so comfortable, so natural, as if they had been made for that moment.

— Hey, Suguru.

— Huh?

— “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

With incomparable stealth, Geto looked out the window, nonchalantly. — I don't know, it's still four in the afternoon, I don't think you can see the moon that early.

In that moment, Gojo felt like screaming, feeling that his face probably went through all the shades of red in the universe, and a few more that only shrimp could see, and he tried to hide it by covering his face with his hands. — Suguru…!

The other laughed. — “Yes, I can die happy now.”

Silence.

— Suguru, I…

— I know. I love you too. — Geto replied, kissing him. For a moment, nothing else seemed to matter: not the Time Vessel Association, not Kaori Itadori, not the social worker and the children, not the elders, not what other people would think. Everything faded into insignificance, completely disappearing into the background.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #nanami kento #haibara yu #shoko ieiri #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #kenjaku #writing #fanfiction #jjk fanfic

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🤡🤩🤲🏼

kisses u

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

i sicko giggle at my work all the time but for actual chuckle and not "oh man the sickos are gonna LOVE THIS" giggles

“Whatever,” Laura said with a huff, “you’ve got bacne anyway.” She took another drag from her cigarette as the two of them walked along the railroad tracks, silent this time of day.

this little bit from my (still unfinished) big deanlaura fic makes me giggle just to giggle

Who is your favorite character to write?

dean winchester lmfao i literally love writing him so much thats my baby thats my princess

Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

gonna grab from my lothric/gale/astarion for this bc i am sick for my durge

“I know you asked me,” Lothric said softly, “who I’d taste from if I were like you. But you never said who you preferred.” Astarion scoffed, his fingers stilling, “You, obviously. As I’ve done every night since then.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of Lothric’s neck, the skin just barely scarred from the repeat feedings. “Besides me, I mean. Don’t pretend you haven’t considered it, save us both the time.” He could feel Astarion pick the braid apart as he waited for an answer. “I thought I agreed with what you said, whoever you preferred.” “You’re stalling, dearest. Answer my question, if you had to pick someone else in our camp to drink from, who?” Lothric couldn’t help but get impatient with him, he knew full well the life Astarion had lived, knew that much of the day their thoughts were both on the blood they were spilling. No point in being stupidly coy about the matter. Astarion hummed and shifted in his seat, looking around the camp before turning back to Lothric. “I still agree with you. Gale. I’ve barely gotten a whiff on the road but he smells,” he sighed wistfully, “fascinating. His blood is- it’s different.” “Shall we see if he’ll let you?” Lothric leaned in to nuzzle Astarion’s jaw, his gaze on Gale across the fire. Astarion’s brows shot up, then furrowed as he contemplated. “Do you- do you think he would? I know he’s an academic but even posited as research I-” “I think he’s a lot less unwilling than you may guess, lover.” Lothric saw the way Gale watched him, watched them. The way he sighed softly to himself and fiddled with his earring, the symbol of his own former flame. The way he slept, curled amongst enough pillows that it would be hard for any man to feel as though he was sleeping alone. Lothric’s past may have been a grey fog, tinged with blood, but he could pick out loneliness on someone at a hundred paces in the dark.

fic author questions

#box time #deanwinchesterpregnant #yall got two wip snippets for the price of one

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Instagram husband? 👀🤭

@thewholelemon asked for this too!

so, some may be familiar with my great british bake off au, Nothing Equals The Splendor. this takes place in the same universe! it's another one where im not sure why i didn't finish it, because it's over halfway done.. but whatever lol. im actually going to put the rest under a read more because there's a HUGE spoiler for the original fic!!

soooo if you remember, simon won the championship. and now he has to be really active on social media to reap the benefits. and baz makes it his mission to ensure that they have good content to post LOL, so he's constantly taking pics of simon (like an instagram husband). the fic is actually told in a collection of outsider POV vignettes -- niall, shep, dev, and penny -- before coming back to simon/baz povs.

now that im looking at this, i think the reason i stopped writing it is that there's Tension that arises between simon and baz bc of all this social media stuff and i kind of didnt want to deal with it once i got into their heads -- bc the outside povs were so fun!! esp bc i loved my versions of niall and dev in this verse.

i'll give you the full dev pov scene, because why not lol:

I didn’t expect Malcolm to take Baz’s whole new thing well. Baz’s dad has always put a lot of pressure on him. I don’t think he expected Natasha Pitch’s son to grow up to be a queer socialist. (Baz’s politics are kind of bullshit since he’s still paying rent and tuition with Daddy’s old family money. But so am I, so I can’t really judge.)

Anyway, I certainly didn’t expect this: Malcolm and Baz’s boyfriend chummin’ it up at my grandmother’s garden party. Simon had expressed mild interest in Malcolm’s newest magickal livestock endeavor (Literal fire-breathing guinea pigs. Inspired.). It devolved from there.

I’ve always maintained that my uncle Malcolm is a softie underneath it all — mostly because I know that’s how Baz is. The Grimms are sensitive folks. And as soon as you give their weird niche topics a spoonful of attention, they fall apart like putty in your hands. You should hear Baz wax on about baking, it’s insufferable. But also very sweet.

Or maybe Simon Snow has some kind of secret key to a Grimm’s heart.

“Wait, my American friend taught me this one,” Simon says, reaching his hands out for Malcolm’s youngest kid, Swithin. “I've been working on the railroad / All the live-long day. / I've been working on the railroad / Just to pass the time away!”

They’re several drinks deep, passing Swithin back and forth on the steps of the back porch and singing him nursery rhymes. Malcolm just finished a rousing rendition of Ladybird, Ladybird! that made Swithin coo with laughter.

“Dinah, won't you blow, / Dinah, won't you blow, / Dinah, won't you blow your horn?” Simon’s voice is carrying now, Swithin bouncing joyously on his knee.

Daphne and I are standing nearby, watching the whole affair with wide eyes.

“What is happening right now?” Baz hisses. I jump — I hate when he sneaks up on me. Stealthy motherfucker.

“Shhhh,” I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “They’re bonding. Nature is healing.”

Daphne laughs at that, loud enough that both Malcolm and Simon look over at us, cheeks equally pink as they realize they’re putting on a show. Daphne takes out her phone and takes a photo of them. She’s lucky the porch lights are on — the sky is a dusky purple at this stage in the evening.

“Could you please send that to me, Mum?” Baz asks, his voice small. I’m worried he genuinely might cry.

“It can go on my Instagram!” Simon calls over. Baz grins, walking over to sit next to him on the steps. Swithin reaches for Baz, and he swoops him up, kissing his forehead. Then he leans over and kisses Simon’s forehead as well.

Malcolm doesn’t even flinch.

#my writing #nothing equals the splendor

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The last chapter was so good!! And since you were talking about the fic's details, I was wondering about the playlist (I am listening to the main one on a daily basis) and I imagine that every songs were carefully chosen. I can guess what some songs mean about 5r6c. Like, From Eden is probably about Eden and Callie. You also mentioned that Genghis Khan is Dan and Wilbur's song.

Would you mind explaining how did you choose these songs and how some of them are related to the fic ?

(If this is too bothersome or would spoil too much of the fic, feel free to ignore the question)

LET’S GOOOO we’re so happy you like the playlist :D you’d be correct, most of the songs are chosen pretty deliberately, though a handful are more just there for the “vibe” of the AU rather than specific lyrics.

Link for anyone who hasn’t seen it; we update pretty often! I added Flu Game last night actually. Expect... a lot of art for this AU with the new Fall Out Boy songs LOL

Since there’s… a lot of songs, and a good amount of them would be kinda spoilery, we’ve both chosen one of our favs and wrote up a little analysis.

Here’s Van’s (@irished-lads) of Neon Moon by Brooks and Dun copied straight from our DM’s

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fun fact, this is one of the songs i listened to on repeat while writing the earlier chapters. this is the ideal chapter 16 song in terms of story and vibe, and while an early 90's country song may have not intended to talk abt the intricacies of gay cowboy polyamory, I Sure Can Make It Do That.

peep the beginning;

There's a rundown bar 'cross the railroad track / I got a table for two way in the back / Where I sit alone, and think of losing you

thinks about kevin and sean having their degrees of feeling alone at this point. sean's always had a little bit of a thing for dan (not to mention kevin flirting with sean nigh all the time- note that kevin's only had to pay for one drink), and while kevin may be. erm. Physically Intimate (this is a pg-13 blog) with dan,he also wants more. its that disconnect that him and dan has that feels a mile long. Now. see the chorus:

Now if you lose your one and only, / There's always room here for the lonely

well hey. look at that. some of the loneliest guys in aurora sitting next to each other in a bar sharing a bottle of whiskey. they're friends, sure, but in that moment (ch 16), they recognize that they both can be more than that. to each other, and to dan. theres always room here for the lonely.

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And here’s mine (Emma here!) of STRIKE 3 by Ferry

This song is where the lyric in the fic's description comes from; it’s one from the PMV series Parties Are For Losers. You don’t need to watch the series to get the gist of the song (it is really good though!) but within the context of the narrative, the singer is voicing their frustrations as they desperately try to help those they care about who keep putting themselves in harms way. “You spin the barrel of a fully loaded gun” is just a fancy way of saying “STOP BEING RECKLESS!!!” because, y’know, it’d be a literal death sentence to play roulette if the gun is fully loaded...

In terms of 5r6c… well, one of the fics' central themes IS protecting the people you love. Dan continuously worries about what life Daithi and Brian had before this that made them criminals, and Sean and Kevin are protective of Dan, thinking Daithi and Brian are dangerous in arc 1, and suspicious of Spiff in arc 2. Here’s a bit from the first chorus…

"If there's no winning, might as well just have some fun." I want to scream, when will you get it through your skull that I will not let you drown? "The light is gone, the thought keeps running through your mind, but fearing life is easier than fighting, right?" Oh please, just hide behind this back of mine and save your helpless spite.

Which is peak sheriff’s office argument back in chapter 7...

I also really like the first verse relating to Daithi and Brian in the gang.

Channeling love through the fear of being torn apart by crowds of your barbarian peers. The human filth around us wants to trample all that is dear under the guise of watchful reason.

We learn from…pretty much every time one of them brings up Evan that it is NOT a very happy place to be, particularly in Brian’s POV of chapter 9.

Lastly, we have the pre-chorus.

A thousand years ago, it was a tepid autumn day. A lock has sealed this door— But no more.

If you recall in chapter 16, we learn the raid on the farm where Dan’s family died was in the fall (not directly, Dan always visits the bar on the anniversary and Sean makes the connection himself…but anyway)

...this is because ding ding ding of this song!

Unfortunately I can’t really talk about the last chorus and outro without SPOILING EVERYTHING so you’ll just have to guess from there ;>

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Hopefully that's some food for thought! Honestly we COULD go over every song on the playlist but then this ask would be WAY too long. Just really quick: Hell's Comin' With Me is a HUUUUGE full story song but I really can’t say who it's about without giving away everything, Ambrosia Wine is the Kiwo/Mango dynamic, and Devil's Train (not on Spotify but would be on the playlist if it was) is gonna fit really well for the next few chapters!

#ask #5r6c #western au #OH YEAH Genghis Khan is the mc!verse RTSoot dynamic #not this AU. its on the playlist for other reasons.#For Eden IS a good guess but it's more a Kevin and Dan song...#tbh there's not really any songs for Callie and Eden here. there's one's that definitely could be seen as referencing them #like Rattlesnake and Absinthe and Line Without A Hook are all Dan songs that reference his parents #but they're not ABOUT them yknow?#considering they've been dead ten years before the narrative it's kinda hard to find some #yadayada ~all this happened because of you and you're not even around to see it~

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the-lonely-crow · 2 years

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Ok so I have many thoughts about what the not somewhere else world would look like that I feel like I gotta share before tma2 comes out

Ok so first of all I don't think that after the eyepocalypse the world would just go back to normal. Actually I think that "everyone was separated into personalized hells based on their greatest fears" sounds a lot like the set up for a dystopia novel

I think both religion and have all but completely fallen apart

I think society is basically split up into three groups. The biggest being people literally trying to live. The next group is people trying to help out and do what they can. The third is people taking advantage of the chaos. Problem is the third group is loud and angry and have sort of set up mob rule

I think that based on the "you remember what they did to Simon Fairchild" line there is probably some kind of witch hunt type mob shit hunting former avatars. Like aggressively interviewing random people trying to find one to about their experience in the hells and if they find one they were avatars, willing or otherwise, they get arrested

Literally full Salem witch trials stuff. Very dramatic

I think that because space wasn't really a real thing, when the domains collapsed people were just kinda dropped all over the place at random. This leads to a lot of people having no idea where their family members are or if they are actually alive.

As for our beloved characters:

Georgie and Melanie start a new podcast where they try and explain what the hell just happened and anonymously interview people, including former avatars, about their experiences. They are very vocally against the treatment of former avatars and the general mob rule.

Aarun and the rest of the more devout tunnel cult people have started being very vocal about their "prophets" and with a whole lot of people needing answers and something to cling onto while they try and find their footing, the cult has actually started gaining popularity. Much to the girls dismay.

Basira is doing her best. She has totally thrown herself into volunteering in as many programs as she can, primarily one dedicated to getting people back in touch with their families and loved ones. She also works with an underground railroad type organization that helps the more unwilling avatars not get ✨publicly execute✨

So this all came from a fic I wanted to write about Basira and Callum Brody, but honestly I'm not a good enough writer to pull something this grand scale off. I still like the concept though so I thought I would share it here

#the magnus archives #post mag 200

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lukadarling · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday

Been in a writing slump so I'm gonna throw this out and see if it helps motivate me a bit

Decided to lean into my headcanon that Lasko has cluster headaches and my weakness for caretaking fics

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Lasko/Damien (Will also have implied DAMN Polycule)

The sound of his alarm going off is like someone driving a railroad spike through the side of his head. It’s never a pleasant sound, but as he pries his burning eyes open, he notices the tell tale pressure building in the left side of his skull. A painful omen that today is going to be very, very long.

He leans forward and swipes his phone screen to silence the piercing noise with a groan. His migraines always come on the same way. Waking up with a small ache building in the spot where his upper jaw meets his cheekbone, a dull pressure building up in the side of his head as he tries to drag himself up to get ready for work.

It’s a steady build as he trudges through his morning routine. A hot shower only proves to worsen it, brushing his teeth no better. He navigates his apartment with as few lights on as possible and one eye closed as he continues the process, only tripping once or twice on the way.

‘Maybe I should call in. One day couldn’t be so bad, right?” The thought occurs to him as he watches the coffee maker brew. Logically, he knows it’s a good idea. He’s basically useless when he gets like this. He’s not really in a state to be teaching classes if he can barely tolerate the sound of the lights in his kitchen buzzing overhead, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. That nagging anxiety in the pit of his stomach refuses to let him even consider the option for longer than a few seconds before the machine beeps loudly at him, jabbing into the side of his head like an ice pick. Hopefully a little caffeine will make it go away. ___________________________________________________________

A little caffeine most certainly did Not make it go away. In fact, it seemed to impossibly make things worse. Now on top of feeling like someone’s going after his temple with a chisel, there’s also a sharp pang of nausea twisting his stomach into knots as his body protests coffee on an empty stomach.

As he sits at his desk during his free period, he briefly considers calling Freelancer to grab him lunch once their class gets out. He needs to eat something, but the idea of moving from his current position sounds like a special kind of hell he simply cannot tolerate at the moment. He’s hunched over in his chair, the side of his head pressed against the cool wood of the desk’s surface as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to breathe through the pounding in his skull.

That would, however, involve looking at his phone, and at this particular moment he can’t even tolerate his computer screen or the overhead lights. His internal conflict is cut short by a sharp knock on the door. Resisting the urge to tell the person knocking where exactly they can shove it, he slowly sits up. He rubs at his face and goes to stand, only for the door to swing open on it’s own and reveal an irritated looking Damien.

Dread fills the pit of his stomach as the fire elemental shoots him a look that in the not so distant past would have indicated the beginning of an argument. Logically, there’s absolutely no reason for Damien to be here to pick a fight, seeing as Lasko is not his advisor nor has he been for almost a year now, but logic isn’t exactly behind the wheel at the moment. He instinctively braces himself for an earful as his friend approaches the desk and pulls up a chair.

“You haven’t been answering your phone. We’ve been trying to make plans to go out for lunch for the past hour and a half.”

#redacted asmr #my writing #redacted lasko #redacted damien #my wips

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got any fics with George just being a total simp for dream??

we need more simp george fics

simp george

— he kissed me now i love his dopamine by elle_posts_fics (gen | comp. | 1k)

George is home.

— hilltop road by starziee (mature | comp. | 3k)

A brief view at George's love for Dream as they live together.

— everything i wanted by Silverxts (teen | comp. | 5k)

George meets Sapnap's friend, Dream, who's been injured in their apartment for a couple of days, and offers him his blood, because, well - he's whipped.

— Lessons in Chemistry by enderallie (teen | comp. | 5k)

Dream asks George for help in chemistry, and in return, he promises to teach George how to kiss. It doesn’t go how either of them expects.

— Smash My Heart by dontrollthedice (teen | comp. | 7k)

Two years working as a commentator in the Super Smash Bros community had been a wild ride from start to present day. But George liked to think he was finally able to map the train route his life was taking. Then some Smash streamer waltzed into his life and scrambled the railroad tracks like a dick, and now George was left wondering how his life had gotten to this point.

— Ascending Heaven by dnfsinner (explicit | comp. | 5k)

When George agreed to come to a baseball game with his friends, he never thought it would end up with one of the star players shoving their tongue down his throat as he’s kissed silly. But he’s thankful for it.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #anon asks #dnfao3tags recs #trope request #simp!george #whipped!george

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