#then i remembered i did this with arthur and eames

[burntheedges]

600 Followers Celebration

Y’all!! This is wild. I realized the other day that I started writing my first fic in my notes app on my phone on 4/11/23. I posted the first chapter of that fic in July last year! I am so grateful for each and every one of you. I get so emotional every time someone reads one of my fics. Thank you for being here and being amazing. And I’m so glad you all like fandom bingo (which is still open)!! 🧡🧡🧡

I wanted to do something fun to celebrate. There are two parts -- vote and ask! I'll tag every post for this celebration with #bte600.

💗 VOTE: vote on the poll under the cut!!  A week or so ago I did an ask game where people sent me made up fic titles and I told you what I would write for them. Well, I got a little carried away and came up with some ideas I'm actually pretty excited about. So now I want you to vote on which one I should actually write next! The poll will be open for a week.

🧡 ASK: Send me any of the emojis below – send me as many as you’d like! But please send one at a time.

❣️shout out Spread the love around and tell me about a fic, author, fan art, or artist on here that you love!

📜fic rec Give me a fandom and a direction and I’ll give you a fic rec. I’ve got more than 9000 bookmarks on ao3 lol bet I can find something! let me know preferences about ships, ratings, content, etc.

(fandoms I’ve read a lot in over the years: all the Pedro boys, Inception (Arthur/Eames), Captive Prince, LOTR/Hobbit, MCU, X-Men, 00Q, Star Trek (various ships), Mass Effect, The Raven Cycle (pynch), Teen Wolf (lol), Stranger Things, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Check Please!, The Witcher, The Sandman, Sherlock, Stargate Atlantis, RWRB, Merlin, ATLA… and more?)

❓question Send me any question, FMK, ask about a headcanon, ask about one of my fics, how I write, ask for commentary on a scene or line, whatever you’d like – I’ll answer it!

Remember, 💗 vote on the poll under the cut!! 

Let's vote! Which one of these ideas should I work on next? (see more about each at the link) I had to cut one so I cut one of the Frankie ones that was very similar to something I just wrote.

🧡🧡🧡 thanks for being here!

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[kinghamilton]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass it to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖 p.s. sorry if you've already done this, pls link me if you have!

That's so sweet of you to think of me 🥺💜💙

This isn't easy because a) memory is bad so I don't remember most of what are in my fics >.< b) I can't rank anything because I'm a mood writer and I associate moods to fics more than anything and c) I'm like you and once a fic is published I kinda want to forget it exists for a moment because I feel very self-conscious that a part of my brain is out there under a microscope for others to look at.

Since I can't rank, I will split in pairings:

Moments in time - Valewis

I remember writing that very first ficlet. I remember the absolute joy I felt seeing the words flow out of me again after five years of absolute writer's block. I remember sending it to the OG tumblr roscoe chat and being scared AF of what the besties would say. I pondered and pondered and encouraged by their words and by the proud feeling in my chest to feel ~ satisfied ~ again by something I'd written... I published it. And people were so nice and receptive and I felt more and more inspired day after day, week after week. I will never forget that evening where I wrote the very first ficlet of this collection. It means the world to me as a writer. That feeling? When you feel it again after years of chasing it? Intoxicating.

I love you, I'm sorry - Valewis

Very dear to my heart. It was born out of a 'what if' scenario inbetween two discussions in a private chat. Discussing Valtteri and his life and what he went through and his divorce... The divorce. 'What if' not Tiffany so soon after, but Lewis before. And then it unfolded from there. Some parts were harder to write, others came in so easy. These two, Lewis and Valtteri, they made me love writing again and dissecting their dynamics and reactions and emotions.... I could never thank the F1 fandom enough for putting me in the head space for this magic to happen. That fic is not always about right and pretty, but it felt real to me and I love it for that. And also to the ones who left comments chapter after chapter... Making me feel how they felt reading... That is priceless.

The gift of you - Sebchal

That was a squick prompt. I read it and I had these flashes. Bits and pieces and finally a reason to dive into Sebchal for real. Even if the whole story was very clear to me, it's not my usual range - I'd never written cnc, never knifeplay, or almost any other tags I put there actually - so the fic was a challenge. But I like how it came out. I like how Charles feels and goes through this whole experience. I love the dynamic and the trust and having to focus on senses and emotions so much to build the story. And getting to write about earnest trust. I loved writing about them and I want to write more Sebchal.

Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell - Stucky/Evanstan

Listen, in terms of writing, if I had to pick which fic I thought was the best written of all the ones I published, I think I'd go with this one. I remember that 80% of that fic was written in my old bathtub. It's a massive fic if you look at the word count but I think I had everything written in a week or two. That's how inspired I was. That's how much I wanted to parallel the relationship with these two pairings, that's how passionate I was about putting those four inside a same situation. It's porn with feelings with a second layer of more porn and feelings. If I had to keep only one fic to remain on my Ao3... This would probably be the last one standing.

I was broken before I met you - Evanstan

This was majorly out of character but at the time I didn't care. I still don't. I couldn't care less that they're not who they should be because that fic was cathartic to me. Readers have told me how much they've cried, how much the self loathing touched them, how all the anxiety crisis felt too real... And that's the best compliment I could get. That I managed to make it so raw and real. Because hating yourself and dealing with chronic panic and anxiety attacks isn't pretty, and making mistakes, hurting people and pushing people away, it's not pretty either. I wrote that fic at a moment I really, deeply needed to put out there everything that was eating me from the inside. For this reason, this fic means a lot to me.

#Thank you for asking hun #That was very nice to think about #And also I did sheda tear remembering how hard it has been to write for so long #And I read yours and I'm definitely adding your Eames Arthur to my reading list #I have never enough of those two #Ask answered #lovely people tag #Rpf for Ts #F1 fanfics

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(15)

Come Back To Reality

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Y/n and Cobb are finally able to come back to reality. But Y/n worries if her and Robert in the dream was just that; a dream.

word count - 1.6k

warnings - just way too much fluff!

a/n - why am I actually getting sad how close we are to the end! I know this one feels like the end but we've still got one more chapter left ;)

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3…2…1.

My eyelids fluttered open with the weight of a thousand hours. My body laced with grogginess. I crack my bones and felt the comfort of the plane seat under me.

I smiled.

We did it.

I giggled.

I turned to my side and greeted each member with giddiness. We all sat back and relished in success.

I felt a hand grip my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Arthur shooting me a wink. I placed my hand over his and squeezed it in acceptance.

I looked over and failed to meet Robert’s own gaze as he was locked in contemplation. I realised his mind must be flooded, the overcrowding shocking his sense into silence.

But my eyes trained on my father’s still sleeping form. My breath stuck in my throat. His eyes fluttered ever so softly and when they finally opened, they were tired enough for a lifetime. But they were still bright. And they still pleaded love once they landed on my form. As I squirmed about in my seat unable to hide my excitement. He laughed at the freedom of my movements.

Saito followed soon after. He reached into his jacket to pull out his phone.

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I stood by my father in the queue for passport control. The others had separated off but we stayed together.

His hand slipped into my mine and gave it an affirming grip.

He was next in line.

He turned to me, his face flushed as he was about to divulge everything he could, fearing this could be his last chance. Saito could have screwed him. The clearance may not have been successful.

He struggled to find the words so I decided to help him out.

“I guess you’re healed now. Whatever happened down there it was definitely some form of catharsis.”

“For you and me both.” He breathlessly laughed out.

“I don’t know about that.” His face fell at my sad tone. “I’m gonna need some time. A lot of things have happened down there. I just don’t think I can do it yet.”

“I understand.” He delivered a swift kiss to my hairline. But pulled away with his hand still clasped around mine. “But now we’ve got all the time we need. We’re not running against the clock anymore.” A tear escaped in relief. But I brushed it away before I became noticeable.

“Next.” Was shouted down our line. Dad nervously looked to the awaiting officer. We came together in as miniscule a hug as we could muster before he was sent along first.

He offered up his passport and the officers eyes passed over it intensely. A minute drudged on. We never stopped for a single gasp.

“Welcome to America, Mr Cobb.” His passport was stamped and shoved back to him across the counter. I could see my dad’s frame melt and relax. He moved on more spritely than I’d ever seen. This meant it was my turn and as I approached no worries plagued me. But as my passport was shoved back to me, I remembered there was still just one. And he currently stood at the desk to the side of me.

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I shucked my suitcase off of the carousel. I slowly paced my way back down to the exit, following my dad’s silhouette.

I passed each member and acknowledged them with minute appreciation.

I nodded at Yusuf.

I waved at Ariadne.

I winked at Eames.

I smiled at Arthur.

But I was struck in my place when I saw Robert waiting for his own bag. His eyes were locked on his phone but they briefly flitted up just enough to recognise my frame. Fearfully, I scampered to the side. Taking solace behind Arthur’s frame. He looked down at me and couldn’t help but giggle.

He looked up to Robert. He then nodded in understanding.

He turned around and gripped me by the arms so I couldn’t run from what he was about to say.

“We both know what you promised yourself, but we both know how you feel. After everything,” He trailed off and looked over to where Robert was searching for my frame in the crowd.  “I think you finally need to take something for yourself” He patted my shoulder and then unceremoniously shoved me towards Robert. I stilled but then ran back to place one last kiss on Arthur’s cheek.

Well I guess there was no turning back now.

I skipped up hoping speed would remove my desire to turn back. I tapped his shoulder and he turned around.

“I just wanted to say I heard about your father and I wanted to offer my sympathy. You must miss him?”

Our eyes finally met unadulterated and we both were allowed to show as much desire as we could.

“Have we met? You look awfully familiar.” The question no longer filled me with dread. I tucked my hair behind my ear and giggled at his dulcet tone.

“I’d like to think I’d remember someone like you.” I flirted back. He laughed but his eyes still raked mine for familiarity. I shook out to start again. “The plane. I was the wall you crashed into.” He laughed in memory and seemed to relax upon this declaration.

“Robert Fischer.” He held out his hand and I shook it. I couldn’t believe how soft his skin was. “But seeing as you already mentioned my father you already knew that so forget what I said it was stupid.” He broke his hand away and mimicked shooing. His body was racked with nerves. So I clasped his hand once again.

“Y/n Cobb. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He breathed out through a smile. “Beautiful.” He whispered before his mind could catch up.

“I’m sorry?” I questioned, thinking I had misheard.

“Oh sorry it’s just that I think you’re very beautiful but there were more eloquent ways to express it.” He once again began to flap his hands about. He seemed embarrassed but I found it endearing.

“Anyways it was lovely to meet you.” I declared and quickly turned, secretly hoping he would stop me.

“Wait!” Told you. “Can I get your number?”

I turned back around but didn’t stop walking as I shouted back.

“I gave you my name. If you’re as powerful as you look you’ll find me by tomorrow.”

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I caught up to my dad as he conversed with grandad. I fidgeted as I approached, nervous about meeting his eyes for the first time in years. Instead he took my hands away from their movement and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Tears burst out and it was the only conversation I needed.

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We arrived back to the home I had struck from my memory. Fearing it would sting too much.

We both got out, our steps tipping on the edge.

The walk inside felt a lifetime and it seemed the buzzing of life resumed within my mind once again.

We stood as strangers in our own living room. My eyes flitted over every surface to commit it to my mind.

Grandad approached the garden.

“James! Philippa!”

 The two innocent frames finally turned from their play and I laughed through tears when I got to meet their beautiful eyes once again.

They ran forward. Jumping into the awaiting arms of their father and sister. James launched into me whilst my dad swung Philippa around. I sunk my head into James’ neck and just relished in feeling him close. We eventually swapped and I offered Philippa the piggy backs she had loved. She began playing with my hair from behind, slicking it through into loose braids. But she gave up and instead felt she’d be more at peace with her arms locked tightly around my neck and her cheek next to mine.

A thousand photographs could never capture the love of that single moment.

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I awoke and stretched in the sheets that had been left since my last day. They had been washed, obviously, but grandma had tried to keep my room as untouched as possible.

My bones melted from the deepest sleep I had ever had. For the first time I had slept unaided and it had cured every ache in my chest.

Suddenly my door was thrown open and I looked up in time to see James launch himself onto body. He cuddled into my side and I threw my arms around him, squeezing him.

“Good morning, Jamesy.”

“There’s a man here.” His voice, ladened with sleep, informed. I tensed.

“He’s got a really fancy car and suit and he asked for you.”

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My bare feet plodded across the cold wooden floor. I shuddered in my shorts and tank top. I opened the door. And there I was greeted with Robert, in his perfectly tailored suit, stood in front of his car, that I am assuming he didn’t drive himself due to the man stood to the side.

A smile brushed across his face when I finally entered his sight.

“Do you have any idea how many Y/n Cobbs there are in L.A.?” He declared with perfect practise.

“Well, I didn’t want to make it easy for you.” I teased back whilst carefully making my way to him across the stones.

We were now inches apart. Just gazing into each other.

 “So did I pass the test? Am I powerful enough to take you out on a date?” He toyed using my previous taunt. I blushed under his intense gaze. My hair fell in front of my face but he carefully brushed it back behind my ear.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked and he smiled so brightly.

From inside the house my dad watched on from the kitchen window. His morning coffee clasped in his hand. Like me, his previous attire was forgone for a soft pyjama top and checkered pants. He looked onto his daughter but once he recognised the light which oozed from her frame, he merely relented, well as much as any father can, and smiled.

“You would’ve been proud of her, Mal.”

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[spaghettitigers]

in some ways, and others - arthur/eames

fic 1 of a self-imposed challenge to just write and not think too much on it, following themes. this one's is misunderstanding.

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Eames doesn't remember how he got here.

That's the first thing really. There he is, tied to a chair whose legs stand at the edge of a pool, and the cool metal of a gun pressed to the side of his temple. The ropes on his wrists and chest are frayed slightly, where he feels the ends tickle his pinky. It's nighttime, a waning moon by the light, because his kidnapper may lack imagination but that has never stopped him from attempting flair.

"Arthur, darling,is this all necessary?" he asks, because if he's honest, there's an itch on his brow that's beginning to bother him more than he'd like to admit. 

Arthur clicks the safety off before moving in front of eames' precariously placed chair. His mouth is pursed into a tight, unamused line and while Eames is typically always prepared to wax poetic about Arthur's face, the narrowed eyes at least partially accomplish their mission of intimidation.

He's in a sour mood, Eames thinks, and because he's Eames, he so enjoys moments of little forethought, and says exactly that. He can't help who he is, it's in his blood, his DNA, the very fiber of his being-

"You seem in a terribly sour mood, love."

"Don't call me that," Arthur snaps, and then slower, reeling himself back to the cool and collected mask that Eames despises, "Why did you sell me out to Myers?"

The anger in his voice is subtle (Eames snorts internally at the thought, because none of this is subtle), but he can picture it in the undercurrent of Arthur's skin, slow and venomous. He looks delectable here,(Now is hardly the time to be thinking of his fingers in those chocolate curls, scrapes of teeth on his neck, a heavy hand squeezing the solid line of Arthu's waist - no, Eames is simply cursed to have memories of this). 

"This would go a lot faster if I knew what the bloody hell you're talking about," Eames replies.

The gun pushes closer. "Don't fuck with me Eames, I'm really not in the mood. Only 3 ppl in the world knew about the plan for Armstead Technology and who knew Myers would blow as many knee joints and break as many fingers as necessary to get the files from me, so," Arthur inhales deeply, "I'll ask again and only this once more, why did you do it?"

Eames' head spins as reality sinks in. Arthur believes every word. The tension of his forearm veins is stark in the blue reflected pool light, dancing across the fine hairs. 

"As flattered as I am about the theatrics, you truly didn't need to go so far on my accord. I haven't the faintest clue what you're on about, so when you're ready to have an adult conversation about this, I'll be right here." They're bold words, and he hopes on hope that his nonchalance hides his fear about the situation. 

Eames' head is yanked back by his hair, a sharp hiss escaping between his teeth. "Was the payoff worth it? I was this," Arthur emphasises, "close to being dropped into the Danube, just like this, so you'll excuse my impatience today."

"You think I'm playing? What's wrong with you, Arthur? I never even knew Armsweng, Amsterdam, whatever they are, before this, much less to sell you off to the highest bidder like cattle."

The grip on his hair has thankfully loosened, the tiniest fraction. Arthur's eyes bore into his, searching for the slip up that he's expecting, but Eames can only see fatigue and- a depth of something gone terribly wrong, like Arthur's world has turned itself inside and out. 

For the first time in the evening, Eames catches sight of the healing cut running parallel to Arthur's hairline, how Arthur keeps his gun hand strong but wavering just the tiniest bit, Arthur's microexpression of a wince when he pulled Eames' hair.

Arthur doesn't say anything yet, just staring as Eames examines him. And then: "I saw communiques in your Sao Paulo apartment from Cha. The money was impressive, even by my standards, and the last someone had seen you was Bucharest. I can put two and two together. I really should've known." The inference is left hanging in the air, a live wire.

Eames gapes at him. "I haven't been to Brazil in months. And I'm not stupid enough to grass up one of the best point men out there and piss off no doubt the countless fans of your work. Did my apartment look liveable any way to you? Because I know for a fact that my electricity was out and the plumbing broke ages ago."

His hair is finally released, and he catches the flash of doubt in time. Bingo.

"What did they do to you?"

Arthur's jaw locks, and there's more wounds on the underside of his jaw that Eames can glimpse from this angle. He's somehow sure that what he sees is only a fraction of the damage that's been done. 

"Arthur, I thought our relationship had more depth than that. What would I have to gain by getting rid of you?"

"That's not- you're-" Arthur groans, scraping a hand across his face, gun still held in his hand but thankfully, no longer pressed against his person. "You've always said you'd sell your own mother and her ducklings if the pay was good enough. What is anyone supposed to believe?"

Eames feels relief exhale through him. He's not 100% safe, he knows, not until he's been kicked awake and about 15,000 kilometres away from whatever seedy place Arthur has them camped out in.

A chair that definitely hadn't been there a moment ago is just far enough for Arthur to slump in and stretch his long legs. He looks drained as the day Mal died, a particularly unhappy memory that Eames can always perfectly recollect. Eidetic memories don't always come in handy, to many people's surprise.

"How low you must think of me, sweet." He wants to be shocked, but he knows that his own rumours and the reputation he had developed in the dreamsharing community is his own concoction. He's unsure why it bothers that Arthur thinks of him simply as everyone else. 

"Fuck." Arthur's head is in his hands, and there's the slightest tremble in his hands. Clearly, the man hadn't recovered from whatever treatment had been doled out to him. "Fuck."

Arthur surges up and there's a flash of reflected light before the ropes on Eames' chest are cut loose and he can barely react before Arthur turns the barrel onto himself, a clean shot to the neck.

~~~

By the time Eames figures out a way to kick himself awake, only the faint scent of Arthur's cologne remains. A hastily scribbled note sits on the night stand of the bed.

I'm sorry.

~~~~~~

(Years later, Arthur and Eames will come back together for the Fischer job, where Eames will confront Arthur about all the favours he's called to pull Eames from every pickle Eames found himself in, self inflicted or otherwise. He'll catch Arthur at a weak moment and convince him for a drink when they land in LA, high on life and success and the sweet sound of his bank account filling up and by some miracle, Arthur will agree with only three attempts of flirtation versus his regular arsenal of five. 

Arthur will flush so pretty in the yellow lighting of the dive bar, and apologise again about four times before Eames puts a hand over his. Arthur will pull away like he's been stung but it doesn't stop the blush or the way he turns away to gulp more beer with the smallest smile.

They'll go to bed together, and lie naked and touching, as Eames caresses each scar from all those years ago. He'll kiss each raised bump and feel this odd pull from his chest when he watches Arthur shiver each time. And slowly, he'll understand why Arthur couldn't do anything more to Eames that day, when Eames knows that had it been anyone else in that dream, they would've never seen him coming.)

#arthur x eames #inception #tom hardy #jgl #fic challenge #misunderstanding #fic

[mister-eames]

what kind of relationship do arthur and eames develop with saito? the reason I ask this is, I see how both of their inherent qualities be in line with saito but it vastly different ways.. eames grows very fond of him over the course and despite the obvious fact that “billionaire has to live” thing, arthur is actually more concerned of him than cobb in the first level.. also in return, I feel like saito is one of first people who are receptive to eames and arthur being a thing.. love to know your take!

That's a very interesting question!! To be honest, without going into a super deep dive on his character, I kind of see Saito, at least in the beginning, to mostly be the antithesis of pretty much everyone else in terms of qualities, and it's only towards the end of the movie that he somewhat comes into alignment with everyone else. I think whether or not he retains those changes made at the end is what determines how he connects with Arthur and Eames and the others.

If I can give a small example - why they're all in on the Fischer job: Arthur is in it for the Cobb family, not even for professional interest, he doesn't care and didn't want to do it, Eames is in it for the challenge, for the unfinished business of his previous attempt at inception -- Saito is in it for money and corporate dominance. I believe Saito was a man who came from humble beginnings and enjoyed challenges once upon a time, and probably once valued family, liked getting his hands dirty -- he lost that along the way -- and then came down to Earth at the end, remembering who he was as a person as much as Fischer did.

For me, I think Eames really only began to respect Saito in the third level and Arthur when Saito fulfilled his promise. I believe Saito will continue to be a man of excess to some degree but now remembers what he really values, in people and in himself and will never be the same puppeteer he was before. I kind of see Saito having a close kinship with Cobb after the movie - and Arthur and Eames having a sort of extraneous connection that way - giving the kids what they need - more uncles and presents (who gives the best gifts??). But I agree, I do think Saito was receptive to AxE and probably interfered by playing matchmaker/cupid just to get rid of the UST in the room he could no longer stand xD

#inception #saito #arthur x eames

[fourzerozeroam]

“No.”

“If the projections get me you head right for the extraction point and get your arse out of there.”

“Fuck you.”

“You have to promise me you’re going to finish the job and run.”

“If I don’t hear from you before the kick I’ll be too busy sending our dear coworkers into limbo to remember we had a job going.” Arthur was angry. He was openly furious and that was not something that happened often. Or perhaps not many people have lived to tell the tale.

“Arthur, we can’t bail now. When you’re awake you can be as creative as you want. But if we screw up the job then we’re done for.”

Arthur knew that. Of course he knew that. There wasn’t any other choice.

“The part of the map you’re going to is too unpredictable, it’s unfinished.” Eames noticed the shift in Arthur’s defence immediately and jumped at the chance.

“Then I’m the right person for it. I’m the only person for it.”

Arthur knew that too. Eames cupped his face with both his hands and kissed him.

“You’re acting like you’re not the one going solo into the centre of a bloody gang war”, he whispered.

Arthur didn’t open his eyes. “Do that again.” Eames did.

They parted and Arthur watched Eames go, without a word. He pulled his hair back tight, then dreamed up a bullet vest, a machine gun, two pistols, a few knives, and an army of UAVs. Caution can be defined in different ways.

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SHIPPER TAG GAME

LET'S GOOOOO~ tagged by @negrowhat

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Glorestor or Glorfindel / Erestor of Middle Earth Fanon Fame. Not that I don't CARE about it anymore, mind you. There's just not enough new content (for obvious reasons god it's old and there's like one conversation of original source material). I don't think about them as much anymore. Like I used to be reading fanfic EVERY NIGHT and we're talking like novel length fanfics (as you can imagine people in the LOTR fandom write lol). Anyway here's some super old fan art... (>u<)

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Oh god...something Dynasty Warriors related for sure...

Probably like Sun Ce / Zhao Yu or Gan Ning / Lu Xun. (GO WU! lol) I feel like there were other couples I'm totally forgetting right now...but yeah god I love Dynasty Warriors...

Also...daaamn Gan Ning looks good there I should go buy the latest game. (>w<)

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Like the first one I wrote or read?? I went into my oldest of old "old writing" folders and found this list of docs that I haven't been touched in over ten years. SO I'm gonna saaaay it was a Dynasty Warriors fanfic...one of these pairings. (^ ^;)

Also kind of hilarious to see that I literally still organize my fanfic files in the same way for over half my fucking life ago...nice...

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I feel like it would have been something Inuyasha related. That or something Final Fantasy X. I do not remember, but it was probably some version of these scene.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not that I can remember...do not need this in my life...lol but maybe I've reblogged some RPF like discourse? Like the "should or shouldn't you ship" type discussions. I'm on the side of "do whatever you want but don't send it to the famous people" [ex. like ATEEZ fanfic/fanart] or "if they are literally doing it as part of their promo go ahead, it's for fun/they literally requested it as part of their promo" [ex. BillyBabe]. (^ ^;)

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

It honestly always depends on the quality of the fanart or the fanfic because even a notp can turn into a OH!tp if it's good enough. [Exhibit a: my Phaya/Tharn/Chalothorn fanfic]

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Weirdly the one new Chalothon/Singh fic from The Sign. But I really need AO3 to fix the spelling of his name in the tag...

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

PhayaTharn are the current obsession~

Look at them...adorable...

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Still wish John Wick / Santino fucked...also like James Bond / Q and The Protagonist / Neil and Arthur / Eames...bromance is SUCH a waste but considering the genres of these movies it is never gonna happen...I have to wait for the Thai BL versions lol (^ ^;)

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

OH I haven't been traumatized by watched it yet, but Dead Friends Forever has made me get onboard with Macau/Chay of KinnPorsche fame because OMG LOOK AT THESE CUTIES!!!!

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

GOD I remember there was a LOT of Sesshomaru x Inuyasha yaoi when I was a kid LMFAO like...straight up cancelled...I dunno if it was normal back then but no yaoi was normal back then so like it sadly all got lumped together or something...then again looking at some of the comics that are coming out these days...

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

All the McFassy ships from back in the day like OMG REMEMBER JUNGKOV?? STELIOS AND LETO??? ARCHIE AND ROBBIE? SO MANY CROSSOVERS!!

LOL Sorry that just brought me back LOL

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Ahhhh I don't know...I usually either write a lot or read a lot...I literally have a fic rec list for Glorestor lol and then when I look in my AO3 bookmarks the top ship is Hannigram sooooo let's say Hannigram even though I haven't read one for a while.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

toll and smol...i like me a toll and a smoll...lol or big and small...i dunno something something contrast something something just crush him and/or be uncharacteristically gentle or somehow incapacitate the larger man with your wiles...that is all...

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication < seconding @negrowhat's response. Cannot stand it. Such a boring trope. Very annoying for me (the audience).

#ALL THE SHIPS #my ships #felt like a weird a journey into my past #lol #tag meme #get to know me

[roosterbox]

July 30 Random Word Almost-Drabble: Tender

Word Count: 603

This is the last of these drabble attempts that I’m doing. For July, at least. I have the next phase of my Twitter Album Project coming up in August, and the first part ended up taking about two months to complete. So maybe I can do this again in October. Maybe I can make them spoooooky ficlets, lol.

Putting this one under a cut, for once, because it starts off a lil… spicy.

Rating: M, for interrupted sexytimes

Warning: extreme sappiness.

@boisinberryjamarama

On the next thrust, Arthur felt the stitches in his side pull a bit too hard. He winced, hoping it wasn’t noticeable.

Eames, above him, saw it immediately. He stopped, going still inside him.

“Arthur? Did I-“

“I’m fine,” Arthur insisted. “Keep going.” He shifted a bit, but the movement jostled his side even more, drawing out a pained hiss. Eames seemed to realize something, shaking his head.

“Too rough on your wounds, my love?”

Arthur wanted to argue. He wanted to squeeze his legs tighter around Eames’ hips, and demand that they keep going. But his lover didn’t seem too put out by this interruption of their activities. As a matter of fact, Eames was looking down at his face with such concern and tenderness that Arthur found it impossible to lie.

“A little bit,” he conceded. Eames shook his head again and pulled out as gently as he could. Groaning at the loss, Arthur threw his arm over his eyes. How embarrassing. And his side still throbbed steadily with his pulse.

“Now now, no need for that,” Eames closed Arthur’s legs, massaging his thighs. “You’ve had major surgery, darling. It comes with certain… drawbacks.” He leaned over to check the gauze dressing. “Hmm. Still looks okay. Did you break any stitches?”

Arthur shook his head. “I don’t think so. Pulled a couple though.” He winced again. “Hurts like a sonofabitch.”

“I bet. Again, it doesn’t look bad, but I could change out the dressing if you like? Maybe use some of that numbing cream we have left?”

“That’s-“ not necessary, he started to say. But another painful throb made him reconsider. “That sounds… yes, please.”

Some time later, side numbed and re-dressed, Arthur laid on his non-stitched side, Eames spooned up behind him. A warm hand, which usually would be wrapped around his waist to rest on his stomach, cupped his hip instead. Trying to put as little pressure on his wound as possible. He hadn’t said anything about it, but Arthur could help feeling a little guilty for cutting their lovemaking short.

“I can hear that beautiful brain of yours thinking too hard from here, Arthur.” Eames’ voice was muffled slightly, buried as his face was in Arthur’s hair. He turned his head to nuzzle the other man’s temple. “It’s fine.”

“But-“

Eames shushed him. “It’s fine,” he emphasized. “No one bounces back immediately after major surgery. I myself was bedridden for at least a few days after my last one.”

Arthur remembered, of course. He’d happily waited on his boyfriend hand and foot until the twin scars on his chest healed enough. And he knew that, if necessary, he’d gladly do so again.

“Besides,” Eames continued, kissing his neck, “We have the rest of our lives to do this. So stop worrying, and let me take care of you.”

It took a moment. Arthur was nothing if not a stubborn creature. But when Eames was right, he was right. Both men let out near identical sighs when Arthur finally relaxed, sagging into Eames’ hold even more.

“Sorry,” he said.

Eames shushed him again. “As soon as you get your stitches out, love, I promise that I will gladly fuck you on every surface of this house. Maybe I’ll even let you fuck me on a couple of them too.” He kissed behind Arthur’s ear, in one of his favorite ticklish spots, smiling at the other man’s quiet laugh.

“I’m gonna hold you to that, you know.”

Eames squeezed his lover’s hand, entwined with his own and clutched to Arthur’s chest. A silent declaration of love.

“I expect nothing less.”

#inception #dreamhusbands #arthur x eames #ficlet #my stuff #my fic #writing is hard #these two are tender as fuck #also surprise trans!Eames! #unexpected but wonderful #you can imagine any side surgery for Arthur you prefer #I had appendix removal in mind #but it’s non specific enough to be open for interpretation

[inceptionart]

The amazing Karu @1deabril is our highlighted artist for today! Read on for their thoughts on art, and you can find all of their lovely artwork here!

🎨 When did you start creating art for the Inception fandom, and what is your inspiration?

So... I remember I've been doodling Inception thingies since... 2017? 2018? Something like that! But I wouldn't say I was doing it for the fandom, since I've never posted anything back then hahaha so, formally I'd say I posted my first fanart in 2020! My inspiration has always been JGL and Tom Hardy's performance as Arthur and Eames :') they were the ones that brought me into the fandom, after all!

🎨 Tell us about your creative process, and which part do you enjoy the most about it?

I just really love talking with friends and having a brainstorming session... There's nothing quite like the feeling of talking passionately about something with someone and your mind going BONKERS with ideas!! Like, you NEED to get up and get your pencil ASAP!!! Sometimes I struggle with coming up with ideas for a piece on my own, it's always easier to have someone else by your side and giving you motivation <3 So yes. That's definitely my favorite part.

🎨 Link us to your first and latest artwork, and how your style has evolved since then?

Oh boy...

First artwork Latest artwork

MY STYLE IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS!! I mean... I guess all artists feel this way hahaha but seriously, just look at these two things!! I've always doodled, but I definitely lost precious years while I was in school. Years I could've used for improving my technique =( So... I technically just started drawing again for like, 4 years or so, and digitally for 2! It's still a very short time!! STILL A LONG WAY TO GO! LOTS TO LEARN, LOTS TO IMPROVE! Style's always flowing, always changing hahaha but that's okay! I'm not too worried about it. I just want to get to a place where I can be more confident in myself and not be immediately ashamed when I do post something. That's the ultimate goal tbh!

🎨 What is your absolute favorite piece of art that you've made, and why?

Probably the pieces I made for Mousie's fic <3 our collab was SO fun and she is now a friend!! And I LOVE FRIENDS!!! Honorary mention to: the trans Arthur collab for Red's fic and the silly Cats The Musical AU, just because I love mixing up my hyperfixations together LMAO

🎨 What is something about Inception that you really want to make art for someday, and why?

I'd really love to make more A/E content =( Not doing lovey-dovey stuff though, but thief shit shdgfhs DON'T GET ME WRONG, I love my Dreamhusbands being all domestic, but I do enjoy their illegal side more hehehe covered in blood, firing guns, punching other thieves... Just being total badasses, y'know? I'd also love to make a piece with all the characters in it. I do love the movie itself as a whole, it's my favorite movie after all! It'd be like a tribute <3 but... sounds too complicated, for now haha

🎨 Give a shoutout to your favorite Inception artists here!

OH BOY. Okay there are some artists that aren't in the fandom anymore here but their works are still affecting me deeply til this day so THEY MAKE IT TO THE LIST!

@oyonok @jo2oo @marourin @ffc1cb @mizunoir @oceans-foundfamily @youcantsaymylastname @lemon-yellow

aaaaand I'm sure I'm missing so many more :-( gosh. The fandom is just TOO talented, man. Shoutout to all the incredible deviantart and livejournal artists, too!!

🎨 Anything else you'd like to talk about art and the Inception fandom in general ❤

I've loved Inception since it came out, but I never went into the fandom... Not until an ARTHUR/EAMES FANART showed up on my dashboard and I went "oh LOL what??? Such a weird couple, they don't even talk that much in the movie"... yeah HAHAHA next time I watched the thing, my third eye had been opened and I was like. HOLY HELL... THEY ARE BITTER EXES!! So yes, art is fundamental in fandoms because you never know where or when you'll lure more fans/shippers into the community, like me :-) haha I'm so happy to be a part of it <3 even when I'm not as active as before.

The Inception fandom has been the best fandom ever in my opinion. Almost 0 drama, plenty of INCREDIBLE art and fics that make you weep and squeak!! Almost 12 years and still going strong, baby!! THANK YOU INCEPTION FANDOM FOR GIVING ME SO MUCH JOY <3 and thank you Alicia for making this wholesome event!!!

#inception artist highlight #inceptiversary #inception #1deabril

[jomilky]

Got tagged by @imikhailotakeyouian for this fanfics writer interview 😈 Thank you Elisa! 😸😸😸

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

73,409

3. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

They Should Know

That’s So Gay

What?

Less is More

9/10

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do even though sometimes it takes me forever before I do. I’m thankful for the kudos and comments readers leave and I wanna communicate with them.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I hardly ever write angst so none.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of my fics have happy endings but the fluffiest one might be That’s So Gay.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written.

No, not yet. If I did it one day it’d probably be a Shameless X Supernatural crossover.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Basically all I write is smut sksnxhdhdbdhd. I dunno what kind, maybe usually the hot and heavy with lots of dirty talk kind.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen.

I don’t think so.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Fucking Love This Man is translated into Russian by dear n.v.k. on this link

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Emmm I vaguely remember doing smth like co-writing in my first fandom when I was 13? It was written for a Chinese series novel named Dragon Raja.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gallavich. Wincest. And Arthur/Eames from Inception.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ummmmm honestly it’s a little!Mickey fic but I kinda struggle to keep it in-character, also I figure few ppl are into this so i might as well keep it to myself.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I dunno lmao. Do I have any? Shouldn’t this question be directed to ppl other than myself? I feel pretty vanilla tbh. Just a pal who loves reading and writing smut. Maybe my strength is my insane obsession towards smut then. I’ve seen many crazy shit so I don’t judge.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Lack of vocabularies and more local expressions.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If the writers feels it’s the right thing to do, it’s the right thing to do.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

As a kid, like I mentioned before, Dragon Raja.

As an adult, Gallavich.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

None atm. I might write more wincest fic when I’m in the mood. I’m that kind of ppl with a very low level of enthusiasm in life so it gotta hit me really hard to make me wanna create things on my own. (Yes you did it Mickey Milkovich 🫵🏻, you did it. Also you Dean Winchester 🫵🏻. We can’t leave you out.)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

9/10 for smutty Gallavich cuz I’m obsessed with hole spanking lately.

This can’t be true for fluffy Gallavich cuz of Mickey’s birthday gift idea.

Come with Me for wincest cuz I just love it very much.

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Tagging @depressedstressedlemonzest @flamingbluepanda @shameless-notashamed @xninetiestrendx @y0itsbri @traenawrites and anyone who wants to join 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#tag games

[mike-wachowski]

hi! i was watching inception and remembered your sg inception au. so, may i ask, who did you plan on being which character (kara as cobb, alex as arthur, etc)?

anon im pressing a kiss (platonic) ever so gently to your forehead

one of the reasons i stopped writing/thinking about/entertaining the inception au was because i was running myself in circles trying to translate the sg characters into roles for movie. i had a lot of them pretty set in stone (kara as cobb and alex as arthur like you mentioned) and there were a few others:

Lucy as Eames: i felt like lucy's jack of all trades kind of savvyness made her a good Eames, plus it would allow for some fun banter with her kara and alex. i loved lucy in s1 and i try and shoehorn her into anything i can lol

Brainy as Yusuf: this feels like a kind of obvious one ? Yusuf is a genius, the biohacker of the group, the inventor, and hes a little bit antisocial. very brainycoded

Mon-El as Mal: i really wanted to play off of Kara's self sacrificing, depressed nature following her sending mon el away in season 3 (?) and he works perfectly as Mal !! Kara's jaded ex lover who haunts her stands in the way of both her mission and her new budding romance.

Andrea as Fisher: this one also felt pretty natural to me ! i think there was a plot point early with andrea where she had some kind of beef with her dad? or shes taking over her father's company? either way it feels like andrea is the natural mark in this au since all the other rich people are occupied

other than that i had j’onn set as Professor Miles which felt like a good place for him as kinda the overarching father figure of the film lol. 

#asks #Anon #thanks anon #sorry this took me 87 fucking years ive been really bad at tumblr lately #but it was nice to revisit this concept #i dont have a tag for my inception au currently (i think) so ill go check that and add it later

[mister-eames]

I know it’s been said before, but you spark so much joy with your headcanon & arthur/eames discussions 🥺 also! Still thinking of that pic of Tom Hardy in a muscle tee & other recent photos of him where he is lots of grey in his beard. Idk if you saw JGL at the ceremony where he presented rian Johnson with an award but he had a deep velvet plum suit on, a beard and his hair is long & wavy. & now I’m thinking about older eames/Arthur who are comfortable happy and still sickeningly in love

Nonnie!!!!!!! Thank you so much for stopping by, these asks always are so thought provoking and indulge me so much, I'm always happy to talk about Arthur/Eames and Inception in general!

Okay so, I had not seen that video and I am SO GLAD you brought it to my attention. JGL LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!!! THE SUIT!!! THE BEARD!!! THE CURLS!!!!!! Oh my god. If anyone has not seen the video check it out here you wont regret it.

And, you said it -- "Comfortable, happy and (still) sickeningly in love" is all I want for Arthur and Eames (and my life tbh). My headcanon is that they settle down and retire and while they still dabble in a little criminal action here and there (like being criminally sexy!!!) they live quieter lives a handful of years after the Fischer job. They love each other, right? They want to be safer because they want to build a life over building dreams, because life can be so short, you know, and I think in the film you learn just that--anything can happen at any given moment and you just...slow the hell down. Even when that means taking life in the slow lane and changing course - and so they do.

I imagine Arthur and Eames in their forties and fifties, teaching and consulting for work - Eames being disgusted every time he does his taxes and Arthur being disgusted with himself for wearing polo shirts in the summer and secretly loving it. They are starting to go grey, more grey with every handful of years - they are starting to go soft in places. There are crows eyes and forehead lines and heartburn and creaky bones. Diets to manage IBS and blood pressure. Worse, they start to do things their parents used to do -- like watch the news on TV and mutter into their dinner about idiot politicians and neighbours who park like dickheads on the street and wont trim their trees back out of their yard, and they reminisce about how things were different when they were kids and seriously why the fuck are they the only normal people who live on this street?

They keep busy. They learn new things. For his forty-fifth birthday Arthur builds Eames a library in their Philadelphia home with his bare hands. Eames buys the battered skeleton of a '67 Ford Mustang and restores it for Arthur. They read books and watch movies in bed and keep guns in their bedsides just in case. They go on long drives together and still sometimes travel the world to see old faces and so they still remember what it feels like to be homesick and miss the good life. Eames' knees play up. Arthurs back has seen better days. They're uncles to their siblings kids and to Phillipa and James. And they take that job very seriously.

They still have their domestics and spats every now and then. But they make up and move on. They're partners (in life and crime) and they get their thrills out of making the other happy. They're the people the other cannot wait to come home to.

They have always attempted to manufacture their own luck and they finally did it because here they are, content and happy.

#they trim their neighbours damn trees back in the middle of the night and leave the branches on their doorstep to trip over #they steal their other neighbours paper (they get their dog to do it) at random so no one knows its them #i only do happy endings #maybe i'm getting boring but i just love domestic arthur and eames #growing old(er) together #seeing their priorities change like ours all do when we grow and age #because there is a point in life #especially ESPECIALLY when you lived fast and hard in your twenties #and/or earlier #that you say #'nah no more im done ive done it i want some fucking peace and quiet' #and you are grateful for that peace and quiet #because while you would never regret the experiences you had living hard and fast #even the grief #the loss the awfulness #you wouldn't change the peace for anything #you feel like you earned the stillness and the quiet #and it is valued to the point of it being priceless because of those tumultuous years #when you didn't have it before and you get it you don't want to give it up #and maybe every day is not sunshine and daisies #but you're no longer in survival mode #and while the memories of before are rose-tinted frankly you never want to go back there #the domestic fics are the most 'realistic' ones to me #for this reason #anyway nonnie i appreciate you #arthur x eames #inception #now i want to write a 5k slice of life fic

[killymafterdark]

Ariadne glared at him over the rim of her own glass, chewing slowly. She was looking at him like she was questioning his sincerity. Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Eames?” she asked, and Arthur felt a quiver of anxiety, but he didn’t let it show on his face. He had now remembered that she was the first one to figure out Cobb during the job. He should’ve known she would be able to read him as well.

With a stoic face, he only drew his eyebrows together slightly in a silent question.

“We talked for a second at the airport, you know. I mentioned that we were traveling to Paris together and he just suddenly left. I thought maybe he found you.”

“He did, actually,” Arthur said, dropping his gaze to the table. He busied himself with picking on a strayed edge of the napkin sitting under his plate.

“Oh.” Her tone was surprised if not slightly taken aback. “What for?”

Arthur pondered on it for a moment. What for indeed. “Not sure, to be honest,” he said in the end with a sigh. “Anyway, more wine?”

“Sure, please.” Arthur reached for the bottle standing between their glasses and poured. “You think he’s okay? I’m pretty sure he’s the only one with no one to come back to, and after what we’ve been through, I can’t imagine being by myself. Cobb’s with his kids, Yusuf’s going back to his girlfriend, we will definitely trauma bond together… Do you know if he has someone?”

His heart skipped a beat with a pang, and he attempted to hide the tremor of his palm by grabbing the bottle with the other one for additional support. The whitened knuckles he clenched around the heavy glass spoke volumes, but he still hoped Ariadne wouldn’t notice. The movement of setting the bottle down on the table was calculated and studious, done with as much calm as he could muster while his heart beat against his ribs with way too much significance.

“I… I don’t know. But he will be okay, he always is. I wouldn’t worry about him,” he lied.

Ariadne shrugged. “If you say so. You know him better than I do.”

“Yeah… I do,” he mumbled under his nose. A beat to compose himself, then he looked back up, willing a smile onto his face. “So, will you tell me what made you take this scholarship after all?”

A fragment of Saudade, my ArthurEames Inception WIP I started writing with a friend in 2011 (I am planning on actually finishing it this year, though ;v)

#exes to lovers #angst #hurt/comfort #mutual pining #post-canon

#arthur eames #arthureames #arthur x eames #eamesarthur #eames x arthur #dream husbands #dreamhusbands #inception fanfiction #inception #fanfic #writers on tumblr #killym writes fandom sh:t