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littletealights · 2 years
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Sirius, introducing himself: i’m sirius.
Harry: really? i thought you were joking
Sirius, squealing: remus
Remus: yes, i know
Sirius, still squealing: he said-
Remus: yes i heard
Sirius, his voice is permanently several octaves higher: why couldn’t i have him earlier?
Remus: because you were in prison
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sinfulpatata · 3 months
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meeting your past self be like:
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yllz: midget.
mxy!wwx: virgin.
lwj, being smothered by tits: mn.
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breadandblankets · 2 months
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duke thru some combo of X-ray vision and just being straight up magic can see people's facial expressions even in face covering helmets/masks
people might find it disconcerting to work with say Cass, Jason, Steph, Luke Etc, but Duke finds it as natural as having a conversation barefaced
(the funniest way this would work is if he sees their faces superimposed onto their masks like we as comic readers see it)
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parasitebeans · 2 years
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"The Lathe" a watercolor & gouache fanart of the incredible, devastating timeloop fanfic by @palmviolet  Thank you for this iconic story!!
Read the fic here: The Lathe
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theorderofthetriad · 1 month
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sasuke not learning the truth about itachi and the massacre feels like it should be a significant sub-genre of naruto fanfic, but instead i've been able to find two
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crispyjenkins · 5 months
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(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety
it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes
  “Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”
  “You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself. 
  Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”
  Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”
  Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.
  But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”
  Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”
  Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.
  “I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.
  “Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.
  “To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.
  It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.
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“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”
  Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep. 
  Clay still haunts him.
  Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.
  Fuck, time travel is so weird.
  Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.
  Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.
  It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.
  Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.
Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.
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  So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.
  Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.
  “Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.
  He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.
  Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.
  Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.
  “Leonardo, what—?”
  “Romulus.”
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marimbles · 8 months
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at the risk of sounding like really entitled….
does anyone else have a fic that is their most popular, but you don’t want it to be, because you don’t think it deserves it, and you have better stuff, and while ofc you are grateful that people like something you wrote, it’s almost annoying that for some reason That one is the most popular. lmao
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phoenixcatch7 · 2 years
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Love the idea of each previous hero's journey being mostly lost to time, such that each time the cycle starts again absolutely no one picks up the very obvious clues that might lead them to the hero.
Oh, you've named your blond haired blue eyed child Link, have you? That's a good name!
Oh, he's found a strange red and white maned horse he's named epona who has utterly bonded with him? How unusual!
Yes, the princess Zelda is the same age, isn't she? What a good omen for the family!
We know he doesn't talk much, but he's the sweetest lad, don't worry!
Don't fret, dearie, his wanderlust will abate when he grows up, I'm sure it won't get him in too much trouble before then.
Prodigious little swordsman, isn't he? He would make a great knight if he wanted to when he's older!
Oh? Rumours about a long forgotten temple in the woods? How strange! Are you sure it's not just the children telling stories?
Look at him in his armoured green outfit! That hat looks lovely on him - where did you find it?
#It's so funny#In just about every Zelda I've played there's been about a hundred signs link is In The Building and no one ever notices#Twilight Princess was the absolute worst everyone just kept bringing up Its The Hero stuff and it just was not clicking#By the time we got to epona I was half tempted to make a bingo card#Heck he even has a tree house!!#Strong oot time genes there XD#There's something about loading up a Zelda game and going 'yup. This is a Zelda game alright' but NO ONE in universe notices#YOU ACTUALLY LIVE THERE YOU GUYS STUDY THIS IN HISTORY CLASS#it also opens up the great trope of link casually knowing stuff from previous lives he absolutely shouldn't and nobody taking it seriously#Until he comes back with the master sword#Some of those games were particularly bonkers and if the specifics never got recorded then there's no way anyone would believe them#A zora princess tried to marry the hero?? Lmao try writing fanfic#Listen I know it says the hero came from the woods but kokiri don't exist he would have just lived in a cottage or something#How dare you besmirch the hero's honour! He would never lower himself to base property damage! Never mind pots!#No hylian can ever wrestle a goron are you insane??#Talking boat.... Sure#But you just KNOW Zelda would get some scholars and they'd hang off his every word#I love fics where link just casually references some world shaking knowledge (ie rito being zora descended and their own squid ancestors)#Or what the divine beasts were named after#Or what time travel feels like#Or that the myths hylians came from the skies are true#Or what one Zelda did when she vanished centuries ago#Or what the giant skeletons were#That kind of thing#Sorry I rambled#long post#legend of zelda#loz#loz zelda#loz link
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starsfic · 1 year
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"I think we need to talk, disciple."
"..."
"Wukong."
"...I think we're almost to the next village."
"Wukong, please. About those people, those future versions of us...Please don't turn away. We need to talk about... what they said."
"What's there to talk about?"
"C'mon, eldest brother! We can tell you have thoughts!"
"No."
"... Wukong-"
"Look. They took the fillet off and I'm still here. I'm going to keep my promise to Bodhisattva Guanyin and deliver you to and from Thunderclap Monastery safely, Master."
"I mean, I just-"
"That's all we need to talk about."
"...I believe you. About a lot of things. Just so you know."
"...well maybe you should show it better."
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foodsies4me · 2 months
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Also I’m already sobbing for this:
time travel + soulmates = Meet me in the future, love me in the past (Shadowhunters, Malec).
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That one isn’t too angsty for a change!
Aldo, I’ve been making such slow progress on this fic it’s ridiculous. I started writing it before Bridges was even a thought in my head, but I don’t like how the words are turning out at the moment so more editing it is.
Here is a small snippet, I shared with someone else a couple of days ago, though:
Alec startles awake, hand reaching for his bow and arrows only to find air. It only makes his panic grow, flashes of memories his mind can't parse hitting at once as he jumps out of his bed to put himself on equal footing with the unknown warlock. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The warlock crosses his arms, leaning against the open doorframe to give him a bland stare. "Considering you appeared in my loft, I believe I should be asking you that question." Alec opens his mouth to counter that statement when his mind finally registers the unfamiliar room. "This - this isn't the institute." He looks at the crimson bedsheets on the large bed he just vacated. The thick drapes that cover part of the outside world where horses are pulling carriages and people are wearing clothes Alec has only ever seen in Jace's raunchy Victorian novels. "Where am I?" The warlock gives him an almost pitying look, "Given your attire and the magic lingering around you, I believe a more apt question would be 'When are you,.'" He then snaps his fingers, pulling the curtains wide open to show Alec hadn't been imagining the scene outside of the window, "Welcome to the 19th century, shadowhunter."
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puhpandas · 2 years
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Evan and Gregory are gamers
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pbaintthetb · 2 months
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Nie Huaisang is gasping like he’d drowned as he comes too on the solid ground of his bedroom in Qinghe.
Space time, Nie Huaisang has come to understand, is a kind of fluid. You swim through it, any which way. It is also fluid itself- and so, like fluid things, remoulds itself in the shape that it is  most convenient to understand.
Space time is what it is, and Nie Huaisang finds it easiest to explain and to work with when he sees it as fluid. And so he does. And so he gasps every time it is undergone, whether that’s due to habit, instinct or need.
He gasps and tries to save his brother and fails or wins but really he fails. Maybe Nie Huaisang’s selfish, but maybe it’s not enough to save versions of his brother. Nie Huaisang has learnt to bend time to his will and he’s still failed to stop the incessant march of death.
Nie Huaisang has bent time to his will and has learnt to change what will happen but not what has-
When Nie Huaisang goes home, his brother is still dead.
Huaisang has woken up here, gasping and choking not to save his brother’s life, but to learn how to master his brother’s death.
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verityblack · 1 year
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Sudden urge to read a BBC Merlin time travel fic, but Arthur is the one who time travels (from his death to like season 1), does this exist? Any recs with similar vibes?
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rollercoasterwords · 1 year
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know that i have said ch 3 of the zombie fic would be my next priority but. well i have started writing the wolfstar werewolf fighting ring fic instead 😔 realized i can set it in the 80s + give it a little 80s playlist + it's just been haunting me ever since 😔 anyway i am going 2 make everyone a bit of a slut + also ruin. james potter's character. so. this has been a status update 4 the night xoxo
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true-blue-sonic · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Silver the Hedgehog Additional Tags: Angst, A little bit of hurt, inevitabilities and being unable to resist those, keeping your head up in the face of unsurmountable odds with all the weariness that follows, based on a piece of info from a new Sonic website that says Silver time-travels through portals Summary:
Protecting an era through time travel truly is a fickle thing, Silver has long learned. He travels back to the past through portals: beckoning him, telling him without words there is a crisis imminent for that era, and with him as the one necessary spanner in the works to ensure the beautiful world of the future he inhabits will come to be.
Some days he readily jumps inside of them.
Some days he is apprehensive.
And some days he just can’t make himself do it.
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archivingfanfiction · 11 months
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When Pigs Fly
by BooksR4ever
Severus had always believed that romance wasn’t for him. Everyone else believed him to be filthy death eater scum, and he agreed, never fathoming the concept of someone liking him enough to actually pursue a relationship with him.
Until one fine day in sixth year, when he finds himself with a small, adorable child clinging to his right leg, calling him Papa.
Cross posted on Wattpad under BooksR4ever18
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This one seems really random but I am a sucker for time travel angst/surprise child adorableness. Lots of angst in this one but baby Harry is sooooo cute.
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