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#I can't believe its been a year?
the-amber-raven · 9 months
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Happy 1st anniversary to the mortifying ordeal of being known!
The little random fic that popped into my head one day and I thought it could be a fun little fic, maybe 10, max 20k and then it became a 60k monster which turned into a ~300k epic series 😅
At the time, it was the longest thing I'd ever written and I am so grateful that it showed me what I was capable of and introduced me to so many brilliant and supportive readers who encouraged me to keep going 💖 I am so incredibly grateful to everyone who has read, kudos'ed, commented, and recced this fic/universe. You're all incredible.
I had every intention of posting a small installment from this universe to celebrate but, uh, in true mortifying ordeal fashion the word count has blown out on me (currently sitting at 12k...) I'll post a snippet here later instead and the new aim is to get it out before the anniversary of the fic being finished!
For now, an official fic post for the story that started it all 💙
the mortifying ordeal of being known
The thing was, the 118 was full of gossips. Eddie had been at the station less than a week before Hen and Chim wrangled details about his “hot young thing” from him (“Buck is only 4 years younger than me, he is not a ‘hot young thing’!” Eddie complained.) And Bobby was open about his worries for his son’s lack of direction and the secrets he appears to be keeping (“I just wish I could help Evan find the thing that gives him purpose,” Bobby lamented.) It just made it all the more ridiculous (and horrifying) when Eddie realizes he’s been dating his Captain’s son this whole time (“Defiling his baby,” Chimney cackled, because he clearly wanted Eddie murdered.) -- Or, the AU where miscommunication abounds as Eddie seeks advice about his new relationship, Bobby despairs over his adopted son's career prospects and his refusal to talk about it, and Evan Buckley-Nash juggles training at the fire academy, building a family with his new boyfriend, and trying to work out how to tell his overprotective dad that he's already chosen the life he wants, actually. It takes a goddamn tsunami, of all things, to get the story straight.
Word Count: 60,866 Chapters: 7/7
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monteruu · 2 months
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let's see how far we've come :)
[image id: digital illustration of john egbert, jade harley, rose lalonde, and dave strider from homestuck. they are all laying on a blue checkered picnic blanket laying on top of one another in a familiar manner and smiling.
john is at the center laughing heartily while jade is to the right laying down on her side. dave is to the left and is in a comfortable lounging position with one leg over one of john's and is resting his head in rose's lap who is smirking at john and jade's antics.
they are all in their respective godtier outfits. around them are some lush grassy hills with variously colored wildflowers spotting the landscape and the sburb sun setting behind them. end image id.]
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pitchblackespresso · 16 days
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Happy one year anniversary, totk!
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waveoftheocean · 1 year
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06.10.23 happy birthday iwa-chan!! sorry for inflicting paperwork on you for your bday but at least you have oikawa to help (coughdistractcough) you 🥰
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harbingersecho · 1 year
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i got the sudden urge to revisit my old mh college au which made me watch the new series and i’m happy to inform you that Cleo is still iconic and the number 1 ghoul. the organs and the scarabs are such a great addition to her character, i love it
also frankie and deuce are here
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saccharisu-draws · 8 months
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Forever and Ev̷͝e̴͛̓r̷̐͌ 💚
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soopkreem · 24 days
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My take on Hidgens...
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blossom-star · 10 months
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Something before the day ends, boink boink
Happy 10th Anniversar for Wander Over Yonder🎉🎉🎉🎉
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always-ascending · 2 years
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BLADE RUNNER 25 June 1982 | Dir. Ridley Scott
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rcmclachlan · 3 months
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Revisiting "Stuff Yuuri Katsuki Full of Cock 2k17"
AO3 should make you sign a contract in blood and have it notarized before you're allowed to orphan one of your stories. The "R" in "R.C." stands for regret in this case!
Of the many fics, ficlets, drabbles, and WIPs I churned out for the YOI fandom that I wish I could un-orphan, these four were my favorites:
immaculate dream, made breath and skin (E)
Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri's prepared. More than prepared: he's ready. No one's ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there's nothing that he hasn't already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock. But apparently Victor's sole purpose in life is to subvert all his expectations. (this is easily the filthiest thing i've ever written)
with the engine inside (E)
Victor brought this on himself.
Full (E)
On the second day of the 2017 Worlds Competition, he takes a bumpy taxi ride from where they’re staying at the Hilton Helsinki Kalastajatorppa to Hartwell Arena, skates a gold medal-winning singles program, gives at least an hour’s worth of interviews to every major network that exists, meets with an insanely wealthy couple that wants him to give pointers to their daughter who would much rather talk to him about horses than skating, and goes out for dinner and drinks with the usual suspects—all with a thick plug inside him that rubs up against his prostate every time he so much as breathes.
Mercalli (E)
There’s an earthquake in Yuuri’s hands as he slides them up the meat of Victor’s thighs, and it threatens to shake Victor to ruin.
Bonus: Thwarted (M)
Yuuri snorts. "Not even you would've taken 'Victor, I fantasize about getting pregnant' seriously."
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theroseyhues · 27 days
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DAY 1 of hermit-a-day-may 2024!!!!!! I am so unbelievably happy to be participating in this for the second year in a row C:
Day 1 is Beef, and I have to say I absolutely love his current skin its very pretty and I enjoy the colors a lot :D
@hermitadaymay <- tagging for day 1 so yall can check it out! Take care!!
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synthshenanigans · 8 months
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Mucka Blucka turns a year old today!!!
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imadetheline · 6 months
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absolutely fucking nothing could have prepared me for the sideways jaunt we take from the magical world of Howl's Moving Castle to real-life Wales in the middle of the book, not even the knowledge that Howl is Welsh I had absorbed from the internet. And don't even get me started on him quoting Shakespeare
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nippoisalien · 1 year
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some drawing i'm really proud of in my Mob Psycho 100 dojinshi "Psychic Crossing"(2020, already sold out!) sold in Thailand! (Yes!, it is Animal Crossing crossover comic!😆✨)
PS. first picture is actually based on mp100 season 1′s Blu-ray/DVD boxset art!(see below)
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peachym00 · 11 months
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one year later
Pete has some thoughts about his relationship with Vegas, one year since it began.
A bright light in the early morning awakens Pete.
Neither of them remembered to close the curtains before they went to sleep. The sheer netting over the windows does nothing to block out the sunbeam filtering over them. And so, at 05:57 in the morning, the sunrise pours in, waking Pete from his restful slumber.
Somehow Vegas never seemed to be affected.
Pete wrenches his eyelids open, squinting at the brightness whilst Vegas snores happily. It was a weekly argument for them, but it didn’t stop it from repeatedly happening.
Though on this morning, as he sighed through his usual routine of willing himself to get out of bed to close the stupid curtains, Pete felt different. As he opened his eyes, though tired and capable of hours more sleep, he didn’t feel the same urgency to close them again.
Pete stretched his body, the tingle of his muscles loosening, shooting all the way down to his toes. He was laid out flat, and he turned to find Vegas on his side facing him. His back was to the window, which would explain how he was still asleep, though Pete knew this didn’t actually matter, he could shine a torch directly in Vegas’s face, and if he was sleeping deep enough, he would not wake up.
Pete couldn’t help but stare at how relaxed Vegas looked. It had taken a long time for Vegas to show any kind of tranquillity, and even now, it was still a work in progress. For both of them, if he’s being honest.
Their journey so far had not been easy, and its continuation wouldn’t pretend to be. There would always be room for sadness and crippling bouts of anger in-between all the tenderness that their relationship holds. It was incandescent, in a way, almost too bright and too hot, like a phenomenon too inexplainable to anyone willing to listen.
When things were tough, and life was harsh, Pete would often wonder what it would be like if he’d chosen a different path. What it would be like if he hadn’t accepted the job as a main family bodyguard and if every choice he’d made so far hadn’t led him to where he was today. But imagining a world where Vegas wasn’t the very being that kept him tethered to the ground was impossible. Because even though the red strings of fate had only allowed their lives to be intertwined for such a short amount of time, it felt as if they’d been together for years, centuries even. And thinking of a life where Vegas did not hold him close was unimaginably lonely.
And perhaps that was the most terrifying thing he’d ever faced; to be so devoted to someone that it would kill you to lose them.
Sometimes it felt like Pete was walking through a dream and that nothing in his life was real. Vegas would do something mundane, like drool on Pete’s shoulder after falling asleep through Iron Man 3, and it would be so wholly human, so normal, that it would feel like Pete was making it up.
Their entire lives had been anything but ordinary, from their childhoods to their careers; nothing about how they’d lived could be considered normal. This was why Pete struggled to accept that this was something his life had become. To think that he was allowed the simple pleasure of a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on when he was sad, and lips that would kiss him simply because they wanted to was something that, at times, Pete struggled to accept.
Choice wasn’t something he was used to. But choosing to spend the rest of his life with Vegas was something he would never regret.
And even now, as he chose to admire the sunlight sweeping over Vegas’s slowly waking form instead of getting out of bed, Pete couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Vegas had been growing his hair out, and it fell across his forehead in dark strands. His hand was underneath his pillow as his other reached out towards Pete as if Vegas was making sure he stayed close, even as they slept. He looked at this man in his bed, and his breath was taken away because this was his. Vegas and his heart, soul, and very being belonged to Pete, as Pete’s heart, soul, and very being belonged to Vegas.
Nobody in the world but Pete got to have this, this exact moment, with this exact man, in this exact life.
And it was divine.
“It’s fucking bright in here,” Vegas grumbled, his voice croaking, squinting his eyes open as he grabbed Pete’s arm and pulled him close.
“It wouldn’t be if you closed the curtains last night,” Pete muttered, pressing himself to Vegas as close as physically possible, hiding a smile into his sternum as he imagined Vegas rolling his eyes.
“Why is it only my fault? You could have done it,” Vegas’s lips pressed to his temple, and Pete felt like he was glowing with happiness. “Oh wait, no, you couldn’t; your legs were shaking so much after I–”
Pete punched him in the arm. “So you admit it is your fault I woke up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning when I could still be peacefully knocked out.”
Instead of answering, he felt Vegas smile against his temple, and Pete closed his eyes, using Vegas’s neck to block out the light from the window.
“Go back to sleep,” Vegas whispered, holding him tighter, stroking his hand up and down Pete’s back.
Pete did not need to be told twice.
Then when Pete wakes up again, the bed is empty, but their room is blissfully dark.
And it may have only been one year since the cataclysmic start of their relationship, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s a mere blip in their timeline. Their journey will be long and hard and riddled with obstacles, but it will also be full of warm tenderness, bright laughter, and a love that will last a lifetime.
And that, for Pete, is everything.
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