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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Hob doesn't do relationships. He doesn't hate love or anything, they're just not for him. He likes to sleep around and hook up with different people and any kind of relationship he maintains is strictly casual. And it was fine when he was 20, but now Hob's almost 30 and Joanna feels like Hob needs to grow up a bit. He doesn't need to settle down or make huge commitment, but it wouldn't hurt to give dating a try and maybe grow a little as a person.

So she gives him a talking to, and while he's resistant at first, he takes some time to really look at his life and he realizes that yeah, maybe she has a point. And she tries to tell him it doesn't need to be a complete lifestyle change, just a few more dates, a few less hook ups, but Hob doesn't do anything halfway. He declares that he will the next person he is attracted to and absolutely not have sex with until a few dates in when he's sure he likes them.

Dream, on the other hand, has a problem. He's approaching 30 and already has two divorces under his belt. He commits too much too fast and he's really bad at taking things slow in a relationship. So he asks Death for some advice and she suggests that maybe he should try some hook ups, to be with somebody where there aren't any expectations for the future. Yes, this is a good idea, Dream thinks. He's going to go out and find somebody to sleep with and will absolutely not let himself develop any feelings.

Dream and Hob end up in the same bar and Hob starts chatting him up. Dream is excited because this handsome man seems like the perfect place to start. They're really hitting it off, except this man seems like he wants...a date? Which is incredibly tempting, but Dream has promised himself that that's not what he wants. It's fine, he's sure he can convince this man to go home with him.

Hob has found the perfect candidate for a date. He's beautiful and they're getting along very well, but then the man makes it clear he wants to take Hob home for sex. Which, while very tempting, is not what Hob is after, but this man is way too good to give up on just yet. It's fine, he'll just have to try harder to convince this man to go on a date.

So they're stuck there, basically playing a game of chicken to see who will give up first. The chemistry between them is palpable, and neither is willing to totally give up and find someone else. Hob loses first. Dream plays dirty and starts whispering all kinds of things in his ear and Hob folds like a wet paper towel (Hob is a weak man, okay? he knows). But Dreams loses later when he invites Hob to stay and can't help making breakfast for him in the morning and says yes to a date before Hob even finishes asking again.

AJAJSJDHSH they're so fucking stupid aren't they? Unstoppable dumbass x immovable idiot.

I really enjoy the fact that they both ultimately completely fail in their objectives. Hob is such a sweet slut he can't not go home with Dream and suck his pretty pink cock. And Dream is such a hopeless romantic, he can't not develop feelings on that very first morning as Hob sings along with the radio and licks syrup off his fingers.

Hob suggests a compromise: they will inevitably date and fall in love and probably get married (Hob has decided this already, like we've already said, he doesn't do things by halves). BUT they can also play a little game. Every other week or so, they'll go out, and seduce each other all over again. Pretending to be complete strangers, coming up with new backstories each time. Thus, Dream will get to 'explore' new people and let go of all the inhibitions one tends to develop in a relationship.

Dream rolls his eyes fondly, because its sort of a terrible idea, but he loves that Hob is trying to arrange compromises for their relationship already. It's a good sign for the future, he thinks, and hey. Maybe they'll give the game a go sometime. It won't be so bad to let Hob seduce him, next time...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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laughingpinecone · 3 years

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ToT letter 2021

I am laughingpineapple on AO3

Hello dear author! I hope you’ll have fun with our match. Feel free to draw from general or fandom-specific likes, past letters, and/or follow your heart.

Art likes: characters doing something, even something very simple, illustrating a moment rather than abstractly posing. I also enjoy seeing them wear different clothes, getting a feel of what their fashion sense is like beyond their canon outfit(s). Or dressing them up for some outlandish AU!

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (especially if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, magical realism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, canon-adjacent tropey plots, outsider POV, UST, resolved UST, exploration of secondary bits of canon, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, maps, mutual pining, cuddling, wintry moods, the feeling of flannel and other fabrics, ridiculous concepts played straight, sensory details, sickfic, places being haunted, people being haunted, the mystery of the woods, small hopes in bleak worlds, electricity, places that don’t quite add up, mismatched memories, caves and deep places, distant city lights at night, emphasis on non-human traits of non-human characters (gen-wise, but also a hearty yes xeno for applicable ships), emphasis on inhuman traits of characters who were human once and have sort of shed it all behind

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, focus on children, unrequested ships (background established canon couples are okay, mentions of parents are okay!), canon retellings

All requests are for both fic and art!

Death Crown: Death, trick

(I haven't played the DLC yet so, alas, no demons, or no spoilers for the demons, at least) I am absolutely charmed by the overall mood of this game and would like to see something more in that vein! Anything! Got more sacred (or unholy?) geometrical architecture for Death to interact with, maybe in greater detail than just wrecking it? What else feels like a contemporary take on a Bosch painting? Can Death get lost?

Ghost Trick: Jowd, Cabanela, trick, treat

Anything focused on Cabanela being an unstoppable force (confident, untiring, sparkling, stubborn, dexterous, loyal to the bitter end, legs) and/or Jowd being an immovable object (sarcastic, strong, depressed, self-deprecating but knowing he's hot stuff, also stubborn, clever but an emotional dumbass, round). Figuring out stuff? Something in the new timeline is linked to the old timeline? Coat? Dancing? Scarves? Halloween costumes?

I like Cabanela/Jowd and Cabanela/Alma/Jowd and Cabanela/Alma in scenarios where Jowd isn't around and Alma/Jowd in general (REALLY like all these, okay. like this is the one request where I'd love the most self-indulgent shippy takes as well), and dig Lynne/Memry. Yomiel/fianSissel and Emma/JM also cool!

Hylics: any, trick, treat

(I have only played the first game so far so please no overt spoilers for Hylics 2. Feel free to include stuff from it but... stealthily, I guess?) This is an "anything that feels somewhat like canon, please" sort of request! Love the mood, love the cast, love the little added details in their menu screen. Those can be prompts? Or the oddball stats? How do ToT's trick and treat freeforms apply to Hylics' overall... hylicsness, what would those guys think constitutes a "creepy" moment or a "fluffy" one?

Not into ships for this one, however I WILL say that Dedusmuln has all the proverbial curves in the right places. mostly their face.

Kentucky Route Zero: Weaver

Math, debt, the liminal state of almost being a ghost, seeing the world with a strange clarity... just anything Weaver, please! How'd she make her way to the town? What was it like for her to be working on Xanadu for a time? What about the community broadcast! Does she have an opinion on Carrington's oeuvre? You know... things... stuff. Weaver things. and stuff.

I love the whole cast and Weaver... wove... her story through most of them so feel free to bring in whomever. Not interested in ships here though.

Paradise Killer: Lady Love Dies, trick

A post-canon glimpse of life on '''''perfect''''' 25? That's not QUITE enough class consciousness to make the whole thing work, you guys. What does 'normal' life feel like to LD now? After following Henry's case and talking to Shinji so much, can she see that it's doomed to fail again, and then what? What IS Island 25 like, anyway? (what comes after Island 25, even?)

I liked the choice of canon romances - if it has to be just one I'd prefer it to be Crimson, but I'd also be interested in seeing what a V or triad with Doom Jazz would look like. They're all so chill about stuff

Pyre: Volfred, trick, treat

Pragmatic idealist, charismatic and bad at people, pacifist, activist, physiologically incapable of shutting up for a hot second, what's there not to love... I am very into either of the following: C. Volfred Sandalwood has a fantastic day; C. Volfred Sandalwood has a terrible no good day. Everything is great! Pre-exile antiestablishmentarian antics, maybe with Bertrude? Political gambits? The very physical dangers of the Downside which may or may not catch a scholar by surprise (who saves him?)? Tree problems? Meeting Oralech for the first time and Volfred thinks he himself is hot stuff but out of the two, Oralech is clearly the VIP? Feeling like he should live up to Lu Sclorian's legacy but he feels much closer to other Scribes (and what does Lu have to say about it, one way or another?)? The thrilling intimacy of Reading? The thrilling intimacy of lowercase reading also, maybe reading old manuscripts found in the Downside?

I very much ship him with Tariq and/or Oralech. The only canon ship I like is Hedwyn/Fikani. I also like Soliam/Gol, Bertrude/Pamitha and Celeste/Jodariel. Love all the Nightwings + Dalbert (+Deluge...?); love to dunk on Manley, Brighton and Lendel (I don't enjoy flat-out bashing, more like... I enjoy the way they are portrayed as horrible gremlins in canon and if they turn up in fic I'm not interested in more positive portrayals)

Signs of the Sojourner: Rhea, Elias, trick, treat

Once again pretty much an "anything in the style of canon" request. I love this setting, its themes and all the little lives that fill it. I am interested in a wide range of postcanon scenarios and love the whole cast - does Rhea come back to $town any number of years down the line and find $character? How'd their storyline end up in the medium-long term? What the hell is up with the Stranger (seriously, three runs and I never managed to speak with them, I have no idea)? What's life like for Elias back home, or in a new home if they can't keep the store, or if Rhea landed the Oscar ending or whatever (just, please, not dead Rhea. I love that ending but can't stand to consider what it'd do to Elias)? Or does he join the caravan just once? Who did Rhea grow to really like and can't wait to see every time? Any ghost stories or creepy encounters on the caravan's route? Does Thunder help?

I'm neutral on ships here - good with Rhea&Elias, good with background Rhea/Elias but I wouldn't like a romantic focus.

Totally Normal Wizard Apprentice: apprentice, wizard, master, trick, treat

(conflict of interest disclaimer, I illustrated this but didn't write nor nominate it) What awaits the apprentice outside the wizard's tower? It sounds like a pretty wild moon out there, I loved all the worldbuilding hints of the bigger setting. Does the wizard keep track of the apprentice, with her telescope or otherwise, and how does she take care of her ruined parlor? Was this all some sort of 5d chess on the master's part, and if so to what end? And what kind of otherworldly patience does this man possess, anyway, to handle the apprentice on a daily basis?

Twin Peaks: Margaret, Diane, Lucy, Tammy, trick, treat

(bass-boosted ethereal whooshing) For tricks, I would like to see any of these characters face the woods, the mystery of the woods, and/or a new symbol of your liking. Or: Margaret in the city, Diane and the moon, Lucy and the color blue, Tammy incognito.

For treats, a happy meeting. I love the whole cast and I'm always thrilled by gonzo "&" pairings, bring in whomever! Coffee and pie? The Bookhouse Boys? A kinder aspect of the woods?

Fandom-specific notes: love s3, love the books too. I like Lucy/Andy, Margaret/Sam fwiw, and rarepairs Tammy/Cynthia and Diane/Constance. Please no Fireman's-house-is-the-white-lodge, no Twin Perfect, no Judy-was-destroyed (nor is destroyable).

Arcade Spirits: Percy, Teo, treat

More than anything, I love the sense of group and camaraderie among the arcade's staff and regulars, and I'd love to see some more of it. I picked Percy and Teo 'cause they're my faves but anyone you may want to add, up to and including Sue, is very very welcome. Is there any aspect of gaming that feels like it could be adapted to this strange world of contemporary arcades? Cosplay shenanigans for everyone courtesy of Ashley? Any other activity that could show how Percy and/or Teo get along with the others, like they were all forming little groups during the beach chapter? It's such a feel-good canon, any feel-good situation would be great!

My Ari is with Percy but I'm not really interested in shipping here. All sorts of friendships though!

#letter

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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The Kamukura Files - Yasuke

Written for @the-hinata-project

Day 2: Izuru Kamukura -or- Perfection/Formal/Dystopia

Rating: T

Warnings: Language and references to torture/murder/experimentation because the Kamukura Project does not consist of good times. Bad times only.

Notes: Yeah, you bet your ass I’m writing MatsuKamu for Day 2 again. How can I not? Although it’s even angstier than last year. Whoops. This is probably the darkest the short fics will ever get though. Uh. Probably. I assume. Yeah. But I do love both of them and their dubious relationship oh so dearly.

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Once an idiot always a hopeless idiot. But, there’s more to it than that. There always fucking has to be. It’s a lot to deal with. A lot I was admittedly prepared to deal with, but a lot nonetheless. Because of fucking course, the Ultimate Hope, the Ultimate Talent, the Ultimate Lap Dog and Guinea Pig, would also be the Ultimate Chore.

Junko would laugh her ass off before trying to stab him repeatedly. It’s a good thing, then, that she’s instead going on a rampage in some other unfortunate place. It’s a bad thing that I won’t be able to keep this from her forever. Not with how enamored the old shits are at Hope’s Peak Academy with the idea of the Ultimate Symbol at their beck and call.

Although I was expected to beat out Kamukura Izuru’s more disobedient kinks when I wasn’t being blamed for him. Because what other reason could an emotionally constipated child locked in a damn cellar all day possibly have to be unresponsive?

God, the researchers are as stupid as they are inhumane. You’d have to be to sign up to be a part of this shit. What does that say about me, then?

“That while you treat me with more consideration, you are similarly stupid and inhumane,” was Kamukura Izuru’s obvious answer, blinking at me with the judgmental eyes of a dead fish.

“I don’t have a choice,” I retort, like I’ve never considered just staying in bed every morning. Just never getting up. Weak bitch I refuse to let myself be. “Besides, in my case I’m more curious.”

Because I knew Hinata Hajime. He was a hopeless dumbass. I did wonder if I could change that just with a few tweaks of his brain. I’m still not sure if I did, and staring upon Kamukura Izuru’s head scars filled me with a feeling that was more uncomfortable than anything. Honestly, I kind of wanted to throw up sometimes.

Not that I had any right to. I still made the choices, under pressure or no. There’s only so much blame that I can toss off my shoulders.

And I find myself willing to toss less and less the longer I was around Kamukura Izuru.

He was the exact opposite of Junko in so many ways and yet similar in others. Both were dreadfully and ridiculously fucking unsatisfied, and yet while Junko was a chaotic force, Kamukura was the immovable object. What a disaster it would be when those two inevitably collided.

I didn’t—want that to happen, but I didn’t know how I’d prevent it short of just terminating the situation entirely.

There were rowdy days of Kamukura Izuru where that was a very real possibility. To call that terrifying would be an understatement.

“What are the tests for today, Matsuda Yasuke?” Kamukura asks without inflection. As if those stupid tests never involved poisoning him at one point. Sometimes. Often. Worse than that. “Observations today are that your mood is steadily worsening and that you have been losing even more sleep.”

And—something a little strange does happen. Kamukura’s finger runs along one of the shadows beneath my eyes. I flinch, but Kamukura, suddenly a curious fucking child, is undeterred.

“Sleep shortens your lifespan. An early death would be inconvenient. For everyone.”

“If you died, that’d be better for everyone,” I spit back and it hurts me probably more than it hurts him. “A world where you exist doesn’t have the best chances. So, why don’t you run away never to be seen again or something? Surely haunting the mountains would be more interesting than passively lying around.”

Kamukura’s thumb presses into the edge of my scowl and it’s too easy to break. I know this guy has more than enough capability to crush my skull with just a little force applied. While I have a natural aversion to dying, being killed by him would be the least of my worries.

“Someone like you isn’t meant to exist,” I whisper, almost urgently.

“Someone perfect?” Kamukura Izuru asks dryly. So much so that it’s beyond infuriating. “Yes, I am aware. It would be so easy for me to tilt the world, yes? It would be so easy to dig my fingers in and tear this planet asunder.”

He cups my face. I know he’s being intimidating just because he has a sick fascination with my expressions. Maybe it’s because no one else is making much of a face around him. The other researchers have less life than this guy, whose head was split, emptied, and stuffed again.

“You could ruin this world if you wanted to,” I just remind him. “But you don’t want for anything.”

“No, I do not,” he agrees. “But, I have no interest in complying with other’s inane desires, either. You have nothing to worry about, Matsuda Yasuke.”

“Idiot.” I pinch his cheek. “There’s still shit to worry about. You know everything and nothing at the same time.”

“Is that so, Matsuda Yasuke?”

“Can you quit holding my face while speaking so formally? It’s fucking creepy.”

Kamukura does pull back, his posture ever prim and proper as he sits at the edge of a dinky fucking bed. In a room with no other furnishing. Just a door and a couple of security cameras for the shitty-ass researchers to ogle Kamukura Izuru from.

“You really should run away and disappear,” I found myself muttering. “Or I should kill you myself.”

I tiredly wrap my hands around his neck. I squeeze. Kamukura Izuru stares back blankly. My reflection in that blood-red gaze looks haggard.

He’s such an idiot. But he’s someone I also can’t help but care about. It’s just a crying shame I can’t make him care about anything in return.

I sigh and let go of him. Without another word, I push past him and lie down on that dinky bed.

“I need a nap, so feel free to escape while I sleep. Just. Saying. Whatever.”

I already knew he’d still be there when I later wake, but it was wishful thinking. Maybe even hopeful. I might have even dreamed of lying there forever. With Kamukura Izuru’s creepy, miserable presence. Urgh.

“Have sweet dreams, Matsuda Yasuke.”

Idiot.

#thehinataproject2019 #izuru kamukura #kamukura izuru #yasuke matsuda #matsuda yasuke #Magi fics #do mind the warnings #MatsuKamu #yes #anyway next fic is gonna be fuuuuuun for me to write because #hack coughs #I love Matsun

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friends-in-high-places · 4 years

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immovable-force said: [Hello Elohim,] came a text from The Raven's phone, which Pecky had gotten a hold of again. [Thank you for sending us the tiny angel. He is cute and fun! I am going to give him a shiny rock I found.]

He didn’t like working. In a fairly broad sense, however, he didn’t think that anyone liked working; for the most part, the world functioned well on its own. He didn’t have to do anything other than watch out for something that’d wipe the population, and even then his angels did it for him. But the little bit that he did have to do - mostly just answering prayers - was tiring. When piling on the work that came with helping Joshua, it was like he couldn’t catch a break.

Books were piled up around him, both on the ground and on the desk. Most of them were labeled with ‘The Book of Joshua’, paired with the dates they covered, though there were a few of Elohim’s in there as well. He’d been reading over everything, trying to find any kind of hint or clue to break the seal.

... And then he’d fallen asleep, there.

His wings hung down behind him, face-down against the desk as he slept. The only thing that left him was the occasional snore or small hum, dreams not weaving into anything serious and instead just staying as light, happy thoughts. The sleep wasn’t a deep one, and because of that the familiar vibrating of his phone pulled him out of it; he woke up with a small noise of discontent, sleepy eyes reading over the text.

Text [ Elohim > Beanpole Bird ] : m a tiny angel i m so samll not like ur huge asss big soft dumbass love u

Text [ Elohim > Beanpole Bird ] : yo u rock too dont forget it m going to sleep talk to you when im not doing that should bee fasts ltime is fifferent gnightnslove you

He yawned once more, clicking off his phone. He carried it with him to his bed, stumbling over a couple books before landing face-first on the mattress and snuggling down into the blankets. He’d talk to Joshua later - after a nice, long nap.

@immovable-force

#Elohim || The God #ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜʀɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ { ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ? } || The Raven

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weforgotthatwearethestars · 4 years

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No Memory is Gonna Save You Now (part 5)

Starker, so don’t like don’t read.

Also here on Ao3

Tags: amnesia, temporary amnesia, team as family, canon-typical violence, fluff, angst, happy ending

Peter wakes from a dream of being crushed under something large and immoveable and suffocating to Karen saying, “Peter, Ms. May is at the door and is requesting entry. Should I let her in?”

Peter is busy panting and clutching at his chest for a few minutes, slowly coming back from the dream, so he doesn’t respond before he starts to hear the pounding on the door to the apartment.

“Why’s -” he starts then clears his throat so he doesn’t sound so hoarse. “Why’s there banging?”

“That would be Ms. May. would you like me to pull up the security video?” Karen asks and Peter agrees. There is a woman who looks thoroughly irate in scrubs and a jacket with her brown hair in a ponytail, flyaways in a fuzzy halo making her look even more distressed. Peter gestures and closes the feed before sitting there for a moment, trying to figure out why this person would be banging at his door. After another round of thuds start up Peter decided that no, no he doesn’t have anything left in him to really deal with this right now.

He debates, for just a moment, asking Karen or Friday if they could contact Tony to help with whatever the hell was going on but shook his head after a moment. He’d fucked that up and didn’t plan on touching that until he got his memories back and could understand exactly what he’d done wrong.

“Nope.” Peter mutters to himself as he makes his way into his bathroom, “Nopity, nope, nope, no.”

He asks Karen if he has a playlist and when she informs him he has loads he asks what they’re named. When he concludes his naming of playlists is nonsense, he just asks her to put all of the most played songs in a playlist and play that. He also decides a shower is both needed and a good way to create more noise to drown out the banging. The heat and pounding water helps to clear his head and bring the world into a bit more focus.

He determines two things while he’s under the spray.

One, he should really actually speak to the woman banging on his door. It’s probably the right thing to do even if he has no real idea about who she is or why she’s trying to break his entrance way. Second, he should apologize to Tony. He’s not sure what exactly he did to make the man so uncomfortable, but the responsible thing to do is to apologize, ask what he’d done so he can make sure not to do that again, and then give the man any space he may require. Avoiding Tony would only put off the inevitable and maybe even give the wrong impression.

With his to-do list effectively made, he gets out the shower.

He towels off, brushes his teeth, then tries to comb his hair. It...mostly works, even if the comb bends dangerously a couple of times. He digs around and finds some clothes that seem clean, a loose t-shirt and some work out shorts.

Leaving the bathroom, he heads for the living room and says, “Karen, is, um - May! Is Ms. May still outside the door?”

“No, she left.” Peter nods, mentally noting this so he doesn’t forget to apologize to her later, as well as Tony.

Really racking those up, huh, dumbass , he thinks as he starts to rummage around his kitchen for something to eat.

He finds eggs and cheese plus some seasoning he figures will go well together and eats dry cereal from a mug while he cooks. Once the eggs are done he dumps them in a mug, as well….

He’s not sure where all the plates and bowls are and he honestly can’t say he cares much, at this point.

Once done with breakfast he checks the time and finds that it's only seven in the morning and maybe he shouldn’t be expecting people to be awake at this hour. Even if Ms. May was banging on his door even earlier, it still seems somewhat rude.

So, instead, he decides he’ll clean. He rounds up all the dishes first, since he doesn’t seem to have anything clean except for mugs. By the time he’s done, he’s filled the dishwasher with a few things left to simply wash and dry by hand. After that he grabs all the clothes that smell even a little off and toss them in an empty laundry basket he finds shoved to the back of his closet. A little poking around finds the washer and dryer in a closet in the hall, loading half of the basket into the washer, throwing in some detergent, and putting the machine going. He’s debating what to clean next or maybe he’d like to explore the lab more and hang out with the little ‘bot there, when he hears the murmur of voices outside of his door.

“Mr. Barnes, Captain Rogers, and Ms. May are currently outside of your door. They request that you speak to them.” Karen says.

“Sure, let them in.” Peter says as he makes his way back to the living area. He hears steps but doesn’t process how fast or how close they are until there’s a blur of motion to his right and -

“ Peter! ” someone says, loudly, as they tackle him in a hug.

Or, rather, it feels like a tackle but he sticks himself to the floor and uses his strength to keep himself standing.

He opens his mouth so say something but is swiftly cut off as the person flings themselves back with their hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

There’s a moment for him to process that this is the Ms. May from earlier before she starts in, “You had me so worried ! You always text, you promised you would, and then you never replied when I texted you!” Her face crumples a bit then he’s being yanked back into her arms, too stund to do much more than hug her back, though not as roughly. “I know you’re all grown up and you’ve got super powers and whatever .” she practically whines into his neck, “But I still worry about you.”

Peter holds her a bit tighter, “I’m sorry I worried you so bad.” There’s a slight russell of clothes and movement and Peter looks up to see two very awkward super soldiers standing next to his coffee table. “Hello.” he says, somewhat reflexively, at a bit of a loss as to what else to say.

Cap waves, a little dazed while Bucky just grunts in acknowledgement.

“Crap! Right.” Ms. May says, letting Peter go and wiping at her face before she turns to the super soldiers and says, “I’m sorry for dragging you around. I really did think something was wrong.”

The two men look at each other then Bucky walks to the door with a mumbled, “Your problem.” before he’s through the door and gone. Cap looks back over at them, Ms. May specifically and smiles a little sheepishly.

“Well, uh, you see ma’am. There is something a little bit wrong.” Ms. May stiffens and both turn to look at Peter. Ms. May with pure worry while Cap looks encouraging.

“I, uh,” Peter starts, clears his throat, fidgets, then, “I l-lost all of my memories. And I don’t really know who you are. Well anyone really. Or who I am, exactly.” Ms. May just keeps staring at him, though the worry has morphed to shock.

“Are you, uh, are you like my mom or something?” Peter asks, very hesitant with a sinking feeling settling in his guts.

“Nope.” Ms. May mutters before she blinks, once, twice, then, “Nopity, nope, nope, no.” Ms. May mutters as she turns on her heel for the elevator. The elevator glides open seamlessly, as if waiting for her. “Nat, please.” she says a little faintly and Cap steps toward her, but the doors close before he can get a word out.

Peter stands there stunned before turning to find a concerned and confused Steve looking back.

“Too much?” Peter asks with a shrug and a shaky smile.

“Maybe.” Steve agrees.

***

After many awkward moments, Steve suggests some training and Peter, with no better ideas and with a desperate need to not be left to his own thoughts, agrees.

The training room is huge, spread out with high ceilings and plenty of padding on every surface. But that’s it, besides a few doors.

“This….isn’t what I was expecting.” Steve snorts, drawing Peter’s attention to find the man smiling and shaking his head.

“You said the exact same thing the first time Tony brought you here to train with us.” he explains and Peter tries for some sort of agreeable noise and amicable face but feels he probably falls short.

You’re always falling short , he thinks a little bitterly as they make their way to the bench he hadn’t noticed. Steve wraps his hand and feet then wraps Peter’s after he messes up a few times. Peter rolls his eyes as Steve reassures him that he’s always been awful at wraps. There’s stretching then a warm up of jogging and some punching at the air before they settle into figuring out just how much Peter remembers.

The first time Steve swings at him, it’s like his spine tries to twitch out of his body and he’s flipping away and landing in a crouch before he’s really thinking through the motions. The second he has a moment to think, he falls on his ass, so clearly thinking is what he needs to not be doing.

“Whoa.” he manages as he pats down his ribs, half checking on his spine half just trying to breath a bit.

Steve raises an eyebrow with a grin and asks, “Peter tingle?” like that’s supposed to mean something

“What?!” Peter squawks and Steve cackles.

“You call it your Spidey-sense.” Steve adds with a shrug as Peter gets back to his feet.

“That’s,” Peter breathes out a little as he flexes his fingers, “that’s better.”

It turns out that muscle memory and the Spider-sense ( christ it needs a better name) took care of a lot of his fighting ability. They switch between Steve beating him up and watching videos of past fights, both with the team and with villains.

Peter wants to use his web shooters but Steve says, “Maybe we should just figure out you fighting on the ground first.” Peter rolls his eyes and flops back dramatically and Steve tries for disapproving but doesn’t quite drown out all of his amusement.

They’ve been fighting for hours based off the ache in Peter’s lungs alone when Friday chimes in, “The door is about to open. Please refrain from throwing until the door is closed.”

Peter, who has collapsed on the ground for a break starts to weakly giggle as he imagines all the reasons why that message may have been programmed to play.

The weak giggles turn into a choked off squeak when he hears “Hey, Cap. Did you kill the spiderling?” Luckily Peter’s weird noises get covered up by Steve's snorting laugh.

“Nah, I think he’ll live.” Steve calls back as he gets up to presumably talk to Tony at a non-shouting distance. Peter stays, laying on his back in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what he’s supposed to do. He needed to apologize to Tony, he wasn’t giving up on that, but he didn’t want to do it in front of Steve. If Tony told Steve afterwards or even now, it was fine, he was entitled to speak to friends about his issues but Peter wanted him to have the option, not force the other man to have issues in his personal life spread around the team without his say so.

Peter is still laying there, agonizing over his life, when Tony’s face appears in front of him. He’s standing with a strained smile and a halo of golden-brown light ringing his gorgeous face. Stop that , he whines at himself inside of his head, you can’t think like that when he still hates you for last night .

“Hey, kid. Want to spare? Steve had somewhere to be.” Tony says as he holds a hand out for Peter to take. He grimaces slightly at the reappearance of this nickname for him. He can’t know for sure, but he’s thinking he must hate it just as much with his memories as without them.

But he takes Tony’s hand with a nod and replies, “Sure thing,” adding, because he just can’t help himself, “Mr. Stark.”

Tony doesn’t look happy with that name either.

He’s already warmed up so he just does some mild stretching while Tony gets warmed up and it’s not long before they’re facing each other, hands up to block and feet staggered for balance. A couple punches are thrown, a few grabs are made, one or two kicks, but it’s all testing the waters and trying to figure each other out again.

Then Tony starts to really try and take his head off.

Peter figures, on some level, that he deserves it, but he’s also not going to just lay down and take it. Besides, Tony is smirking and the spidey-sense isn’t lighting up in techni-color so he’s thinking they usually fight like this. Eventually they find a rhythm, an ebb and flow of movement and a balance between killing each other and going too soft to be useful.

“That all you got, underoos?” Tony goads Peter, lightly teasing but shocking all the same.

Tony falters, same as Peter, but he shakes it off with a smile and light jab, saying, “I got plenty more, old man.”

They get back into their rhythm, though this time trash talk and insults and laughter fly between them as well. It feels good, Peter thinks this must be what most of their training is like. Maybe even just hanging out with each other.

Will it ever feel this easy, outside of a fight, with how badly you messed up last night?

Peter is distracted by the thought for long enough that Tony gets the upper hand, sliding into Peter’s space to place his hands and hips in just such a way as to flip Peter over, slamming him into the ground with a grunt. Peter is stunned and doesn’t fight it as Tony seamlessly pins him to the ground, knocking the air from his chest for more reasons than one. He hits the ground hard, with a force he wasn’t sure the other man possessed with his age and non-enhanced humanity.

The other reason is that the halo is back and fluffier, too. This time, the smile is wide and carefree with a flushed face, panting while his eyes spark dangerously. Peter feels himself smile, though it’s sad, and Tony sees it almost immediately and looks like he’s either going to start talking fast or running faster because of it.

So Peter grabs him, sticking to him, breaking the unspoken agreement to fight like regular humans, and breaths out, “I’m sorry.” This seems to startle Tony so he Peter keeps going, talking fast to get everything out before the other man can leave. “I’m not sure exactly what I did wrong but I obviously made you uncomfortable last night. That was never my intention. I don’t know if it’s because of something I said or did but just tell me what it was and I won’t do it again.” Tony’s still pinning him even as Peter lets go of his stick but he just looks completely confused at what Peter had to say.

There’s no stopping the words from pouring out as he continues, “Was it that I brought you to the lab? Did you feel trapped? Or was it because we’re just friends and you don’t see me -?” This startles a huff out of the man and the tension in his shoulders ratchets down a little, though the pain on his face seems to counter that action.

“Don’t see you like - ?” another huff as he rolls himself back on to his haunches, still stradling Peter’s hips but no longer truly pinning him. A hand comes up to wipe down his own face as he mutters, “I should be apologizing to you, damn it.”

“What do you have to apologize for?” Peter retorts as he sits up, sounding sullen. “I’m the one that flirted with you and took you back to the lab and tried to kiss -”

“No!” Tony half shouts as he takes Peter’s shoulders and shoves him back to the mat, trying to get the younger man to listen to him. “I’m the adult here and I made you uncomfortable. None of this is your fault, do you understand?”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?”

Tony levels him with a dry look with a raised eyebrow and says, just as arid, “I’m about twice your age and we meant when you were in highschool.”

Peter snorts out a laugh, “Yeah, nice try, but you already told me we weren’t even friendly until I got to college.”

“I could be lying to you.”

“You’re not that stupid. I am getting my memories back eventually and you’ve been nothing but kind to me so far.” Tony still looks unsettled and determined to somehow make it all his fault and all Peter can do is roll his eyes and grin.

He tries to tap down on the happy fluttering in his chest but he can’t because this has confirmed some things for him. Tony wasn’t upset by last night, that’s not why he had run, he was only worried that Peter would be upset with him. And Peter was far from upset with this man. He also realizes that Tony has never said that he didn’t like Peter back or that Peter’s flirting was unwanted.

So he acts fast.

Peter flips Tony over using his hips and enhanced strength. Draping himself along Tony’s body as he scures both of the man’s hands above his head, mirroring their previous position. Then he drags himself slowly along Tony’s torso until they’re face to face, Peter’s face hovering over a shocked Tony with a smirk.

“Besides,” Peter says, voice dropping a little with the intimate situation, “maybe I like them older.” Tony gapes in utter surprise as Peter smiles, sweet and innocent, ticking an eyebrow up and humming, short and deep in his chest.

There’s a sputter, some blinking, then, “You can’t just - !”

Peter drops his face down a little as his smile turns to a sharp, heated grin and he whispers, “I just did.”

Then he’s off of Tony and standing and watching as the flustered man blushes and splutters and says, “ Kid that’s not -! You’re not allowed to just -!”

Peter chuckles a bit and cuts the older man off, saying, “Like I said I just did.” His face softens a little as he continues, “And you can tell me you don’t want me to keep flirting or calling you Tony or anything that makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, I'll stop.” Tony, looking called out for not telling Peter to stop, point blank, blushes more and huffs. “And really, I tried to kiss you first, so balls in your court, so to speak.” Peter says, the older man squawking as Peter feels the mischievous look slip onto his face with his words.

“But that doesn’t mean, I’m out of the game, Mr. Stark .”

He’s running and cackling, listening to Tony chase him as they sprint out the training room and through the halls.

Another thing for The List of Things I Know Now: , Peter thinks to himself as he turns a corner with a squeal, I’m maybe a little bit in love with Tony Stark.

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#amnesia #temporary amnesia #team as family #canon - typical violence #fluff #angst #happy ending #starker #tony x peter #peter x tony #ironspider

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i noticed on your about page you mention tamanaha and aizawa as a ship... please... elaborate

okay get ready because this is EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT, but also really excellent because i cant get over how much tamanaha and aizawa would not get along!!!!

aizawa is VERY MUCH a by-the-books person. he follows the rules because he believes in order, he believes that heroes need to uphold the highest standard of the law, he believes heroes need to be kept in check, etc. etc. even if you don’t agree with the law, it’s imperative to obey it, because heroes can’t be above the law!! otherwise what differentiates them from villains? if you want to change things, change it from within the system!

tamanaha, on the other hand, is the EPITOME of the quote “the law is unjust. break the law.” she can’t be bothered to give two shits about some dusty old legal document molding away in the back of the cabinet when there are more important things at hand. if the law matches up with her moral compass – great! if it doesnt – who cares! the law is imperfect and sometimes has to be broken. this difference in ideology would immediately pit her against aizawa and it’s great

but on the other hand, tamanaha and aizawa have a lot in common, i.e. a really strong belief in helping other people & doing the right thing. and they even have the same profession: teaching. both of them have high expectations for the students, and as such push their students very hard; but both of them are also very protective & attentive to the needs of their students. both of them are cat & tea & quiet morning people!! also, both of them are great fighters despite their lack of combat-suited quirks. even their general demeanor is rather similar. tamanaha and aizawa would drive each other crazy at first with how similar but different they are, i think. like two cats bristling at each other from either side of a glass door

continued under readmore bc THIS IS SO MUCH

so that’s all to say that any friendship they had would be really interesting, because i feel like their ideals would play off each other in interesting ways, and tamanaha has the same no-nonsense “i’m calling you out on your bullshit” attitude as aizawa so…an unstoppable force meets an immovable object… bakugou would be a huge point of contention between them – tamanaha had izuku as her student so she’s not inclined to forgive him, but aizawa has bakugou and wants bakugou to have the opportunity to learn and grow.

i could see them as the kind of friends who meet up after their jobs and eat at like. a food stall. and just sit there for two hours arguing about the pros and cons of different hero policies… about politics… about the ideals of society… it’s intense and they challenge each other a lot in those discussions i think. but also at some point they figure out that the other person is really good Quiet Company. cue rainy afternoons sitting at the same kotatsu, drinking tea, tamanaha is reading a book and aizawa is petting a cat.

or, after a stressful day at work, tamanaha invites aizawa to drink with her at a bar, aizawa watches as tamanaha downs like eight shots in a row, win every arm wrestling match she’s challenged to, and also win the bar fight that ensues because she keeps winning her arm wrestling matches. hot.

or, at some point there’s a villain attack that takes place in the vicinity of tamanaha’s dojo, and of course tamanaha is there fighting because like hell she’ll let anyone touch her dojo without a fight. anyways tamanaha loses out to the villain’s quirk, aizawa shows up and erases their quirk and defeats them, tamanaha trying to get up like let me at him i swear to god i’ll gut that son of a bitch and aizawa pushes her back down like you are wounded and probably have a concussion dumbass and sits on her until the paramedics arrive

or, tamanaha and aizawa trading stories about their students late into the night, maybe even some teaching tricks – they get familiar enough with each other that they can even… go to each other for advice… about whatever teaching troubles they have… and what else

or, please imagine tamanaha and aizawa sparring to keep themselves in shape, this is probably everything i want in life, OR ALTERNATIVELY imagine tamanaha inviting aizawa to one of the martial arts tournaments she’s competing in!!! THAT WOULD BE THE DREAM

or, aizawa and tamanaha ran into each other at the supermarket and they’re all what are you doing here, and tamanaha looks at aizawa’s bag and is like ah yes, groceries consisting of two cat magazines, eyedrops, and a bottle of wine, and aizawa just goes like you’re any better and raises an eyebrow at tamanaha’s bag (three packs of noodles and two chocolate bars, no vegetables in sight)

and possibly they end up… walking each other home. because why not!!! let them walk home together with their groceries. actually why not have them just do their grocery shopping together, because i can. they argue about prices and the quality of the food at different stores because they argue about everything, and then they argue about what the best way to prepare [insert dish here] is, and then they argue about which restaurant to eat at tonight. and then aizawa points out that they have to drop off their groceries so they might as well just cook dinner at one of their houses… :3c

I COULD GO ON FOR AGES, but i’ll end this here before i start getting into all the things i want to include in The One Fic. SORRY FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG POST, i just love these two so much and i want them to be domestic forever, Give Tamanaha and Aizawa A Friend 2k17

#these two will probably be the downfall of my strict no romo policy in the fic #im sorry i just love tamanaha so much i want her to drink 7 vodkas and go fight a bear behind a 7/11 at 3am #and if aizawa was there to slouch after her in an extremely long suffering manner that would just be the ideal #ask #oc: tamanaha #ship #byggualom stuff #hyperhs

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laughingpinecone · 5 years

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Yuletide letter!

I am laughingpineapple on AO3

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (doubly so if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, magical realism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, outsider POV, UST, exploration of secondary bits of canon, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, maps, mutual pining, cuddling, wintry moods, the feeling of flannel and other fabrics, ridiculous concepts played straight, sensory details, places being haunted, people being haunted, the mystery of the woods, small hopes in bleak worlds, electricity, places that don’t quite add up, mismatched memories, caves and deep places, distant city lights at night

Any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, IF, canon divergences, non-mundane AUs (space opera! high fantasy! new weird also), deep lore, unrequested characters popping up - please do go wild with the & combos!

Blanket crossover prompt with Untitled Goose Game: set that goose loose anywhere and ruin anyone’s day. Tariq and select Twin Peaks characters who are not Albert (Margaret, Laura...) may hope to tame and befriend the goose; anyone else better get wrecked. Capitalism may also get wrecked while Kentucky Route Zero characters popcorn.gif nearby

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, canon retellings, unrequested ships (I listed all the ships I like for each fandom. Outside of those, I’d prefer if other canon characters weren’t shipped, unless they’re like, canon engaged/married)

Dark Souls 1: Solaire of Astora

I’m only familiar with the first game! It’s probably relevant to mention that I think that linking the fire is kind of a dumbass move, Gwyn is a jerk, Kaathe has his own agenda and there’s no winning move in this world, or at least no obvious one. And amidst all this nonsense, Solaire just shines, pure of heart and dumb of ass like the best of ‘em. I love his kindness in this cruelest of worlds and I love the sad edge he’s got even earlier on when he admits to being seen as weird.

I would enjoy a bittersweet ending for him but I realize both of his endings are deeply entrenched in his themes so it’s hard to make him steer clear of either of those. If you can figure out how to make him not link the Flame or survive the ordeal, I’m all ears! I like a sense of purpose being the thing that can stave off hollowing, and I like characters helping other characters finding that sense of purpose within themselves. Focus on scenery always welcome, and if you want to make up a location, that’s great too!

I’d be super happy with a story set during Solaire’s time in Lordran that simply doesn’t mention his endings, anyway. Maybe he’s the one who helps someone else while his own tragedy keeps looming on the horizon. Striking up friendships in the face of a crapsack world! Meeting people through Lordran’s temporal/dimensional fuckery, where it’s possible to cross the path of warriors who have been gone for ages… could Solaire meet either or both Catarina knights (there’s so much great art about sun bro and onion bro but where’s the fic?), or do the grumpy grump&ray of sunshine routine with Logan, or meet Artorias or even Gwyn before he linked the Flame - or himself? What if he met Kaathe?

Ships: none really? Solaire/Chosen Undead but I don’t really like to read about customizable protagonists in fic so I’d rather not get fic featuring the CU. I’m all about the & character combos here.

Ghost Trick: Cabanela, Jowd

I love Cabanela being fierce and dazzling bright and determined and loyal to the very end, dancing to his own rhythm, so sure of himself and of his ideas that he doesn’t even need to prove to anyone that he’s right. Too sure of the wrong idea, once, and everything crashed and burned. And I love Jowd being the immovable object to Cabanela’s unstoppable force, a suicidal trainwreck of guilt with the gallows humor to show for it, and also incredibly smart (both jerks figured out Sissel’s powers better than Sissel did, that’s... something) and athletic and with an unsuspected talent for stealth.

I am very interested in various characters finding about the erased timeline, but not getting their memories back, and having to live with being told about what they did but never remembering it. Touch-starved Jowd in the new timeline is a surefire hit (or maybe Cabanela if he’s the one who came back and kept the memories of the old timeline). Touchy-feely Cabanela as kind of his baseline with the people he likes. All what-ifs welcome:what if they managed an acceptable happy ending but didn’t reset the timeline, what if Alma’s ghost stuck around… I’m also wondering about either of them ending up undead via Temsik shard - how would they take these developments (I’m assuming better than Yomiel did but the bar is admittedly low), did Cabanela do it on purpose for whatever sensible-if-you-are-Cabanela reason, what does it change in their relationship, what are the practical pros and cons of the situation here. UFO adventures with Pigeon Man! Lynne teaming up with either of them against the other! Sissel death-averting action if either/both of them die or just regular cat action! Spy stuff! Daring rescues! My forever prompt of Jowd being the one who gets a chance to prove his loyalty to Cabanela for once. Dancing.

Please no Yomiel. Nothing against the guy I’m just getting an overdose of him through RPing.

Ships: Alma/Cabanela/Jowd and all sides thereof, but when it splits the canon couple I only like it when the missing spouse is dead or otherwise unavailable, hopefully with a reset on the horizon. If you want to go for a Cabanela&Alma or Cabanela/Alma who are strongly motivated by a dead or jailed Jowd, I’m good with him not actively appearing in the fic. Alma/Jowd & Cabanela is excellent in all scenarios. I’m good with explicitly non-romantic takes on Jowd&Cabs but please keep their bond strong, and please no conflicting ship for Cabanela. Lynne/Memry!

Kentucky Route Zero: Any (Lula Chamberlain, Joseph Wheattree, Donald kentuckyroutezero, Weaver Màrquez)

(if enough of us request it, will some Murphy corollary guarantee that Act V will come out between now and reveals just to mess with the Yuletide schedule? If it does, I’ll be playing it immediately and probably add a few thoughts and prompts here for kicks, at the end of this section, after a spoiler warning. Obviously feel free to stick to canon up to Un Pueblo De Nada)

I’m all for exploration of any of the game’s themes and for including any staples from adjacent genres - wanna go full-on American Gothic? Dip into surrealism? Take a leaf from Twin Peaks with tulpa / split narratives to explore the characters’ issues? I can’t think of any specific AUs for the disaster trio + disaster soloist here, but I generally love AUs so if you want to sidestep the inconvenience of an incomplete canon that way, be my guest! Or of course there’s Xanadu at the height of its glory, an infinite what-ifs generator. Was Weaver ever part of it, what was this digital Weaver up to? A Xanadu narrative would be great! A good fit for IF, too? I’d love to hear about any new spot along the Zero or the Echo river, or an expansion of some place that’s only mentioned by Will in HATATE or only gets a few paragraphs of text. Lula getting ideas for a new installation, or an article talking about her work? Donald listening to Static between stations somehow (Donald being constantly high as a kite as per this)? Joseph who went back to the surface finds himself near an entrance to the Zero somewhere? A collection of Weaver-isms? Feel free to bring in anyone else from any part of canon.

Ships: “Flipping through the pages, Conway is able to gather that it's a story about three characters: Joseph, Donald, and Lula. It's something like a tragic love triangle, but much more complex. Some kind of tangled, painfully concave love polygon.” 😬 that one, as a full triad, regrettably since they don’t seem too inclined to get reunited and stay that way. If you can nudge them, good. But I’m very open to non-romantic resolutions as well, going past their messy feelings to find each other as friends after so many years maybe. For Weaver, I’m interested in all her & relationships (seriously. Weaver & Cate. Weaver & EmilyBen&Bob. Weaver & Slow Moe Crow.) but nothing shippy. Conway/Lysette, Junebug/Johnny(/Shannon?).

The Last Remnant: David Nassau, Pagus

I’m very interested in post-game exploration, and getting a clearer feeling of any of the cities and assorted places that populate this fascinating world. I like the whole party with their characterization based on battle quotes, red bubble dialogues, and even their unique stat (‘authority’ is a natural fit for David but ‘romance’ tells me something new about Sibal!) Character interaction. Bit of worldbuilding. What’s another festival they celebrate? Do they erect something else instead of the Valeria Heart? Any fun discoveries down in Siebenbur? Where the hell IS Veyriel, anyway, do they go look for it and if so what do they find out? End of an age. Old bonds.

I ache for David who fought so valiantly as a warrior and as a politician only to be slapped in the face with the unexpected loss Emma first and then Rush, right as they were ready to claim their victory and as he would have to start coming to terms with the idea that maybe without the Gae Bolg he wouldn’t die young. At least his Generals are still with him - out of them, all of whom I adore, I picked Pagus because Qsiti are cool. And Pagus in particular is the coolest (”I know that fine qsiti... That large, reticent mouth, the laugh lines around the eyes...“ he’s FINE it’s CANON!). So I’d like to see how David bounces off Pagus in particular, what their bond is like, what he thinks of whatever aspect of Qsiti culture.

Ships: postcanon David/Rush, possibly with an emphasis on Rush’s nature as a remnant? I am also fond of Pagus/Sibal/Maddox, there are more prompts for them in my #letters tag!

Pyre: Volfred Sandalwood, Tariq The Lone Minstrel

Oh the burning found family feelings, the revolutionary passion, the tension between topside social constraints (moreso for liberated exiles, thrust into heroic roles after the revolution) and the kind of freedom allowed by the Downside! I love all the themes, the solemnity, the heart of this game. I’ve been waiting for a character like Tariq all my life, a minstrel who’s otherworldly soft and just a lil bit eldritch. Volfred as well, he just hits my perfect ratio of “noble intentions” to “scheming to a fault”. Like, the percentages in his planner are pointless for gameplay since the ending just depends on the number of Nightwings sent topside at the end - so it’s just there for his characterization, he’s the sort of person who assigns percentages to people, nbd. ...for a good cause! That said, I would die for anyone in that Blackwagon+Dalbert+Celeste, so if you want to write in someone else as well, please do! (otoh if you maybe want to dunk on Brighton or Manley, I don’t like bashing but canon levels of love-to-hate-them would be fun)

Thoughts about finding oneself at the end of an age, as everything crumbles down to form something new. The titan stars. History nerd Volfred, “aye sir, I was there” Tariq. Conversations with Dalbert. Or with Sandra? Any postcanon very welcome with any combination of endings as long as the revolution was peaceful. Please do lean into the xeno headcanons if you enjoy them! Even for gen, I like to read what it’s like to be something other than human and these two are very much not human in different and intriguing ways. Or, Volfred’s zodiac sign is Cancer and Cancer is ruled by the Moon, so there’s that. I also love how they both hold the other in the highest esteem, especially on Tariq’s part since he’s the immortal Herald of the Scribes and Volfred is, all in all, a history teacher, but listen to him and you’d think the roles were inverted. I love my nonviolent canon but could anything happen to either of them that may require a rescue, and/or some good old-fashioned h/c? What’s something that could make Tariq of all people lose it? How’s life 100 years on?

For a funnier mood, picture Volfred trying to figure out how to flirt with Tariq with percentages, planners and all. He could just ask him but no, it’s convoluted plan or bust. Or, conversely, Tariq’s increasingly direct hints that he’s interested, but they’re still ‘increasingly direct’ for Tariq standards, so, not at all, undetectable even by Volfred who can get pretty damningly indirect himself.

Ships: Volfred/Tariq, Volfred/Oralech, some form of Oralech/Volfred/Tariq (more of a Volfred-centric V but I would like to be convinced of the Oralech/Tariq side of things), Celeste/Jodariel, Hedwyn/Fikani and Pamitha/Bertrude.

Twin Peaks: Albert Rosenfield

Case fic but they don’t find out jack shit, someone disappears, David Bowie was there, it’s complicated. Fragmented, shifted, mirrored identities. New Lodge spaces. The risks of staring into the void for too long. Gentle illusions. Transcendence. The moon. Static buzzing. Any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt, actually. Twin Peaks is all about the mystery to me, the awe of mystery and unknowability and the human drive to look beyond and the risks of getting a peek, and about shared consciousness and trauma taking physical form and about the warmth of human connections in an uncaring world. Go wild with the ethereal whooshing!

I love Albert and he breaks my heart, a pacifist who ends his arc shooting his oldest remaining friend after life sucked all the passion and most of the idealism out of him. Is shooting Diane just to see Cooper come back, get her back and disappear with her again trauma enough to make him split? I’d be interested in reading about it, or any other take on his unwavering loyalty to Gordon which should maybe waver after Gordon’s admission that he’s lied to him for 25 years and the aforementioned unmitigated disaster of an ending. But I’m also very interested in his life apart from the disaster that is Blue Rose and his heartbreaking search for Cooper: did he keep in touch with Harry throughout the years, what did they talk about? Was he ever dragged along for a hike in the woods and did something weird happen there? We know he kept in touch with Diane, what did THEY talk about? Does he go on a journey of his own to find her after the ending? Does Tammy come along, do they see each other as friends other than mentor and protégé? What was Phil like as a co-boss back in the day? Did he get a small victory over Windom at some point (maybe even in the present day, given Kenneth Welsh’s recent wonderful interview where he’s adamant that Windom lives)? Does Laura ever visit him in some ghostly manner? He and Denise look like a great duo for a case and/or office shenanigans. We know from TFD that he’s a big jazz enthusiast, something about that? When does he cave in and just accept some aspects of Coop’s investigative method? Just set him loose on another unsuspecting character and I’ll be happy.

If Coop comes back (and I’d love for Coop to come back), I would like it if he came back on his own thanks to having sorted out his crap. After s3, I am not interested in stories about any other character saving Cooper. Albert’s got his wounds to lick dangit. And he’s got friends who can be by his side! ...I do love his dynamic with Coop so much, though. Sigh. I do miss that bastard. Anyway.

Ships: Albert/Coop/Harry and sides thereof, Tammy/Cynthia, Gordon/Phil, Diane/Constance, Lucy/Andy, Chet/Sam.

Canon-specific DNWs: any singular Dreamer being the ‘source’ of canon, BOB (let alone Judy) being forever defeated in the finale, Judy being an active malevolent presence in the characters’ lives, clear explanations for canonical ambiguities, ‘Odessaverse’ being the reality layer, the Fireman’s House by the Sea being the White Lodge, anything that 4 hours video says is the explanation of Twin Peaks

#letter #yuletide 2019

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