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bokettochild · 5 months

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If Legend were to lose his memory, what would happen?

Oh boy!

(Warning, I got really into this! It's not a fic, but it might as well be LOL)

Full personality reset!

Legend is a hero who started young, and while there's not a lot in the games to go off of, the manga, official art, and some circumstances indicate that prior to LA he was actually a really sweet, caring, openly positive sort of guy with a big heart. Granted, he was still a smart-aleck if you read the manga, and got sassy and snarky at times, but he was generally someone I think most people would enjoy being around. But then LA happened, and then ALBW, and maybe a few more adventures (someone converted me to add Cadence of Hyrule to the roster but I don't know where). Suddenly, he's not only going through puberty, but he's dealing with world ending threats left, right, and forward. He can't catch a break, he's under a lot of stress, and the people he should be able to rely on either betray him or disappear.

Cue the salty vet we know. He's wary and guarded. He's still got a big heart and a great sense of humor, but now he's not ready to share those as much. He cares enough to protect the other heroes from injury or from Time's harsh words, but he's not ready to lower his guard enough to relax and be who he was. There's too much distrust, too much certainty that they'll be like all the other people he counted on and either disappear or betray him, or just not understand. Sure, they're heroes, but at most, any of them has only ever had two adventures. They don't get what it's like spending your whole life running around the world saving people and fighting monsters, to the point where you don't have time for family, for growing up properly, for establishing connections or support systems or any of the important things that the other heroes DO have time for.

Legend, as he is, is a wary and guarded individual who shields himself by using snark and jokes to divert attention away from his weaknesses and insecurities. Why? Because his past taught him to be like that.

What if you take away the memories of his past though? What if, suddenly, Legend has no recollection of the betrayals of Hyrule's Knights? Of the person he thought was a friend but tried to kill him once she knew what his bloodline was (Ghanti)? Suddenly, he only knows he's got scars and is in a lot of pain all of the time. He doesn't know why, but he has no reason to doubt that the people around him, who are like him (more Hylians! They've almost died out in his time, but here they are!) are telling the truth when they desperately insist that he's their companion.

Granted, he's still Legend, he's still got anxiety and that Bunny Spirit likely means he's wary by nature of things/people he doesn't know, but once he's given good reason, why shouldn't he accept these people? Why shouldn't he openly show emotion and care and warmth?

Meanwhile for the other heroes, it's whiplash. Legend got the worst side of a battle/dungeon/accident and they were all worried and waiting for him to wake up, but when he does? Blank. He has no clue who they are, where he is, who he is, or what's going on. Horror quickly overtakes them as they realize that holy shoot, did he lose his memories too?

I think in such a situation, Wild would be the one to basically take one look at another amnesiac hero and decide he's going to help out the best he can because, for once in Legend's life, someone knows exactly what he's going through. So what if Legend's suddenly more open and understanding? So what if he laughs off his lack of memories like a bad joke, assuring them that he's sure they'll come back? So what if suddenly Legend is teasing and playing around like someone his age would normally do? He's affectionate and warm and encourages the others, but his self esteem is utter and complete shit, which...their vet has his pride? This kid has some, but not in himself so much as that he has enough to not appreciate being made the butt of every joke or some such.

Memory loss doesn't tend to hamper a persons ability to accomplish tasks or know core information (history facts, how to write/read, stuff like that) so Legend still can wield a sword and fight beside them, but he's not fighting like normal because he's not adapting around their needs anymore, so it still throws them off. He doesn't cover their tails so much as dance around the enemy instead and kick ass. It's new, it's different, and this version of Legend no longer understands that it's important for him to hold back. (And once he realizes the armory he has at his fingertips, all his items, well!)

In general though, it's probably shocking for them. He's an expressive kid, he's got a big heart, he loves to laugh but sometimes he shuts down because the anxiety is winning and he no longer knows how to cope with that. It's Legend, yes, but it's Legend with all the shields and guards lowered, almost gone. He's instinctively scared of things that normal Legend is, but he doesn't know why, or that he's supposed to hide it. He can't tell them why the storms make him hyperventilate or why Wolfie's presence sets him ill at ease, only that it does and that hey, if I pass out, don't freak out okay?

He's openly affectionate, he's attentive and caring, he's warm and playful. He still snarks at those in authority and he still teases and jokes, but it's without that harsh bite from before. It's a strange thing for the heroes because as sweet as this kid is, they're being torn by two emotions.

It's sort of heartbreaking that behind all that hurt and wariness, there was this sweet kid. Seeing Legend like this makes them realize that he's essentially had his life stolen by adventuring and it's hurt him a lot, turned him into a different person. The contrast makes them realize just how much the adventures affected the vet and how little they really understand who he was before and how he was affected.

They miss him. Like, yeah, this version of him is great and all, but they've become used to having someone in their group who will bite and snap and hiss, and without that, it throws off their whole balance! Legend used to say what everyone else was thinking but had the good manners to not say, he was the conduit of their darker thoughts and feelings, and if he expressed things, then no one else needed to. Now he's not doing that so they ARE and the realization that maybe they're all a bit more jaded then they let on, maybe the soft is a little harsher, makes them all uncomfortable.

They want their guarded, harsh, veteran hero back, but the cost is losing the sweet teenager whose taken his place.

And I know you asked about Legend but hey, this would 100% set off some stuff for Wild too, because now he knows. He gets to witness firsthand how other people are affected when a loved one loses their memories and becomes a different person. I think for him it would shed some light on a lot of things, that maybe being without some memories is a blessing; it might mean he's a happier and kinder person than he used to be. But at the same time, the fact that the other heroes, and even himself when he's not thinking about it, still expect the body and face they recognize to act in certain ways, so when Legend doesn't, they get thrown off and confused, I think that would bother him. He tries really hard, but when he realizes that the others want back the traumatized and utterly broken version of his friend, it hurts part of him too because not only does this mean they want an unhappy Legend more (in his mind), it also means that people don't want the version of him that he is now either, because they probably want the old him back too.

I think Wild would be highly defensive over the vet, would be shattered at the others wanting Legend to turn back to normal because what's wrong with how he is now? Why does he have to be someone different? It's a loaded question because he means it as much about himself as Legend.

If Legend went without getting most of his memories back, or even just started getting a few but, like Wild, disassociating them from himself, or even if he got them back slowly and thus just processed them as they came, learning things but not changing back into who he was, I feel like it could mess with things. Wild is supportive and helpful. He sits with him and talks him through stuff, they discuss memories and coping mechanisms and Wild, a person who knows who Legend was before, is there to assure and give answers where he can. In such a case, I think Legend would slowly regain things, but like Wild, wouldn't become who he used to be just because he's got the memories back. He's more sedate than when he didn't have them, but he's not as harsh as when he had them all. He's quieter, deals with a lot of insecurities about it, but Wild is there to assure and help him grow and overcome and move past and he just...becomes a different person entirely. Because yes, same traumas and memories, but now it's like they're happening again for the first time, only he has support now, he has help now, he has a coping mechanism and ways to process it in healthy ways now and he just...grows around those scars.

Alternatively, if he did somehow recover all his memories, just like that, and went back to being his old self, I think we'd just have a Legend with a new story under his belt. Wild though? Wild would be utterly devastated. Everyone is so happy to have the old Legend back, they're glad he's not the version of himself without memories. They like him better like this, like how he's supposed to be. It's heart shattering for Wild becomes the implications that the people who know him feel the same way about him is heart-breaking.

As a note, I don't think the other heroes would be asses about the situation. They're just really glad their old friend is back because as nice as the other version of him is, it's not the version they know and share memories and experiences with. They would have accepted it if he'd never remembered, but the relief that comes with having him back to himself, having him predictable and familiar and balancing out their group and dynamics again, it's overwhelming because they missed him.

If he never recovered into who he was though, I feel like they'd still accept and embrace him. They mourn who he used to be, but this new version of Legend would understand. He'd feel bad that he's not who they remember, but he appreciates that they lost a friend and that they need the time. He's somewhat insecure, much like Wild, over not being who he was, but the Chain are all Links; they adapt, and eventually they grow around the loss and accept the new Legend like he's just joined them. I think he'd probably decide to use a different title, maybe call himself the Hero of Worlds since Legend was a different guy altogether, and it helps everyone move on better. The Hero of Legend is gone, and the Hero of Worlds just joined. It makes coping easier, growing around it easier, and it's better for World because they can talk about "Legend" all they like and it's like talking about a different guy entirely.

In the case of his memories coming slowly and him never coming back, I think they'd all learn to move on, adapt, and accept World in Legend's place.

In the case of Legend coming back fully though, I think the others would regard it as a crazy story to tell, while Wild would be utterly and completely shattered by it. He'd still accept Legend back of course, it's not Legend's fault, but he would struggle so, so much with the whole thing.

So yeah! That's what I think would happen!

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu wild #i swear this is basically a fic #but not #it was fun though!#i thought about savig it for a fic #but i decided it would be better to ust answer ad IF i decide to write a fic than it's great #but if not you still get your answer :)

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embras-grace · 6 months

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Ori enjoying a peaceful autumn evening with their four palicats and some light reading about Palia laws.

#palia #palia fanart #palia game #palia mmo #palia oc #my art #there are 100 errors in here but I am sick of working on it lol #it was fun though!#I don’t usually do backgrounds or stuff so this was good practice #I just wanted to draw Ori with all their cats #also bay window add-ons when?#I would love for there to be a way to have the cats around the home #that’s be a lot of work but maybe one day

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imminent-danger-came · 7 months

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You Wanted To Make Him Proud

Summary: Red Son and MK have a conversation (turned kinda argument) about expectations and legacy. You gotta give Red Son credit for trying

Word Count: 2,460

Red Son grumbled his way out of the water, absolutely and utterly drenched.

No Dragon Girl, he had said. I don’t want to have a splash fight, I want to have a peaceful wade in the water without your meddling . You’ve already soaked me once -

Of course, the moment he had said that a devilish grin appeared on her face, and it was over. Suddenly, there was an ancient family sword summoned and a green transparent dragon’s tail sending a wave in his direction. As if that was even fair—Red Son used fire magic, he was out of his element, literally.

Mei would be happy to learn she remained the most annoying person Red Son knew, and he was at a beach full of annoying people.

He huffed, glaring at the Dragon Horse Girl all the way to his family, spot in the sand. He reached into his bag, shuffling the contents around until he found what he was looking for—a purple towel with the Demon Bull Family crest displayed on its center.

At least the Noodle Boy hadn’t ganged up on him with Mei. If that had happened, Red Son doubted he would have even made it out of the water—which was both lucky and strange. Where had the Noodle Boy gone? Off to tend to his sunburn, perhaps?

the rest is on AO3 babyyyyy

#and here it is!!!!!#I have never written a fic before so this was a new experience #it was fun though!#writing is so hard #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fic #my fic #lmk MK #lmk Red Son #raayllum look away I'm stealing how you format your fic posts on tumblr

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slashmagpie · 1 year

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I intend to contend, do you intend to contend? Challenge accepted: I'll meet you in the Coliseum of Infernal Sky MCYTblr sexyman polls

Something something it all comes full circle

#magpie scribbles #hermitcraft #fanart #i kinda went insane on the background and got very lazy with the foreground. in my defence i like drawing skies.#also the discord said i should put joe and cleo in their old skins for the flashback fight #they're cursed and borderline unrecognisable. as god intended.#this is so stupid #it was fun though!

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thousandth-island · 1 year

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Yesterday was the first time I have ever played big run. Or used a charger. Or been in a salmon run.

And I am forever grateful to @teachkidsswears and @tapidrinks for helping with that 🙏💕

#hazard level 134% or smth like that #drinks smacking me from the grave after drowning right in front of them: come. we will take ibuprofen together #it was fun though!#i loved it #big run #never drawn salmonids before ok 💔#splatoon #my doods

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eirenical · 5 months

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twenty questions for fic writers

Was tagged by @elenothar, @kholran, AND @fixaidea to do this meme, so I guess I should do this meme? XD

Where possible when linking fic, I've linked to my tumblr post and not the fic itself, so if you'd like to read the tags/further notes before jumping into the fic, you can. Also because all my fic are locked to users-only on AO3 these days because of AI nonsense. :P

Tagging: @laireshi, @enechelon, @difeisheng, @lizardrosen, @slangerogkatter, @kalypartemis, @dreamer-wisher-liar, @humanlighthouse, @shaish and as always, anyone who sees this and wants to do it. No obligations to participate, just an invitation to join in the fun. ^_^

How many works do you have on AO3?

171 works. And I have some from ff.net that I still haven't migrated over yet.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,415,465

...holy fuck, you guys. O_O

3. What fandoms do you write for?

*sobs in 'i've barely written anything this year'*

Actively (and I use the word loosely) I write for Mysterious Lotus Casebook, DMBJ, Granting You a Dreamlike Life, Guardian, and I'm dabbling around in South Wind Knows at the moment.

The rest of my responses behind a cut. ^_^

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Center Cannot Hold… But It Can Change (Rise of the Guardians (2012)) (3,649 words)

beyond the end of the story (镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018)) (5,988 words) -- this story has a lovely podfic by @flamingwell, too, that I would heartily recommend.

Legacies Lost (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)) (41,962 words)

When Is a Curse Not a Curse? When It Becomes a Gift. (盗墓笔记重启 | The Lost Tomb Reboot (TV)) (16,289 words) -- this story also has an incredible podfic, this time by @thelaithlyworm.

All of the Above and Much More Besides (Les Misérables - All Media Types) (12,007 words)

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

I used to respond to every single comment. Then I had a bad exchange where I just did NOT get to respond to comments because my life kind of... exploded. And then I felt so guilty for not responding to those amazing comments, that it built a giant wall of awful for me in front of "responding to comments." So now I really, really do my best, but sometimes I just can't. And it bothers me kind of a lot. *sigh*

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that honor goes to I Have Come To Sleep With You (warning: MCD) -- a fic that should have been a Barricade Day fic but somehow wasn't... which probably explains why it's the fic with the angstiest ending XD

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Four blocks from the barricade, Feuilly finally stopped his headlong flight, arrested by a shortness of breath from a wound left behind by a bullet that had had his own name written upon it… and by a query so softly voiced that he almost believed he had imagined it until he heard it again.

"You are bleeding." A short pause. "I believe you are wounded, my friend." Another pause. A wet laugh. "You and I are a matched set, I fear. Come. Sit with me, awhile. Rest. You are always racing about. A force not to be--" A harsh cough. "--stopped. It is why Enjolras admires you so."

I think most of my fic have happy endings? It's rare that I truly leave one sad. And I'm not sure how to judge which one is the happiest.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thank goodness, no. Not usually. Though I have gotten a few insensitive comments or comments that made me uncomfortable before.

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

^________^

Boy, do I. ;D

Of my 171 fic posted on AO3, 44 of them are rated M or E. And I'm not sure how to discuss what kind, but it's mostly M/M and a not insignificant number of them are tagged noncon and dead dove, so, that probably means something. ^_~

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written both crossovers and fusions. But if we're going with the classic definition of crossover (as in a story where characters from both canons interact), then probably my "craziest" one would be this one:

Five Times That Berger Saw Him, which is a Hair - MacDermot/Rado/Ragni x Eloise at the Plaza (Movies) crossover that grew out of the fact that Gavin Creel played both Claude in the 2009 Broadway Revival of Hair and Bill in the Eloise movies.

Major Character Death, Homelessness, Mistaken Identity, Romance, Grief

The first time Berger saw him it was Spring, and he was certain that he was having a flashback.

Only because tonally the canons are VERY different.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To the best of my knowledge, no?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few of my Hair fic were translated, and I think one or two others, but I'm blanking on which.

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

Twice, both of which are unfinished and one of which was not published. One was from way back in my Sailor Moon days in college and was written with one of my college roommates. It's still up on my website, if you go look. ;D The other is a Guardian fic that I was co-writing with @elenothar, but we've both kind of wandered out of Guardian fandom for now. I have hopes that someday we'll come back to it because I really like the idea, still, but only time will tell. ^_^

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I honestly don't think I could pick a favorite. O_o;;; Especially as almost every single ship I've loved has been one I've eventually grown tired of. My current favorite is definitely Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua, but I don't think I have an all-time favorite.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

...................TNTC. But I never say never on a WiP, so who knows? ^_^

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I'm good at getting character voices down in narratives? Like, that when I write a character it sounds like them? I hope that's true. ^_^

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action/fight scenes. OTZ I've been working at them, but they're still hard for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It was ALL THE RAGE in anime fandom when I came up through it like... 25 years ago. Fanon Japanese was EVERYWHERE. And then it became very cringe to do that. Now... I don't know. There are some words/concepts that REALLY don't translate without a full author's note. And there are modes of address that don't translate and thus I prefer to see in their original language. But full dialogue in another language without a translation available can be an accessibility issue? So if you're going to do it, I think a translation should be provided somewhere, like in hover notes or a glossary or a parenthetical or something? IDK. I still don't really have a clear opinion on it, tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fandom I wrote for that I KNEW I was writing for was Sailor Moon. But I was making up stories for characters in shows I loved (and often acting them out, either alone or with friends) since I was VERY young. If that counts, then it was probably Smurfs? XD

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I was going to say I don't know, but I just realized I DO know.

It's Composite Events, hands down. ^_^

It's almost 60,000 words worth of DMBJ x Dollhouse fusion fic and to this day is one of the only fic that I had mostly outlined before I wrote it, even though I VASTLY underestimated how many words it would take to write. XD Please heed the tags on that one if you're going to go down that road, though. It's fairly dark and consent issues are a running thread throughout.

Once upon a time, Wu Xie fell in love with a man who wasn’t real. The man who wasn’t real loved Wu Xie in return, and in so doing, became just as real as he was. But being real comes with dangers of its own, and those dangers could destroy everything they both hold dear.

Special mentions go to:

Muet, Les Miserables, modern AU -- this is definitely another 'heed the tags' situation... for pretty much the same reasons. XD

In a world where the government controls even thoughts, free speech is a luxury few can afford. Les Amis de l'ABC believe it should not be a luxury so much as a right, and those in power will do whatever they must – will destroy whoever they must – to silence them for good. When Enjolras is the one to fall prey to their machinations, Les Amis are left reeling and without a leader. R couldn’t care less about that. He just wants his partner back.

Legacies Lost, The Untamed, canon divergence AU

Sixteen years ago, the Yiling Patriarch died, a victim to his own hubris and the Yin Tiger Seal. Hundreds of cultivators from many different sects died with him that day, their souls forever doomed to find no rest, even in death. On this, the 16th anniversary of the battle of Qiongqi Pass, Jin Ling is determined to make pilgrimage, to try to put the spirit of his long-lost father to rest. He finds much more than he bargained for, and what he finds… will change everything.

Lightning in a Bottle, Mysterious Lotus Casebook, pre-canon

You’re 15 years old and you hear his name for the first time. He defeated the demon of the Blood Realm, they say. A prodigy. The fastest sword in the jianghu. The promise of your generation fulfilled. A hero.You have no use for heroes.

When Is a Curse Not a Curse? When It Becomes a Gift.; The Lost Tomb Reboot, post-canon

...and I'm sure I'll think of a million others that I should have mentioned, too, as soon as I post this. OTZ

It started, for once, with Wu Xie being just a hair faster to react than anyone else.Wu Xie had seen Xiaoge across the room, eyes wide, breath catching, pulling his fingers from the delicate door mechanism they’d been exploring, gathering himself to run, to intercede, to take on the consequences of Wu Xie’s actions, like he always did… Maybe it was the lingering effects of the golden water. Maybe it was pure dumb luck. Whatever it was, Wu Xie beat Xiaoge to it, blocking everyone else from the puff of some ancient dust trap which then hit him full in the face.Dimly, somewhere beyond his struggling lungs, Wu Xie could hear people calling his name, voices raised in desperation and fear.

Wu Xie has often wondered what goes on in the mind of their Menyouping. Thanks to an accident in a tomb, he’s about to find out… and get a lot more than he bargained for.

#eirenical writes things #fic writer 20 questions meme #writing #wow that took a while #XD #it was fun though!

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blvd-sys · 4 months

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I’m glad you guys like the thing :]

#Ohhhh I was so scared dude #It was fun though!#lost the draft once and had to redo every image ID but it’s alright :D

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cascowriteswords · 2 years

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Number 2 early morning kiss- but plot twist, they’re friends and have never kissed before!

Lexa's phone alarm going off feels like nails being hammered into Clarke's skull. Startling awake, she winces and grabs the nearest pillow to clamp it down over her face and cover her ears, groaning. She feels Lexa's weight shift as she leans to turn it off and then sits up in bed.

"Good morning Clarke," she says, voice thick and scratchy with sleep. There’s more movement from her side of the bed and Clarke can picture her stretching, the loose tee she slept in hanging off one of her shoulders as her hands raise towards the ceiling.

She can picture it but she can’t see it because she’s not taking the pillow off of her head even if she can barely breathe. She knows neither of them remembered to shut the blinds last night and just the thought of the early morning sun in her eyes makes her headache flare with anticipatory pain. She grumbles a good morning with a mouth full of cotton that is for all intents and purposes unintelligible, but Lexa somehow understands.

“Up and at 'em, champ,” she says. The bed dips one final time and then her weight is gone from it entirely. Clarke feels the cold seep into her spot right away and groans again. “I told you not to have that last drink. You knew we needed to get up early this morning.”

Clarke doesn’t remember much from last night if she’s being honest. She remembers meeting Lexa at her apartment so they could carpool over to the bar where their coworker was having a little shindig for her 40th birthday. She remembers conning Finn into buying them drinks by batting her eyelashes leaning just a little bit into his personal space while they chatted because it isn’t her fault if the guy won’t take no for an answer and if she could use that to her advantage she was absolutely going to. She remembers watching some girl from accounting flirting unsuccessfully with Lexa and getting annoyed when she crashed their game of pool. And then she remembers getting back to Lexa’s place later that night in foggy bits and pieces - Lexa failing to convince her to brush her teeth, rummaging through her drawers to find something to sleep in, the lights turning out just as her head hit the pillow.

She doesn’t remember Lexa telling her not to have another drink, but it does sound like something she would say. She’s always been the responsible friend between the two of them. "I can't,” she mumbles into the pillow. “Just leave me.” Then, in an attempt to shift the blame, “Who has a birthday party on a Tuesday anyways?”

“Yes, blame the birthday girl for your hangover,” Lexa says. Her eye roll is practically audible, but Clarke doesn’t care. Seriously, don’t most people celebrate the weekend before or after?

She can hear Lexa moving around the room but is caught off guard when the pillow is suddenly yanked out of her hands and away from her face. She squints at Lexa as she leans over her and tosses the pillow to the side, whines in protest when she prevents her from covering her eyes with her hands by pinning them down on either side of her head. “You’re being ridiculous,” Lexa tells her, shaking her head. She smiles crookedly and affectionately at Clarke’s sullen expression, eyes stubbornly closing again as Lexa appraises her. “The sales department is expecting us to present to them in less than an hour. We need to get a move on.”

“That means I have at least 20 minutes before I need to get out of bed,” Clarke tells her indignantly.

“You would if you didn’t reek of alcohol like it’s coming out of your pores,” Lexa says. “You need to shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Rude,” Clarke mutters under her breath, still stubbornly refusing to open her eyes. “I feel like I’m literally dying and you decide to comment on my body odor.”

“That’s what friends are for,” Lexa laughs. She leans forward and presses a kiss to Clarke’s forehead. It’s a new development, that kind of open, physical affection from Lexa, but Clarke’s pretty sure that enough of those could get rid of her headache entirely. “Come on. I’m going to go get some coffee started, and I want to hear the water running within 5 minutes at the latest.”

Two things then happen simultaneously that take both of them by surprise; Clarke actually complies and starts to sit up, while Lexa is just about to kiss her cheek in parting before she gets up from the bed to start the coffee as promised. If Clarke would just open her damn eyes the collision could have been avoided, but she won’t, so Lexa’s lips end up landing on hers instead of on her cheek as she’d intended.

That gets Clarke to open her eyes immediately. It’s brief contact that can barely be called a kiss, Lexa’s lips only just brushing hers before she realizes what’s happening and jerks away. Clarke freezes, dazed, headache miraculously forgotten while all she can feel is her lips tingling and her heart puttering off beat in her chest.

She watches as a blush blooms across Lexa’s cheeks and her eyes go wide. “Clarke - shit, I’m sorry,” she says. “I didn’t mean to - I was just -” she stammers. Her eyes jump wildly around Clarke’s face as she tries to read her, which is likely difficult because Clarke is just staring at her dumbly, still entranced by the buzzing of her lips from such fleeting contact, transfixed by the way Lexa’s eyes have gone dark despite the way she instantly tries to take the kiss back. “I didn’t mean to,” she settles on after a few seconds. “I’m sorry.”

Clarke swallows, tongue darting out to wet her lips. It feels like a physical effort to form any sort of thought in this state, and being kissed by Lexa has only scrambled her brain further. But the last thing she wants is Lexa looking like that, stricken and mortified. Not when she’s been daydreaming about kissing her for essentially as long as they’ve known each other. She’s anything but upset about it.

“Lexa,” she says, snagging her friend’s hand just before she’s about to get up from the bed and possibly run from the room by the looks of it. There’s probably a more elegant way to do this - there definitely is - but she only has one thought on her mind right now. She’d take the initiative herself but she wants to leave Lexa an out if she wants it, as much as she hopes she doesn't. “Kiss me again. I wasn’t ready.”

Lexa hadn’t been ready the first time either, that much quickly becomes clear. She hesitates for only the few seconds it takes her to process what Clarke just said, then surges forward with the kind of self-assured confidence Clarke has always imagined she would have. Their mouths fit together like they were always meant to do so as she reaches up to cradle Lexa’s face in her hands and one of Lexa’s hands settles against her ribcage. She is soft and warm and so much more than Clarke could have ever possibly dreamed she would be. A warmth like spring flowers unfurling their petals in the morning sun blooms in her chest and stomach while a shiver travels pleasantly down her spine.

It’s only when she feels Lexa’s mouth open against hers, hot breath fanning deliciously against her lips, that she remembers drunkenly fighting against brushing her teeth the night before. And god does she want to feel Lexa’s tongue in her mouth but she can only imagine how horrible her morning breath must be right now.

With her hands still on Lexa’s face she pulls away, thumbs brushing over high cheekbones idly as she revels over how wrecked Lexa looks, lips wet and glistening and hanging partly open as she catches her breath. She looks exceptionally kissable. “Fuck, I really want to keep doing that,” she says. “But I also really need to brush my teeth first.”

“You do,” Lexa agrees cheekily. Clarke pinches her side in retaliation, forcing a giggling Lexa up and off of the bed to escape her wrath. She stands just out of arm’s reach, smirking at Clarke’s miffed expression. “But for the record, I really want to keep doing that, too. Why haven’t we done that before?”

“Because you friendzoned me!” Clarke exclaims incredulously. “I asked you out on like my fifth day in the office and you invited everyone else to come with us.”

“I - what?” Lexa asks. “I didn’t know you were asking me out. I thought it was just because I was the only other person in the department.”

Clarke shakes her head, incredulous. “I love you and you’re brilliant, but sometimes you are really dumb.”

Lexa accepts that. She glances at her watch and then at Clarke, looking torn. “Please go shower and brush your teeth. I’m going to actually go make coffee now. And then when you come out, fully dressed and ready to go to work, I’m going to ask you out on a date tonight. A real one, not a friend-date. Because I’d like to continue the whole kissing thing, if you would.”

Clarke definitely would. She showers, brushes her teeth, and gets dressed quickly enough to leave them some time to resume the kissing thing before they have to drive in.

#thanks for asking buddy!#this was actually hard! it was like a brainteaser lol #how do I get them to kiss early in the morning if they're only friends and have never kissed before 🤔#it was fun though!

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smallestflowtree · 2 months

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I’ll be honest with you, Najuma, that sounds like a Them problem

#and that’s it for the Maji Market #now I have to go to work and when I get back the update will be running #it was fun though!

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prtfrmhrtbrn · 11 months

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june 8: ‘taking chances’. 495 words; prompt via @jegulus-microfic !!

(possible cws: drowning & descriptions of pain. whoops!)

The potion slips down his throat easily, like he was born to drink it. James’ hand is in his, holding it tightly, like it was crafted to hold it. Like they were etched particularly, to fit together like they do; not conceived but instead poured into candle-moulds that match only with each other. One-of-a-kind.

The potion slips down his throat easily, but the oyster shell is heavy in his hand, and only getting heavier. It’s hard to lift, even with James’ help; he sobs and begs and pleads, says, “James, anything but more, please, I’m going to die, it’s going to kill me,” but he knows that the agony is as much the potion talking as it is himself, and James lifts the shell back to his lips once more and despite everything in his body crying for the opposite, he drinks.

And drinks. And drinks.

The risk of drinking it sends cold shivers through his body, but they’re so indistinguishable from the nervous tremors- from the knowledge that this is probably what they call ‘the right thing’- that there’s no real difference.

The potion seems bottomless, so much so that when he comes to the end of it, his mouth is open for more; ready, waiting. James looks at him, and smiles, and reaches into the basin to grab at the locket, and he says, “you did it, Reg.”

(Shouldn’t it be- “we did it”?)

He sounds so pure; sweet; happy. Things so unreasonable for a nineteen-year-old who’s in a cave in the middle of nowhere to help his boyfriend kill an immortal to end a war. A nineteen-year-old who’s dealing with undue responsibilities because of a would-be Lord, a false god, a man who panned for gold and found pyrite and convinced everyone that it was authentic. And he’s ruining their lives.

It’s not so bad, not anymore. The potion stung and hurt and burned and made him feel lke he was being cauterised from the inside out, but it’s not so bad. It had left him achingly thirsty, but the lake surrounding the island is full of cool water that eases the pain, and when arms start to grab; scratch; claw, he doesn’t really notice, not until James starts screaming from on the shore.

“Reg!” He calls, anxiety and panic threaded through his tone; an expert weaver, the way that they’re so intrinsic to the way that Regulus’ name falls from his mouth. “Reg, swim away! Please, I-”

And then he’s in the water too, trying to drag him out; fruitless, because the grab-scratch-claw had left him weak and he’s all dead weight. Not even James is strong enough to pull him away from that, though he tries; he always tries. Has never stopped trying. It’s one of Regulus’ favourite things about him.

(Or, well. It used to be.)

(He’s the one who dies first, of the two of them, but it’s a ‘used to be’ no matter how the order looks.)

#woohoo!#jegulus #starchaser #microfic #prompt #my first ever microfic and by god it was hard to keep the wordcount low #it was fun though!#angst #whoops #i got myself so good with this one #the prompt was real sweet i thought i was gonna write some cute starchaser fluff #then boom. angst #im not /that/ sorry but maybe a little

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den-gamle-kartograf · 4 months

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9 people you'd like to know better

Tagged by @lady-harrowhark (thank you!)

Three ships: 1. Griddlehark. The most girls ever. Proof that in fiction, sufficiently advanced hate is indistinguishable from love. Someone who's used people before and never wants to use someone again x someone who's been used so long she can only envision herself being loved as a tool. Your honor they have mutilated me grievously. I rest my case. 2. All the other actual and potential Locked Tomb ships, as one collective mass. The sheer variety of ways in which simultaneously competent and fucked up girlfailures can bounce off each other in interesting ways is unparalleled. 3. Assorted blorbos from my webcomics. Which blorbos I'm talking about will change depending on when you ask, but right now it is Joe and Joyce from Dumbing of Age. The way Joyce is breaking out of her religious indoctrination and sexual repression hits pretty close to home for me, and I am rooting for her to finally have a good fucking experience. Joe makes an excellent foil.

First ever ship: Based on the first action figure I can remember wanting as a kid, probably a Sienar Fleet Systems TIE/LN fighter. (Serious answer: Star Wars was one of my first media obsessions and was definitely my first proper fandom, but I can't think of an element I cared about less than shipping. And then I wasn't involved in fandoms at all during my early adulthood, so I honestly think the first ship I've ever really engaged with beyond reading/watching/playing the source material is Griddlehark.)

Last song: (Splash) Turn Twist by Jimmy Eat World. It's a bonus track from Bleed American (same album that gave us The Middle) which I somehow never paid any attention to until it got itself stuck in my head a week or two ago and has not left since.

Last film: I couldn't say for certain. The last film I saw in a theater was The Last Jedi. My partner showed me Mean Girls sometime in 2022... I think that might be it?

Currently watching: Whatever my partner is watching while I'm in the room (Markiplier at the moment), and nothing else. That's a boring answer, so here's a bonus answer to a different question. The most recent game I played is Victoria 3, a massive 19th century economy and politics simulator. It is a horrible waste of my time and I swore off it months ago in favor of wasting horrible amounts of time on other games, but they released a major patch last month so I spent a weekend industrializing Korea but utterly failing to turn it into a worker's paradise.

Currently reading: Time To Orbit: Unknown, a serial novel by @/derinthescarletpescaterian about a completely normal spaceship where nothing ever goes wrong and all of the characters are having a very good time. (There are 124 chapters so far and at least five distinct genders.) (When I say "the worldbuilding is immaculate" please understand that this is like going down a wikipedia rabbit hole except also there is a story.) (Who needs sleep when you could instead have Story?) (In this world I probably would have wanted to become a Public Universal Friend before I got on the right medications and deleted twitter.) (Please read this story I need someone to share my brain worms.) (It is completely normal and you can stop reading any time you want you are just choosing to consume another chapter right now of your own free will.) (You will certainly not regret reading Time To Orbit: Unknown.)

Currently consuming: Chips and guacamole.

Currently craving: Yuri.

Tagging: DO NOT CONSIDER THIS PRESSURE I KNOW THAT'S IMPLICIT BUT I AM ALLERGIC TO CREATING A SENSE OF OBLIGATION that said, @reikiajakoiranruohoja @frumiousbandersnack @chuispasjordan @hano-orion @postluminescence @princesandpirates @superfluidcreep @dnlrntr @sarafacet

#haven't done one of these in ages #it was fun though!

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