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denaliwrites · 5 months

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Dreams See Us Through

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Part 1: Don't Blink Part 2: Don't Turn Your Back Part 3: Don't Look Away

Catch and Release Prompt: "Solo"

Summary: Without the Doctor by your side, it's up to you to save yourself.

Soundtrack: If We Hold On Together by Diana Ross

Requests: Open!

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp, @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce -- If I could tag literally everyone who asked for a part 4, I would.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Peril.

"Doctor," the tinny voice of Jack Harkness piped up from the TARDIS intercom, sounding winded, "I found something I think you're gonna want to see."

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When you opened your eyes, the Doctor was gone. In his place, a seemingly infinite field of flowers sprawled before you, with the sun shining brightly overhead. At first, you thought maybe you'd died and gone to Heaven, but as you looked around you saw that, to your right, nestled among some rolling hills, sat a pretty average-looking castle. You would've thought that, were this Heaven, the castle would've been grand and made of gold or something.

And, as you made your way through the meadow, you realized you recognized the flowers you brushed past.

So the angel hadn't killed you. And not only had it instead displaced you in time, it had also displaced you in space.

You were back on Earth.

Your next step was to find out when and where you were. Based on the castle overhead, your guess for location was a very broad "somewhere in Europe." That didn't help you much -- you needed more exact details.

You needed coordinates and a date.

You paused to look around, realizing that you never bothered to look behind you. Unfortunately, it didn't help much -- the castle was still your best bet for civilization. And from this distance, you couldn't tell what state it was in. If it was brand new or hundreds of years old.

Only time -- and a very long trek -- would tell.

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"Doctor," Jack greeted as the Time Lord swept into the room. His arms were held open as if for a hug.

The Doctor ignored the gesture and opted to instead stare at Jack from a distance, arms crossed over his chest. "Why am I here, Jack?" he asked, already tired of the man's antics.

"To look at this," Jack answered with an easy grin as he whipped out something from his coat pocket.

The Doctor stared at it in confusion.

"You called me all the way here for an Agatha Christie novel?"

"Really, Doctor. You think I'd resort to making up excuses to get you to come see me? Look at the cover," Jack told him, throwing the book over.

The Doctor caught it easily and did as Jack had told him. Up close, he could see the details and read the finer print. And a realization struck him.

"What's a hundred-year-old Vipiteran edition of the Mysterious Affair at Styles doing in a dingy apartment in 2008 London?" Jack asked aloud the question that had been forming in the Doctor's mind.

He didn't have an answer, so he shrugged and began flipping through the pages.

He was near the end when he stopped short, staring at something wedged between the pages. The Doctor pulled it out, staring dumbfoundedly at the old photograph he held between his fingers.

"Doctor, look at the back."

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The biggest problem was avoiding the creation of a paradox -- difficult, but not impossible.

Luckily, you'd found a town on the other side of the castle, and with it your date and location. May 16, 1922 in Tureborg, Sweden. That definitely made things easier, though there was still the challenge of getting the Doctor's attention without creating a paradox. Or... at least, not a world-ending one. Hopefully.

You unfortunately had very little on you -- really, only the book you'd bought on Vipitera that you'd kept on you in case you found time to read (so much for that), and a credits chip that was virtually useless now.

You also couldn't speak Swedish. That was a bit of a problem.

You were there only a few days when your problems seemed to resolve themselves. An English artist had stumbled upon the town on his way through the country and had stopped to take in the sights and paint a pretty picture.

More importantly, though, he had a camera with him, and that was enough to spark an idea in your mind.

Befriending the artist was easy -- he was desperate for the companionship of someone who could understand him and you were desperate to get back to the Doctor.

You used each other, as God intended.

Fast friends that you were, it wasn't long before the artist offered to take your picture, and it was an offer you couldn't refuse. In fact, it was an offer you'd been banking on.

And that was how you got a Vipiteran copy of the Mysterious Affair at Styles, with a picture of you tucked into the back and a date a few days into the future and current coordinates scrawled on the back, to London.

Now all you could do was wait, and hope.

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The Doctor decided, as he set the TARDIS on course for the day and location you'd written on the back of that photograph, that the moment he saw you, he was going to tell you he loved you.

He was lucky, ultimately, that you'd found a way to leave breadcrumbs that were too small to upset the delicate balance of reality -- yet noticeable enough for him to pick up the trail.

He was lucky that you were smart, and bold, and courageous, and determined as hell. He was lucky that you wouldn't take death lying down. That you'd find some way to make it back to him.

He was lucky, he realized as he threw the switch that'd send him back to you, that you loved him enough to fight to get back to him.

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Right on time, the sound of the TARDIS materializing filled the air. You moved to stand, waiting with bated breath and vibrating nerves as the blue box faded into view, and only a moment later the Doctor came bounding out, eyes scanning the scene for you.

He barely had a second to process the you-shaped missile heading his way before you were on him, arms thrown around his neck and holding on so tightly that he had to remind you that he needed to breathe.

"Shut up," you murmured into his neck, even as your arms loosened, "and fucking hug me back."

He obeyed without hesitation, his lips pressing to the top of your head as he pulled you tighter against him.

"I thought I lost you," he said into your hair. "I love you -- I promise I will never let anything happen to you again."

You believed him.

This experience had been enough to scare you both into being more careful. And even so, it wasn't over.

You pulled away from the Doctor, staring up at him with a determined gaze.

"Take me home. There's a Weeping Angel I need to take care of."

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videogamedogbracket · 11 months

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Hello, and welcome to the Video Game Dog Bracket!

Do you like dogs? Do you like video games? Do you like dogs from video games? If yes, then this is the tournament for you!

I’ve been wanting to host my own bracket for a while now - ever since I submitted a character to one of them a few months back, swore to myself I wouldn’t get invested in the results, but then ended up doing just that. Thanks a ton to @artificialkids-2k23-official, without whom this bracket wouldn’t exist!

The rules for submission are fairly straightforward, but I’ll list them here anyway. (Updated 6/3/23)

An obvious one, but all characters submitted must be dogs, wolves, or mythical creatures that are canine in nature (i.e. Cerberus or a dog-like Pokémon). Foxes are on thin ice.

Anthropomorphic dogs are okay. However, please don't send in anime boys with dog ears or whatever. I think that's pushing the definition of "dog" a little too much.

Characters must have originated from a video game or visual novel. If they appear in a game, but it’s an adaptation of a movie, for example, they won’t be counted. No, Homestuck doesn't count as a video game.

Named characters are preferred and will be given priority. I’m not saying that you can’t submit Granbull or every Nintendog, but in the case that there are more submissions than bracket spaces, they probably won’t make it in.

Please only submit one character at a time. The form is open to multiple responses per person, so you can submit as many characters as you like. (Just be reasonable with it and don’t send the same one over and over again?)

Also, while sending several characters from the same source material is appreciated, they aren't all going to make it into the bracket. I'm looking for a varied and diverse lineup, and want to limit it to about three characters per source. This isn't a hard and fast rule, but just...don't get upset if all twenty characters from the same thing don't get accepted, okay?

Currently, the plan is for submissions to close on June 9th, but this may be subject to change based on the amount of traction this bracket gets. As of right now, submissions are planned to close on June 5th instead!

Finally, here’s a quick list of characters that are automatically going to be entered into the bracket as per the “poll runner’s bias” clause. Please don't submit any of them, they're already participating!

Amaterasu (Okami)

Toby (The Great Ace Attorney)

Fondue (Rhythm Thief)

Gab (Zero Escape: Zero Time Dilemma)

Pepita (Trauma Center: New Blood)

Rex (Fossil Fighters)

Koromaru (Persona 3)

Missile (Ghost Trick)

That’s it for now. Thanks for submitting!

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sometimes-love-is-enough · 6 days

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Syzygy: Some Closing Thoughts

I'm writing this at 8pm on my backyard porch, under the wavering light of a distant full moon. Hello, moon! Please don't kidnap me. I just wanted to hang out with you for a while as I collect my final thoughts. It's a pretty cloudy night tonight, so it's not properly visible, which I suppose is the cloud cover shielding me from a terrible lunar fate. It gives a deliciously hazy atmosphere for the absolute essay I'm about to write.

Apparently, the Farmer's Almanac says that tonight's full moon is a 'Pink Moon', which sounds like it'd be a very pleasant viewing experience. I imagine pastel frangipanis spontaneously sprouting all over the moon's surface, covering every inch of its rocks and crags until the soft pink glow is visible from all the way down here on Earth. Unfortunately it's not named 'Pink Moon' because of that; there's some American environmental factors, etc.

I think it's kind of charming that there's a list of names for every possible full moon, as if the moon's putting on different masks or incarnations every time it tilts just enough that we can see its full face. I'm looking at a list of them now instead of writing these final notes like I probably should. The names are so delightful. Strawberry Moon. Sturgeon Moon. Apparently last month's full moon was Worm Moon. WORM MOON. I could go on. I won't. Let's talk about Syzygy instead.

Syzygy is... Man, where do I even start with this? Let's try the beginning. I started writing Syzygy in February of 2021, after ruminating on it for probably a few months before that, as I often do. That's three years ago, so my memories of the reasons why are a bit fuzzy, but I think I did it for two reasons: one, a desire to have a long-form meaty slowburn fic for a beloved rarepair in the tag so other people could enjoy it, and two, a fascination with the idea of fractured identity, what it means to be a Side without a Centre. The whole thing with the alternate-history steampunk swapped-around Earth came about naturally from that.

Except that's actually kind of a lie, because that's not the beginning, this began in 2020, when I wrote a pitch for a local station that was accepting radio play submissions (rejected, of course) featuring a hardboiled noir detective in a starlit city whose latest client was a tiny shiny girl asking him to solve her father's murder. And that's also a lie, because I think it really began when I tried to write an original novel in high school where the protagonist's name was Avery Allen, because I liked the way the name tripped off my lips.

My stories are always built on each other, especially stories I never get to write. They all recycle into each other in a weird blend of concepts and characters. 2021 was when I sat down and told myself I was going to write the Thomceit time loop fic, and I dove into it with aplomb. I can't recall the exact timeline of events, but at some point I underwent some truly gnarly health problems that left me unable to use my hands for extended periods of time, and so the fic that was meant to be for a Big Bang ended up... Just sitting in a folder for a while. But me and my beta managed to pull it the fuck together, and after adding some extra bits and pieces (the cutaways were a LAST MINUTE ADDITION even though I think they're some of my favorite bits in the whole thing) I started putting it all up.

Okay, there we go, that's enough of an abridged history of this thing. Let's just say: I never expected as many people to like it as it turned out, I thought that it would be a niche little fic for a rarepair, and I was honestly pretty content with that. So it was delightful to see so many people getting so into it, I have enjoyed the FUCK out of all of your comments and theories and predictions. It's been delightful when people predicted a plot point correctly, and honestly even more delightful when they predicted incorrectly. I've had such a blast.

As for the writing... Suffice to say I have many notebooks full of notes and thoughts, more than one spreadsheet to keep track of time loops and lore, and a semi-complete list of all of Virgil's tarot cards, which one day I'll probably polish and share properly, because I think the concept is neat. But that's kind of how it always goes with my writing.

Naming every inspiration for this would take forever and I'd still miss a few, but I'll just throw out a key few ones, because I gotta:

17776: What Will Football Look Like In The Future, because when I first read it I got the wrong idea and thought that Juice (Jupiter Icy Moons Explorer) was short for Betelgeuse (the star), and that sparked a whole thing about living stars in my brain. Also, just the general way that the worldbuilding and absurdity is handled in that world, it scratches my brain just right.

Welcome To Night Vale. I don't think I need to explain this one.

Madeleine L'Engle's writing, particularly A Wind In The Door, particularly-particularly the bit of it where Proginoskes explains why, precisely, he has to remember and Name every star in the universe. Fucking beautiful book.

A particular Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi fic I read years ago and haven't been able to track down again, which also features two people stuck in a time loop who are initially unaware that they're in it together AND dying at the same time. I believe they also meet on a bus? The details are fuzzy. The worldbuilding and descriptions of that fic were so stunning to me, it had me unable to read anything for a solid few weeks, it is definitely a superior work to mine in every respect. If anyone finds it, let me know, I don't think I finished reading it and want to know how it ends.

An unpublished fic that I had the privilege to read while it was being written, that changed my brain chemistry re: the Sides unknowingly existing without Thomas. The Flowerwall Cafe originally hails from this one, too, graciously borrowed and greatly beloved.

Both Ghibli films in general AND Dianna Wynne Jones books in general, and obviously the intersection between the two, Howl's Moving Castle, which is fascinating in how both mediums handle the setting.

The Doctor Who audio drama Scherzo, which is a wild ride, and there's a major plot point revolving around the two main characters holding hands and fusing gruesomely into each other - and another involving an in-story fairy tale.

There was no huge inspiration for the clockwork city and weird steampunk carriages, apart from (perhaps) Fallen London. Certainly, the idea of a background organization that wants to kill the sun, who also happens to be a sentient being, is cribbed from the Liberation of Night.

Syzygy also happens to be packed full of many obscure references to... like... personal projects of mine, some published and some unpublished, as well as a lot of my friends and co-writers, and some really REALLY niche stuff that only I will ever properly understand. I buried a lot of myself into this story, is what I'm saying. Juice hails from a completely different project (a TTRPG with my friends, of which she is a beloved and cherished NPC), the in-universe author for Avery Allen (and Mallory Wynn too) are named for a fictional TV author I created when the writing discord was making a nonexistent fandom, Logan's dumpling recipe is my favorite recipe of all time.

I have an apartment ghost, too. I talk to it regularly.

Final thank-yous, because I want to post this very very soon, I've been typing for too long and the mosquitoes are starting to get to me. Thank you to:

Everyone on the TSS writing server who listened to me complain while I was writing it the first time round, and has subsequently listened to me complain while editing it these past two years. So many people in there are responsible for little bits and pieces - phrasings, words, nicknames, jokes - and I couldn't begin to name everyone who helped.

Saphira and the rest of the people who are currently working on making a full-cast audio drama out of this fic (???) (???!!!!??) (!!!!). It is SO baffling to me that it's happening, I'm in complete disbelief whenever we talk about it or I see the script or I get asked logistics questions, I'm terrified and thrilled to see how it turns out, what the fuck! The very existence of that project has ended up influencing a few things about this fic's endgame, too.

Everyone who's commented extensively, commented entire academic analyses, commented numbered lists, commented laconically, left a single emoji in the comments, left kudos, bookmarked it, sent me asks on Tumblr, given me thumbs-ups on Discord, or even just silently read the fic without interacting at all. Your witness brings my words to existence. Love you love you love you.

And Len, who lives in my brain and my body and my heart and my throat, and who is honestly singlehandedly responsible for dragging this fic out of the depths of Google Docs and into the arms of AO3. They've already said I don't need to thank them, but come on, I totally do. Len is the best beta, and puts up with all sorts of deranged nonsense from me, because I have an unhinged writing process where I don't think about anything before I put it down on the page, and I use way too many connecting-dashes and not enough semicolons. Kisses kisses kisses. Thanks for doing this with me, and I can't wait to do it again.

Myself. I managed to write this and I managed to finish it. That makes me a pretty cool person, all things considered. I'm glad I did this.

What next? I've got to rest. Well, I need to get some things done... and then rest. I've been juggling a hellish amount of projects for a while now, and now Syzygy's finally cleared from my plate, I'm going to try to let the others get cleared too so I can take some time and be less stressed. The Locked Tomb AU will be ongoing, as I get through final edits of chapters, so keep an eye out for that - if you're interested in a fic that's rather less starry and shiny, but very much Thomceit and death themes, check it out - and then....... Well, whatever comes next, whenever I have the energy to do it. I adore writing in this fandom. I'll be back with something weird soon enough.

Ad astra, baby! It's been a blast.

- Min (2024)

#Syzygy #author's note

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 7 months

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 15: August II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, mutual pining, idiots in love, explicit descriptions of a panic attack, levi being bad with technology lol, hurt/comfort ✧ word count ➼ ~5.1k

It had only been a day since you denounced Levi as an acceptable roommate, but it felt like ages. Neither of you reached out to each other. There were no texts, no phone calls—nothing. You hadn’t even gone home since then, electing to stay the night at Petra’s. It wasn’t great. You didn’t have your things, it was a last minute call which resulted in Petra not being prepared to suddenly have a guest over, and you were just overall grumpy and anxious. Part of you wished you had just sucked it up and gone home.

When you did finally get yourself to go home and walk in through the door, Levi wasn’t there. It was fairly early into the afternoon, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he was on a shift at the café or in lab. Deciding that shutting yourself in at home would likely have you crawling up the walls by the time Levi got home, you quickly put away the rest of your things that you had haphazardly left out before you abruptly left the previous day, grabbing your laptop and heading to the café shortly afterwards.

Your anxiety had been bugging you non-stop for the past few hours. You were still very much pissed at him, but you were wanting to at least physically see him and apologize for storming off. If things worked out in your favor, he’d be in a much better mood to discuss whatever the hell had led him to regressing so far back. You hated to admit it, but you did care enough about him that you wanted to work to fix your relationship instead of cutting him off and being content with hating each other’s presence.

The frown was more than apparent on your face when you walked into the café and saw Marlo at the tea station instead of Levi. In addition to not being able to talk to Levi about what had happened, you also didn’t have your regular Matcha waiting for you. It was a silly thing to be disappointed over, but not having your comfort drink only further soured your mood.

You sat down in your usual seat, trying your best to not be completely transparent with your mood. Your fight with Levi didn’t have to be anyone else’s problem.

Marlo gave you a confused look when he saw you sit in front of him.

“What? This is my seat.”

It technically wasn’t. It was a public café, so there wasn’t such a thing as assigned seats, but you were in that particular spot nearly every day, so all the staff—and even some of the customers—knew that the seat was effectively yours.

“Oh hey, _____!” you heard Nicolo call out as he made his way over to you. “Picking up more pastries?”

You scoffed at him as if you were questioning if he was seriously asking you that question.

“Don’t act like you don’t know this routine already, Nicolo. Club events don’t start up until a few weeks into the semester,” you said as you pulled your laptop out of your backpack. “Otherwise I’m just here to study.”

“But classes haven’t started yet,” Marlo muttered from behind the counter.

“And to write,” you mumbled while giving Marlo a side-eye.

“Write?” he asked in a genuinely confused tone.

“Unfortunately, this school’s capstone project for me involves publishing a light novel so I’m getting a head’s start,” you explained before you furrowed your eyebrows together as you realized something. “Wait, aren’t you also an English major?”

You looked directly at him and you could feel him somewhat panicking from the judgment in your voice. You vaguely remembered him talking about wanting to do something related to writing that’s involved with the criminal justice system.

“J-Just thinking about it!” Marlo quickly explained. “Haven’t decided anything yet.”

“Well, you should take a look into the school’s requirements. This light novel’s a bitch to get through.”

Despite sounding irritated, the conversation with Nicolo and Marlo did improve your mood. It at least helped distract you from what was really on your mind. Plus, you were able to feel helpful, even mentioning the writing conference in a few weeks to Marlo, suggesting that he attend if he wanted to seriously pursue an English degree.

You were chatting for a while and Levi was almost completely absent from your mind during the conversation itself, but quickly arose again when both Nicolo and Marlo had to get back to work. Your eyes fell onto the empty tea station that was usually tended to by the very person you were trying to keep your mind off of. You could almost imagine him standing there, scowling at nothing in particular, while occasionally glancing up at you once he noticed that you were staring at him.

He wasn’t actually there, though.

You perked up as soon as you heard the door open, immediately turning around to see if it was Levi coming in. Instead, a bunch of freshmen walked in, which earned a disappointed sigh to escape from your lips. You grumpily turned back towards your laptop in an attempt to continue writing, but your anxiety made it impossible to focus. You had been here for almost an hour at this point and you had written three sentences and got stuck in a loop of editing the same sentence five different times, finding yourself regularly alt-tabbing out of your document to check out your socials and scroll. You weren’t getting any work done.

Your eyes immediately flashed up towards the window as you heard a fire truck rush past. You silently thanked yourself that you were indoors to save your ears from the obnoxious siren that you would have been forced to endure had you been outside.

Fuck me if I’ve left the hair straightener on again or some shit like that.

Curious and slightly paranoid, and with the fire truck far away enough to not cause you hearing damage, you stepped outside, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the fire truck was not heading in the direction of your apartment.

However, your relaxed state didn’t last for long. Your eyes widened as you saw the fire truck make a turn towards Levi’s lab. You felt your heart rate hasten, but you took an unsteady breath, trying to calm yourself down. Just because they were driving in that direction did not mean that his building was their destination.

You tried to shrug off your anxiety, but it was bugging you to death. You pulled out your phone and shot a text to Levi.

> [you (2:55pm)]: levi, are you in lab right now?

You stared at your phone for a few minutes. There was no answer. There wasn’t even a read receipt.

You dialed his number and called.

There was no answer.

You felt yourself somewhat panicking after you were unable to get ahold of Levi. You didn’t have a car and it was too long of a walk to just casually go to his lab to check if he was okay. You continued to try to regulate, telling yourself that there were plenty of buildings in that direction and that you were just having “what if” thoughts.

This calmed you down for approximately ten seconds before you remembered that his building is the only one that was really being used because it was still summer. Classes weren’t in session and students hadn’t moved in yet. Almost all of the buildings in that area were out of function for at least another week.

You rapidly paced around in circles outside of the café, unable to contain the panic that was quickly building up within you. Your thoughts immediately began snowballing into wondering how Levi would be able to get out if the entire building went up in flames and that initial thought alone was able to immediately send you into a state of panic.

Realizing that catastrophizing while being restless outside wasn’t going to do anything, you tried to take a few deep breaths and went back inside. However, if you couldn’t focus before, then you really couldn’t focus now. Everything was beginning to bug you: the coffee machines were too loud, the air conditioning was whirring obnoxiously above you, your eyes hurt from squinting at your laptop screen, and even the feeling of your keyboard under your fingers was killing you. You were overstimulated. You felt like you were hearing every single background conversation within the building.

“Was that really Dr. Smith’s lab that got set ablaze?” you heard one student say.

Your entire body tensed up.

Smith.

Erwin Smith.

That’s the lab that Levi works at.

“Yeah, it looked pretty bad. I hope everyone got out in time,” replied another student.

You felt your heart drop from your chest all the way into your stomach. Your skin grew cold and you felt your ability to breathe rapidly diminishing. Some part of your brain wanted to desperately believe that the student was wrong, or that you had misheard them.

You gave Marlo an intense look.

“Did you hear from Levi at all today?”

Marlo shook his head. You switched your gaze over to Nicolo, who also shook his head.

Feeling your breathing get dysregulated, you knew that a panic attack was approaching. Your hands were shaking as they hovered over your keyboard. You could barely keep yourself together. You had to leave. You had to go home and hope that Levi would come home. You had to know if he was okay.

The thought of something happening to him made you want to break down and cry on the spot. You didn’t want his last thought of you to be such a negative one. You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want your words of denouncing him and stating that you regretted agreeing to live with him again to be the last ones he heard from you.

You had lied the previous night when you told Petra that you wouldn’t give a shit if you never saw Levi again. The thought now devastated you. You wouldn’t be able to rest until you knew if he was okay—and you’d be absolutely horrified had something actually happened to him.

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Going home didn’t make you feel much better. The only thing that helped was that you were alone, so that you could technically break down in a safe space if needed, but you didn’t want that either.

You had rushed home, tossed your backpack onto the couch, and immediately ran to the freezer to grab an ice cube. You held it tightly in your hand, trying to focus on the somewhat burning-like sensation that it was creating in your palm as it melted. You were sitting at the dining room table, holding your fist over the table, not caring that there was now a puddle of melted water forming underneath your fist.

Your leg was bouncing up and down and you were still shaking. Holding the ice cube was painful as fuck, but you had to grip onto it tightly. If you let it go for even a second, you’d already feel yourself dissociating. You barely remembered the walk home—everything was a blur, your eyes were out of focus, and you couldn’t hear anything except for the blood rushing through your ears.

I couldn’t be bothered if I never had to interact with him ever again.

You spoke those words to Petra less than 24 hours ago.

You felt tears building at the corners of your eyes as the lump in your throat began to rise up. What if your comment had jinxed it?

What if you really did see him for the last time?

Suddenly all the memories of him being there for you began to flash through your head. You remembered him coaxing you through an anxiety attack. You remembered him staying by your side when you were dealing with nightmares. You remembered him coming to rescue you from your borderline abusive ex-boyfriend.

And all of that was just…gone.

You squeezed at the ice cube harder, swallowing down your tears. You couldn’t fathom losing him too. You hadn’t even fully processed the death of your parents, and imagining losing Levi too was too much to bear.

You kept glancing down at your phone every time it lit up, hoping that it was a text from Levi. You didn’t even care if he sent you a text message full of insults meticulously designed to upset you. You just needed to hear that he was okay.

Instead, you were met with notifications from your various social media accounts, talking about some dumb party happening over the weekend or how upsetting the most recent episode of a drama was. It was driving you nuts, and you ended up having to turn all your notifications off other than direct messages. It took you much longer than it should have. You couldn’t stop your shaking.

You went through so many ice cubes that your hands were red and in pain and your fingers were so cold that you felt like you could barely move them. Every second that passed by was agonizing. You felt all of your muscles tense, shooting pain throughout every inch of your body, but you couldn’t get yourself to relax.

Your head shot up immediately upon hearing the door handle. Your lips slightly parted as you fixated your gaze intensely at the door.

As soon as you saw his stupid, short figure step instead, you immediately stood up. Your movements were so rough that your chair made a sound of protest against the floor as you roughly forced it back. Part of you was scared to relax. You wondered if it was a hallucination—an image conjured up by your mind to help you process through the distress. Your breathing was unsteady as you tried to contain your shaking.

When you realized he was real, you felt as if all the air in your body was rushing back into you. You were still shaking, but you could at least now ground yourself in his presence.

He was okay.

The relief threatened to engulf you and swallow you whole.

“Hi,” you said abruptly.

“Hi?” he said hesitantly, raising his eyebrow at your strange behavior.

You had to force yourself to look down to keep yourself from crying out in relief that he was here standing out in front of you. You heard him take a step forward.

You didn’t give him a chance to take another. You immediately rushed in, wrapping your arms around his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug as your tears finally fell. You buried your face into his shoulder, continuing to hold onto him tightly to reassure yourself that he was still there.

You had tried to hold yourself back, but you were so overwhelmed and so relieved that your body reacted before you had a chance to think about it or stop it from happening.

Your bottom lip quivered as you let out an unsteady breath.

“I-I’m so glad you’re okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. You were afraid that you were going to break into a full-on sob if you spoke any louder.

Levi froze under you, his eyes widening in shock, not expecting the sudden gesture, especially with how the two of you had fought the previous day.

He didn’t pull away. You felt his arms wrap around you, resting his hands on the back of your waist as you trembled against him.

You tightened your hug on his shoulders, as if you were afraid that he was going to disappear into dust the moment you let go. You took it back. You took it all back. You were lying when you said that you’d be okay with never seeing him again. Imagining that felt like literal hell.

Now that you had him in front of you again, you never wanted to let go. You felt his hands on your waist, his heart beating against yours, and his breathing that helped stabilize yours. You still hadn’t fully processed how relieved you were when you saw him walk in through the door.

You began to pull away, but you immediately pulled him back in shortly after, except this time, you planted your lips on his. You pulled him into a gentle, but deep kiss, as if you were wanting to communicate all the heartbreak and relief that you had felt throughout the past few hours through just the kiss itself. His lips were soft, just like you had imagined that one night when the two of you were on the Ferris Wheel. You recognized the earthy scent of his bedsheets that was much stronger now that you were up against him.

Before you could freeze upon realizing what you had done, you felt him return the kiss. He was surprisingly gentle as he further pressed his own lips upon yours, which made your heart pound with…excitement? Anxiety? Regret?

That ripped you out of your stupor and you immediately froze and drew back, holding your fingers up to your lips in horror at what you had just done.

“S-Sorry-”

You immediately averted your gaze, your face feeling hot, taking a few steps back. Embarrassed didn’t even begin to describe the horror coursing through your veins.

If you had gathered the courage to look up, you’d see that his cheeks also had a hint of red to them, traveling up to the back of his ears. You could tell that he was standing agonizingly still.

He remained silent. He didn’t know what to say, and neither did you. You had been so caught up in the moment of relief of knowing that he was okay that you had impulsively pulled him into a hug and then a kiss without even giving yourself a moment to process what you were doing.

The silence was killing you. The tension from your fight before had been quickly replaced with another.

You cleared your throat and forced yourself to talk—a distraction, if nothing else.

“H-Heard there was a fire at lab.”

It took him a few seconds to respond.

“Yeah?” he muttered.

His voice was husky, likely from inhaling smoke. Now that you thought about it, in addition to that earthy scent you drew comfort from, there was also a hint of smoke mixed in. You quickly realized that he was likely walking through the smoke that was now clinging onto his clothing.

“Do…Do you want water?” you asked hesitantly. “I’ll get you water.”

Without even giving him a chance to respond, you turned and made a beeline to the kitchen to prep a glass of water for him, barely able to contain your shaking enough to hold the glass still against the dispenser.

He rarely got to see you in a caregiver-type mode, other than the few comments you’d make about the freshmen needing to be responsible when going out to parties. He never gave you a chance to.

He was too in his head to notice. Everything was overwhelming. He was still in survival mode after watching the lab go up in flames, although the feeling of your lips on his was able to somewhat rip him out of his thoughts and back into the present world. If he wasn’t in survival mode, he probably would have reacted much more to the kiss—and the fact that he had kissed you back.

It was probably for the best. Even if he did react, he didn’t know what to say, but he couldn’t deny that it helped him calm down enough to make his way to the dining room table and take a seat.

You handed him the glass of water and sat down next to him.

You remained silent for a few minutes, wondering if you should talk about what had just happened. You knew the answer: yes, you did have to talk about it, but you decided against it. You glanced up at him, originally thinking he was just quiet about the kiss, but upon seeing his body posture and facial expression, you knew that something else was going on. He was incredibly tense and quiet, and his eyes weren’t entirely focused. You had never seen him in this state.

“What happened?” you asked quietly.

He looked at you with a grim expression.

“...something wasn’t plugged in properly or something,” he muttered, moving his gaze down from your eyes towards his hand that was now resting on the table.

“Everyone got out okay?”

He nodded.

You let out a sigh of relief upon the reassurance that everyone had got out safely, but you quickly realized that Levi did not look relieved at all.

“Lev’...?” you asked hesitantly.

He turned his head slightly to the side, further avoiding your gaze.

You had a sneaking suspicion over what it was that he might have been upset about. After all, Levi was always talking about his papers and how easily he’d fall behind if he wasn’t diligent. Plus, Levi was not one to get upset easily.

Levi never talked about his financial struggles in undergrad, so you weren’t aware of all of the details behind his mixed emotions towards the higher education system, but you knew that he busted his ass to get to where he was and that he’d be absolutely devastated if all of that were to just suddenly disappear.

“Where’s your phone?” you began asking, probing him to see if your suspicions were right.

No response.

“Your laptop?”

Still no response.

“Lev’-”

“Can you cut it out with the fucking questions already?!” he scolded, finally speaking up and cutting you off. You saw him clench up his fist and grit his teeth. He was desperately trying to hold himself together.

Part of you wanted to be hurt by his harshness and dismissive tone. Part of you wanted to be offended, but you knew he was hurting.

You immediately got up, and Levi looked further away, assuming that you were going to storm out of the apartment or lock yourself in your room because you got offended.

His breath got caught in his throat when you instead pulled him into another hug, this time holding his head against your chest.

“It’s okay,” you whispered as you held him tightly. “You can ask for help if you need it, Levi. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Those words hit close to home for him—because he really did have to go through everything on his own. His mom passed away when he was a kid and his uncle was useless and negligent. Every step that he had taken towards getting to where he was now was taken on his own.

He remained quiet as he listened to your heart beating against your chest. It was taking everything to hold himself together, but he couldn’t deny that having you against him brought him a slight sense of calm that was enough to keep him from falling apart right then and there.

“...don’t need your help,” he mumbled, shrugging you off.

He’s always had to do things on his own. This wasn’t any different.

You squatted down in front of him so that he couldn’t keep avoiding your gaze, looking at him directly in those pained gray eyes of his.

“You’re lying.”

He looked away.

You leaned towards him so that he couldn’t fully avoid your gaze no matter how hard he tried.

“Even if you didn’t need my help, you lost both your phone and your laptop. What else did you lose?”

He remained silent as he clenched his fist in irritation. All he needed right now was for you to go away so he could figure this whole ordeal out.

“Levi Ackerman, if you think I’m a pain in the ass at baseline, you can be certain I’ll be 100x more of a pain in the ass if you don’t talk now.”

You rarely showed this side of you. Even when you were in “mom mode” around the freshmen, it was always muted down. You’ve generally suppressed this side of you because other people generally thought it was annoying, but you were sick of pretending. You were sick of putting on that submissive façade for everyone else’s benefit except your own.

Plus, it allowed you to distract yourself from the fact that you had impulsively kissed him.

Levi’s lips parted to speak, but it took a few seconds before any actual words came out.

“...the papers are gone,” he said quietly. “All the papers and data and research I’ve gathered. Just fucking…gone.”

His voice was slightly wavering towards the end. If you looked closer, you could see that he was even shaking, likely from a mix of overwhelm, rage, and despair. He really was pouring all of his energy into keeping himself together. You could understand why he would be distraught.

“What did you save them on?”

Levi scoffed in disbelief at your continued questioning.

“Does it fucking matter?! My entire laptop went down. Everything saved on there is gone.”

You didn’t back off.

“Answer the question,” you said sternly.

He finally looked up at you, bewildered with your persistence.

“Word,” he said after a long pause, accompanied with a glare shot in your direction. “Microsoft Word.”

“Is it a school account that you use for it?”

He blinked at you in confusion.

“Why the hell does that-”

He was interrupted by you snapping in his eyes to get his attention.

“Answer the question, for fuck’s sake.”

He clenched his jaw as he stared at you in disapproval. He had never seen you like this and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

“Yes, it’s a school account,” he whispered, still unsure of why you were asking. “What’s your point?”

You didn’t answer him, immediately going over to the couch and pulling out your own computer. You came back and set it on the dining table, taking care to avoid the little puddle of water that had formed from when you were desperately squeezing the ice cubes earlier.

He didn’t see what you were exactly doing, but he vaguely saw you pull up a web browser version of Microsoft OneDrive.

You pushed your laptop towards him.

“Log in.”

He just stared at you without making a move towards your computer, skeptical as to what you were trying to do.

“Fire alarms give you hearing loss?” you said in an exasperated tone. “Log in.”

He still shot you a skeptical look, but eventually went to type in his login information.

The frown immediately disappeared off his face and you saw his eyes slightly lighten up upon seeing nearly all of his files show up on the screen.

“It likely didn’t sync anything too recent if the internet went out, but at least everything from before should be there.”

He slightly glanced at you, unsure of what to say. You had literally saved his ass.

Part of you forgot that although he didn’t seem like it, Levi was not the best when it came to navigating modern technology. You even recalled when you first moved in with him and you essentially had to fist fight him to let you set up an automated payment system for rent and utilities.

You gave him an awkward nod and shuffled around a bit, suddenly self-conscious now that his eyes were on you and the immediate tension had dissipated.

“My laptop went down at some point before the whole…thing with Zack happened,” you began to explain, pausing slightly when you brought up what you now simply deemed as The Shitshow™. “Thought I lost all of my work on my light novel and that I’d have to start over. Found out the school has a cloud system…so as long as your main account is logged into on your laptop, it’ll upload.”

He was silent as his hand gently hovered over your keyboard.

“And the school will be willing to help finance a new laptop for you,” you continued, “or at least to let you use one of theirs when needed.”

No explanation was needed. Even from the minimal amount of information that you were giving him, he could tell that you previously had to navigate your way through the school resources for crises.

“...thanks,” he finally mumbled after a while.

Your eyes widened. You had genuinely not expected a direct thanks from him.

“You’re welcome.”

Your eyes flashed between him and your laptop screen.

“I…”

You shut your mouth after you trailed off. Now that the immediate disaster was handled, the other disaster came to mind: your shared kiss.

You wondered if you should bring it up, and so did he.

“...I’ll give you some time to sort through everything,” you eventually said, deflecting the potential topic. “I want my laptop back eventually though.”

You pointed at your laptop, shooting a small half-smile at him to try to lighten the mood.

He nodded and began clicking through his files.

“_____,” he quietly called out right after you got up and began walking towards your room. “Thanks.”

He thanked you again and you smiled at him this time.

“Don’t mention it,” you responded quietly before turning back towards your room.

Once the door was shut behind you, you collapsed face-up onto your bed, staring at the ceiling fan.

The past few hours had been a complete emotional rollercoaster. You had gotten into a fight last evening, been anxious literally all night, morning, and afternoon, had panicked over if he had gotten hurt in the fire, been anxious again from waiting, before kissing him and jumping into caregiver mode right after.

Your face completely flushed up again upon realizing that you had kissed him. A part of you was really embarrassed, but a bigger part of you was just confused.

He had kissed you back.

If he didn’t, you’d be able to just write it off as high emotions and that you were reacting out of instinct or that you didn’t have another outlet to express your relief that he was okay—but he did kiss you back. Now, you’d be forced to explore whatever the hell that meant.

You couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of your lips as you remembered the feeling of his soft lips on yours and his firm grasp on your back during it. You couldn’t help but draw comfort from how it felt when you had your arms wrapped around him as you impulsively embraced him. Chaos had literally just struck your lives, yet the feeling of him on you was enough to bring you some sense of calm during the middle of it.

No matter what else you told yourself, or what else you tried to do to distract yourself, you couldn’t get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your head.

aight so 1) the publish early option on the poll won, and 2) consider this an apology for making july so angsty skdfjksdjf #: @levisbrat25 @gothgril69 @sckerman @berrijam @notgoodforlife @meowjaa @averysmolbear @roseofdarknessblog @bejewelledd @hhighkey @ayame236 @sad-darksoul @velouria17 @kamyru @l1zk4 @layenacreates @lamees004 @whoami-72 @highgoon69 @chaotic-on-main @levishotgf @nube55 @chosos-mascara @heichoucleanfreak @svftackerman @alexkibutsuji @moonchild-angel

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dreadfutures · 18 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @plisuu and @rosella-writes - and tagging the whole rest of the DA FanFic server crew:

@warpedlegacy @rakshadow @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee @blarrghe @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,645,298

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Maximum Ride, Pokemon, Spirited Away, Zelda, Pathfinder CRPGs, Elden Ring, Dishonored, and of course, Dragon Age

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dead Pasts and Dread Futures (Dragon Age)

Hero of the Wild (Legend of Zelda: BOTW)

When the Wind Whispers (Legend of Zelda: BOTW)

The Brave Guide (Dragon Age)

Light in the Dark (LOZ)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to. I fall behind very frequently but I always try to say thank you. So many people tell me why these stories touch them, and to share that with me, is such a gift that deserves acknowledgement.

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

Probably 'The Hope of Fen'Harel' (on AO3) or the scene where Solas finds out that young Ixchel is dead (here on tumblr).

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

the road seems too wild for mixing it with blues (Dragon Age) - literally it is a Solavellan happiest of happy endings. There are brown butter donuts.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Not infrequently.

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

Sometimes! I do try to write titillating smut but if it's in my longfics, it's got to be for character reasons and serve the plot. But I have more than one smut oneshot that's just there to get people hot lol.

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

No.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have had ideas copied wholecloth.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but you are free to do so as long as you tag me and properly credit via the "inspired by" on AO3

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

Yes! ALL of my Maximum Ride fics were co-written. Literally sending passages back and forth over *yahoo instant messenger.* It was an absolute fucking joy. Those fics are gone now though lol.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Prooooooobablyyyyyyy Haku/Chihiro. I will read absolute drivel if it's got them in it.

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

I WILL ABSOLUTELY FINISH MY BOTW FICS I AM WORKING ON THEM OKAY?! The one i don't think i will ever do is my young!Ixchel fic. It's too fucking sad. But it lives in my head and calls to me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dreamy prose, evocative horror, and really motivated plots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm verbose, I have a hard time connecting scenes / passing time without it feeling like it's dragging.

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

So, for fantasy languages that you have to conlang -- I think you should just write it in English. Especially if you're not making up YOUR OWN conlang and instead relying on the work of a notorious jackass. I have taken to "[[brackets and italics]]" to indicate when dialogue is happening in Elvhen. In real life languages, such as Spanish, the current movement in ownvoices communities is to include the dialogue in its original tongue, with no italics. Readers are smart. They can look it up. And they need to get used to languages other than their own without it seeming other, alien, or magical. In my original novels, where Spanish is often used, I stick with this rule.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride or Spirited Away.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it ends or it doesn't (Dragon Age), my Felassan-as-Benoit-Blanc arlathvhen murder mystery!

blank form below:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

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

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

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

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

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

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#long post #tag meme

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best-kirby-character-tournament · 4 months

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Best Kirby Character Season 4 Submissions are Now Open Closed!

Submit your blorbos from the Kirby universe here! ^-^

You'll notice there are already 8 characters on the bracket, these characters are Taranza, Daroach, Susie, King Dedede, Shadow Kirby, Dark Meta Knight, Marx, and Magolor! There's no need to submit these characters since they're automatically in ^-^

Those of you who haven't been around for Season 1, Season 2, or Season 3 may be confused about why Kirby, Meta Knight, and Bandana Dee aren't here, and the answer is that Kirby won Season 1, Meta Knight won Season 2, and Bandana Dee won Season 3, so they will be left out of Season 4 to give others a chance at winning!

Qualifications for submissions

The characters you submit must:

Be a Kirby character, no OCs allowed!

Show signs of sentience! (ex: While Whispy Woods is a tree, he has definitely shown signs of sentience and emotions! Therefore, you can submit Whispy Woods here!)

Not have already been denied entry from Season 1, Season 2, and Season 3 (you can check if a character has been denied by looking in the #poll character: denied! tag!)

Be submitted using the google form found below! If you try to submit a character using the askbox, it will be ignored and deleted!

Rules for Submissions

Do not submit Kirby, Meta Knight, or Bandana Dee, since Kirby won Season 1, Meta Knight won Season 2, and Bandana Dee won Season 3!

Do not submit the characters already in the bracket (Taranza, Daroach, Susie, King Dedede, Shadow Kirby, Dark Meta Knight, Marx, and Magolor!)

You can submit multiple characters, but please don't submit the same character multiple times!

If you want to submit multiple characters, please fill out the form separately for them, instead of submitting them in the same submission!

Characters from the anime and novels are allowed! However, novel and anime versions of already existing characters (specifically characters that we already have a large understanding of from the games, like Kirby, Marx, Magolor, Meta Knight, etc.) will not be allowed!

Only a total of 64 characters will be allowed in the bracket, and 8 slots have already been filled, so only 56 characters will be making it onto the bracket!

Certain characters can be submitted together! (For example (but not limited to): Adeleine and Ribbon, Tiff and Tuff/Fumu and Bun, Lololo and Lalala, and the Mage Sisters!)

Kirby villains/monsters are allowed!

Even if a character has enough votes to qualify, they may be turned down from the tournament! The mod will make a public announcement for the character, and explain why.

And that's basically it! If you have any questions about the rules, qualifications, or about whether or not a certain character fits the requirements, feel free to ask! ^-^

You can submit a character here:

You can find a regularly updating (unless mod is asleep or busy) list of submitted characters (along with the amount of submissions they've received) here!

Need help remembering a character? You can check the Kirby Wiki or WiKirby! (Mod recommends WiKirby!)

The number of submissions needed for a character to be safely on the bracket will depend on the number of submissions this gets, but it'll be somewhere along the lines of 3-6 submissions!

Even if a character doesn't have enough submissions by the time it closes, they'll still have a chance to get in the bracket by winning their Preliminary Round Poll!

The Submission Form will be open until Friday, January 12th at 9pm EST or until this receives 250+ submissions!

Tagging some other tournaments for visibility! Feel free to ignore this if you want!

@tournament-announcer @foundfamilyadoptionagency @ultimate-sword-showdown @ultimate-blorbo-bracket @dumbass-duo-showdown @fuckaroundandfindouttournament @thecatfight2023 @redandyellowbracket @favoritenintendocharacterbracket @gentle-giant-swag @badass-queer-couples-battle @best-bff-brawl @obscurecharactershowdown and anyone else who wants to help spread this ^-^ /not forcing

#kirby character tournament #tournament poll #tumblr tournament #fandom tournament #kirby #kirby series #kirby fandom

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rochelle-echidna · 5 months

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@micheladee tagged me in the "post a couple paragraphs of your WIP" share-a-thon, so figured I'd go through my Word docs and see what I could find - thank you so much for the tag, Michela :)

Truth be told, if y'all will allow me to vent a bit first... it's been a bit of a shitter these last couple years, especially wrt getting any sort of writing done. Never mind with fics (of which I feel awful I've barely started anything new, even the WIP below is from last year) - but I've also been trying to finally write a novel of my own after realising I really, really want to... and the words just aren't coming. Whether it's because of fear of ridicule, fear of failure, fear of not being good enough, fear of financial stresses, fear of whatever... it's been really fucking rough since my spouse and I moved cross-country, and I've def been feeling ashamed at my lack of creative output :(

On the bright side, I'm getting some help with therapy and I'm doing a couple workshops to get me back into the swing of being creative so that I can tackle the work-life balance and not feel like the entirety of my (and my spouse's) survival rests squarely on my shoulders. Whether that means I'll be able to post any new work soon is up for debate, but honestly just taking these baby steps is better than nothing, so I'll take what I can get (and my body + mind can give).

And I know there's no "admission fee" to partake in fandom, but I still feel I'd be remiss if I didn't offer a huge apology for not positing fics recently, and especially for not commenting on fics y'all have made in these last several months - please believe me when I say I see y'all's work and it's great and makes me feel so many necessary things, even if I'm not able to type the words on AO3 atm.

Anyhow, just wanted to share an update with y'all and let you know I'm still here, still alive... just taking it one day at a time for now in order to keep my sanity strong!

Enjoy this little snippet of a WIP below, and I tag whoever so chooses to participate in this game - even if I'm quiet, I love seeing everything you lovely people write :D

When he was thrust back to reality in his own body, there was the usual disorientation that was to be expected of someone summoned through the dark arts. After all, if the infamous Thief King from 3,000 years ago had existed as a separate being before, there was no reason Malik’s other half couldn’t, too. Except… Ryou Bakura hadn’t exactly planned for this extra passenger to crawl his way back from the shadows alongside the former spirit. And what “Malik’s other half” – the phrase enough to make said individual gag – definitely hadn’t expected was for such confusion to be tainted by a profound sadness… one that had permeated his entire being for the last six months. Or however long it had been. Malik had gotten what he’d wanted, Ryou had gotten what he wanted, the Thief King had kind of gotten what he wanted – and all that “Malik’s other half” had gotten was a sense of displacement, dysmorphia and disdain. “You know… he’s welcome to stay here, Malik.” “You weren’t conscious during that damned duel fifteen years ago, host. Just be glad you weren’t privy to his cruelty firsthand.” “He’s right, Ryou. You’ve done enough already. There’s no need to put yourself in more danger.” “But there’s not much harm he can do now. I mean—" “I can hear you all.” Three pairs of eyes had greeted him when he’d first turned over on a – soft – bed. His hands had been bound, and he’d growled and snarled so much that he’d made Malik and the Thief King back up – but not the white-haired man in-between them. “You probably have lots of questions right now. And…” The blush that formed on the man’s cheeks had sent a – strange – shiver down his spine, warming his bound wrists. “I’m sorry I don’t have many answers.” He had merely hmphed at that, avoiding eye contact with his “main personality” and the thief who’d dared face him. Instead, he focused on the wide eyes of the man who must have been called— “Ryou… it’s no use. We need to send him back before he does some real damage again.” “Snap out of it, landlord. Just look at how he’s staring at you.” But the man – Ryou – had just tilted his head and let loose a very small smile. “What’s your name?”

#yami malik #yami marik #malik ishtar #marik ishtar #thief king bakura #thief king #ryo bakura #ryou bakura #deathshipping #ygo #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #my work #text

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the-wip-project · 3 months

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SloMo WriNo: Why Are You Doing This?

And do you really want to?

So it’s February.

The time when all those plans and goals made in a burst of rosy optimism have met the cold realities of daily life.

If you’ve found your groove, and are making progress on your writing, I congratulate you!

But for many people the beautiful goals set in late December have become a tiresome burden by early February.

So it’s time to take stock.

And seriously ask yourself— Why are you doing this anyway?

Reality check. Writing a novel might be something you’ve dreamed of doing for many years. It might be on your bucket list. It might have some golden sheen of self fulfillment, or feel like the creation of a personal legacy.

But if the reality of daily (or frequent) writing is proving to be unpleasant, you might be second guessing all of that. Or the mundanity of actually writing it has you dodging your writing sessions more often than not.

What to do?

Firstly I have to say that you are allowed to quit. And if you really aren’t enjoying the daily (or near daily) process of showing up and putting words on a page, then there’s no reason to force yourself to continue.

Many, many people live happy and fulfilling lives without ever writing a novel. And you might be one of them. If that’s the case, you will be much happier if you’re honest with yourself about putting aside this dream, instead of castigating yourself for your continued failure.

It might feel really scary to let of of the idea.

But you’re allowed to do that. I give you permission. Try viewing it as simply making room to move forward with other hobbies or goals.

There’s no moral superiority of a novel over other forms of writing, like short or flash fiction, poetry, fanfic, or writing your own rpg. If there’s a niche of writing that you truly enjoy, allow yourself to do that and let go of all the ‘should be’.

Taking things further, there’s no moral value attached to writing that makes it superior to any other hobbies either. (And if me using the word hobby here gives you some sort of flinch then that’s something to think about too.) If you quit writing to focus on drawing, or knitting or building Lego kits, then that’s not only good, it’s great that you’ve found something you really enjoy. Writing will always be here to return to if you feel the inclination.

This is probably not what you expected to hear from me this morning, but more than anything I want you to enjoy the process of writing. And if you’re not? Really think about if you want to write a novel, or if you just like the idea of it. And give yourself permission to quit.

Now that all said, what happens now?

If after some contemplation you realize you do still truly want to write a novel, then it’s time to think about how to continue. Especially if you’re struggling. Or drowning.

I want to help you get a handle on what’s really going on.

Meanwhile, I’d like it if you can tell me about any particular challenges you’re facing, or obstacles that I haven’t discussed before.

But most of all, keep trying, adjusting, and trying again. It will get easier if you persist long enough.

—Maree

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kae-luna · 8 months

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🌃//Writeblr Intro//🌃

Hello! Welcome to my corner of the internet. I am Kae Luna. You can call me Kae or Luna. I am pretty new to Writeblr, so please bear with me.

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🌊About My Writing🌊

✨Genres: sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural, action, drama, psychological, LGBTQIA+

✨Subgenres: dystopian, cyberpunk, biopunk, solarpunk, post-apocalyptic

✨Common themes: diversity, anti-capitalism, female empowerment

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Since I like both anime art and storytelling, I'm planning to make light novels. Some of them may be short stories, standalone novels, or series. :3 Going to put some of them on Wattpad and Tapas.

I try to balance unique settings with complex characters.

🌊About Me🌊

I've been writing and drawing since I was little. And before I could write, I would tell my mother my story and she'd write it down for me. I've always had a crazy imagination. When I was a tween, I got into anime and manga, so I learned how to draw in that art style.

I am 25, queer-romantic asexual, and feminine-presenting nonbinary. I identify as both a girl and a demi-boy. You can refer to me as she/her, he/him, or they/them. I don't mind. I'm also white and have ADHD, dyspraxia, anxiety, and depression that prevents me from getting a "real" job.

I'm pretty shy and anxious, but once you get to know me, I may say some weird stuff and dad jokes. I'm a big nerd and simp as well.

I am also a Vtuber, but made this alt identity since I didn't think my work would fit that persona.

🌊About My Blog🌊

Here I am going to post about my WIP stories and some of my art. I will also reblog others' art and writing. Many aesthetics, fandoms, and other stuff may be reblogged as well with tags if it inspires my work.

Here I hope to find more creators to connect with and find some epic creations. Feel free to message me if you'd like, though I am kinda shy. :3

I am okay with:

✨Asks

✨Tag games

✨DMs. I'm happy to make friends. :3

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✨Aesthetics/genres: vaporwave, cyberpunk, pastel, eco punk, nature, grunge, post-apocalyptic, solarpunk, steampunk, fantasy, LGBTQIA2S+

✨Movies: Alita: Battle Angel, Ultraviolet, Aeon Flux, Spider-Man 2, Howl's Moving Castle, Black Panther, The Matrix

✨Shows: Doctor Who, Stranger Things, Umbrella Academy, The Witcher

✨Anime: Death Note, Attack on Titan, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

✨Games: Skyrim, Baldur's Gate 3, The Sims 4, Minecraft, Fallout

✨Cartoons: Aeon Flux, Batman The Animated Series

🌊WIP(s)🌊

Ultra Drive - Intro Post | Directory Post

Links: Wattpad | Tapas (coming soon)

✨Genre(s): sci-fi, cyberpunk, action, drama, psychological, dystopian

✨CWs: government stuff, pandemic mention, gore probably at some point

When AlexiKa was a child, her world was changed forever when her family was forced to immigrate to the imperial city of Venicula after the Ebony Plague - caused by mysterious eumalyptus spores - infected her home town. Now a young adult, she works as a courier (and secretly an anti-corporation activist). When going on a delivery, she accidentally uncovers dark secrets and ends up infected with the same Ebony Plague that haunted her hometown as a child. But when she survives the illness and instead develops superhuman abilities, she joins a mutant resistance group to fight against the Veniculan Empire, the Gaia Corporation, and other mutants with immoral goals.

Adventures in Alsteria - Intro Post (coming soon!)

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✨Genre(s): fantasy, comedy, slice of life, action, adventure, LGBTQIA+

✨CWs: None ATM? Violence probably?

A trans femboy wood elf named Nel finds the homeland of his people - the rain forests of Falinor - and goes on an adventure to form a guild of adventurers! Still kind of in the vibes stage I guess, but I have some ideas formed for lore and characters. :> Something more cute and lighthearted for me to write in contrast to Ultra Drive.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't have much that I can share at the moment due to much of my writing being lost (school assignments or lost on old computers) or attached to other identities. I also had a looong writer's/art block.

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duckingwriting · 8 months

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Loafs of Love

So a post came across my dash - This one here, between @blanche-elizabeth-devereaux and @laureliciousdefinition. And this is entirely their fault. I don't do modern AUs...but...if either(both) of you would like feel free to let me know what your name is on AO3 and I'll mark the fic as a gift to you there.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith (Also John/Abigail and Hosea/Dutch mentioned) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Abigail Roberts Marston, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: modern day AU, just domestic fun, no one dies, Dutch somehow didn't ruin everything

Posted on AO3 for viewing pleasure, but also bellow the cut.

Arthur tapped his foot softly, humming a song that probably didn't actually exist. One that Hosea had sung when he and John were young. One that frequently changed the lyrics. Even little Jack was picking up on the fact that the song did not have the same lyrics when it was sung. And he was barely a year old yet. Not that Hosea accepted anyone telling him so. He would point out that Dutch agreed with him, the song was whatever he had sung at the time. It became a joke between him and John. The pencil eraser found its way to his lower lip as Arthur frowned down at the rough sketch on his book. It still was not quite what he wanted. But he could not figure out what was wrong with it. Deciding to put it off for another time Arthur turned his attention to the couch on the other side of the room, where the sun was barely touching. His lips curled, he grabbed his sketch book, spun in his chair so his back was to the desk and began sketching again.

Charles was snoring softly, a novel opened on his chest, Arthur doubted it was on the page he had been reading judging by the way it had fallen. Charles mouth slightly open and a small wet spot forming on the arm of the couch, one arm across his chest, the other dangling down with his fingers lightly touching one of their dogs. The other was stretched out on the sunny patch. Arthur bit his lip and flipped a page to sketch another picture, focusing in on the hand touching the dog instead of Charles' face.

Then Charles' phone rang and he jerked awake with a snort. Arthur turned his chair back around as he listened to his lover's sleepy voice while answering the phone and the grumble of their dog having to move as Charles swung his feet over the side of the couch to sit up straight.

"No, I wasn't doing anything." Charles muffled a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Arthur who had stopped humming at some point when he had fallen asleep. Standing up Charles walked over to take a look at the sketch he was working on. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders and rested his chin on his head while looking down at the growing design for a new painting. Charles chuckled when he recognized the wedding ring on the sketch finger over a hastily sketched dog knowing it matched the one on his own finger. Unconsciously Charles rubbed his thumb against the smooth band with a slow smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. After finishing the conversation with his father, Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder and tipped his head up so they were looking at each other and gently pressed a kiss against his husband's lips.

Arthur smiled into the kiss with a warm hum, dropping his pencil to the sketch pad on the desk and reached up to loop his hand around the back of Charles' neck and pull him a bit closer. Charles braced his hand on the desk, careful not to disturb the careful organized chaos that was there while slowly deepening the kiss, moving his hand into Arthur's hair. Charles carefully pulled Arthur and his chair away from the desk, sliding his hands to Arthur's sides after turning the chair to face him, and then pulling Arthur to his feet and slowly making his way back to the couch. Arthur arched his neck back after Charles laid him down on the couch, moving his hands to Charles' shirt and beginning to open the buttons while the other man's mouth moved down to his neck. Charles was slowly pushing Arthur's shirt up.

"Mom and dad are going to be here tomorrow." Charles warned, moving his mouth over the bunched shirt to press his mouth against the other man's navel.

"WHAT?!" Arthur sat up forcing Charles to rock back on his heels or risk being toppled over off the couch. Arthur glared at his husband, straightening his clothing while pushing his husband back. "You couldn't have warned me weeks ago?"

"I didn't know weeks ago." Charles sighed and sat on the couch with a sigh. He knew he should have waited to tell his husband until later. But if they had continued instead of giving Arthur time to bake the goodie basket that he knew he would want to make for his parents, then Charles knew he would be in trouble. Possibly even left sleeping on the couch.

"You're going to the store." Arthur pointed at his husband before walking towards the door. Charles sighed but stood up, listening to the sound of dog nails clicking against the wooden floor as both dogs followed with huffing grumbling sounds. Charles was going to open his mouth and ask if it was really necessary, couldn't Arthur just make chocolate chip cookies? His parents would understand after all, it is a surprise visit. But Arthur must be reading his mind because after scribbling a list out on a note pad he pushed it against Charles' chest with a glare. Charles sighed again but took the note before leaning in and stealing a kiss.

"Alright. But I want banana pudding too."

"Then add bananas and vanilla pudding to the list!" Arthur called as Charles walked out the door, letting the dogs run out into their yard.

Charles was pushing his cart around a corner, staring at the list in his hand to confirm that he had everything, when something ran into his legs. Jerking slightly Charles turned his head and looked down to see a smiling boy with a missing tooth.

"Jack," Charles grinned down at the boy, looking up as Abigail came walking towards them. "Abigail."

"Hello Charles." She grinned looking at the supplies in his cart and grinning more. "Arthur watching a new baking show?"

"Parents surprise visit tomorrow." Charles sighed. The woman laughed at his expense.

"Well maybe I'll have to tell John and we can drop in for a surprise visit to his brother and get some goodies too." Abigail winked at him.

"Didn't Hosea teach him to cook too?" Charles grinned.

"If you want to let him burn down your house that's your business." Abigail laughed bumping her hip against him before gathering Jack, reminding him to tell his uncle bye and maybe they would be able to convince daddy to let them go see both Jack's uncles tomorrow.

Charles made a mental note to warn Arthur as soon as he got home. He knew Abigail would tell John to text his brother, but assuming John remembered and didn't get distracted by something else, Arthur rarely remembered to check his phone. Charles could not even be sure it was charged at any given moment.

Arriving at home, the dogs nearly tripped Charles as he went inside. He placed the bags where Arthur pointed before stepping back and smiling at his husband. There was flour in his hair, some kind of batter smeared across his cheek, and his eyes had that warm sparkle that Charles had fallen in love with. Watching him sketching birds out in a park.

"What?" Arthur smiled when he looked up at Charles, his gaze softening a bit as he tipped his head.

"Just watching." Charles grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes but they both knew he honestly had not expected anything different. He pulled some cinnamon sticks out and started crushing it in a mortar and pestle.

"Feed the animals." Arthur waved a flour covered hand towards the door. Charles laughed but obediently went out to feed their horses and the dogs.

"We should order pizza tomorrow." Charles said walking back into the kitchen to continue watching his husband as he whipped something in bowl. "Abigail and Jack were at the store."

Arthur huffed a laugh. "Probably call Dad and Pops then. Might as well make a thing."

"Alright." Charles pulled his phone out to call Hosea, knowing he would be the one to know if they already had plans or not.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Hii i was wondering if you have some mermaid lance fics recs? I have no idea how is the tag in ao3

yes! i haven't checked the mer lance tag in a while so i'm gonna put it here in case y'all want to take a look. but i have 12 works specifically that i can rec for y'all!

amazing plotlines:

Starsong by @tomminowrites

The paladins are crewmates aboard a mercenary space vessel, sent to the outer reaches of the system to investigate the recent disappearance of Empire ships. Keith discovers that the ship's captain, Sendak, has actually been hired to capture a different prize: mermaids.

With siren calls that interfere with ship scanners and songs that mimic the distress beacons of friendly crafts, astral mermaids are a threat commonly believed to be myth among most spacefarers. But when lives are at stake, the crew is soon to discover that one among them is not quite as human as he appears to be...

this story had me GAGGED. genuinely i was in awe. pirate au?? witih mermaids?? in SPACE?? like holy shit!! insanely cool storyline, felt like a movie. highly recommend!!

2. Rest Stop by @flaming-potato-arson

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world.

And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead.

A world that wants him to die.

So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was.

Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him.

Until he has to.

this is an older fic!! baby me was in awe. this was the first wing fic i ever read, and i loved the entire concept here. insanely cool. the worldbuilding was dope and lance's guilt and self-loathing just made so much sense, you really get wrapped up in the emotions of the story.

3. True Affection Floats by @somethingaboutwriting

Under the sea, Lance dreams of living in the human world, disobeying his sister Allura's rules left and right. On land, Keith is tired of his royal life in which nothing ever happens. That is, until his ship wrecks and he is rescued by a mysterious boy with white hair and bright blue eyes.

A fluffy little(ish) fic about two hopelessly oblivious boys falling in love in a Disney universe. What could go wrong?

ARIEL AU ARIEL AU ARIEL AU. sometimes u just have to take a disney movie and make it gay. sometimes u just need that in ur life

4. Son of the (Very Alien) Sea by @phoenixyfriend

In which everything is the same, except Lance was born on the mermaid planet.

(And Blue was left there, too.)

i'm obsessed with this one. it's my fave of the bunch. the entire concept is so cool, and you can tell how much thought went into the fic! i would read seven novels in this universe, the entire premise fascinates me. also, if i remember correctly, this is in hunk's pov and as per usual hunk's pov is elite. oh AND its got like trans everyone, its great!! first thing u should read on this list fr.

cute pieces:

5. it's not enchanted without you by @adelfie

He rolls his shoulders back and shifts into his wolf form. He’s all dark fur and lupine when he raises his head again. Like this, he can match Lance’s height — head to tail. Not that it’s a competition. But still.

-- In an enchanted forest, wolf shifter Keith and merperson Lance are best friends. They're not supposed to be.

(Or, a cute kid fic in which Keith and Lance both have swishy tails and Shiro is Strict™)

okay this fic will rot ur teeth its so cute and sweet. yes its a little sad, especially at the end, but mostly u just want to squish their cheeks. the little wagon just as a concept was ADORABLE.

6. Part of Your World by @floranna

Keith sat at the dock, glaring at the water, wearing only his speedos. It was a bright, warm, and sunny day, with slight enough of a breeze to keep the worst of the heat away. Not like Keith cared or anything like that, of course, but…

Everything spelled that it should have been a beautiful, wonderful day, full of wonderful memories, if only that sharp-toothed half fish would actually show up!

all hail monstertron! i love mer fics where the mer is like. not human at all. pleases me greatly. this one is short and fluffy and most importantly lance has very sharp teeth

everything is the same except lance is secretly a mermaid:

7. Space Bears Aren't Cool by @angstyzebra

When one of his team members is in danger, Lance might have to give up his secret to save them.

He really should have thought this through more.

i will always always always be obsessed with fics where everything is the same except lance is secretly a mermaid. theres just something so chefs kiss about it. its always so fun and dramatic

8. sullen as a sunken ship (and twice as cold) by heyhoneybird

In which Lance Mclain is a merperson, and he'd really like to keep that fact under wraps, thanks.

He's not going to, obviously.

my dumb dumb self read this before i realised it was abandoned and got super invested lol so im inflicting it on u all. come suffer with me and be sad that it is no more

9. Just Keep Swimming by @sevansa

Shiro thinks Lance is hiding something big, he was right. Except, it really wasn't what he expected it to be. // Or the one in which Shiro worries and Lance is totally not a fish.

lance and shiro fic!! im always a hound for fics that explore their relationship, and this one does p well! this is a very early vld fic as well if i recall correctly

spicy:

10. Catch of the Day by @caeseria-k [EXPLICIT]

Keith returns from a hunting trip with a courting gift for his lover, Lance. Instead of the greeting he expected, he finds Lance asleep in his hammock, in human form, laid out like an unsuspecting but extremely desirable feast. Keith figures he might as well get a taste...

[a.k.a. the one where Keith sucks Lance's cock while he's lying in a hammock, and then fucks him with his mer cock on the beach ;) ]

caeseria is always a fun read, and this fic in particular is so descriptive that u cant not imagine it lol. definitely an interesting read!!

11. Courting, Kidnapping, Same Difference by GemmaRose [EXPLICIT]

Lance stared for another second, then two, then dropped his head and slammed his forehead into the floor, breaking the ice there. “Why is this my life.” he groaned.

“I’m- sorry?” the dragon stepped closer, and Lance tilted his head to actually get a proper look at it.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” he sighed, lifting his head to rest in the palm of one hand. “Just, figures that out of everyone I know, I’m the one who gets hit on by a dumbass dragon.”

despite what the title may imply, this one is hilarious. to sum it up with my bookmark notes: lance is so funny he gets kidnapped and two minutes later is like “hey. wanna fuck” truly a bisexual icon

12. Waves by @sanazyung [EXPLICIT]

“I haven’t seen you in a week, I’m stuck with my stupid family while you’re off at your friend’s beach volleyball tournament, you leave me after the most amazing dirty talk I’ve ever heard in my life and all you can talk about when you see me again is my fucking face?”

Hunk winced, smiling sheepishly as he took a hand from Lance’s back to run it through his own hair.

“I’m sorry,” he made puppy-dog eyes at Lance. “Forgive me? Your face is just so pretty manamea.”

Lance felt red dust his cheeks once again, and tried to shake himself out of it. It wasn’t fair that he was the hottest piece of tail under the sea but in Hunk’s arms he turned to mush.

hance! lowkey miss when hance was more popular in the fandom, bc its a lot of fun. best friends to lovers, babey. always hits. this fic in partocular is established relatioship and smutty banter :))

shameless self-plug:

13. Land or Sea, I've Got the Power (If I Just Believe) by me :DD

“You’re a fish,” Keith breathes after several minutes of stunned silence. Lance can’t help the haughty snoot, as ridiculous as he knows he’s being. “Half fish,” he corrects. “I am still very much half god of sexy. You know what, I don’t even have this thing —” he flips his tail, causing Keith to jump, which makes Lance smirk despite himself and the situation — “all the time, so technically I’m only a quarter fish. An eighth, maybe.” “Why the fuck are you a fish?!” --- OR: When Lance touches water, he turns into a mermaid. He does everything he can to keep that to himself -- it's just easier for everyone. What happens when Keith finds out?

im real proud of this one!! it features my fave trope (everything is the same except lance is secretly a mermaid) and dumbass klance banter. enjoy!!

okay i hope that was enough mer lance recs for u!! send any particular trope requests my way bc organising shit like this tickles my brain like u would not believe. its the big girl equivalent of sorting blades of grass by length and colour at recess

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