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[mostlyinthemorning]

We did it! Our little fandom turned 10,000 today!

[tyfinn]

Day 1 of 12 Days of Fandom

On December 8th something very special happened over in AO3. The Schitt's Creek fandom hit 10,000 fics/fan works.

The 10,000 fic was Merry Me by kostia. This delightful holiday fic follows David and Patrick in an AU where they live in the North Pole and work at Santa's headquarters. In this story, Patrick helps David deal with the death of Adelina, and he may have some other surprises in store for David.

Thanks for thinking of me @chelle-68 and @carolrain to do this again this year. I've seen many already tagged in this, but I'm gonna tag @apothecarose @statueinthestone @treluna4 @hippolotamus @a-noble-dragon @mallpretzles @ramonaflow @your-catfish-friend and an open tag for anyone else who wants to show some gratitude this holiday season!!

[saturntheday]

GUYS GUYS GUYS WE PASSED OVER 10,000 RWRB FICS ON AO3 YOU GUYS IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YALL ALL THE FIC WRITERS, COMMENTERS, FAN ASRTIST THANK YOU SO MUVCH fOR YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO OUR FANDOM IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF WHAT WE"VE CREATED IN THE PAST FEW YEARS 😭😭😭 i love each and everyone of you here's a forehead kiss for reading this ilysm mwah <3 🥹🥹🥹

[time-woods]

yes. yes he did hit him with a pipe

(medieval fantasy drama au??)

The Carmine Cavalier (Carma (like karma)) and Sīdus the Fallen star

[afterthelambs]

i adore Maruki as a character because he's simultaneously the most relatable depressing character that will make you cry with empathy, and the goofiest wettest cat loser in the game like what do you mean youre a licensed therapist and your first response to trauma is to brainwash a girl, project ur relationship issues onto a 17 yr old boy, and then rule the world in a golden leotard? bro went from 0 to 100 so fast??? anyway he's like 30% of the reason why p5r works as well as it does

[hearts4arra]

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[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

a study in scarlet seduction

inspired by the absolutely stunning @idliketobeatree's absolutely stunning fic it's not fair (cause you make me ache, you bastard)! if you ever want to read 3k of poetry in fic form AND charles being a little shit, go check it out!! nearly all the labels are direct quotations, though i did have some fun with edwin cursing charles out with edwardian swear words ;)

[talonsin]

being an anti feels like it'd be so exhausting how do y'all have the energy to spend so much time hating when you could do literally anything else

[pixiest1cks]

i'd like to think no matter where he's at in his life, dottore likes to ramble as he works.

no matter if he's prime, or the more ill-tempered scholar from the akademiya or even omega build, dottore quietly mumbles as a habit when he's working.

some things he says aloud are just to commit certain details to memory. in the grander scheme of his plans, the details seem small-- but they hold a crucial grip on the entire project. because of this, dottore reasons that the habit holds its merits.

sometimes, he makes sarcastic remarks when something doesn't go well. short, choppy words that mostly go unheard even by those in his general vicinity. when you first worked under him, he had mumbled to himself like usual (it was second nature at that point). what he hadn't expected though, were your responses.

"stupid thing tightly screwed--"

"do you need a wrench, sir?"

before he could respond, you had one held and ready to hand to him. from then on, you would help him out here and there in his more foul moods and dottore would be lying if he said the additional assistance wasn't helpful.

the mad scientist had found an adequate assistant.

work went by smoother, toning down a good portion of his irritation. it's almost as if having someone to support you (even if it was strictly for work purposes) provided more benefits than he had originally thought. of course, he would never admit that. the most he would do is thank you here and there when you proved to be extra useful.

work continues the same for a while. the interactions grow more frequent and so his musings change from your responses. instead of talking to himself, he talks to you. he asks you for your input, for you to pass him whatever he can't reach from his other desk, he asks for you.

that is, until you're gone one day.

dottore doesn't think anything of it. he's worked alone for his whole life, what's a few days without you? but his segments have been more irritable as of late, resulting in lackluster performance as a whole not only from his segments, but his troops. the fatui are fearful of the doctor, but even more so of an irritated one. you'll turn up eventually and everything will be back to normal, he reasons.

but as the days go on, you are still nowhere to be found in the cold, desolate laboratory. he finally pauses in his work to think about where you could be.

something must've happened. something outside of his jurisdiction. it's not like it's his problem. you might've proved a useful assistant to him, but his work holds utmost priority.

yes, work. back to work.

and dottore mumbles as usual, but it's not the same.

by habit, he calls out for you to hand him something--

but you're not there.

dottore is a scholar first and foremost. all it takes to find you is a little bit of research, so he does exactly that. he finds out you've been working somewhere else, somewhere closer to home to better support your family.

well, that's no problem. he'll have his assistant back as soon as possible, no matter the cost. all he needed to know was your whereabouts.

[notwhelmedyet]

A Fire Shall Be Woken, by Ealcynn. A pair of bindings using the K118 structure, one as a gift for the author and one to keep.

Chapter page illustrations are by Alphonse Mucha, all other illustrations are hand-drawn.

I hope to make a long post later explaining the process in more depth & another to document all my mistakes, but here's the basics.

New techniques learned: Paper marbling, edge marbling, uncial calligraphy, making paste papers, drawing on bookcloth, making paste-filled cloth, fold-out maps

I began work on this project in early September and am completing the finishing touches this week.

Structures:

Binding: K118 tightback

Endpapers: Simple cloth-joined endpapers

Map fold: Turkish map fold

Materials:

Sewing supports: linen tapes

Thread: 30/3 linen thread

Spine lining: Medium weight kozo tissue bonded to linen fabric

Interior paper: Hammermill Ivory, 11x17, hand-cut to 8.5x11

Endpapers: Blick sulphite paper hand-marbled, with masked stenciled silhouettes created with freezer paper

Adhesives: Jade PVA, wheat starch paste, wheat flour paste

Covers: Davey board, laminated full thickness to half thickness

Cover fabric: Studio E shot cottons in Jungle and Emerald; filled with wheat starch paste

Cover decorations: Speedball india ink and Dr. Ph. Martin's calligraphy ink in Copperplate Gold

Inks for maps and illustrations: Speedball black india ink and a selection of watercolors thickened with gum arabic

Dip pens used for calligraphy: Combination of Brause calligraphy nibs and Leonardt tape nibs

Dip pens used for illustration: Nikko G pointed pen nib

Typesetting:

Typesetting program: Scribus 1.5.5

Body font: Coelacanth in 10 pt caption weight

Headings, titles, chapter titles, drop caps: Hand lettered uncial calligraphy, scanned

Illustrations and References:

Frames on colophon, copyright, author's notes and title page: Hand drawn, with inspiration taken from the vellucent bindings of Cedric Chivers

Frames that illustrate each chapter start: Alphonse Mucha from Cloches de Noël et de Pâques

Cover illustrations: Referenced from a photograph of an European beech tree found on iNaturalist.org

Maps of Imladris: Hand drafted with inspiration from the maps of Barbara Strachey, and Daniel Reeve

Map of Eriador: Traced from a map by Karen Wynn Fonstad, with edits made to coordinate with the geography of the fic

Frames on maps: Referenced from a drawing by Alphonse Mucha that @zhalfirin found for me

Special Thank Yous:

To the tightback council of problem-solvers in the Renegade server: Zhalfirin, Eka, @spockandawe who helped figure out many issues with the structure and technique

To the marbling experts in the Renegade server: Marissa, Aether, AGlance, Jenny, Catz, Badgertide, Rhi, and everyone else who helped me figure out beginnner marbling

To Spock for finding the K118 structure and introducing it to the server!

And to Bruce Levy, who discovered the method and shared his discoveries freely with the bookbinding and conservation world.

[scintillyyy]

the thing about transforming jack & janet to be worse than they are in canon is that as a hypothetical i do think it can be interesting if it's done thoughtfully (despite all my normal bitching) (i would also be more interested if there was a lot more dick & tim in this scenario but i digress) (also, why doesn't mandated reporter dana ever get hit with the bad parent stick. i love her, but also. share the love here!! if you're gonna transform parents worse, let's at least remember *all* the parents to transform them.) and listen, sometimes people want their specific blorbos in angsty overwrought situations. i get it, i truly do, actually.

unfortunately. tim drake fic without there having to be a line making sure to mention that he was neglected & his mom didn't want to spend time with him is a needle in a haystack. like. even if the fic in question has no reason to be bringing them up. like they have nothing to do with anything there. but there they are, being bad parents. even if they're dead & tim has to be sad and angsty about them it's always a made up "that one time janet didn't want to spend time with her son", not like. you know. the time she got poisoned to death when tim was only 13. or the time tim tried to pull a boomerang out of his dad's chest with his bare hands. and that ubiquitousness of them sucking in 1 particular way that *always without fail* has to be mentioned even if they're dead and not the focus of the fic is what gets tiring (especially when there is genuinely a ton of canon based angst and happenings that are super interesting to explore or could be used instead for angst with literally no change to the fic that you never ever see in favor of "janet's a misogynistic caricature of a refrigerator mother"), not that people want to imagine and explore scenarios where they suck a little worse.

[mostlyinthemorning]

Does everyone remember approximately million years ago when I asked people to guess how long it would be until the Schitt's Creek fandom hit 10,000 fics? (Okay, actually it was 18 months ago).

The winner of that little guessing game...

...with a guess of November 17, 2023, just 21 days off the mark

is @jamilas-pen!

Honourable mention to @fakingsincerity who guessed December 31, 2023, which is 23 days away.

Congrats!

[rowanisawriter]

fever

ace attorney / nrmt / 6k words / inspired by @periwinkla’s perfect art and tags

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His hands are on his face again. Gentle. Familiar as the first sip of tea, steam still rising from the cup.

“Let me be soft with you,” Miles says, his words hitting Phoenix’s face like all his delicate touches. “You and I deserve a little softness. And a little warmth.”

Fingers brushing the back of his knuckles as he’s handed a cup of tea, a handshake, a thumb pressed to his pulse, a kiss, a caress, and other ways Phoenix is forced to accept a gentle touch.

[chipper-smol]

ngl i would read 100+ fics centered around Loop's identity being revealed to the party

[skz-elle]

Cash or Card?

Chan x Reader

859 words

Warnings: Reader is called “wife”, otherwise no mention of reader pronouns (soft, fluffy, no smut)

Based on a reel on fb where someone answered the question “cash or card” with “husband”.

I wrote this for @kaciidubs but figured I’d share ☺️

Your boyfriend promised he wouldn’t make you buy anything. He promised! So, begrudgingly, you agreed to go with him to the boutique.  One of his acquaintances — a friend from the industry — had invited Chan and the rest of the boys to a private viewing since they had a short break coming up. 

It wasn’t exactly well publicized but Chan was bringing you along too, and this acquaintance was apparently trustworthy enough to know that. They’d arranged a full fitting experience for you while the kids shopped and browsed.  

Something told you it was Chan’s idea, that he was up to something, but you brushed the feeling aside. As soon as you arrived, you were greeted with a drink and whisked away while he chatted with the owner. 

After several hours of being styled (and occasionally seeing whatever Chan had tried on), you were exhausted. Playing dress up with the boys was undoubtedly fun, but it took a lot of energy to keep up with them. 

Just to be sweet, you had decided to buy a few things. It would show gratitude to the owner of the boutique, and it always made Chan happy when you treated yourself. Admittedly, your take away was smaller than Chan’s and most of the other boys. 

You followed one of the stylists to the counter as they carried the few things you had approved. As she began wrapping your choices another associate (who must have missed your entourage of idols) began ringing it up. 

“Will that be cash or card?” She asked. 

Before you could even snap open your bag, a hand at your elbow stopped you.

Chan pressed your hand and bag back down to your side. 

“Husband,” he answered, holding out his black card towards the associate.

The catcalling and whistles from the crowd of kids assured you that everyone in the room had witnessed it. Chan’s eyes were nearly closed from the grin on his face, and he was red from the tips of his ears to his chest, but he seemed thrilled with himself. 

You let him get away with it — at least, in public — because you knew any fuss you made about it would set the kids off even more. You’d have to ask him about it when you got home. 

And you did — the moment the door closed and he leaned in close to kiss you. You stopped him with a hand to his chest. 

“Husband, huh? Feeling a little possessive?”

“Ahhh, sorry, I just couldn’t help it. ‘Boyfriend’ didn’t sound as cool.” Chan blushed, raising a hand to the back of his neck. 

“Pretty sure she knew we weren’t married since, y’know, Stays would lose their entire minds. You better hope she’s paid well and your friend employs people with discretion,” you teased. 

“He made everyone sign an NDA for us,” Chan explained, like he was worried you were really upset about his ‘husband’ comment. 

“Channie, I’m just kidding. It’s okay.” As he breathed a sigh of relief, you tacked on an admission at a whisper. “I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, and he suddenly seemed more relaxed. 

“Yeah, loverboy. I did,” you confirmed, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You removed yourself from his arms to turn back to the kitchen and start figuring out dinner. He cleared his throat. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” You responded. You keep walking, assuming he was following. 

“Turn around a second?”

Apparently, he was not. 

You didn’t expect the sight in front of you when you turned around, but maybe you should have. Chan seemed to be pretty pleased with himself, if the soft smirk on his face was anything to go by. 

He was down on one knee, holding out a ring toward you. 

His usual cheesy pickup lines and goofy jokes were nowhere to be found. He didn’t say a word, just looked up at you and smiled that charmer smile. 

What else were you supposed to do but tackle him to the ground and cover his face in kisses? 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” He manages, before pressing his lips to yours and not letting you actually answer. 

* * *

It’s been two months since you got engaged in your apartment after a shopping trip.

It’s been a month and a half after your vacation with Chan, where you found out he went back to the boutique and bought everything you’d touched with any amount of interest.

You’re at the grocery store with your fiancé, who’s added so many snacks to your grocery cart when you weren’t looking that you can’t even remember what you originally came in to buy. 

As your items make their way down the conveyor belt and the cashier scans them, Chan’s busy browsing the grab-and-go selections around the register.  He doesn’t notice when the total pops up on the screen. 

“Will that be cash or card?” The associate asks.

You push Chan aside just the slightest and answer her with “Wife!”

You’ve never seen Chan turn so red so fast, but his cheeks squish his eyes shut with the size of his grin. 

[itsscottiesstark]

Not to be horny on main but seeing people writing fanfiction!Aziraphale with insecurities about his weight makes me so sad cause I know it's unfortunately based on reality but then I see Crowley's reaction to Aziraphale's body and I'm like yes gurl you're absolutely right I agree with Crowley's sentiment wholeheartedly, get it.