#A WILD FANFIC APPEARS

[beesbeesdragons]

Im writing a fic about wild and his sister (who I named esme bc its cute and works for the story) and dang wild. stop being so sad. just. get good ig

anyway esme is so fuckin funny she thinks shes intimidating when shes like. twelve. meanwhile she wants NOTHING to do with Wild (haha bc complicated feelings) and clings to wind for Reasons (he radiates Big Brother vibes)

she also, very pointedly, does Not Like the master sword rn for ~reasons~ and will yell at sky when she sees it

[ljubitelj-sonca]

Zigaretten und Wildrosen

Chapter 2/11 - Late Winter - the one with the cat

“Come on, let’s go to the others,” Kris said, leaving his arm around Nace to lead him over to his friends.

“No, you don’t—” Nace started, but Kris ignored him.

“Gotta save Martin from Bojan,” he just continued, eyes trained on Bojan still plastered to Martin’s side. “God, he’s so embarrassing.”

But with that sparkle in his eyes and that grin on his lips, Nace didn’t believe a word Kris said.

“Oi, Bojč,” Kris announced the second they were in hearing distance. Bojan perked up immediately and Kris dropped his arm from Nace’s shoulders. “Let’s go for a smoke.”

“Oh shit,” Bojan exhaled, scrambling away from Martin to get his jacket that was hanging over the back of a chair. “Be right back!” Kris marched past him but Bojan was quick to catch up, diving under his arm as if he would evaporate if he wasn’t being held at all times. Kris didn’t seem to mind, adjusting his arm around him before he pushed the door to the garden open.

Link to the chapter in the reblog <3

[majorproblems77]

Something different for you today! :D

So I saw a comic and It's lived rent-free in my head. It's great. I love it when this happens. It's by the lovely @strawberry-catcake, who is extremely talented and you should go and check out their stuff! It's based on the following comic

This was fun, I dont usually write Wild like, at all.

Without further ado, may I introduce, Behind the mirror

:D

[caelwynn]

My best friend hid this little guy in my cupboard to celebrate Choices hitting the halfway point! 🥰

(The mug was also her Christmas gift to me.)

If you've somehow missed my blabbering about Choices, just know that it's a series of four fics that attempts to interweave the characters and lore from Stardew Valley Expanded, Ridgeside Village, and East Scarp, plus several other smaller mods as well. It's got slice of life, flirting, banter, romance, angst, motorcycles, magic, adventuring, and a very cranky Shane. Choices: Summer, just wrapped up yesterday, and Choices: Fall starts on Thursday. All four fics are completely written; they're just not all posted yet.

So, if you're bored, curious, or just trying to avoid going outside for a couple of days, go give Choices: Spring a spin. It'll make that little Junimo so happy!

[weird-an]

“Look, now no one gets the blunt.” Eddie fishes the joint out of the water and grabs Billy’s neck with his free hand. “I think you have to apologize to Steve for that.”

“I don’t have to do shit,” Billy pants, freckles tinged red by his anger. Steve can’t really tell if he leans into Eddie’s touch or tries to pull away from it. Maybe Billy doesn’t know what he’s doing either.

Read more on AO3

[nashidakyouko]

Moving Forward ~ Resident Alien ~ D'asta

Also on Ao3.

Ship: Asta Twelvetrees and D'arcy Bloom

Summary: Asta does not see a spaceship the night she leaves Jimmy, but instead runs into D'arcy and their relationship begins to change

// Domestic abuse warning because of Jimmy // T // MULTICHAPTER. This chapter word count: ~1275

AN: Aliens probably exist somewhere but are not involved in this fic. -

Break Away

That last black eye was the end of it. For real this time. Asta knew that Jimmy would wait, assuming she'd be back. Expecting her to fall back into his arms as soon as he cried wolf about how very sorry he was and it wouldn't happen again. Screw that. Asta had put up with it for many years too long.

Tears flowing down her face, she slipped on the thick ice in front of their—no, his—house. It took all she had to snap back up and dash to her car before Jimmy could catch up. She would escape. She threw herself into the driver's seat, speeding away as Jimmy shouted about how she'd be back—and if she was lucky, he'd still take her.

Some luck.

The night was as dark and murky as her mood. Not a light shone in the sky as she sped off to god knows where. Her cut lip throbbed. A gnarly gouge on her cheek screamed for relief that wouldn't come easy. A few ribs felt like they were being stomped on. Her eye was swelling up, too. Jimmy had been vicious.

The image of a buck permeated her mind. Protection. Protection had to exist somewhere. Dan would take her in, no question. But Asta felt guilty bringing her shit to him again. The guilt of turning her back on him and her people as a teenager still gnawed at her. And all in favor of her abusive husband.

But where else was she supposed to go, anyway?

As she neared the town, she sped so recklessly that she had to screech to a halt when a woman staggered halfway in front of the shoddy little car. An insane action. Before Asta could even wonder who could be that stupid, her eyes met with D'arcy's in the flickering light of an old streetlamp. Asta huffed at her friend's drunken behavior. She begrudgingly pulled over and started to climb out of the car.

Of course, she barely cracked the door open before D'arcy was climbing in through the passenger window. Damn thing never would stay up, some mechanism long since broken. D'arcy grunted as she tried squeezing in. Her ridiculous effort eased some of Asta's tension. She pulled the driver's side door closed and helped drag D'arcy the rest of the way in.

Once she was in, D'arcy laid across the controls and put her head in Asta's lap, awkwardly twisting her neck to face her. Her feet were still halfway out the window. She put on one of her fake accents and said, “What is pretty lady like you doing in place like this? I was sure tonight was going to be a bore, then sweet thing like you shows up!”

Asta rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the smile creeping onto her lips. Before she could tease D'arcy back, however, the redhead's eyes caught on Asta's wounds and a feral snarl erupted from her. In a second, she was sitting upright and gently touching Asta near the bruises and cuts. She didn't touch directly for fear of increasing Asta's pain. Her eyes filled with tears. “What the fuck did Jimmy do to you this time? I swear to God, Asta, when I see him—“

Asta cut her off in a hurry. “I left him.”

Silence.

D'arcy gave her best friend an incredulous look. She'd heard this before, time and again. “I wish you really would... That dick never deserved to lay eyes on you, and you have to fucking know that.”

It was probable—if upsetting—that Asta wouldn't keep away for more than a few days. The pattern followed. Asta pulled away from D'arcy's fleeting touch and looked out to the road. It was such a cold night. No one else passed them by as Asta pondered how she could convince D'arcy she was serious this time. Nothing came to mind.

After a long silence, Asta sighed. “You're right.” A beat later, she surprised D'arcy by continuing, “He never deserved to lay eyes on me.” Asta locked eyes with D'arcy. “And I've stayed with him too long. I'm done.”

Their fingers met on the console, brushing past each other. A thrill shot up D'arcy's spine, and she wanted to scream at herself. Even if Asta left Jimmy for good, it didn't mean anything for D'arcy's fruitless crush she'd harbored forever. Plus, Asta needed a solid friend right now, not a pining loser. So D'arcy folded her hands in her lap.

“Okay. What are you going to do, then?”

“I know my dad would take me, but—“

“Move in with me.” D'arcy interjected, quickly adding, “Well, actually, my lease is almost up. You could stay for a few nights. Then maybe... we could go in on a new place together?” D'arcy looked away for a moment, embarrassed by her own clumsy suggestion.

Asta laughed. “Let me guess, you need someone to cosign on a nicer place so you can spend fewer nights sleeping at The 59.” D'arcy frowned, and Asta realized the suggestion was serious. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Thank you... I guess we'll go to your apartment and figure things out from there...” Asta wasn't sure she was ready to commit to renting yet, but she wasn't going to say no to a place to sleep until she figured things out.

She knew she'd made the right choice when D'arcy grinned at her, twirling the ends of her bright hair.

--

D'arcy's tiny apartment wasn't far. Since she'd wisely left her car at the 59, her parking space was empty. Actually, most of the spaces were empty—people didn't like living in these run-down apartments. It had been a while since Asta had been here, since D'arcy spent most of her time at The 59.

D'arcy ran around to the driver's side and held out her hand to help Asta out. “Allow me to escort you.”

The smile quirking on Asta's lips burned where they were split, but she didn't mind it much. Smiling was worth a little pain. She winced as D'arcy pulled her arm a little too quickly, a pain shooting through her side. Those ribs needed to be iced. When D'arcy hesitated, Asta waved it off. “Don't worry about it. I'll be fine after some rest. Promise.” Asta offered the pinky on her free hand.

D'arcy knew better than to suggest Asta get looked over at the clinic. The only time Asta had let herself be patched up after a Jimmy thing was when he'd thrown a glass at her and she needed stitches on her arm. She never wanted to answer questions about how she'd been hurt, so she never gave Dr. Hodges a formal occasion to ask. D'arcy unhappily twined her pinky with Asta's.

As soon as they got inside, Asta made a beeline to the freezer for ice. From the nearby coat closet, D'arcy grabbed an old water-proof bag she used for especially bad hangover headaches. She promptly took the ice from Asta and filled the bag with cubes. There were medical supplies in the bathroom, and D'arcy hurried to grab them. She gestured for Asta to take the bed in her little room. In her current state, Asta wasn't foolish enough to protest the courtesy.

Within minutes, Asta was as fixed as she could be tonight. She fended off a sigh, knowing her ribs couldn't handle it. There was only silence as she iced them, giving herself time to brood about a future she suddenly couldn't see the shape of.

D'arcy solemnly watched her from her sleeping bag on the floor until they both drifted into fitful sleep. They'd deal with everything later.

--

AN: I'm not sure if I'm going to have Sam Hodges die yet. Either way, there won't be as much focus on Asta's work life as on the show. Also I'm just having D'arcy have red hair from the beginning for simplicity.

Comments and reblogs are love! Thanks for reading!

Updates will be irregular but will happen.

And because she asked me to, I'm tagging my friend @specialinterestshows

[d-naggeluide]

Ace's Vivre Card isn't the only thing sewn into the ribbon of Luffy's straw hat.

[batrogers]

Summary:

The Chain left a strange, dark world connected to Wild's that their companion had never seen before and, while there, Legend picked up a few things to study in more detail including one very strange purple flower. The pollen seems to get everywhere, and all it takes is one slip to get a bit on his tongue. It's only a little bit. He'll be fine.

Rated G. Bad drug trip, unreality (via Link's Awakening trauma), hurt/comfort. No restraint involved.

Legend & Warriors

[gingiekittycat]

Hello Gingie! I enjoy all your Good Omens fic but I want you to know how much I am loving Tether in particular! "You can call me Terry"???? Well thanks, now I'm crying on my lunch break 😂

Hello and thank you so much! I'm so happy you're enjoying it. And I cried while driving my car when I thought of the "Terry" bit so... We're even? 😉

[arson-09]

The Vibes of my fanfic through songs

An ongoing mini series of lyrics from songs that relate to the fanfic im currently writing. The fic is still unpublished but i am working on it :)

From Eden by Hozier

Babe There's something wretched about this. Something so precious about this. Where to begin? Babe There's something broken about this. But I might be hoping about this. Oh, what a sin

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door

It seems to me that every relationship (platonic or romantic) that Tamlin finds himself in starts because he’s curious about them, drawn to them. Rhysand, Lucien, Feyre. Maybe it will end well this time

[talshiargirlfriend]

Hey look, it’s a Boxing Day treat for the Tripolers! 😘😘😘

Feelings and kissing and something silly 👀

[wannabe-british-fangirl]

If I Were Perfect For You

Your name is Henrik Egerman, and you are madly, hopelessly in love with your stepmother. Do you realize how many mortal sins that involves?

A fanfic inspired by Stephen Sondheim's A Little Night Music.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 2,156 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anne Egerman/Henrik Egerman

[autumnsup]

So I wrote a thing that's been rattling around in my brain for a few weeks... my first Velvet Goldmine fic ever! Arthur Stuart is probably the character I feel the most connected to, so most of the story is shown through his eyes, with a couple NSFW moments. Not sure if I will keep going in this vein, but I had fun with trying my hand at writing some of the characters, including the mysterious brooch of Wildean origin. Special mention goes to @mangle-my-mind and @moonage-xx-daydream , whose fic inspired me to write my own. 💖

[stardustandash]

Merrin has never encountered a smell like Bracca when stepping off a ship. It is sharp, metallic, like blood on her tongue. The scent of a million rusting ships left broken across the landscape, crushing anything growing beneath their weight. Even here in the starport she can see them looming over the low, ramshackle buildings like a mockery of mountains. She doesn’t like it.

A short fic based on that conversation in Survivor where Merrin says she spent a day on Bracca.

Word Count: 2,592

[nashidakyouko]

If We Have to Go ~ D'asta (D'arcy/Asta)~ Resident Alien

Also on Ao3

SPOILERS FOR S3 OF RESIDENT ALIEN.

Ship: D'arcy Bloom and Asta Twelvetrees.

Summary: This could be the end, but at least D'arcy and Asta were together. // Word count: ~1100 // Rating: T

AN: I inserted a scene before Harry shows up in the S3 finale because D'asta is underrated. Asta would have broken the universe to find D'arcy and I am HERE for it. Also this is a bit cheesy, but I wanted that delicious cheese.

-

The only thing that mattered now was that Asta had found her. Sure, everything else sucked something fierce—of course D'arcy fucked up sneaking a bomb onto a spaceship. But Asta was here now, holding D'arcy's hand through the bizarre, horizontal cell bars. Guess the hand-holding sitch was a mixed bag, too, since it meant they were in an actual alien prison—or would it be a brig?—and they were still probably going to die.

They were definitely going to die.

And then everyone on Earth was going to die, too.

The shit-uation was about the worst D'arcy had ever been in. Alien brig, end of the world, freak that wanted to eat them. His ominous, creep-tastic presence had put the slightest damper on D'arcy's mood. She'd been thinking they were going to live somehow. Not so much with people-eater salivating over there.

But if they had to die, she was unspeakably grateful that she'd be with Asta in the end. D'arcy's grip tightened just enough that Asta gave her a quizzical look. Instead of asking what was on D'arcy's mind, Asta squeezed back while raising an eyebrow. A nervous little smile played at the corners of her lips.

After a long moment, D'arcy let out a defeated sigh. “If I have to go out, I hope you're the last thing I see. Don't know how these little alien shits are gonna kill us, but as long as I'm seeing you—not them—I think that'll be enough. I mean, just barely. This still royally sucks and I don't think I could've fucked up worse. But seriously, I meant it earlier. I just love you. It's better just 'cause you're here, y'know?”

Asta stared with eyes both wide and soft, pushing herself away just a bit from the bars. “Yeah, I do know. I hate that it came to this. I hate that you tried to do this alone. But I was afraid I'd never see you again, so at least I did get to hear that laugh one more time.” Her smile was shy, yet brilliant. “Circumstances being what they are, I'll take the win...” She looked away, pensive for a while. “Even if they separate us to kill us, don't look at them. Close your eyes and think of me. I mean, if you think that would help.” Embarrassed, Asta began to pull her hand away.

D'arcy held fast. “Same to you. If we have to go out like this...” She shook her head. “... I'm sorry about all this, Asta.”

“You aren't one of the grey aliens bent on destroying the planet—unless you've really kept it close to the chest—so there's not much point in you apologizing... Though it is true you fucked up by trying to do this alone, and I am still a little mad about it.” Asta grinned. “Well, I guess that means you do have to apologize, huh? But what I mean is that if we die, none of that will matter anyway. I want us to be okay in the end. Always.”

The Mantid in the nearby cell spat loudly, clearly annoyed at the sappy conversation happening between these dumb, delectable humans. He just wanted to eat them already. Twin glares zeroed in on him. He took a step back and decided that these two might be a bigger threat than he initially thought. For now, other prey was the best choice. He scurried away in a hurry.

Asta cackled as he fled. “He ruined the moment for sure, but damn, at least we could scare the shit out of one alien tonight.”

D'arcy, however, got caught on that first part. “Moment?”

“I mean, yeah? Our beautiful moment of reconciliation before our inevitable deaths?”

D'arcy looked sharply away, wrenching her hand from Asta's. “O-oh, yeah. That kind of moment.”

“Of course? What did you think I meant, D'arce?” To say Asta was perplexed by D'arcy's sudden change was an understatement.

“Oh, nothing! We're totally and completely on the same page. Beautiful reconciliation. Same page, same page. We did great on that one! Good for us!” The wild gesticulating of D'arcy's hands and the edge of panic in her voice betrayed her words, but didn't necessarily clarify anything for Asta.

“Why are you being weird all of a sudden?” Asta tried repeatedly to catch D'arcy's eye, but the redhead steadfastly avoided her gaze. “C'mon, if you've got something to say, this is probably the last chance you'll ever have to say it.” As she spoke, Asta's mouth went bone dry.

Shit, the same thing applied to her. Last chance. Maybe Harry would save them, but this could be the last chance. That also meant the last chance to screw things up so bad that D'arcy might kind of hate her in the end. So which was more unacceptable? Missing the last chance to tell her, or risking her being upset about it?

Her brain short-circuited, leaving her staring into the middle distance with her hand half-way reaching to the person dearest to her in all the world (in a different way than Jay, of course, but that wasn't the point right now).

D'arcy didn't notice, but that was mostly because she still wouldn't look directly at Asta. She'd tried to say her piece earlier. Couched it in potentially platonic words or whatever, but she'd told Asta, hadn't she? She'd even told her again! But both times seemed to fly right over her best friend's gorgeous, perfect, amazing, and very stupid head.

The two of them sat in contemplative silence for far too long. When they finally looked at each other, the world faded away again. The only thing that mattered now was that their eyes met. Sure, everything else was truly some bullshit they were in. But their eyes still met.

There wasn't enough space between the cell bars to properly do what had to be done.

That didn't stop them from trying.

Hands tangled together again as they drew close to those damned bars. Yeah, there was just barely enough space to do one very important thing.

So together they leaned in and kissed.

The cold, slick bars of the cell pushed against their cheeks, but who even cared anymore?

The words were still stuck in their throats, but right now this mattered more.

They finally managed to meet in the middle.

Please don't let this be the only time. I don't want to have to go.

--

AN: Thanks for reading!

Also for the love of god, if you like this ship let your feelings be known SOMEWHERE. I'm so sad how little stuff there is for them. I mean, even my straight mother has repeatedly said they should be canon, so where are the other fans??

DISCLAIMER: I obviously do not own Resident Alien but I'm Fandom Old and feel compelled to still use a disclaimer.

I DO claim naming the ship D'asta. I haven't seen anyone really give it a name and that one is sitting RIGHT THERE.

(can y'all believe I posted something after 3.5 years and it ISN'T in the Avatarverse? Truly wild)

[beautifulterriblequeen]

ask game: 5, 8, 20!

YES MORE GOOD VIBES LET'S GOOOO

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

Regardless of fandom, one of my favorite things in fics is when writers use a lot of detail in one area just because they wanna. Just go ham and infodump. Absolute big brain and I love to see it, tell me about the eggshells tell me about the flower's unlikely discovery tell me about the sound of that specific engine, go off nerd I am sitting raptly.

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

I hope more people come to appreciate the full arc in the last four seasons of The Dragon Prince for the writing and plotting skill it displays. S4 established the new normal and set the stakes. S5 blew us out of the water and upped those stakes dramatically. We're all quaking in our boots for what's coming in S6, and S7 will probably murder us (affectionate).

The creators and writers of this show are professionals. This is their whole job, this is what they do. And as a grownass adult I'm gonna appreciate their effort and expertise and technical skills because it's hard work, and they're out here killing it and making it look easy!

I love this show I love its writing I love everything I see in it, aaaah

20. your very first fandom!

This one's hard to answer without knowing how you're defining "fandom", but probably the MCU. Love me my God of Stories.