#And I won't start this fic before StR is done

[queenofbrooklyn]

Okay has anyone read the book In Five Years? Cause it was super super sad but it DID give me a NOT sad Sparah fic idea.

Spot has a dream before the strike, a vision- if you will. In the dream he wakes up in a room he doesn't recongnize and on the bed next to him is a note that says “in the garden. There’s coffee, I love you” and he explores this room he doesn’t know, finds coffee just how he likes it on the stove, sees his cane propped by door, with no memory of putting it there. An open window blows lace curtains in, and leads to a fire escape, which he follows up.

He’s greeted by Sarah, hair up, hands dirty in the garden. He doesn’t know her. He’s never seen her before, but he can tell she loves him by the way she looks at him. They talk, Sarah makes plans for the day while Spot tries to make any of this make sense. Eventually he wakes back up in his bed in the lodge house. No time has passed, the strike hasn’t started yet, he hasn’t met Sarah Jacobs yet.

[invinciblerodent]

man, Astarion's early romance is sad as hell if you do it while fully aware of the entire story.

I also haven't the foggiest as to why I was struggling so hard to get (and keep) Astarion's approval previously. I have barely said anything different, and it's like I'm getting +3s and +5s when I don't even mean to; already at 40+ literally less than 9 hours in. I'm level 3 and have yet to as much as glance at the goblin encampment.

all I do is 1.) rest more frequently, even when it's not strictly necessary (though as a sorcerer it is more necessary than it was as a cleric), and 2.) sometimes I opt for saying the kinda funny thing instead of the nicest, most selfless thing possible.

Hell, I'm technically even nicer in some respects than I was on my bona-fide "Hero" playthrough, and yet, he's already propositioned Iona. The Weave scene was last night- maybe it's a bit of fear (and a twinge of.... slight jealousy, per chance?) that Gale will swoop in for the metaphorical kill if he dallies. Or maybe the "game" needed a next level, and he thought of fucking her before holding her hand would have even occurred to him. (Yes, I know that's sad.)

I do wish there was a way to drag out the will-they-won't-they a bit longer, but I guess headcanon/fic will have to fill in the gaps- with them both being elves, they do have a lot of alone time on their hands, while the others are asleep.

This is may be the 6th or so time I've rested, and with 4 hours every night to talk/hang out, they should be starting to feel fairly (and so fucking weirdly for the both of them) comfortable around one another. Not like, "I'll share with you my deepest, darkest secrets and trust you with my life" comfortable, but more "if you ask, I might share with you a heavily abridged version of my story that conveniently omits the majority of my uglier thoughts and feelings".

I can almost take this cute shot at face value, meanwhile in the backs of their minds, they're both thinking what amounts to "I've done much worse for far less".

(it's also kinda funny how he's using all of his 8 str to toss around this also 8 str, tiny sorceress. god but they are both so fucking weak.)

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

I'm sorry I only just finished reading this now...Where do I even begin with this magnificent fic?! ;w; I could go on and on about it, but I shall surmise in dot points:

How did you make me care about a one-off characters in less than ten paragraphs?! You've definitely got a way with words. I feel for Iwao Takehiro and it was fantastic to get insight from him into how Orihime and her brother's arrival stirred up everyone's interest. I feel for Shinmura Saeko and her wish that she had a girl.

It also really got me think, what the heck did Orihime's neighbours think about her strange guests? That weird as TV, the strings of conversation they'd pick about a 'Soul Society', 'Shinigami', etc. And then there's so funny moments thrown in there - like when Iwao thought he'd have to go true crime on Hitsugaya, it was so bizzare and funny I couldn't stop grinning afterwards.

Hitsugaya's immediate reaction after the call in terminated is exactly how I imagine it would be! I always saw it as he'd get outside, trying to catch a breath, but then he'd just go walking to nowhere in particular, trying to cope with what just happened. You conveyed a sense of claustrophobia, with the feeling of everything closing in on him and everything, his body, his heart, pressing in too close. It was so heart breaking to read but so true to the character I feel

I was so excited when I realised this fic is focused on a friendship that I wish got more screen/panel time!! I love how you explored it here, from Hitsugaya wondering just how involved Orihime should be in not just the impending war but also just in the realm of Shinigami, to Orihime knowing something is going on with Hitsugaya and knowing he won't talk about it directly just goes about trying to look after him and make sure he's okay.

That section with Gin and Aizen...whoa! Now I want to know what Gin thought of Hitsugaya. We get a few tibets in cannon material, but reading Gin's thoughts as he assess Hitsugaya has me so intrigued and realise the potential. I love the water metaphors you used with Aizen, really links back to zapnakuto's name.

The DON QUIJOTE scene was great! Hitsugaya just being done with shopping before even starting it is exactly how I imagine he'd react to going shopping. Then it gets serious with all the things that are reminding him of Hinamori, and I just ;_;

Him carrying Orihime's bag was oddly cute XD

Also, great to see a mention of the Soul Society Train TM.

The conversation they have about her brother was sweet and sombre. Finding out that she told certain things for the first time to Hitsugaya because she didn't want to worry her friends made me pause for a moment. It's sad but also weirdly sweet that she feels comfortable telling him some deep and personal things she wouldn't tell anyone else.

I love that Hitsugaya is [internally at least] considerate of Orihime, wishing he'd chosen a different dinner after hearing about how the bento boxes remind her of her brother and thinking about how she would come home to her apartment alone. It's because of this he chooses to be a listener for her and then write his name on the placard, beautiful stuff!

And now for some of the lines I really liked:

"The answer is no and Hitsugaya is afraid that if Hinamori is left alone with this particular sadness, it will kill her. He'd left her alone. The answer is, he doesn't know if he can do anything else. He doesn't know how to be the person who can." Not going to lie, that made me pause for a moment. Beautifully put and so sad ;__;

"By the time she's finished, Hitsugaya feels like he's lived four new lifetimes." Also love the wording of this sentence, it conveys just how good of a storyteller Orihime must be!

"Hitsugaya tries to imagine Kurosaki Isshin driving a car." Ooof, that lines hurts a little! And then not even eight lines later. " "For that story. About Nagano. Kurosaki's father seems very kind." " I can't even!! Great job here!

"Another time, she watches the boy walk down the street with a large block of cheese held carefully in both hands, like an offering." After reading about how he hates cheese but what Orihime used to do with cheese, I may have said 'Aw' aloud...may have.

All in all, thank you so much for writing this, I absolutely love it and will undoubtedly come back to read it again and again! :D

Fic: D O N K I

Characters: Hitsugaya (POV), Orihime; also ft. Hinamori in absentia, Orihime’s neighbors, Aizen and Ichimaru, and the Worm TV Rating: G Word Count: ~8k Tags: it turns out the appliances need to be fed, Grocery Shopping, Advance Team Arc, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Aizen Sousuke

Summary: Hitsugaya needs a quiet place. Orihime needs a therapist, or maybe a travel agent. Orihime gets Hitsugaya. Hitsugaya gets–

Notes: This is for @rays-of-fire-and-ice​​, who asked for Hitsugaya POV, right after Chapter 224 and his conversation with Hinamori via worm TV. Wishing you the happiest of anniversaries, and I hope this fic brings you even a modicum of the pleasure that your presence in fandom brings me! <333

[Read it on AO3!]

Preview: 

“Whuh�� Whaaaat is it doing??” Inoue squeaks. “Toushirou-kun, I have neighbors, I–It’s not going anywhere, is it?”

Hitsugaya frowns. “It’s probably hungry.”

“What does it eat?” Inoue asks. It does not escape Hitsugaya’s notice that this is her first question, particularly given that her next ones are, in order: “Where is its mouth? Does it have a mouth? Wait, what do you mean ‘it’s hungry’?” and “What is it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never personally owned one,” Hitsugaya replies, which seems like a decent catch-all. It’s supposed to be a television. It’s a secure line to Soul Society. At the time, the care and feeding of such a thing had not seemed immediately pressing.

But now the television is moving very quickly. Its tendrils gather in the creases of the ceiling and Hitsugaya curses, scanning the room. There’s a booklet, he’s pretty sure. Or there’d been one. There’s another pop as the far-side appendages remove themselves from the wall.

“Umaibo!”

Hitsugaya whirls around, just in time to see Inoue’s entire forearm swallowed by purple.