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psychedelicstardust-gvf · 1 year ago

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Chords of Desire | Part One

Jake x Danny x Reader

3.8k words

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: spanking, crying, slight voyeurism, brief mentions of alcohol, BDSM themes, M!Doms/F!Sub, praise kink

Author's Note: I wrote the bones of this fic a few years ago with a different pairing in a different fandom, but I wanted to rewrite it completely because I could not get this idea out of my head. I also had to rewrite basically all of the smut because I originally wrote this about three guys. I’m telling you this because some of my old writing style is still lingering and it makes me want to rip my hair out!

Summer has always been an awkward time for you. Your job as a teaching assistant is inactive during the summer months, and you’ve always taken the summers off school to recover from university classes, so the empty months of June and July are always a difficult adjustment. You’re hoping this summer will be different though.

Just over a year ago, you began a relationship with two beautiful boys, Jake and Danny. Your one-year anniversary was just last month, but you hadn’t been able to celebrate much since the boys were wrapping up their tour and you were busy with finals. Now though, they would be coming home to spend the summer with you, cooped up in the house doing whatever you all please. Or at least that’s what you’d thought would happen.

It's been two weeks since Jake and Danny have been back from their tour, and you have barely seen them. They jumped right back into writing and rehearsals as soon as they got back, and they rarely spent time in your shared apartment. They would leave early in the morning and wouldn’t return until late at night. You would be asleep by then. That is if they came home at all, instead of opting to sleep somewhere closer to the studio.

You understood that their work was important, and not only did they pick up most of the bills, but it was also their passion, so who are you to tell them not to work so much? Even so, you couldn’t help but grow lonelier as the days passed without the comforting touch of your boys.

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Jake arrives home around one in the morning. After wrapping up at the studio earlier, he had gone out drinking with Josh, so he wasn’t surprised to see Danny’s shoes next to yours by the door. Even though it had only been a few hours, he was still just as eager to see his boyfriend as he was you. He kicked his own shoes off, placing them gently next to yours before tiptoeing further into the apartment, being mindful of his volume so he wouldn’t wake you.

As he made his way down the short hallway to your shared bedroom, he sees Danny standing outside the door, leaning against the frame as he peeked in. Curious, he furrows his brow and chuckled slightly as he approaches the taller man from behind. “Danny?’ he finally calls out.

The taller man quickly whipped his head around and brought his index finger to his lips. “Shh, she’ll stop if she hears us.” He stepped aside, carefully pushing the door open a bit wider so Jake could take a look for himself into the dimly lit bedroom. There, he saw you, naked, laying on your stomach, humping a pillow, and with three fingers working their way rapidly in and out of your entrance. You let out soft, lewd moans as you worked yourself, and quietly, but desperately were begging for both of your boyfriends to fuck you.

Jake was furious. There was one strict rule you were expected to follow: NO TOUCHING YOURSELF WITHOUT PERMISSION.

Yet, there you were, very obviously breaking that rule.

Jake was about to storm in and stop you, but Danny held him back, shaking his head and placing a hand on Jake’s arm. “No, she’s almost there, just let her finish,” he said with a smirk.

Jake didn’t want to let you get away with breaking the rules, but the look on the gentle giant’s face stopped him in his tracks. He reluctantly stood back in his spot, watching intently as you came all over your fingers and the poor pillow you had been violating. You collapsed onto the bed, trembling as you continued to let out little whimpers while coming down from your high, soon rolling over and falling into a deep sleep.

When Danny deemed the coast clear, he signaled Jake to follow him, instructing him to get rid of the pillow while he went to grab a washcloth to wipe you down. They worked meticulously, side by side, to clean you up and tuck you into the covers of your shared bed. In the process, they discovered a pile of mini liquor bottles scattered around the floor around the bed, leading them to believe you were drunk off your ass.

Once they were done, they headed out of the bedroom to talk.

Jake entered the living room first, Danny close behind, and they both settled into the couch cushions, Jake throwing his head back in exhaustion. “What’s gotten into her? She knows better than this,” he states, shaking his head and replaying the image of you with your fingers deep inside of yourself, mumbling their names.

Danny chuckled, pulling him closer to his side, mindlessly running a hand across his scalp. “We haven’t been doing our jobs, Jakey. Really think about it, we haven’t been around to even hold y/n lately. Our girl is feeling neglected.”

Jake couldn’t deny the truth of his boyfriend’s statement, but that still wasn’t any excuse in his book. “You’re right, but y/n could have-“

Danny already knew what was coming and he didn’t want to hear it. He leaned down and connected his lips with Jake's, effectively cutting off his sentence, and kissed him lazily for a few seconds. He began to pull away but was stopped by a hand making its way into his curls and pulling him closer to Jake’s face. They fought for dominance in the kiss, but it was no use as Danny easily took control, setting a steady pace. Danny swallowed all of the whimpers being pulled from the man next to him and reached back to knead the clothed flesh of Jake’s ass as the kiss continued.

Jake finally pulled away looking like a hot mess. Danny trailed his eyes from Jake’s, down to his lips and back up again, before pulling him into his chest again. “When was the last time we did that to each other?” Danny asked, resuming his previous motion of running his hand through Jake’s hair.

He opened his eyes, still doing his best to hold himself together after that unexpected kiss. He wanted to give Danny a definitive answer, but he couldn’t. He was drawing a blank. They hadn’t had a lot of time alone during the tour, and since they’ve been back, they’ve basically been with Josh and Sam every day as well.

Danny gave him a soft smile, already knowing Jake wouldn’t be able to answer. He could barely remember himself. “Exactly. So just imagine how y/n feels, always being here alone every day. At least we are with each other when we’re not home.”

Jake thought carefully about the situation, wanting to see things through your eyes just like Danny was able to. He’d been so caught up with the band that being intimate with his lovers didn’t even cross his mind, not once. And he suspects it is probably the same for Danny, the way he gets so involved in the band as well; everything else ceases to exist. They had promised you they would care for you and give you the love you needed, but lately they hadn’t been fulfilling that promise. Jake felt a wave of guilt begin to wash over him. Although your actions were inappropriate, they were justifiable.

Jake brings Danny in for another kiss. He smiles, “Thank you, Daniel, you always know how to put things into perspective.”

Danny caressed his boyfriend’s tan skin, grazing his fingertips over his cheekbones. “I love you, Jakey.”

Jake wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you too. Now we need to show y/n we love her just as much.”

They stayed cuddling on the couch for a while longer, before deciding to call it a night and cuddle in their bed with you. They were going to make up for their behavior towards you very soon.

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You were pacing back and forth outside of your boyfriends’ home studio biting your nails nervously (really just the second bedroom but still). You needed to come clean about what you did the other night. You had to tell the truth, or it would eat you alive.

Your memory was foggy about the details, but you remembered enough. When you woke up the morning after, you were naked, squished between your boyfriends, and the memories started flooding in. You could remember drinking, but you couldn’t remember how much. Then as you started replaying the events of the night before, guilt became the dominant emotion. You had touched yourself. You’d touched yourself without either of your lovers there. Sure, you had been feeling a little lonely and sad, but that was no excuse to do what you did.

You felt tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away and took a few deep breaths. You needed to keep it together if you were going to tell Jake and Danny what happened.

When you awoke this morning and heard music coming from down the hall, the first thing you felt was relief that your boys were going to be home today, but that feeling slowly faded into lingering anxiety about what you and done and the need to tell them. You were so happy they were here, but you thought you might have more time to come up with an excuse, or even forget about it completely so you didn’t have to face it.

You took one last deep breath to calm your nerves before opening the door slowly and taking a step inside the room, preparing yourself for whatever may happen. You shut the door behind you, turning to look at your boys, completely immersed in whatever riff they were working on that it took a minute for them to notice you standing there. Jake was the first to realize your presence. “Hey, pretty girl,” he said, pausing his playing and setting his guitar down on a stand near where he was seated. “What brings you here?” he attempts to lightly joke, but his demeanor changes slightly once he takes in the sight of you.

You still stood in front of the door, nervously fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt that hung to the tops of your thighs. Jake eyed you curiously, raising an eyebrow as if to say what's wrong?

Danny is next to speak up, noticing your nervous fidgeting. “Babe? Is everything okay?” He starts to stand from his drum kit and move around to the front of it, but no closer to you.

Your mind drew a blank at the worst possible moment. Your throat felt dry, and your stomach flipped upside down as you fumbled for anything to say. You felt like a wreck.

Danny, now concerned about your lack of response, walked across the room and took your hands in his. “Hey, you’re okay. Take a deep breath and tell us what’s going on. You’re safe.”

You looked up to meet his gaze and saw the worry written all over his face. You stole a glance behind him at Jake who wore a similar expression. Then you heard Jake’s voice, “Hey, you’re okay. Like Danny said, just breathe,” he paused inhaling loudly while indicating for you to copy him, then exhaling for a few seconds.

Again, Danny spoke up, squeezing your hands once, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Did something happen?” Jake interjected.

You took in as steady of a breath as you could manage, before letting it go and looking back to the floor. You couldn’t possibly face them while telling them this. You nodded your head, “I… I touched myself without permission,” you whispered into the room, hoping the noise would slip past their ears, but nonetheless, they still heard you in the quiet room.

At this point, you couldn’t hold back your tears; it was just too much for you to handle. You felt the tears start to slowly drip down your face, but made no effort to stop them.

The already silent room seemed to grow quieter as the seconds passed. Now that they knew the reason for your nervousness, Jake and Danny gave up on fighting the sly smirks that were threatening to spread across their faces since you walked in earlier. They never wished for you to cry, but this kind of cry… the kind that comes when you’re confessing to doing something naughty, was their favorite one. They got off on it.

Danny dropped your hands after a few moments. “Y/n, you didn’t!” he dramatically exclaims, a smile creeping along the corners of his lips.

“You know better, y/n,” Jake wore a similar expression.

You were upset; with your eyes trained on the floor beneath your feet, you missed the sly expressions on your boyfriends’ faces, and you were so overwhelmed with guilt that you couldn’t pick up on the exaggeration in their tones. You just heard their words and felt them cut through you like sharp knives. The only thing you hated more than anything else in the world was disappointing the men you loved. It hurt every fiber of your being.

You were sobbing now, unable to calm down enough to explain yourself properly. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… I- I was lonely, and I missed you so much, and I- I uh,” you couldn’t finish. Your emotions were running wild, and you didn’t have the strength anymore to get them under control. This kind of reaction might seem excessive to anyone else, but to you, this was your pride. You loved it when your boyfriends called you a good girl, a pretty girl. But your behavior the other night was anything but good. You were bad, and you know how much your boys like you to be their good girl.

Jake smiled, rolling his chair over to you and pulling you into his lap, making you straddle him as he began to rub circles into your lower back. Danny crouched beside you both, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth to gently kiss your knuckles. You couldn’t fully understand what was happening, just giving in and burying your face in Jake’s neck, allowing their soothing touches to calm you down.

After a minute of waiting for you to calm down, Danny looked up at you from his crouching position with a compassionate smile, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his thumb. “Y/n, guess what?”

You had stopped crying, finding solace in Jake’s lap and Danny’s hand on yours. You came out of hiding from Jake’s neck and rested your temple on his shoulder, sniffling a few times.

“What?” you croaked out, throat already a little hoarse from crying, blinking away any remaining tears from your eyes.

Jake kissed the top of your head before nuzzling your hair with his nose. “We already know.”

You popped your head up, eyes wide in disbelief. “You do?” you asked in a surprised tone.

Danny giggled, reaching up to wipe another tear that had spilled from your eye. “That’s right, baby, we saw you.” He pulls your right hand towards his face. “We saw these naughty fingers shoved deep into that greedy little hole of yours,” he said while slowly tracing each finger with his lips.

“And this needy little thing,” Jake added, “coming all over our poor pillow.” He moved his hand off your back and began trailing around to your front, hovering his palm just above your now throbbing core. You whimper out loud, slightly rocking your hips forward to chase the feeling of your boyfriend’s hand on you.

Although it was amazing when they were nice to you, you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did. Your punishment was sure to come soon, whatever it was.

The last time you broke the rules, they edged you for hours. It hurt so good, struggling not to come until they said you could. It was a feeling so intense you can’t even begin to find the words to describe it properly.

“Are you going to punish me like last time?” you asked, still sitting comfortably in Jake’s lap.

Danny tilted his head at your question with a small pout on his lower lip, looking like he was in deep thought. He looked over at the man beneath you, who raised his eyebrows, signaling that it was up to Danny. He looked back at you with a devilish smile on his face. “I guess we could.”

He took your hands in his once again, helping you up from your seat in Jake’s lap to a standing position, but still between Jake’s knees. You felt him move behind you, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “Bend over for me, put your hands on Jakey’s shoulders.”

His hands disappeared from yours, instead running up your arms to the middle of your back, gently pushing you forward to Jake. You put your hand out to catch his shoulders and met his gaze for the first time in a few minutes. Your faces were so close to one another, Jake couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss. You were already incredibly turned on, not really knowing what was going to happen or when it would strike. You trusted your boys to take care of you though, leaving everything in their hands.

Danny had left the room briefly to retrieve a few items he kept out of your line of sight, placing them on a table somewhere behind you.

He stood behind you, pulling your shorts down, allowing them to land around your ankles. The cool air in the room blew over your bare skin, sending a chill up your spine. Jake took notice and gently ran his hands up and down your arms resting on his shoulders. You heard metal clinking as Danny started unbuckling his belt, slowly sliding out of the loops on his shorts.

Jake and Danny normally use their hands when they spanked you, but the belt came out when you did something really bad. The first time, you were nervous and thought it was going to be the worst thing in the world, but once you felt the first strike from the leather strap, you were convinced.

Danny folded the belt in half, running his hand over the smooth skin of your ass, barely tracing the edge of your cheeky panties. “Ready?” he asked, making sure you were still up for their play.

You felt your heart swell, another reminder of the love you shared with the two boys touching you. “Ready,” you whispered, already lightheaded from arousal.

Jake grabbed your chin, pulling your face so you were looking him in the eyes. “You’ll get two strikes, then maybe you get a reward,” he explained to you, giving you somewhat of a heads-up on what to expect.

You were losing your grip on reality, eyes fluttering shut as Danny teasingly rubbed the leather of the belt over your cheeks. “Okay,” you somehow managed to get out.

Once it was confirmed you knew what was about to happen, Danny took a step back and landed a single strike over both of your ass cheeks. You let out a yelp in surprise, knees buckling from the impact. You leaned forward to catch yourself, burying your face in Jake’s neck, suckling his skin for comfort. The strike wasn’t hard enough to cause severe pain, but it did sting, and you were trying to distract yourself as best as you could.

Danny grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you back into position for his second strike. He gripped the flushed flesh firmly, causing you to whimper slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from palming his clothed cock as he admired the view of your reddened ass under his hand and the soaked wetness of your panties. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed out, barely audible for anyone to hear.

However, you heard it, moaning as you sucked on Jake’s neck harder, one of his hands coming up to lace through your hair to pull your mouth away from his skin. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

You licked at the reddish, purple mark you left on Jake’s neck, “Thank you, sir.”

This was music to both Jake's and Danny’s ears. “Such a well-behaved girl, aren’t you?” Danny complimented, knowing you thrived when praised for doing something right.

You preened, wanting to receive more acknowledgment from the men you were sandwiched between. “Yes, sir,” your voice clearer than before, hoping that would win you another praise.

Instead, with no warning at all, Danny landed the second and final crack of the belt on your ass. Jake acted fast, swallowing the scream from your mouth as you lurched forward from the force of the leather hitting your backside. He kissed you passionately, wiping away any stray tears on your cheeks with his thumbs.

You weren’t crying because it hurt, you were crying because you were overwhelmed with pleasure. You’ve grown to enjoy this type of impact play, maybe more than you should, and your boyfriends knew it.

While you and Jake continue to make out, you could hear Danny drop the belt on the ground before returning to his place behind your slightly bent-over figure.

Jake grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it in exactly the right way, just enough to move your head to the side an inch. He put his lips to your ear and nibbled at your lobe before whispering, “If you’re a good girl for Danny, maybe I’ll give you an extra little treat.”

Your knees felt like jelly when you registered his words.

“Can you do that for me?” Jake pressed on. You felt Danny grab you firmly from behind, digging his fingertips into the fronts of your hips, likely leaving bruises. Unable to form any coherent words, you nodded your head eagerly at Jake’s question, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him.

“I need you to say it y/n…” Jake whispered again in your ear, starting to kitten lick his way from your earlobe to the middle of your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his tongue on your skin, and Danny’s lingering touches on your hips.

“Yes, please, I’ll be so good, please just do something, I need you so bad, please-” Danny cut you off by pulling your hips harshly against his so you could feel just how affected he was by watching you like this. “Well, how am I supposed to deny you when you beg all pretty like that, sweet girl?”

Falling deeper into a state of arousal at his words, you knew it would be a long night.

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{Author again: AHHH what do we think???}

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atlabeth · 6 months ago

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now that the dust has cleared from the chaos for me irl, i want to officially thank you all for 3000 followers!! because wow. where do i even start?

this isn't a milestone i thought i would ever reach. i made this blog during my junior year of high school when i was bored as hell in online school, not knowing what would come of it, and honestly not expecting anyone to read anything i’ve written. i exclusively wrote avatar fics (kind of embarrassing that a series i started at the beginning of my blog still isnt finished huh?) because it was what i had been watching most recently. i started to gain some recognition, made some friends, and slowly but surely i carved out my little corner of the internet. and now, 3 years, 3000 followers, and almost 500,000 words later, i’m going into my junior year of college with some of the best online friends a girl could ask for (shoutout to my day 1 @simplysolo for still being around and still being the best ever, and shoutout to all my other tumblr friends that have deactivated over the years</3 i miss you guys) a whole array of fandoms that i’ve dabbled in, and a newly discovered thing for middle aged men. cool

i truly cannot thank you all enough. i’ve always been a writer, but this blog has given me a sorely needed creative outlet and made me more confident in my writing skills than ever. at the end of the day i’m just writing silly little x reader fics, but i’ve truly had so much fun doing it! every single fictional man im in love with is also in love with me isn’t that crazy!!!

a special, extended shoutout to the loveliest mutuals i’ve picked up over the years. i wouldn’t be half the writer i am and i wouldn’t have half as much fun on here without you all. @simplysolo for being around since the beginning and truly being the greatest person on this app, i love you intensely, @sokkadora for being another one of my ogs (we dont talk anymore but i see you every so often on my dash and you’re doing great!!) @mcallmestiles for being one of the first avatar fics i ever read, traitor encouraged me to be a better writer and i hope you’re doing well with your medical career!! @tangledinlove for being my most famous mutual, the kindest person in the world, and being brought together through the power of lockwood, @giyuji and @milkiane who are both inactive but who i have to tag because i love them and i hope they’re doing well; naomi you got me into the grishaverse and liane we were in the trenches of the stranger things revival together, @boneblushed for dealing with so much but still being phenomenal and lovely in every way, @tommymcartney for being so sweet all the time, my biggest cheerleader and encouraging my insanity in every fandom ive been a part of, @nghtwngs for being the only person who loses it over nikolai lantsov as much as i do, to all my new/more recent mutuals @hotchfiles @ma1dita @moowithmidnight @emiliehornby @supercutszns i can't wait to get to know or keep getting to know you!!! you're all so lovely!!! and all the mutuals i don’t talk to as much as i should, i love you all and cherish you in my heart regardless of if we talk every day or have never said a single word to each other!! i don’t want to tag you all because i don’t want to bother you, but if you’re looking at this and thinking am i talking about you, i am. i love you. it takes a village and im so lucky to have you all as mine

i can’t believe it’s been 3 years, i can’t believe i’m halfway done with college, and i can’t believe we hit 3,000. truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for reading my fics and letting me be some small part of your lives. i can’t wait to write more for you all. keep a lookout for my 3k celebration post!

#truly cannot thank you all enough <3 #i love my lil corner of the internet #sadie's 3k celebration

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mikewheelerlikesboys · 2 months ago

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I’ve been sort of inactive recently but just so everyone knows I most definitely am still interested and a part of the fandom. I’ve just taken a step back to focus on other things so that hopefully the time will go by faster, I can’t stand the waiting. I still fully believe Byler will be endgame and once they release the teaser, I’m sure I’ll be on here yapping everyone’s ear off 24/7 again.

#byler #byler endgame #mike wheeler is my favorite #mike wheeler #will byers #byler tumblr #stranger things

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39oa · 2 years ago

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have you ever asked yourself: “hey, wouldn’t it be nice if i could quickly browse all the special warm-up jerseys that nhl teams have worn in collaboration with local or independent artists?” the answer to this is probably no so Don’t answer that, but... if you were ever to randomly stumble upon this train of thought, you would now be able to do so @ nhlwarmups.github.io!

i created this website out of personal interest and an enduring love for beautiful jersey designs; i love art in all forms and really just love looking at it, so in my inability to find an existing project that fulfilled my desire of browsing through all these jerseys in a centralized location i somehow... singlehandedly motivated myself to take on the task? LOL but otherwise i also wanted to make this database because... well, i feel like even though a lot of league-wide inclusion initiatives ultimately rely on/benefit teams’ commercial interests, and even though it feels like there’s recently been an overabundance of dialogue re: player action or inaction, theme-night dissent and sociocultural pressure, the culminating breaking points of bisected fandom, etc.... art still kind of matters! to me, to the designers, to real people who attend games and who coordinate events and who run media platforms and do what small facets of work can still be done.

Anyway. this site itself is sort of meaningless and doesn’t really accomplish much at the end of the day, but i guess i wanted to (try to) refocus the concept of a “warm-up jersey” back on the people who actually create them, and ultimately to reattach the positive components of theme nights in a way that felt slightly tangible and concrete. the site itself isn’t very complicated so hopefully it’s fairly self-navigable, but some quick notes on content and functionality:

as of april 4, 2023, this database displays 82 special jerseys from 21 different nhl teams

i’ve currently only included special jerseys designed with a highlighted artist in my set. that is, while some teams have worn different pride/heritage night/etc. jerseys with either stock-template designs or artwork otherwise created in-house, those jerseys weren’t logged unless an artist was specifically named. for example, the penguins pride jersey from 2022-23 isn’t included but the ducks lunar new year jersey (which was created by a ducks graphic designer) from 2022-23 is.

there are different sidebar options to help quickly search for a specific type or style of jersey: you can sort by team/event/date and filter by category/team/season/base color

lastly, clicking on one of the preview cards will bring you to a details page with additional information on each jersey, including social media links to support the artist, notes on charity benefits, an image gallery of the design, and embedded tweets highlighting the artist when available:

that’s basically it! this was a labor of love so i tried my best to not make the entire experience a functional piece of garbage, but at the end of the day i am Just Some Guy and i never know what i’m doing so please lmk if anything is super wonky. and also if your team has a past design that fits the criteria but i missed it :)

#Is This Anything (← guy who only does completely useless things)#idk but it did force me to learn javascript so there's that #hockey stuff #code #*m

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bahbzxxx · 4 months ago

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Please Read~ The End of An Era

Hi, I’m Barbz!!

I made this account a few years ago, and I can definitely say I’ve spent my fair share of time here, wether it be writing, or just being a fan.

I’ve been inactive the last few months (or really the last year to be honest) due to lifestyle changes that I am so grateful for ~ college, self~improvement, relationships, work, and so much more. I’m in a much better place than I was when I created this account.

In reality, this is a really good thing for me, and it’s likely going to stay this way. As of July 2024, I will no longer be writing for this account, specifically genshin content or oneshot content. I will still keep posts up as I know that there are people out there who have smiled at the things I’ve put out, but it is time to hang this hat on the shelf.

One thing I’m grateful for about this account is, when I started writing, it helped me at least start the foundations of a creative outlet, and know what it is like to at least put yourself out there in some way, even if it’s behind a screen. I never knew that I could apply this IRL, and now that I do…its so cool. And to those who write full on fanfics…you guys have truly mastered and art I’m still working on today (trying to find the motivation to keep practicing music lol I’m a music student).

This is gonna sound sappy but to writers who see this (I mean fandom writers and all), keep writing. Keep working on it. It is worth it. You are talented, even if it’s just smut, it’s still writing. Keep writing.

Ty for everything, Tumblr and Genshin and Venti nation.

This is Barbz, signing off.

May the Anemo Archon protect you.🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

#beloved of the anemo archon #barbz #signing off #farewell

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esther-dot · 10 months ago

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Hi Esther!

Would you have a tag (or tags) that I can follow for asoiaf theories and metas on your blog? I feel like I am far behind in terms of fandom speculation/theories that have come out and would really like to catch up.

Thank you <3

Sadly, I was not good about tagging when I first joined the fandom, and I’m still not consistent. 🫣 But I looked around and have found some stuff you might enjoy.

I like these posts about Dany's relationships with her nephews as being foreshadowed by her interactions with Rhaegal (Jon) and Viserion (Aegon). This post about potential foreshadowing for Dany to kill Aegon. This spec about Dany v Aegon and Jon betraying her. This one, about how killing Aegon will not be the victory she expects, and some parallels between him and Robb .

I have a tag for Dance of Dragons 2.0, but the better one to peruse is prolly sayruq's on that topic. Also, just so you know, the fandom at large seems to think "mummer's dragon" means Aegon is fake, but we tend to believe he's Elia's son and that that's about Jon. I'd recommend reading Aegor's tag for more general Aegon content.

I can't find any specific book meta about how the Starks will defeat the Others at the moment, although I linked to a meta about it happening at Winterfell in this post. If anyone has a post they like or wrote on it, please send it catofoldstone's way!

Let's see...I haven't been doing a good job keeping up with meta for the past year, but I think there's good stuff in the Stark v Tag tag which has foreshadowing for conflict between wolf and dragon and spec about Arya and/or Jon assassinating Dany. Oh, here's the tag talking about foreshadowing for Dany to face-off with Euron which I find interesting spec. I do have a few tags I’ve tried to remember to use more, Book Jonsa, R+L=J, King Bran, The Girl in Grey. This post about the Ashford Tourney Theory has links for meta on that (it's a beloved Jonsa theory), and I have a few additional things tagged for it. I also have this post with some favorite Jonsa metas. The Sansa and Lyanna tag has been fun due to @please-dot's eye for parallels.

theusurpersdog doesn't seem to be active any longer, but their posts on Dark Dany are very good. This one has links to the previous ones in their series on her. I like this one about book Jon as well.

I enjoyed howlandreads writing (also inactive), especially this post, Feminine Rebellion in ASOIAF.

Reading trinuviel's post about Dany being Azor Ahai (but that being a bad thing!) was formative for me, so even though I feel like I link that a lot, I shall again! This is the final post in the series and has links to the previous entries.

Fedonciadale is someone I thought of as our very own ASOIAF expert. She passed away a year ago, but I’d encourage you to look through her masterlist. She was a fan of LOTR and Martin is a huge fan (he said he regularly rereads it), so I was very interested in the parallels she found between the two series.

I’m not sure if you were around for this, but Istumpy did a reread project and you can find links to each of those posts in this master post. You may want to look at the summaries for each book in that post to find where the foreshadowing for a specific topic is and approach it that way.

The one meta by someone beyond our corner of the fandom that I think about often is that famous series of essays on Dany because Martin endorsed them. It was written years and years ago, and after reading Martin's words on it, it's hard to understand how Dark Dany is treated as a fringe theory or rejected as part of shipping wars.

I hope you find something you enjoy somewhere in all of that!

#dot chat

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thecatsaesthetics · 4 months ago

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We have no indication Tamlin did ANYTHING with Hybern other than to force Feyre back. It does not seem at all Tamlin would have formed this alliance if he didn’t want to break this bond with Rhys and force her back to the Spring Court.

The foundation of Tamlin’s character is not “fighting tyranny” it’s saying he will do something and then his inaction.

Tamlin’s character is defined by inaction and contradictions. When push comes to shove Tamlin freezes, he does this again and again leading to bad things happening.

With Amarantha his entire thing is to not act, he doesn’t do anything to help Feyre. And maybe he thought it wouldn’t help her to do something, but Tamlin still doesn’t do anything to fight against Amarantha and that’s a contradiction of his statement he would fight against tyranny.

He then refuses to allow Feyre to train her powers, instead he wants her to stay inactive like he is. This eventually causes Feyre to despise him and leave him.

With Hybern he refuses to do anything about Hybern. When Feyre brings up in ACOMAF Rhys suggestion of an alliance to fight against Hybern Tamlin dismisses and refuses to consider the idea of a war with Hybern. Of course he’s wrong here, Hybern is plotting and planning a war.

Even when he gets Feyre back, he is deluding himself about Feyre. Feyre is openly disgusted with him, she barely wants him to physically touch her and even Lucien is suspicious of her. Tamlin chooses to ignore this because he wants to believe Feyre didn’t leave him.

Tamlin’s inaction is another reason why Feyre didn’t have to actually do anything to ruin him in the eyes of his people. Feyre more or less stood there and let Tamlin do nothing about Ianthe or the Hybern twins.

It’s actually why Tamlin finally taking action and saving Feyre-Elain-Azriel is a big deal. He has been defined by this lack of action, he freezes or ignores what is happening, in that moment Tamlin finally decides to act and save Feyre. It’s a pretty big detail that gets overlooked by the fandom.

But I’m sorry you cannot just go based on what a character says, especially when their actions completely contradict who they claim to be. That isn’t how you properly analyze a character.

#acotar

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angelwishess · 2 months ago

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ʚAngel!໒꒱

blessings upon you, pretty! Thanks for stopping by!

꒰ she/her ꒱ ꒰ minor ꒱ ꒰ oc x canon! ꒱ ꒰ entp ꒱

Drawing and yapping, occassional theories! (Might start a side blog for writing…)

I love interacting with fellow twsties, so dont be shy! I might reply late though, schoolwork this sem is crazy :(

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୨୧⋅.𖥔 more about me !

Hi! My name is Angel (not really), and this is my first time ever making an account for a fandom and posting my art online!! So, i’m very new to all this!

My timezone is GMT+4, and I get home from school pretty late, so from Monday to Thursday chances are i’m pretty inactive, so sorry if i reply back late!!! Please know its not on purpose, I just get very busy with schoolwork. </3 (but alas, the twst brainrot is stronger.)

Other than TWST, I’m also a big fan of OB!SWD, Mairimashita Iruma Kun, the Ikemen Series, Pokemon, and Genshin Impact! (Though I have been drifting away from it, I still like seeing stuff abt it!) Theres definetly alot more and I just cant think of them rn, but yeah!!

I mainly post about twst, more specifically my OCs!!! (More info on them later) This is an Oc x Canon acc! If you’re not a big fan of that, feel free to block me! Thats completely okay if what i post isnt your cup of tea! (Main ship is Floyd x Kyra (my Yuusona) btw!!!)

I am a minor, so please refrain from saying anything inappropriate to me, or any suggestive comments directed towards my ocs!

As I said earlier, I’m new to interacting with a fandom (since im so used to being a lurker online lol) but I’m very willing to be moots!! Please don’t be hesitant to ask me, I love interacting with fellow twst fans!!!!

I’m only comfortable with DMs and being tagged in posts if we are moots!!! But please dont feel shy to interact, my inbox is open to everyone so feel free to chat with me there!!! ♡

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SMAU posts : 🎀! smau

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lovelykhaleesiii · 2 years ago

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RANT because I have to get this off my chest…

I doubt anyone will see this, because I don’t think my posts show on people’s pages but whatever.

and whether you agree with me or not, I don’t really give a fuck but this needs to be said, because this is my personal experience.

as someone that’s been on Tumblr for a few years now & in quite a lot of fandoms, I’ve never really experienced what I have since joining the HOTD fandom. and no it shouldn’t be reasoned with because I joined later AFTER the show aired, nor should it be because I’m a “small” blog. these bullshit excuses should not be the reason for being so fucking uninviting, period. why must I reiterate this…

most of the reason why I get turned off easily within the HOTD fandom is because of how often I see pages forming little cliques and being selective in their inclusivity. “oh but they’re my mutuals” okay great!!!

there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, in fact I have met my own amazing people through this fandom that I would die for, and I encourage you to meet friends (side note - be careful online) but that doesn’t mean you have to strike out or ignore anyone that tries to initiate a conversation or shows support for your blog/work and for it to be not be reciprocated. you guys are so quick to talk about how difficult it is to be a fic writer and to appease people, and yet how exactly are you helping? like cmon I thought I left this shit in high school man, it’s just embarrassing now…

the mutuals I first met in this fandom, as lovely as they were I don’t talk to anymore. why? because I showed my genuine support, put the effort in although it wasn’t being reciprocated, it felt very one sided. and that’s okay, life happens I completely understand that and don’t hold that against you for being inactive. but seeing them later constantly interact with other “big” blogs, all very back and forth between the pages, and be pushed to the side is a very shitty feeling. don’t be an asshole, it’s really not that fucking hard…

and I still support works that aren’t necessarily my cup of tea, and no I’m not bragging but it’s what I fucking do. and the fact I wasn’t receiving the same fucking hurts.

and yes it’s easy to shrug and say “write for yourself, you should be writing for yourself.” which yes I have been, and the whole reason why I began writing in the first place was for myself, cause these ideas that I write and indulge in are mostly for my own “personal” entertainment LOL. but don’t sit there and tell me you don’t get a rush of excitement when someone reblogs/comments on your work, that genuine, incredible feeling when you can bond with other people over your work or when people commemorate your efforts. it’s easier to say “write for yourself” when you haven’t experienced poor or no engagement, and see others receiving constant appraisal and instinctively compare. it’s a natural, normal human response, people will and can’t help themselves to compare.

so stop with this whole clique shit, I’m so fucking over it.

and to the newcomers I’ve met so far, you’ve all been so incredible and your work sensational, continue doing you. it’s THEIR losses, not yours. for the people that can relate to me, I’m sorry you have to go through this but just know you’ll have my full support always.

and I mean… if you want I can be a bitch too, but you’re not going to like it. that’s for fucking sure…

#RANT #fandom tings #let’s just be welcoming why is this so hard #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #hotd #house of the dragon

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elenath9 · 1 month ago

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A short SG-1 fic that nobody asked for

Summary: Jack says goodbye to Daniel in Meridian, from his point of view. Warning for major character death.

Length: ~1k

This is the last work I’m going to post publicly in the SG-1 fandom for the foreseeable future.

I’m putting it here because I have been and will be taking an indefinite hiatus from AO3 to preserve my (flagging) mental health. I’m sorry to any followers/mutuals who write - I’ll mark your stories for later.

What He Wants

*Note: the dialogue is as it appears in the episode.

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I stood there, alone in a room full of people and watched him die. My best friend. He was in the final stages – Janet had outlined earlier what this kind of radiation poisoning would look like, yet I can’t say I was at all prepared for the reality.

I stood by his bed and looked on, helpless, while Carter’s dad tried to save him. Daniel was all bandaged up – we couldn’t see his face. I’m not sure I wanted to at that point. Too afraid of what I’d find: bitterness maybe; pain and suffering, surely. I’d already seen enough of that to last a lifetime.

So I stared straight ahead, watching the orange light from the healing device pool in a circle on the grey sheet draped over his wrappings.

Then I felt a gentle touch, a slight tingling pressure on my shoulder that was somehow familiar. My head snapped to the left.

And there he was, looking whole and alive and well. A halo of light surrounded him. A glow was on his face. Behind him loomed the ‘gate, silent and inactive, and the equally silent, regal form of a woman in white with a face like an angel.

I can’t say anything surprises me anymore, so when I saw Daniel I just smiled and nodded and greeted him as if it were just another day, just another mission.

But of course, it wasn’t. Somehow Daniel had found a way to reach me from beyond his deteriorated state. I got the sense he wouldn’t have done so if it weren’t important.

“Did you want something?”

“Yeah. Tell Jacob to stop.”

“Why?” My voice came out casual, but inside I was screaming.

“Because I’m ready to move on.”

The words were hard to hear. “You’re just… givin’ up?”

Giving up wasn’t something Daniel did. This was a man who kept going in the face of almost any adversity, the man who dedicated three years of his life to finding his wife, who would stay up all night to decipher a difficult translation and who wouldn’t quit doing everything in his power to help a friend in need. Daniel had fought. God knew he had fought, as hard and as bravely as any soldier. But if he believed his fight was over…

“No, no,” he said with a soft little smile. “I’m not giving up, believe me.”

He turned his head, and I followed his gaze. We watched the angel-like woman dissolve into a phosphorescent ball of light and depart through the ‘gate in a burst of radiance.

Daniel licked his lips. “You remember Oma?” he said with a little flick of his head.

Ah. The glowy chick from Kheb. “Sure.”

“I think I can do more this way.” Daniel smiled faintly, though his eyes shone with unshed tears.

Gut-wrenching pain gripped me to think that he believed he could do more by leaving us for some unknown Great Beyond. As if “doing more” was the only measure of his life’s worth.

“It’s what I want.”

What he wanted. What he wanted was to die, and I had to be the one to let him.

“I have to go now.”

Oh, how I wanted to tell him to stay, to try to talk him out of it. But such an act would have been pointless.

“Everything’s gonna be fine. Please, Jack. Tell Jacob to stop.”

God, his face was so intense. I’m not sure I can ever forget that expression. And just like that, like waking from a dream, we were back in the infirmary: him on that bed, and me… still standing there.

Now came the hard part, the part I was gonna struggle with. How do you just let someone go like that? How do you advocate to stop a treatment that could work to bring them back? Daniel couldn’t speak of course, couldn’t just appear to everyone like had to me or he’d have done it. No one else knew what he wanted, and who would believe me if I told them? All I had to do was keep my mouth shut, to pretend like he hadn’t just conveyed to me his final wish, and Jacob would keep healing his damaged body.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I had much more respect for Daniel than that.

This was his journey, his path. He had to do what he felt was right. If I was truly his friend I had to honor his wish.

So I took a deep breath. I opened my mouth, knowing I was about to end a great and beautiful life. But what else could I have done? Tell me, what else could I have done?

“Jacob. Stop.”

“Are you serious?” It was Carter’s dad who answered rather than Selmak, and his tone implied, ‘are you crazy?’

“It’s what he wants.”

They all looked at me. Janet with wide disbelieving eyes, Carter with shock and immense sadness, General Hammond with a grim expression, and Teal’c with something unreadable. If you’d asked me how I felt in that moment, I’m honestly not sure I could have answered.

“Someone else want to tell me what to do?” Jacob said.

I took another breath. This was my last chance to turn back. My voice, a ragged whisper, nearly caught in my throat as I uttered the final words, advocating the one thing I swore I would never, ever do, and it felt like tearing out a piece of my soul.

“Just let him go.”

No one questioned me. The healing glow winked out, and I swear that room became so much darker and colder. I listened to the last, laboring beats of his heart. I listened as they slowed, faltered…

Stopped.

THE END

#stargate sg 1 #fanfic #daniel jackson #jack o'neill #ao3

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dearophelia · 2 years ago

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best of sara's fic, according to her

Because I’m feeling some kind of way about my cancer lately and wanted to put together a Sara’s Greatest Fic Hits while I’m still around to do it (which is a morbid thing to type, but see the intro: been feeling some kind of way lately).

These range from my most popular fics, to the ones lost to weird posting hours, and everything in between. If I counted correctly, there are 14 fandoms on this list: from Mass Effect and Dragon Age, to Grey’s Anatomy and Stargate SG-1, to The West Wing and Calvin & Hobbes.

I’d appreciate reblogs on this (I am not ashamed to pull the stage iv cancer card here) so it can reach as many people as possible.

I have been writing fic for over 15 years; this is not a short list.

All are rated T or lower unless otherwise indicated. All stories are at or under the 3k mark unless otherwise indicated.

Stargate SG-1:

waves are universal (the heaven in hiding remix) (Sam/Jack; I’m very Normal about this fic; time travel and alternate realities, a host of OCs (and some familiar faces from Norafic if you look closely), oh and the Sam/Jack kid from the alternate reality! Only she’s an adult and working on a way to save the world! This has it all, folks: humor, romance, angst, action! I told you I’m Normal about it; 40k)

strange is the night where black stars rise (Sam; horror! A low creeping sense of doom! The King in Yellow! No, seriously, fuck that planet; 10k)

#sg1wedding (Sam/Jack; their wedding turned into An Event against their will; bets are going down about who would win in a fight: Bra’tac or the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs; also Jack loses his socks; twitterfic from 2012 and technology has definitely Marched On, just read it like an unhinged group chat fic)

phoenix (Sam/Daniel/Teal’c, Sam/Jack, Sam/Jack/Daniel/Teal’c; apocalypse (that I consulted a real live geologist on!); rebuilding in the wake of said apocalypse; team family feelings, kids, and some really shitty neighbors; 38k)

Dragon Age:

joy cometh in the morning (Ariadne; rated M; a host of OCs; mind the warnings; friendship; worldbuilding galore; friendships and mentors and first loves; did I mention friendship and worldbuilding?; 56k)

through the rude wind’s wild lament, and the bitter weather (Ari+Cullen; quiet magic, kind magic, good magic is still new to Cullen)

as the sun kissed the horizon (Ari/Josephine; a relationship in ten moments)

‘til we meet again (Ari+Cullen; platonic sleeping together!)

so hold my hand, consign me not to darkness (Ari; her faith is the core of who she is and, for the first time, Andraste isn’t there; post-Trespasser)

raise your fists up to the sky (Kylie/Krem; it’s Krem’s first day with the Chargers and there’s a naked elf in the middle of camp)

every demon wants his pound of flesh (Krem+Bull; Krem was in the Fade with the Inquisitor and the fear demon had some Things To Say To Him)

black dove (Anaya) & strange little girl (Anaya+Dagna) & dissolving clouds (Anaya+Cullen) (because neurodivergent Inquisitor, friendship, blossoming romance, and three very different takes on blood magic)

skeletons (Zahara+Bull; she is saarebas, he is Ben-Hassrath, and language is important)

children shouldn’t play with dead things (Juliette Amell; she’s always had an easier time with the dead than the living; cw for bugs)

a sorta fairytale (Josephine/Cassandra; flower shop & tattoo parlor AU; 8k)

Mass Effect Trilogy:

gonna set your flag on fire (Nora Vakarian, Liv/Garrus, James/Liara, Liv+Liara, Livfam; action! Humor! Angst! Worldbuilding! OCs!; I am Super Normal about this fic too; I promise everything’s okay in the end, promise, even though it isn’t written yet; Nora is an N3 and has an inactive control chip in her head. She and her team are ordered to investigate a Cerberus facility. It goes, shall we say, awry; 40k)

anthem (Liv/Garrus, Hannah/Zaeed, Liv+Liara; eight months is a long time without each other; angst with a happy ending (I promise); post-Destroy; 13k)

holy ground & dress (Liv/Garrus; ficlets from the night he gets sworn in as Councilor)

brightly shone the moon at night (Liv, Liv+Liara, Liv/Garrus, Livfam; five Christmases in Olivia Shepard’s life; 5k)

the pieces of gold, they light up your eyes & now we’re alone, now we’re alive (Liv/Garrus; the evolution of a relationship)

fighting is said to have reached palaven (Liv/Garrus; please, please let him be alive)

and some things you just can’t speak about (Quentus+Nico; the war)

‘cause i know that it’s delicate (Liv/Garrus; pre-wedding!)

nosce te ipsum (Nico; he likes boys and fanfiction and he didn’t think he’d get his little italicized oh moment)

i will write you love letters if you tell me to (Liv/Garrus; Hannah gives him one of Liv’s notebooks before he goes off to Omega; Garrus does the only thing he can think of with it)

i really need you (Liv/Garrus; James POV during the reunion scene in Priority: Palaven)

you look really tired (Liv/Garrus, Liv+Liara; post-Thessia, Olivia’s not doing well)

hey, so, ground rules (Liv+Zaeed; it’s a lot weird now that he’s dating her mom)

and all the scars you bear are from a previous war (Liv+Quentus; Mom!Liv)

you can hear it in the silence (Liv/Garrus; just a moment, post-war)

this all started because of a bad day (Liv/Garrus; from first meetings to matching rings)

combat, i’m ready for combat & turn on your favorite nightlight (Hannah; she’s a civilian and her daughter isn’t, and she’s bound and determined to know what Liv goes through when her boots hit the ground; Hannah, Zaeed, Liv, and Garrus hit up Armax)

four quarians who never made it back to the fleet (and one who did) (kinda what it says on the tin, honestly. Oh, Tali’s in this!)

everyone’s lost, the battle is won (Evangeline; somewhat predictably, my experiment in getting as many of my team killed as possible resulted in Feelings About It)

across the sky (Susan/Liara; how to make the Control ending feel good)

and yours is in red underlined (Vanessa; The Illusive Man has pissed her off for the last time)

i’m headed straight for the castle (Vanessa; renegade control ending; kneel before your queen)

Mass Effect Andromeda:

for saviours (Tori; ten scenes from a pre-Andromeda life; 10k)

ringing joyful and triumphant (Tori/Liam/Jaal; just some morning fluff)

the thing with the baby angara (Tori/Liam/Jaal; thinking about the future)

the undone and the divine (Tori/Liam/Jaal; the lone single solitary explicit fic on here, give it props for that alone; Liam gets absolutely railed by his partners. That’s it. That’s the fic.)

you’re like the thing that makes the universe explode (Sara Ryder/Suvi, Drack; kid, the only people who don’t know that you like Suvi are people who haven’t met you and Suvi)

this one’s for the torn down, the experts at the fall (Tori+Garrus; one night in the intersection of Victoria Ryder and Archangel; maybe they’re better friends than they both thought)

The West Wing:

a great revelation sigh (CJ; she’s Chief of Staff; ten steps to the apocalypse; the apocalypse source probably didn’t age well, heads up)

it’s in my blood and i won’t give up ‘cause it’s running through my veins (Amy+Andi; it’s Election Day in the future and Amy has nothing to do)

Grey’s Anatomy:

dropsonde (the singers in a lower choir remix) (Addison/Alex, Derek/Meredith, Addison+Derek, Addison+Mark, Mark+Derek; the one that kicked off all the remixes; absolutely off the rails from canon somewhere in S3; budding romances and kidfic and my theory about people being storms and lighthouses; 40k)

scarlet city (Mark/Addison, Burke/Cristina; film noir gangster and detective AU; Addison’s the gangster, Burke’s the detective; literally everyone I could fit into this fic shows up; also Denny is comic relief; 18k)

Misc:

access records (Star Trek Voyager; Naomi Wildman’s holodeck access for the past week; worldbuilding!)

in this twilight our choices seal our fate (the song in the house of night remix) (SVU; Olivia/Elliot; rated M; on the rise and fall of partnership; probably a little too much religious imagery but what the hell else am I gonna do with a minor in religious studies?; 4k)

the end of days job (Leverage; Parker+Eliot+Hardison; the apocalypse job, basically; this one ages well!)

let the only sound be the overflow (D&D; Calia/Kelpie/Edal, aka ot3: fathoms below; the ocean is big and they are not)

we are golden stars above silver seas (we hear echoes from another galaxy) (Calvin & Hobbes; Calvin+Susie; throughout all those years, she never gave up on him; this one went viral on tumblr [LINK] and I cleaned it up for the AO3 version)

lift her, pull her, from the orchids (Grace and Frankie; Grace/Frankie; the one where I invoke the spelling bee)

rocket queens (Babylon 5/Pacific Rim; Susan Ivanova/Talia Winters; look, they’re jaeger pilots, I really don’t know what else to tell you)

the great gig in the sky (Battlestar Galactica; Six; rebirth is painful, she forgets this sometimes)

#screams hits post #s:words

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