#Manda writes

[starrylevi]

Obsessed with the idea that people forget you have Captain Levi’s heart until they see him do little things for you. Like at breakfast, before his morning meeting with Erwin, he’ll pass by your table and casually hand you a loaded plate. “They didn’t have those croissants you usually like but I found those weird ass pastries you can’t stop talking about.” And then he’ll just walk away without saying anything else. Or like, while you’re all suiting up for a mission, he’ll randomly walk up to you and adjust the thigh straps of your odm gear to make sure they’re properly secured and you’re just like “!!!” inside. Or like for every group meeting he arrives early and saves you the seat next to him and when you arrive, he’ll pull out your chair, waiting till you sit so he can briefly place his hand on your thigh as a greeting 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[revolutionarygold]

In just ONE DAY!! my fic (with stunning art from @noughticalcrossings !!) for @theterrorbigbang will go live, so here's a snippet from my phone drafts that didn't make it into the fic as a teaser!

The Ao3 collection for this year's Bang can be found here and is full of some really excellent fic! You should check it out!

[amandaoftherosemire]

Guys! I’m doing it again! 😳😳😳

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff and @somethingclevermahogony!

Character Voice Tag

My lines are: “That’s really sweet of you!” and "How do you feel?"

Because I've got a new wip, I'm gonna do half with my usual cast, half with the new folks!

--Honor's Outcasts and Mortal God--

Izjik: "Aw, that's super sweet of you! I don't know what I did to deserve a thing like this, but thank you kindly anyhow!"

Sepo: "That was... that was a kind thing to say, even if I still half-think you're lying. ...Thanks."

Twenari: "Oh, you didn't have to! But, thank you regardless; that was a wonderful gesture."

Djek: "You really think that? I don't know what to say. You're making me blush, man!"

Astra: "Well, that was a right sweet thing to say, darlin'."

Mashal: "Oh, uh... You think that about me? I mean, th-thank you!"

Ivander: "Stop it, you're so sweet you'll dissolve my teeth. And they're halfway there already. I can't afford such a thing, even from you."

--Master and Apprentice (title pending)--

Bayl: "You look pale as fuck, old man. You about to keel over or something?"

Heshorian: "Oh my, you don't look well. Are you dizzy at all? Nauseous? Sad, maybe? I feel nauseous when I get sad sometimes. Gods, now I'm oversharing, my apologies."

Pherrin: "You are making a sad expression. Why? You have nothing to mimic sadness over. There's no need to pretend."

Daila: "There, there, dear. You don't look so good. Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

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I'll tag @the-finch-address @dontcrywrite @elritze @midi4ri0love and anyone else who wants in!

Your line is: "Aren't you forgetting something?"

[jorvikpov]

While you turned your eyes away for what felt like no more than a moment, the island stepped away from the firm, safe embrace of summer and into autumn’s melancholy gold. Now, the sun hangs low in the sky even though the evening is still early, and its golden beams shine with as much warmth it could possibly muster over the southwestern ocean. A gentle wind blows along the shore, rustling every leaf and every blade of grass in its way, and despite your coat you shiver just a little.

You do not think of how she would have loved this evening. You do not think of how she might have been standing right where you are, watching the last rays of sun slowly disappear from the ruins’ stone walls, or how she might have sat in her kitchen over a cup of tea lit up by the golden evening light, or how she might have been tending to her garden in the ever-colder breeze, taking special care of the roses as their bloom slowly came to an end. By now, of course, they have already wilted, but it was all too early this year. The gardeners knew something was terribly, terribly wrong, they said, when overnight their rose bushes withered and died, their thriving garden suddenly no more than a mess of crumpled, brown decay.

The ruins are filled with all those who loved her and all those she loved. At the edge of the cliff overlooking the Jarl’s tomb and spilling out into the meadow of wildflowers stands, secluded, a large group of Druids clad in the same sort of silvery grey robes as always, hoods pulled up further and hems sewn longer than you have ever seen before. By what once was the corner of the Abbey stands the stargazer—or, as he would prefer to be known today, Elizabeth’s closest friend—with his gaze fixed on the darkest point of the sky and something like anticipation in his eyes, as if expecting to see a constellation that wasn’t there before. The innermost circle of the Keepers of Aideen has gathered around the central altar, so completely and entirely silent that they are a stark contrast to even the rest of the gathering, and in the centre of the half-circle they form lies a lone red rose. It bloomed this morning in the lovingly cared for wild bushes outside her cottage, one of its kind in the crowd of withered flowers surrounding it, and it will remain bright for as long as it is remembered and loved.

Even long after the memorial ends and the sun sets, your group of five remains on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea. When you finally leave, all of the Abbey’s candles have long since burnt out, the stars are so bright and countless that all of them cannot possibly have been there before, and left behind on one of the many memorial stones is a small, pink crystal.

By morning, even though it is far too early for the seasons to change, the wind will have turned and brought in a thick, chilling fog, and every one of Jorvik’s countless trees will be a vibrant shade of yellow. You will hear it, then, as a whisper in the rustling leaves, just as clearly as you will feel it in the sting of cold morning air in your lungs and see it in afternoon’s golden sunbeams disappearing over the horizon far too soon: even the island itself cannot remain the same without her.

[hellcatrising]

Look what just arrived. 🦉 ✉️

@venulus

[jorvikzelda]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Stable (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Cloudmill/Maya Dew Characters: Alex Cloudmill, Maya Dew, Elli (Star Stable), Tin-Can (Star Stable) Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Established Relationship, No Angst, One Shot, Pre-Canon, Sort Of, before MC meets the Soul Riders at least

Summary:

The bridge to the Harvest Counties is broken. Unfortunately for Alex Cloudmill, this means the distance she has to travel to get to her girlfriend's house has at least doubled, and the shortcut Maya told her about only seems to complicate the journey further.

Or: five times Alex Cloudmill does't know about the fording place between the Riding Arena and the Forgotten Fields and one time she does.

[shiroselia]

So did you guys know that I write other stuff? Because I sure didn't!

Chapters: 1/1 (Yes I can write one-shots!) Words: 1 772 Rating: Teen and Up Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Fu Xuan/Jing Yuan Characters: Fu Xuan, Jing Yuan

Fu Xuan POV, Third Person Past Tense (Yes, I can write that!). Character study-esque and Incredibly shippy. I love Fu Xuan, I love Jing Yuan, I love FuYuan. I loved writing this so incredibly much, please enjoy!

[warlockisaslur]

Emporium // a drabble

or: How Darcy Learned There's Even More Weirdness to Wanda's Family

Billy didn't get to go home often. Earth was just so far away from the Alliance, from where he was needed, that visits to his homeworld were agonizingly infrequent. Of course, the compromise he and Teddy had made stood fast -- once things were settled, once the hard work was done and the Alliance's governing bodies were self-sufficient without their symbols -- Earth would be home, again.

Still, now and then when the opportunity presented itself, when there was simply nothing pressing that needed doing, Billy would kiss his husband, promise Lauri-Ell he would come to no harm, and teleport himself across the vastness of space -- back, and back, home again, to the blood and souls that tethered him to the blue-green world of his birth. His ring and their bond could always get him back to Teddy if he was needed, after all… but as he'd been reminded so often since his marriage, a Terran's heart always calls him home.

Normally the visits were fairly mundane. Brunch with Kate or Cassie, catching-up time with Tommy or Viv or Luna (if she happened to be on Earth at the time), maybe dinner with his parents. Sometimes even clubbing with some of the young heroes from the old phone tree, Julie or Brandon or Karolina often bugged him to go dancing. But now and then, his shadow would darken the doorway of a certain shop in a certain town…

The Emporium is a staple in Lotkill, New York, and beloved by its patrons. It's not an uncommon sight to see the brilliant pinkish glow of Wanda's magic from the windows even when the shop is closed -- she lives there, after all -- but the eerie blue glow from behind the blinds is different, strange even for such a strange location. Darcy knows Wanda is busy with a Last Door case, probably won't be back for another day or two -- which is why she hurriedly opens the door and reaches for a tee-ball bat she'd stowed behind the curtains at the front of the shop, only to be pulled up short by a green blur that snatched it out of her grip.

Now, Darcy knew that sort of "draft" by now, Pietro had visited enough times for her to get familiar with speedster backdraft, but this had a different quality. Less refined, more chaotic. About as chaotic as the situation in the shop itself.

Every shelf was bare, and all the contents were either in piles on the floor or the various surfaces, or floating in that eerie blue glow all around the room. And in the middle of the room seated cross-legged -- well, on nothing, really -- was a kid who couldn't be any older than her, eyes and hands gleaming with that same eerie light, while a green blur zipped this way and that throughout the space.

"Oh -- hey. You're Darcy, right?" The books suddenly shelved themselves, seemingly finding their proper places amid the stacks, the magical reagents, concoctions and other trinkets finding places in among the books.

"You'relate-moveityou'reinmypath--" came a voice that started at her left elbow and moved to her right, before another boy -- damn near identical to the first, except this one had white hair and green eyes that were so like Wanda's it was a little jarring -- paused, grinned, and then disappeared again. Darcy had to keep dodging as the blur flitted here and there, so she ended up sitting on top of the counter.

"Okay -- am I going nuts or did Wanda and Pete… get replaced by a couple'a kids?"

The speedster stopped, laughing, and the other one laughed, too, and it was really weird how alike they sounded like that. Spooky.

"Wanda asked me to come by and do something with the inventory system here. No offense, but it takes a magical eye to make sure all this stuff is categorized right -- you can't just stick any old book next to another, they might talk." The one with black hair, the one with the magic in his eyes, unfolded his legs and stood, brushing down his clothing before reaching out to offer her a hand to shake. "I'm sure she's told you about us -- I'm Billy. The blur is Tommy." On cue, the aforementioned blur ceased movement, perched in one of the little cafe chairs.

"… OH. Wait -- seriously? Those pictures she has must be old."

The black-haired one -- Billy -- chuckled again, straightening a potted plant which had taken new residence at the top of a shelf. "Yeah, we really should get her some newer ones. Anyway --" He looked around, hands on his hips. "I think we're good here. Tommy wrote up a new inventory system for you --"

"Well, we worked on it together. Vocal algorithmic searching. Just… ask it for something, and it'll tell you where it is in the store. Billy wanted to use a spell --"

"But if the shop gets destroyed again I'd have to come back to re-do it. So the spell's integrated into the program's code. So as long as the tablet's safe --"

"-- andyoubetterkeepitsafe!"

"-- then you'll always know right where everything is."

"… you two are weirder than your mom and uncle, you know that?"

Tommy grinned. "You aren't the first to say that. Billy's the weirder one though -- you know he married an alien??"

"I'm telling Teddy you said that."

[starrylevi]

Levi doesn’t get how you find The Sims entertaining.

 “It’s a virtual dollhouse.” He tells you. “That’s what so great about it!” You retort. “Whatever floats your boat…” He mutters to himself. He says this but he makes sure you have all the sims 4 packs (there are A LOT of them). And when one is coming out, He’ll listen to you passionately explain the premise of the pack. “When it comes out, just let me know.” He’ll give you his credit card info so you can charge it as he doesn’t want you to spend any of your money.

“I made us in the Sims!” You excitedly sit in Levi’s lap with your laptop in hand.

“Hm?” Levi places his chin on the crook of your neck as his hands gently graze the sides of your thighs.

“The Sims!” You exclaim again. “Look, there’s you and there’s me…” Your finger points out each of your sims on the screen. “Oh, and we have a child together!” Levi’s eyes follow your finger as you point at the child sim. “Her name is Kuchel.”

You feel Levi tense up behind you for a moment. “Wait…what’s her name?”

“Kuchel.” You repeat, quieter this time. “Sorry, I can change her name if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You add quickly.

Levi’s expression softens; he stays silent for a moment before speaking again. “...Can you make her?” He asks you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Your mom?” You turn slightly so you can see his face.

He nods to confirm.

 “Of course, I'll do my best.” You tell him with a soft smile.

You ask Levi to describe her to you, his eyes filled with fondness as he recalls her features and her personality. You spend hours on the Kuchel sim, wanting her to look and be as accurate as possible.

After a few days, you show Levi the finished product in the game as you have the Kuchel sim interact with the Levi sim. You look at Levi for a brief moment while the Sims are speaking to each other. The expression on his face is hard to read. It’s a mix of pleasant surprise, awe, and sadness.

“Is it okay, is there anything I should change?” You ask him, worried you didn’t capture her likeness as you watch him study her.

He silently shakes his head. “No…she’s perfect.” 

You tell Levi he’s more than welcome to play whenever he wants. You’re surprised when he does take you up on that offer. He picks up on the mechanics quickly and soon he has the whole family (Your sim, Levi’s sim, your daughter, and Kuchel) traveling all over the world, going on adventures, and trying new things together. At one point you suggest the Levi sim and the Kuchel sim spend some time alone together and Levi does just that, taking them to coffee and tea shops, having them take walks in the park, and going to the library. As you and Levi continue to play together, you learn more about Kuchel as some of the actions in the game trigger different memories of his mother.

Levi doesn’t say it but he’s thankful for this silly little game you introduced him to because he can now have a cup of tea with his mother, even if it’s only pretend.

[revolutionarygold]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018), Temeraire - Naomi Novik Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: James Fitzjames & Original Female (Dragon) Character, Francis Crozier & James Fitzjames, James Fitzjames & Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, James Fitzjames & James Walter Fairholme, James Walter Fairholme & Original Male (Dragon) Character, James Fitzjames & Stephen S. Stanley Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Death, Canon-Typical Body Desecration, Draconic Death, Alternate Universe - Temeraire Fusion, dragon rider au, Aviator James Fitzjames, Character Study, James Fitzgender, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Court Martials, Unreliable Narrator, Disassociation, nonlinear storytelling, Very Small Kaiju Fights, Pre-Slash, Pining, Myth making, Canon-Typical British Imperialism, Alternate History, Gratuitous Nicknames

Summary: If the ocean weren’t frozen over, though, they wouldn’t be out this far afield from the ships they’d been stranded on for nearing a year; they would be only a mile or so ahead, piloting Terror and Erebus through the ice labyrinth of the North and forging the last link between East and West, or towing them, should it prove necessary to do. This was what he had been sent for, he and Aurora and Walter and Ulysses, and now it was time to fulfill their orders.

In 1845, two Royal Navy ships and two Aerial Corps dragon crews left England in an attempt to finally discover a navigable passage through the Arctic. In 1847, Captain James Fitzjames struggles to shield his dragon from the fallout of a failing Expedition. In 1849, at a meeting of the Admirals of the Air, Captain James Fitzjames of Her Majesty's Dragon Aurora recounts the events of the disastrous Franklin Expedition to determine if he will be court-martialed for the loss of HMD Ulysses with all hands aboard. The truth lies lost on the ice, somewhere in the middle.

My entry for @theterrorbigbang is live today! A Temeraire universe fusion where James gets a dragon, the dragons get cold, and Fairholme just really never had a shot. Featuring stunning art from the lovely and skilled @noughticalcrossings! 

[pierswife]

Cedrik big brother moments

Here he was. Sitting in his living room listening to girl problems. Since when did he fucking listen to girl problems?

General audience, this is NOT a romantic fic Cedrik and Sylvia are found family that's his little sister, no trigger warnings besides some vulgarity, Cedrik is so fucking tired let him sleep.

Which, by the way! I made a new Pokemon OC! I'll hopefully be able to show her off a bit more soon once I get her lore doc started.

Cedrik didn't know how he got here, but somehow he ended up with a crying Sylvie on his couch at 3AM. He stayed quiet as he listened to her ramble on, most of the information going in one ear and out of the other. Fuck, he was tired. He didn't sleep well in general, but this week was rough as hell. He just wanted to go back to bed. At least close his damn eyes for a bit if he couldn't sleep. But no. Here he was. Sitting in his living room listening to girl problems. Since when did he fucking listen to girl problems?

“A-And then Alfred. I can't believe that he…” Sylvie sniffled. The name made Cedrik perk up.

“You mean that shitehawk you've been datin'?” Cedrik asked. He never fucking liked the guy. Cedrik thought he was full of himself, but that dude was on a whole other level. And of course Sylvie, as much as he begrudgingly cared about the cailín, didn't see it. No matter how much he would warn her, she never listened. It made him wonder: was she just blind, stupid, or both?

“Ced! Be nice!” the younger woman hiccuped before she wiped at her eyes again. Cedrik clicked his tongue and leaned back into the couch. Still defending the tool even though… Then it clicked.

“He's the reason you've been cryin’, isn't he, Sylvia?” His voice dropped into a threatening grumble as he said this. He sat up again, turning his full attention to Sylvie.

“N-No! Maybe! Yes! I-It's complicated, Cedrik!” she cried out. Her hands balled up into fists in her lap. “I really thought he liked me, Ced! I really liked him! It's not fair! He… Was I just a game to him or something!?” Normally when she was complaining because of Alfred, it was over something silly like him forgetting something important, like a holiday or birthday, or because he got her the wrong candy. But this was different; she was legitimately crying this time. She wasn't crying over something stupid for once. Fuck, what did he miss while he was barely listening? How did he not pick up on her actually being upset? It sounded like Alfred was only dating her because he was bored. That reminded him of a certain someone he saw in the mirror every morning… Shit. Maybe he really wasn't much better than that tosser. Well, at least he didn't try to play with people's feelings on purpose. Cedrik sighed as he watched her sob again.

“Awright, then,” he mumbled as he stood up. He didn't need to know exactly what Alfred did, but seeing Sylvie like this because of some guy? He couldn't fucking stand it… Yeah, that was reason enough. He was pissed off that he couldn't sleep, anyway; he could stand to blow off some steam. Without a word, Cedrik set a brisk pace as he walked toward the door, snatching up his jacket as he did.

“Wait. Cedrik. Where are you going?”

“Just goin’ to go ‘ave a little… Talk. Yeah. A little talk with the guy.”

“Ced. Cedrik, no. Stop!”

“I just goin’ to talk with ‘im.”

“Cedrik, I know you! You're being ridiculous!” Cedrik ignored her. Alfred had it fucking coming.

“I'm just goin’ to beat the shite outta ‘im.”

[nimata-beroya]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katkris Pex & Volas Pex, Volas Pex/Ardynn Stazi Characters: Katkris Pex (Original Mandalorian Character), Volas Pex (Original Mandalorian Character), Ardynn Stazi (Original Mandalorian Character), Krej the strill (Original Character), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mandalorian Adoption (Star Wars), Family Fluff, Blood and Injury, Background Character Death, Earthquakes, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Kid Fic Series: Part 1 of The Warrior & the Ice Vulture Summary: In the vast, cruel galaxy, a baby gets lucky.

A LITTLE SURPRISE TO CELEBRATE MAY THE 4TH!! (I’m still on time). Introducing my newest OC, Katkris.

More about her below!

This is her, when all grown up!

[jorvikzelda]

Fuck it. yall are getting mayalex fic tonight

[shiroselia]

Summary: Kafka bothers Silver Wolf while she's grinding her gacha games. Silver Wolf is mildly amused at best. Although it might not be that bad to be interrupted by your hot girlfriend with nice legs. Not always, at least. Rating: Teen and Up (No Archive Warnings Apply) Relationship + Characters: Kafka/Silver Wolf, Kafka, Silver Wolf (Herta and Blade get One (1) mention each) Word Count: 1 099

Hi, I heard none of you wanted me to write more Star Rail. I wrote more Star Rail. This one's for you, Lumi <3 (And me, very much also for me.)

I like to call this one the Kafka Has Thicc Thighs Propaganda.

[amandaoftherosemire]

Me, who hasn’t had anyone interact with my writing in what feels like forever, watching someone blow up my notifications with not only 🩷likes🩷, but also 🎉REBLOGS?!🎉: