#Rachel Writes things

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Rachel's SxF Ao3 Masterlist

Just to keep things kinda organized. Honestly, the easiest place to find all of this is on My Ao3 in the first place, but I'll link it here for convenience! ❤️

If you are curious as to how I feel about certain things pertaining to my work, please see THIS post! My inbox is also open for any questions (and you can do so Anonymously if you wish!)

One-Shots

The Art of Lipstick Complete (TwiYor)

Amnesia Full Fic In Progress (Forger Family)

Ledgers and Reports Complete (Sylvia Sherwood & Forger Family)

White Roses Complete (Matthew McMahon & Yor Forger)

Strawberry Ice Cream Complete (Franky Franklin & Anya Forger)

What D'You Say We Make It True Complete (Anya Forger/Ken)

In The Downpour Complete (Twilight/Thorn Princess)

Oblivious Complete (Twilight & Yor Forger)

Coming Home Complete (TwiYor)

Deer in the Headlights Complete (TwiYor)

Fading Ink Complete (Loid & Yor Forger)

Glad You're Here Complete (Damian Desmond & Anya Forger)

Just This Once... Complete (Twilight & Yor Forger)

Heroes Always Get Married in the COOLEST Ways! Complete (Loidman/Yorticia, Anya & Becky)

Just a Kiss Complete (TwiYor)

The Way to a Man's Heart (Not through his ribs) Complete (TwiYor)

Side by Side and Locked in Tight Complete (Anya Forger/Ken)

All For Naught Complete (Yor Forger & Yuri Briar companion to Complicity)

Complicity Complete (TwiYor companion to All for Naught)

Don't Forget to Lock the Door Complete (Loid/Yor/Franky)

Little Black Number Complete (Yor Forger & Melinda Desmond)

Inferno Complete (Chloe & SSS First Lieutenant & Yuri Briar)

Throwing Away Fate (Just to Keep You Safe) Complete (Franky Franklin/Original Male Character)

Freestanding Multichaps

In the Rain Complete (Forger Family)

A Moment of Weakness Complete (Loid Forger & Melinda Desmond)

Floodgates In Progress with the lovely @creativwit CW: Graphic Violence (Franky/OC, TwiYor)

Hanahaki Series CW: vomiting

7 Minutes in Heaven Complete (Cecil Hall Gang + Bill + Ken) written with @sister-cna-reader @cambot77 @strangeduckpaper and @creativwit

Flowers and Thorns Complete (TwiYor)

Pink Sakura Complete (Anya/Ken)

Bruises Series

Yor's Bruise Complete (Yor Focus)

Loid's Bruise Complete (Twilight Focus)

Dreams of Staying Series (Reveal)

Out of Routine Complete (TwiYor + Forger Family)

His Cuts, Her Cuts Complete (TwiYor)

Get My Heart Soft Into Sinking Complete (Yor Forger & Matthew McMahon)

Fighting the Heart Series

Snake with Blue Eyes Complete (TwiYor)

We Never Knew Complete (Anya & Yor + TwiYor)

Sleeping With The Telephone In Progress! (Forger Family + TwiYor)

Love Found, Love Lost Series

Just Another Day (in Learning How to Love You) Complete (Twilight & Yor Forger)

Oh Your Smile (Brightens My Life) Complete TW: Contains Major Character Death (Anya Forger & Ken)

Gone Rogue Complete (Sylvia Sherwood & Fiona Frost)

Briar Rose On Hiatus (Thorn Princess & Twilight, Yor Forger & Matthew McMahon)

Weapons Series (Reveal/Post Reveal-Pre Relationship)

Hypothetically... Complete (TwiYor)

Calibration and Titration Complete (TwiYor)

Weapons (On You, On Me) Complete (TwiYor)

Your Spare Blade Complete (TwiYor)

Rendezvous Complete (Sylvia Sherwood & Matthew McMahon)

Crosslegged in the Dim Light Complete (TwiYor)

Starlight Sky Series (Myth Au)

The Soldier and His Sun Complete TW: Contains Major Character Death (Roland & Loid Forger)

Beyond Sun and Moon Complete (Misc friendships + TwiYor)

Doubt Creeps In Complete (TwiYor)

Soothing Rays Complete (TwiYor)

New Moon Blues Complete (TwiYor + Anya)

[chlorine-tangerine]

Coriolanus Snow and Toxic Masculinity

I haven't seen many posts about this, but something about Coriolanus' progression and how he sees masculinity really stood out to me. (spoilers for The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

In the last chapter after his fall out with Lucy Gray, Coryo returns to the base and starts packing to leave for D2. He brought some of his personal items along with him into the woods and we see what's left of it after the rain:

The lake water had reduced his mother’s rose-scented powder to a nasty paste, and he threw the whole thing in the trash. The photos stuck together and shredded when he tried to separate them, so they went the way of the powder. Only the compass had survived the outing.

Three items are mentioned: his mother's powder, his photos, and his father's compass. The circle of powder is a symbol for comfort and unconditional love (something I don't think he's capable of but that's not the topic at hand), and while there is a picture of his dad among those photos, most of them were of his mother, Grandma'am, and Tigris. It's interesting to note that he was essentially raised by women after the war. I see the powder and the photos as symbols of femininity, humanity, and something along those lines. However, he threw those things away, as if giving up his ability to love and feel emotions.

The only item he kept was the compass from his dad whom he never knew very well and didn't like very much, but otherwise respected. The compass points him to a new direction of life, where he can be "iron-fisted and cruel" (epilogue). He chose to embrace a symbol for a type of masculinity that is cold, heartless, but powerful, which would be his ultimate goal.

What do you think? Is it a stretch? Let me know, I'm starved for discussions over this book.

[buckupbuckley]

I wrote a Supernatural daycare fic over ten years ago and, now having several years of experience in a couple different daycare, I’m tempted to go back and rework it but I don’t wanna read it lol. The embarrassment that’s liable since I wrote it in high school 🤦🏼‍♀️

[lilislegacy]

*percy seen from a far, wearing a suit*

piper: do my eyes deceive me or is percy jackson wearing formal clothes? since when does he have the ability to look like a domesticated human being?

frank: how come HE, percy of all people, king of untidiness, can wear a cream linen suit and look like a celebrity, but when i tried one on i looked like a man-child going to a high school dance?

hazel: sweetie it’s just because it’s such a casual suit, and you’re much more elegant than percy is!

annabeth, turning to them: um okay, hi percy’s best friends? can you guys compliment him without insulting him?

leo: his ass looks incredible.

grover: has he been working out?

annabeth, side eyeing them:

annabeth: okay, you have all now either insulted him or hit on him. how about from now on, you do neither?

rachel: how about we do both? because i’ve actually just perfected doing them at the same time

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Time’s running out! I cannot wait to see what you all have picked. I didn’t vote myself, so the results will be a surprise to me. 🤗

Alright, kiddos. I know I haven’t posted in a while and I’m sorry, but that’s about to change. I have 2 ideas floating around in my head and I need your help to decide which to post.

Option 1:

(Based on my favorite book and the recently released Beautiful Disaster.)

You moved across the country, leaving your past in the rearview, ready to start fresh. You and your best friend are starting college together, living on campus, and you are ready to be normal, for once in your life. You’re focused on your studies, and nothing is going to break that focus.

No matter how charming and irritating Bucky Barnes is. And no, you will not be another notch in his bedpost. Absolutely. Not.

This will be like my normal posts. A series told in chronological order, with recognizable scenes from the book and/or movie.

Option 2:

(Because who doesn’t love a mafia AU? Heads up: this will be a fandom-palooza, incorporating characters that I love from all my hyperfixations. You’re welcome.)

The seedy underbelly of the United States is run by a group of five families. Your father has held control of the South since before you were born, and he’s ready to retire. Your older brother does not want to be in charge, and your father is too old-fashioned to give the reins to you. Instead, he arranges for you to marry Ari Levinson, putting him in charge instead.

This one will be drabble-focused. Everything will be revealed, but most likely out of order. Expect time jumps, flashbacks, and so many characters. So. Many.

So … hopefully one of these sparks enough joy for me to get it going, but it’s up to you guys. Which one will it be?

[depressedbloggerwrites]

why did joey tribbiani have chemistry with everyone

[lunarw0rks]

sitting on price’s lap and feeling him get hard <3

[nancys-braids]

thanks for the tags - @carlos-in-glasses @herefortarlos @carlossreaders @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @pelorsdyke @everlastingday (you’re all queued 💕)

The rules: Either: choose one of your published fics (or a WIP if you'd prefer), create a moodboard for it and share it along with a snippet. Or: Create a moodboard for your fave episode of the show, fave character, or a fic someone else has written that you love, and share it with some sentences about why it's a fave! (And tag people!)

i chose my other half was you as it's my favorite i've written!! snippet and tags under the cut!

Shortly after, they pulled up to Nancy’s building.  “Oh, you don’t have to park or anything, you can just let me out here.”  Marjan rolled her eyes, “I know that I don’t have to. I want to. ”  Marjan parked her car across the street from the entrance and Nancy walked side by side with her. As they stood in the elevator, she thought about holding Marjan’s hand. About intertwining her fingers with hers, feeling the warmth shared between their palms. She had grabbed hers earlier, but that was a very different moment. This was just a mundane moment, taking the elevator to her fifth floor apartment. Just when she convinced herself it would be okay, the doors opened on the third floor and a couple she didn’t recognize walked on the elevator car, and there went her already dwindling confidence.  They stepped off the elevator as they arrived at her floor, and approached her door.  “This is me. I guess this is goodbye.” Nancy solemnly stated, they had only spent an hour together tonight but she cherished even a minute in Marjan’s presence. 

no pressure tags - @captain-gillian @your-catfish-friend @pimento-playing-hopscotch @paperstorm @sugdenlovesdingle @literateowl @welcometololaland @laelipoo @nisbanisba @tailoredshirt

[chloelovesu]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Mission 80-83 spoilers, I don't think this will happen in the manga, especially not how i've written it, So here we are, Soft Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Deserves the World, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Needs a Hug, Loid Forger | Twilight Needs a Hug Summary:

Loid Forger comes home, battered and bruised.

He's had worse.

[chlorine-tangerine]

Why Lucy Gray's Snake was no Coincidence

(Spoilers for The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

Hello, I'm back with another tBOSAS meta post since my last one did so well (thanks again!). I've seen the finale chapter discussed a lot, and Lucy Gray's scarf and snake was a particularly big topic on both Tumblr and Reddit. It was pretty clear for me, and so I shall offer up my rationale for it.

I first have to address the elephant in the room: the book is written in Coryo's perspective, and since he's the most paranoid bitch ever, he always assumes the worst about people, including his beloved Lucy Gray. Coryo definitely thinks the scarf was a trap. But we wouldn't know what really went through Lucy Gray's mind unless we had a reliable third person narrator.

However, we can use clues to infer what happened. so below is my interpretation. We know that Lucy Gray is smart; she was a victor, and Coryo reminds himself of this: "No, Lucy Gray was no lamb. She was not made of sugar. She was a victor." She was capable of poisoning puddles of water subtly enough in the arena, she knows where the snakes are, so this is a sign that Lucy Gray may have placed that trap on purpose.

Next, we have the scarf Coryo gave to Lucy Gray. As a Covey who travelled between districts and knows her way in the forests, we can be certain that Lucy Gray wore the scarf on purpose and not just on a whim. Her reasoning was that she didn't want Coryo to lose her, but I'm choosing to believe that's just a passing comment she made. The scarf was not only laid across briars, it was also in a "small clearing canopied by trees". This seems like Lucy Gray was setting the scene up with the clearing, the strategically placed scarf, and the snake.

The snake. Coryo was so on edge and frightened by the snake bite that he immediately came to the conclusion that Lucy Gray had a murderous intent. We as readers had no idea if the bite was venomous either, only to find out that it wasn't harmful at all after Coryo returned to the camp.

From these three clues it's obvious to me that Lucy Gray found out about Sejanus and knew she had to flee. She knew how smart Coryo is and that he's armed with a gun, so she had to buy herself some time and got to trap setting. She definitely didn't have the intent to kill, since she could've found a venomous snake, but assuming she still had affection for Coryo, she just wanted to get as far away as possible from him and not deal him too much harm.

To assume that the snake and scarf were placed there conveniently, that Coryo opened fire based on nothing, is to undermine Lucy Gray's intelligence a little bit. I've seen people criticize Lucy Gray's character and call her bland or a Mary Sue, but it's her last defiance against Coryo that made me really love her character.

As always, discussions welcome!

[fragilecapric0rnn]

[series now cross-posted to ao3! stay tuned for more! ] Have been watching a lot FRIENDS lately bc its one of my and my gf's comfort shows and, of course, i cannot stop thinking about Stranger Things-ifying the hell out of it. the vision came to me SO CLEARLY [PART 2]

Sitting around the coffee shop that is basically a second home to the gang.

Nancy sits on the chair across from Argyle, one leg tucked under her, legal pad balancing on the arm, a pen being held between her pointer and middle finger, tapping incessantly on the pad. The other hand tucked into a fist and holding up her chin.

Argyle sits with his legs draped over the arm of the oversized chair, flipping through the latest Steven King book, one arm perched behind his head.

Jonathan has the NYT crossword in his lap, Robin peering over his shoulder, making him nervous.

A normal Saturday afternoon routine for the group of twentysomethings. The rain from outside softly hits the windows nearby, complimenting the soft chatter and gentle clanking of dishes.

But Robin can only seem to focus on Nancy's damn tapping.

"Nance?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna need you to stop tapping. I'm trying to beat Jonathan's puzzle."

"Just take it," he hands the paper over to her, annoyed.

"No! It's more fun when it feels like I'm beating you."

Jonathan looks over at Nancy, who is staring blankly at the wooden support beam a few feet away.

"What's going on Nance?"

"Nothing." Her pitch high, grabbing the rest of the groups attention, so much so that they all inch closer to her chair.

"Sounds like a whole lotta nothing," Argyle pulls a nearby chair up next to hers flipping it around and resting his forearms on the back of it.

Robin sits on the ground next to her and Jonathan takes a seat on the coffee table right in front of her.

"Fine!" She takes a look over her shoulder, toward the front door. "I have a date."

"Why are we whispering?" Argyle asks, also whispering.

"Because you know who could walk in any second."

"Why are we whispering and speaking in codes?" Jonathan asks, still whispering.

And as an act of divine timing, the front door to the coffee shop opens, and they all turn their heads to see a slightly damp Eddie shake his hair out and shed his leather jacket in one fell swoop. His face fixed in the same frown that's plagued his face for the last two weeks.

"Hey," the group says in unison, not moving a muscle from where they're still crowded around Nancy.

"What did I say about that tone," Eddie whines, flopping himself down on the couch that previously held Jon and Robin.

"How're you doing?" Robin asks, shifting her body, still sitting on the floor, toward him.

"All of her stuff is gone which means that all of my stuff is gone."

No one says a thing. Not even when the sound of a ceramic coffee cup shatters somewhere in the distance.

"Eddie?"

"What?"

"I don't mean to sound insensitive dude, but shouldn't you be a little less depressed considering... " Argyle trails off.

"Considering what?"

"Considering you're the one that left her?" Robin finishes the thought that everyone is having.

"I didn't leave her." He scoffs.

"No, but when you tell your long-term girlfriend about recently discovering that you're gay, one might see that as you being the one to end that relationship."

"We've been over this." He balls up his jacket and shoves his face into the wet leather. The group share a look, Nancy gesturing to Eddie's state as if to say this is why I'm not talking about the date.

He chucks the balled up jacket at Jonathan, who kicks his feet out in surprise as he catches it with his chest. Eddie's hands are now on either side of his face.

"The love was there! I could've loved her if..."

"If she was someone else?"

He deflates, lets his arms slump down and his shoulders do the same.

"Eddie, my friend, my pal, listen up." Argyle moves seats for the third time, now squeezing himself into the space between Eddie and the arm rest on the couch, draping his arm over his shoulders.

"You have just entered a whole new world, my man. So, you're gay? We're in New York City, so is everyone! Welcome home! All that love you were ready to give to Michelle? You get to hold onto that and give it to someone else. Someone who makes your heart sing."

"But I knew her just as long as I knew you guys." He whines, again, gesturing to Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. "It was easy. It was safe. How am I ever gonna find romance with someone? Where we have an established - I don't know - thing! A connection! A history! How?"

Eddie stares at them like he expects them to answer, forcing the rest of the group to share glances, let the air settle with Eddie's words.

The front door flies open just as a roaring thunder booms overhead, making for a dramatic entrance.

Robin's the first one to swivel her head toward the ruckus, the only one who has a perfect view of the person who burst into the shop.

A man dressed in a tux, drenched, like, just hopped out of a swimming pool drenched. Fighting with his bow tie with one hand and running his other hand through the unforgettable head of hair that sends Robin right back to Hawkins, Indiana. Back to the summer before her senior year.

Huh?

Unable to move a muscle in her body, she watches him clumsily go up to the counter and ask for her and Nancy, by name. The sound of her name sends her up to her feet and pushes her toward the man. An air of chaos surrounds him, drawing an offense amount of curiosity out of Robin as she finds her words.

"Steve Harrington?"

He turns around, his face lights up, and he does the weirdest thing.

He hugs her.

She remains stiff as he pulls back from the hug, hands still on either side of her arms.

They were buddies that summer scooping ice cream at the mall. Nothing crazy, or maybe even that memorable, but they started the summer as acquaintances at best and left as friends.

But then he left for college and she stayed and they never spoke again. A few run-ins here and there. But nothing substantial.

"I knew I'd find you here, I remembered that the last time I was in the city I ran into you guys and you're here!" He sounds drunk, but also like he drank a vat of espresso.

Clearly, it was substantial enough for him to come looking for her. Dressed in a tux soaking wet?

"And you're here, overdressed." She says, taking him in, unable to unscrew the confused look from her face.

Is that a boutonnières?

Oh no. Oh fuck.

"Steve?" Jonathan and Nancy say in unison as Robin brings him over to the couch.

Robin thinks Eddie might have summoned the ghost of hopeless high school crushes past, the way Eddie looks like he's just seen a ghost.

[rachelsquill]

His Gay Ass is NOT Stargazing!!!

Quackity and Wilbur stood atop the Las Nevadas Needle. Quackity was gazing at the beautiful night sky above them, but Wilbur’s gaze wandered elsewhere.

He found himself observing the man beside him.

How long had it been since they put aside their petty squabbles and were at peace with one another? And what’s more is that for Wilbur that peace had developed into a sort of fondness, maybe even more than a fondness.

Wilbur’s heart tugged as he stared at the man next to him. His beanie that he never seemed to leave home without was crooked on his head. His long hair was darker than the night sky. His golden wings shone brighter than all the stars in the sky. The more he observed the man before him the more his heart ached. He sucked up his pride and rested his hand upon the shorter man’s hand, an invitation for more. 

“Wilbur, have you ever danced with someone?” He asked, still gazing at the sky.

Memories flashed across Wilbur’s vision. He recalled dancing in L’manberg beside the fire with Niki, Tommy, and Fundy while Tubbo and Jack sang a song of freedom. He remembered a spark of joy amidst the sadness in Pogtopia when he and Tommy dragged Techno from his potato farm and danced to their heart's content. He thought in fondness about dancing on the beach in Logsteadshire with Tommy. He realized that dancing had always been a time when he felt alive. 

“Wil?”

Wilbur snapped from his pleasant thoughts and looked at Quackity, who was gazing at him expectantly.

“Why? Are you offering me a dance?” He asked with a grin.

“Maybe I am…” He extended a hand out to Wilbur. “Only if you’ll have me.”

Wilbur takes the hand offered to him.

The dance is slow and sweet. Wilbur rests his head on Quackity’s shoulder letting him lead the dance. 

Wilbur feels alive.

[caelusproject]

Whoosh, lazy Semper Fi edit upon ye!

[rachello344]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @tianrenart. This is from the radiostatic project I’ll hopefully have finished in the next day or two. ;D Enjoy!

*** “All right, everyone, I have a brand new activity for us,” Charlie said brightly as she and Vaggie came downstairs.  Vox set his book aside, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, boy, here we go,” Angel muttered under his breath.  “What is it this time?  Trust falls again?”

“Brand new, Angel,” Vaggie said flatly.  “Kinda suggests we’ve never done it before.”

“That’s right!”  Charlie placed her hands on her hips.  “We’re going to play baseball!”

Angel sat up.  Even Husk looked interested from his place at the bar.  “Baseball?  Why?”

“Group sports are great for improving communication and group camaraderie,” Charlie said.  “That, and it sounded fun!  We’ve all been cooped up inside too long anyway.”

“Baseball means at least two teams,” Angel pointed out.  “We’re competing against each other?”

“Yes,” Charlie said.  “I’m not sure how we should split up, though.”

“I can handle that, Charlie.”  Alastor appeared beside her.  The others jumped, but Vox had seen the shadows beneath her feet darkening.  “My poppets can fill out any empty spaces, hm?”

“Oh, that would be perfect!”  Charlie beamed.

“That still leaves choosing teams,” Vaggie pointed out.

Alastor’s smile turned enigmatic.  He glanced across the room and met Vox’s eyes.  “I’ll take Vox and my poppets.  The rest of you can try your best to defeat us.”

A spark shot off Vox’s antennae.  Alastor wanted—Alastor was choosing—He and Alastor could be a team of two?  “I’m fine with that,” Vox said quickly.

Angel scowled at Alastor.  “You think you’re that tough?  Come on.”

Alastor smirked.  “I know we are.”

Husk crossed his arms.  “That doesn’t seem fair.  If you get Vox, we should be allowed to pull in Cherri Bomb.”

Angel shot Husk a startled look.  “Not you, too?”

Charlie looked like she might start vibrating, she was so excited.  “Angel, would you call her?  It would be lovely to have her join us!”

“Well, she did play softball when she was alive, so I guess I’ll see if she wants to play.”  Angel pouted.  “I can’t believe you think we need the extra help, Whiskers.  They can’t be that bad.”

Vox smiled. They were worse.

[genericpuff]

i completely forgot to mention this in my previous ask, but have you seen Too Many Crowns video on LO and how it makes the myth worse? its one of my favourite video essays. a few years ago i had watched their previous critical analysis' of LO before they became unlisted, and they are now linked in the description of her final video about LO (i was searching for LO hate cuz i couldn't find any and i just started to realize it was slowly becoming a bigger dumpster fire lol). if you haven't seen it you definitely should, it sums up everything wrong with the story (a lot of which has been discussed by you and the ULO community, but some other really amazing stuff) and how it negatively diverges from the myth.

thank you! sorry for the long questions lol

I saw this ask the other day and realized it had been a while since I had watched it, so I had revisited it! They definitely do a great job of summing up a lot of the larger points as to why people criticize LO. One thing they pointed out in particular was something I had completely forgotten about-

literally what happened to this crown

does she even HAVE a crown

like we've seen Hades wearing his crown plenty of times on the job but the only time we've seen Persephone with any sort of crown was during her Dread Queen transformation, and not only was it FAR better than this (and within the themes of the story, more indicative of Persephone's true transformation from being the daughter of Demeter to the Dread Queen with the transition from white to black) but it's really telling that Hades' choice for a crown for her was some dinky (white-colored!!) dollar store tiara that's NEVER EVEN BEEN MENTIONED SINCE-