#Tether Fic

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WIP Wednesday

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“Do you know Knight Captain Cullen?” asked Hawke between sips.

“No more than you do, I suspect. He came here from Ferelden some years back, a little after you did, after the Blight. He comes for services with the other templars, but I have never spoken to him on any intimate level. He takes confessions with Sister Clara, she has a motherly disposition he responds to, I think. He seems a melancholy fellow.”

“That’s an astute observation.”

“I don’t think he tries to hide it. And I hear the other templars whisper.”

“Did you ever consider becoming a templar yourself? Would that not count as Chantry service? You have the martial ability.”

“It does and I do, but it was never a consideration. Templars have a grim duty I do not think I could bear. Besides that, I was a young man when I was sworn in, atypical, but accepted. Templars… they want young recruits. Very young. I shudder to think on why. I doubt they would have accepted me, even if I wanted to,” Sebastian brought his cup to his lips before putting it back down and sighing. “Hawke… do you ask me this because of Anders?”

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a sorcerer who is tired of waiting for emrys to step into who he meant to be, tired of watching him simply protect the once and future king from the shadows, steps in and somehow makes it seem like they killed arthur - perhaps knocking his soul from his body so it seemed lifeless and merlin couldn’t sense him there anymore. merlin becoming enraged and going after the sorcerer, slowly burning away his mortality, burning away merlin, until all thats left is emrys. pure power crackles around him, his eyes pure gold, the world cracking with every step he takes, embers falling from his lips as dragon fire burns in his chest.

arthur waking up, dazed and confused. the knights don’t have time to catch him up as they all trip over themselves trying to follow after merlin. arthur seeing The Emrys towering over a beaten and bloodied sorcerer who is cheering him on, supporting the change they’ve instigated. arthur being the only one to step up and pull merlin back into his body, bringing back his humanity. the winds stop whirling, the earth is healing itself, the fire calms within him. the golden eyes are the last to go.

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<Ch.8 | Cover | Ch.14&15>

+ch13 Bonus without the text:

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New chapter is up!

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Danny buys a clock.

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I have posted chapter 8 of my @mdzsbigbang fic Tether. This chapter comes with completely kickass art from the amazing @alightbuthappypen!

Enjoy!

[multishipperbish]

a small comic because I haven't been working on anything in forever

[frozenjokes]

I haven’t actually thought in great detail about the planet kitty cat scar is from except for the fact that it is exactly like warrior cats and everyone there is some kind of cat and Firestar from warrior cats is real and a space traveler who revealed his story to Erin Hunter (who then went on to improvise the rest of the story after arc 1)

Mumbo is a cat but I don’t know exactly what kind. Grian is a sphinx and can only speak in riddles and rhymes. He is a general of sorts and when he’s mad at you (he is ALWAYS mad at you) it’s completely fucking incomprehensible what he’s saying he is the least understandable person in the room.

domestic cats (or the cat that became domestic cats, the African wild cat) also come from this cat planet but they as a race got sick of all the other cats and most of them just fucked off into space until they found another suitable planet (earth) and hung out forever eating garbage until domestication happened. The remaining ancestors don’t have the same intelligence but they are a little haughty

Most cat-esc gods or deities on Most Planets come from the cat planet just doing space travel and dropping in and the inhabitants pointing and going ?!!?!!??!?!!!!!!

don’t think about it too hard none of this is going to make any sense. cats are aliens. they are ALL aliens

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fake title: almost tethered

💋 Almost Tethered

This was, by far, the longest and most awkward silence in the history of mankind, and yet, Louis couldn’t, for the life of him, think of a single thing to say.

Because, really, what was he supposed to say?

He knew fuck all about the man sitting casually on his chaise in a frieghteningly sexy brown duck jumper, except that he had been crazy enough to agree to a threesome with Louis and his fiancé to help spice up their already very extended engagement (that every single person they loved was still waiting for them to call off).

Well, okay, Louis didn’t know ‘fuck all’ exactly. He knew he had a face that was a little too pretty to be true (so much so that Louis had bet Robbie they were being catfished and was now down £20), that he was probably making an obscenely (heh) good living if his (surprisingly tasteful, only-strategically-posed-artful-nudes) OnlyFans page had anything to say about it, and that his actual real name was Harry Styles.

So, Louis knew some things (four, he knew a total of four things), none of which he could use to fill this rather excruciating silence. Lovely.

It didn’t help that Harry hadn’t said a thing to him either since walking through their door – not that he could have, what with the way Robbie had bulldozed through the introductions before swiftly exiting to make everyone martinis.

(“Do you even know how to make a martini?” Louis had asked as they were getting dressed that evening.

Robbie had waved off his very pressing concern. “I’ll Google it. Wine just seems a little too pedestrian for a threesome, you know?”)

Louis began to roll his eyes at the memory but quickly aborted the motion, worried Harry might think it was directed at him. He reverted back to their mutual staring, though, admittedly whilst Louis was sure his expression was similar to that of a frightened raccoon, Harry’s was painfully cool. Collected and poised. Almost serene. Unbothered.

His smirk was soft; green eyes kind yet still somewhat appraising. Louis supposed he couldn’t help it, given their, ah, agenda for the evening. He actually found himself hoping Harry liked what he saw.

Louis certainly did; found himself wondering if it would be appropriate to lick at the swallows tattooed on Harry’s collarbones, or if that was more of a second session kind of thing.

Would there be a second session? Likely not, since the entire point of doing this with a stranger was to avoid all the awkwardness afterwards. (Which said nothing of the awkwardness during.)

He was overthinking and needed to stop, immediately.

God, say something! Louis commanded himself, unable to remember the last time he blinked. As had become habit since his engagement, his hand drifted down to fiddle with the watch he wore with a fierce kind of loyalty on his right wrist. His mind drifted to three words hidden under the expensive leather strap – his accidental life mantra, bestowed upon him by fate.

He thought of how the curve of capital D swooped, how the N had always been a little crooked, how he had learned the cursive version of an S before he could even write or read.

How Robbie hadn’t said the words when they’d met.

How, because of that, his family thought this engagement had been doomed from the start.

How Harry still hadn’t said anythi—

“Don’t be nervous.”

Louis’ answer was automatic, almost involuntary, because he’d been saying it in mock response all his life. “I’m not.”

Needless to say, the next time Louis found himself staring awkwardly back at Harry Styles, it was not because of their impending threesome. It was because said third in their impending threesome had just uttered his soulmark.

— Or, there were a multitude of awkward ways to meet one’s soulmate. They could say your mark from the urinal next to you mid-wee at a funeral, or sneaking out of your flatmate’s bedroom after a one night stand, or trying to upsell the newest state-of-the-art dildo in their family-owned sex shop.

Still, Louis was pretty sure his version was the one that took the cake.

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as promised,,,here’s a snippet from part 3 of tethered 😩😳🥹🤭😁🤨🥲😋😒🤩

[slavhew]

Hello!

If you're not too busy, would you mind listing some of the things you think count as death flags for Mr. Spender?

There's the obvious fact that he's the "old" mentor to group of young protagonists, but what else do you think would count?

OHH BOY ok so I'd think I'm a crackpot for this but since we're talking about Zack "Foreshadowing" Morrison. I have some thoughts

No harm in leading with the (chronologically) first thing that jumped out at me:

This one IMMEDIATELY made me antsy whenever I came back to it after my initial read, and considering Zack has referred to it on twitter in the past as one of their favorite jokes it's definitely not been forgotten about.

Second, the sheer amounts of near-misses, jokey or not, of Spender narrowly avoiding specifically lightning

Again, not much, but it's weird that it happened thrice, latter two of which had real gravitas rather than an one-off joke.

And third, Spender himself. He's repeatedly shown himself to be kind of a self sacrificing idiot, as well as prideful to a fault. Granted, it's both him and Mina trying to take on all the responsibility of saving Mayview and its inhabitants from their fate.. But Spender is exactly that right measure of doesn't-value-himself-enough (chest footprint aftercare or lack thereof), having an obscene amount of power (enables his loner act + pride) and poor judgement that has the capacity to put him at great risk. And it has!

Spender has not only shown low enough self-esteem to view himself as the de-facto scapegoat for the safety of the town, but also prideful enough to make very bad calls that end up in people, often himself, hurt (COUGH FORGE INCIDENT COUGH)

This is all conjecture, but it's definitely enough to make me worried about him :') Even if all this doesn't mean he'll necessarily die he's definitely getting (even more) seriously injured at some point. I love the guy but he's so far doing a horrible job of convincing me he wants to live bad enough to circumvent at least that

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WIP Wednesday

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The room is dusted with a fine green mist, hanging in the air, shimmering like strips of gauze. Thick enough to waft though, caressing Sebastian’s face as he walked into the antechamber.

Up the stairs, a woman moved across the hall. Sebastian recognized her immediately. Her long dark brown hair in an immaculate braid tucked into gold netting, not a strand out of place. A long frame and neck in a rich green gown with gold accessories, gliding effortlessly from place to place.

“Mother?” said Sebastian. His words leapt from his lips and splattered onto the floor; his voice unable to penetrate the mist. He watched her continue to move through the hall, smooth and seamless as a specter, but slow as well. Slow enough for Sebastian to run up the stairs, meet her in the hall, and face her.

“Oh, there you are,” she said, her voice sweet and serene, like the chirping of a birds in a forest glade. “How good it is to have you back home. Where you belong.”

Sebastian winced, unfamiliar that sound coming from that face. “You were… expecting me?”

“Why, of course, my darling!” her head tilted to the side, a pearly glob sliding down her cheek like a large teardrop. “We were just about to have dinner. There’s a seat just for you.”

Her rouge accentuated full but stern cheeks, but Sebastian quickly noticed a smear, one he knew his mother would never allow.

“Mother, are you … well?”

“Of course. I could not be happier, with you returned home.”

Another rivulet of excess… something, coming down her brow. Like melting wax. Like a living candle coming undone under a flame.

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>>> Chapter 7 <<<

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The reveal! The Reveal!! The baby is HERE!!! 💕💕💕

Bonus (my reaction upon beta reading this chapter):

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New chapter!

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Jason has a talk with Alfred.

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I have posted chapter 4 of my @mdzsbigbang fic Tether. This is the first chapter with art from the amazing @alightbuthappypen ! Behold the wangxian goodness.

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oh my god

guys??? 6k hits on my lil fic?? this is the most I've ever gotten I'm so fjhdbfjhsd blushing kicking my legs giggling I didn't expect this

I'm SO happy y'all smiling like a giddy lil gremlin <3 thank you so much for reading my story guys :,D

to anyone who hasn't gotten a chance to read Tether Me, you can find it here on ao3 and here on tumblr

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currently writing a noragami fic abt father and yato's birth (and mizuchi's kinda). this is the only coherent part i have rn

He carves his children out of Her memory; their names, their eyes, their smiles, their very being. The wish that brings his son into existence is long and complicated, came to be in a fit of passion and rage and loathing. For something different, a different hand than the one he was dealt, a heaven who would care for humanity, a world where apathy no longer exists and everything is possible and She is there with him. Physical proof that She existed, that his love for Her was true, that he did not love and mourn and suffer in vain, that he would not forget Her as time passed and his apathy grew like it did for other eternal beings. He wants nothing more than a god who'll listen to his prayer, and destroy heaven and earth in an effort to find Her.

His blood mixes with the earth, when he makes his offering near the sweetgrass; where he's spent years trying to find Her, where he first named Mizuchi, where he will bring another child forth.

Come morning, there's a sleeping god in his arms. Hair dark as night, freckles across his cheeks, eyes as blue as the endless sky.

In his son's every breath, he sees Her.